That night, a fire broke out in Funiu Mountain, and the flames soared into the sky, which could be faintly seen in Luoyang City.

In the city of Luoyang, the Lei family mansion.

Lei Ye, who had changed into a rich shirt, held a hookah in his hand, stood on top of his attic, looking at the dazzling fire at the end of the black, and his face was smiling, as if he was watching a song.

Above this attic, only Steward Zhao was serving, but there was a table in the room, and there were wine and food to prepare.

Obviously, Lei Ye was waiting for someone.

"Is Shion asleep?"

Lei Ye asked.

Steward Zhao said softly:

"The eldest lady has used supper and has already fallen asleep, don't worry, the young lady is not frightened."

"Shiyin has been bold and careful since she was a child, she has her mother's Lan Xinhui quality, and her heart is excellent, I am not worried, but this matter of Funiu Mountain is full of strangeness."

Lei Ye took a puff of cigarette and said:

"The leaders of the gang..."

"It's dead."

The steward said:

"It's suicide, and it's the death of the family."

"Tsk"

Lei Ye flicked his tongue, there was a look of worry in his eyes, and he said:

"Such a ruthless method will prevent future troubles, this is probably not an accident, and I don't know if my eldest brother has found a clue on Funiu Mountain."

"How can this be a thousand days to prevent thieves?"

"Don't call me big brother, I can't afford to be your big brother."

Just as Lei Ye's words fell, the attic door was pushed open, and the hated monk who had changed into a yellow monk's uniform twisted the Buddha beads and strolled into the attic.

When Steward Zhao saw that the uncle was coming, he quietly retreated.

"Eat, it's all your favorite dishes."

Lei Ye stood by the railing, holding on to the railing, and said without looking back:

"It's not poisoned, so you can eat it with confidence."

"Even if you are poisoned, what can you do to me?"

The monk sneered, he sat on the side of the desk, and he was not restrained, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, and then sandwiched a piece of good beef and put it in his mouth.

As he chewed, he said:

"It's from the Holy Fire Cult."

"Smack"

The railing that Lei Ye was holding on to shattered violently, and the real qi penetrated into the wood, as if it was crushed into powder.

He turned his head, and his eyes were full of coldness.

He said:

"Convinced?"

"Well, if that Zhang Fei is tortured by such inhuman beings, and still has the guts to lie, the poor monk will admit it."

The monk had a calm expression, he picked up his wine glass, drew a glass of wine, and then said:

"That person has left the Central Plains and returned to the Western Regions, it should be temporary, listening to Zhang Fei's meaning, he doesn't seem to be sure of Shiyin's identity, so he has to go to confirm it."

"That is, not yet exposed?"

Lei Ye walked to the side of the case, sat cross-legged opposite the monk Lang, he smoked a hookah, and said:

"Can you still turn around?"

"Heh, I'm afraid you're delusional."

The prodigal monk sneered, and he sneered:

"What? I can't bear to let you Heluo Gang have a family business? If that's the case, you should have let me take Shiyin away earlier, lest she follow you and end up with no ending. ”

"Don't think! That's my daughter! ”

Lei Ye said without giving an inch:

"It's not yours!"

"Phew!"

The monk took a sip, and he said viciously:

"If you hadn't used the means back then, how could Gillian follow you? She liked me back then! ”

"Less gold on your face."

Lei Ye was still worried just now, but he was going to laugh.

He smiled and added a glass of wine to the monk Lang, patted his belly triumphantly and said:

"Our old Lei was also a talent back then, Gillian has always admired me, I opened my mouth to ask for marriage, Gillian did not refuse, as for you, you are just unrequited love, wishful thinking."

The monk had a gloomy face and did not speak.

But this incident is indeed the regret of his life, and he even escaped into the empty door because of it.

It's a pity that the six roots are not pure, so they walk in the rivers and lakes again.

"Don't talk about that!"

The monk closed his eyes and said:

"There has to be a rule for this, and since the Holy Fire Sect has doubted it, it will come to spy on it endlessly. This Luoyang City is run by you, it's not an incident, Shiyin can't stay here! ”

"If you're not here, where are you going?"

Lei Ye said worriedly:

"In this Luoyang City, I can protect her, I run this Heluo Gang, just to protect my daughter in case something unbearable, you take her elsewhere, won't it be even more reduced to fish and meat?"

"You think you're the only one who cares about Shiyin?"

The monk sneered, saying:

"Since ancient times, the rivers and lakes have been the affairs of the rivers and lakes. The Holy Fire Sect is powerful in the Western Regions, if it pours in, how can you resist it with a small Heluo Gang? ”

"The seven sects of the Demon Sect seem to be divided, but because of the shadow left by Zhang Moxie, they also have an old relationship with each other. If you want to protect Shiyin, you can't rely on your Heluo Gang, you must find a bigger backer! ”

"Hmm."

Lei Ye nodded.

Brother Jieyi's words are not bad.

He said:

"But the martial arts decent and wealthy family has always cherished feathers, and they don't have much contact with my Heluo Gang."

"I have a way."

The monk put down his wine glass, and he said to Lei Ye:

"You should prepare a mansion for me in Suzhou, which should be quieter."

"Enjoy it plainly, but not cliché, but also prepare one or two guqins, and then find some rare music scores, find a chef who is good at vegetarian food, and be sure to use intimate people!"

"Why is that?"

Lei Ye took a puff of his cigarette and said:

"The house, the guqin, and the cook are all easy to say, but I have to ask clearly, what do you want to do?"

"Naturally, it's a gift."

The monk twisted the Buddha beads and whispered:

"In the past few years, I have been walking the rivers and lakes, and I have met a lay disciple of Nirvana Temple, who is a square person, prefers piano music, and I am quite compatible, and I have become close friends."

"It's a good calculation, and when necessary, you can entrust the poetry to him."

Lei Ye's expression became a little stranger.

He pondered for a moment and asked:

"The Nirvana Temple is powerful, and it is indeed enough to resist the Holy Fire Sect, but what can you do if you find a lay disciple? If it's not a descendant, how could those bald donkey monks take the risk to protect Shiyin? ”

"You are shallow, who told you that lay disciples can't be descendants?"

The monk lit the plate with chopsticks, and he said:

"My friend is by no means an ordinary person, he is the contemporary host of Nirvana Temple, a close disciple of Yuanwu Zen Master, and his martial arts have reached the first-class level in the rivers and lakes, but he has a family background, and it is inconvenient to shave."

"And such characters?"

Lei Ye asked curiously:

"What is his name? How have I not heard of it? ”

"He calls himself a mustard monk, and his common surname is unknown, but he is only known as Pan Mo."

The monk said softly:

"Naturally, it's not my real name, but I've heard that it's related to the previous dynasty, so don't ask more, I don't know more."

"I'm afraid it's not the prince of the previous dynasty?"

Lei Ye narrowed his eyes and asked, but the monk shook his head and stopped talking.

After a while, Lei Ye had a plan, he took out the seal letter, handed it to the monk Lang, and said:

"You go to Suzhou, the helmsman over there is my confidant, he will help you, you don't need to worry about the expenses."

"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow."

The monk did not hesitate, and was about to leave after receiving the letter, but was stopped by Lei Ye.

"Don't go to see Shiyin? She misses you a lot. ”

"I'm afraid the girl is asleep."

The monk was always ruthless, and there was a touch of tenderness in his gray eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Well... Stay for a day, and let me talk to my niece. ”

"That's how it should be."

Lei Ye stood up with a smile and said to the monk Lang:

"You and I are brothers, and it's not good to always be so angry."

"Who are your brothers?"

Lang Seng opened Lei Ye's hand, gritted his teeth and said:

"The hatred of taking a wife is not shared! If it weren't for the poetry, your fat body would have been chopped to death by a poor monk. ”

"Gillian is my wife!"

Lei Ye also rolled up his sleeves and said not to be outdone:

"You thief monk, six impure roots, insulting my dead wife, I will have a fight with you today!"

"Come!"

Lang Monk sneered:

"Let me see, how much of the Qiu Feng Knife's kung fu is left today?"

Not long after, in the martial arts arena under the Lei family's mansion, there was a ball of ping-pong, and Steward Zhao was serving on the side, and he also sighed.

The uncle and the second master are obviously like brothers, but they became enemies because of a woman, and they had to join forces to fight the enemy because of Miss Shiyin.

Such an awkward relationship is really a trick.

After a few quarters of an hour, the two men stopped.

It's just that there is no injury, Lei Ye has a slap mark on his face, and the prodigal monk has also been kicked a few times in the chest, and the two sit in the martial arts arena, glaring at each other.

Lei Ye suddenly remembered something, and he asked:

"What can be done safely in Funiu Mountain?"

"I'll go out in person, so it's natural and safe."

Lang Seng rubbed his chest and said:

"Five hundred people up and down, under the superpower of the poor monks and your helpers, have passed away in bliss, Amitabha."

"You are really fascinated by fasting and chanting Buddha!"

Lei Ye scolded, and he said sarcastically:

"Being a fake monk is still addicted, full of Buddhist language."

The monk didn't say anything, and Lei Ye said again:

"I asked Lao Zhao to go to Funiu Mountain to check one or two again, and I must ensure that there are no hidden dangers."

"The grievances of the rivers and lakes are unclear, if you get rid of one or two, it will become a climate in the future, and you and I will grow old again, wouldn't it be very bad to leave that trouble to Shiyin?"

"Such things must be cut down to the roots."

Hearing this, the monk glanced at him and said:

"Doing things so fiercely, I'm afraid there will be retribution in the future."

"If there is really retribution, retribution will be on me Lei Lie!"

Lei Ye snorted, he picked up the hookah, took a puff, and said:

"This is about the future of poetry, so naturally it should not be reckless."

"Go with you, it's just that in a few days, I'm going to do a ritual for the souls of the revenants of Funiu Mountain."

The monk closed his eyes and said while pranayama:

"I am a monk, and I can't see that the soul of the dead has nowhere to return, and since I am reciting the Buddha, I must also have the Buddha in my heart."

"Okay."

Lei Ye didn't stop him, he said:

"Let's do a great Dharma deed, just think of it as eliminating the karma of fate for the sound of poetry."

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At midnight, Li Yijian rushed home from his pharmacy in a carriage with his home nurse.

Although he is now grounded, after three months, he will have to follow the steward to go everywhere to train in business, so he will start to study accounts today.

After studying for a day, the bald boy was dizzy.

If it weren't for the flexible mind of Hanxiangya around her, I'm afraid this account would have to be sorted out until tomorrow morning.

"Young Master, Madam asked you to go and worship the Buddha with her tomorrow morning."

Hanxiang was also in the carriage and whispered to Li Yijian:

"The knife that the young master wants to find for himself, there is nowhere to find it, a good knife is not easy to get, you have to wait for a while."

"It's okay, three months."

The bald boy sat cross-legged in the carriage, running his true qi, he touched his strange hair, and said to Hanxiang:

"You must be good at looking for it, I look at Senior Brother Shen Qiu's knife and make a quick decision, it is really a good blade, once you have learned his knife skills, you can't be insulted. If I see you again in the future, I will also invite Senior Brother Shen Qiu to look at my treasure sword. ”

"Young Master, you are a demon barrier."

The fragrant girl sighed, and she said:

"Shen Qiu Shaoxia also persuaded you to inherit the family business, but you are bent on wandering the rivers and lakes, you are not an outlaw, or you are forced to be helpless, who would want to go to the rivers and lakes."

Hanxiang grew up with Li Yijian since she was a child, and she naturally spoke more straightforwardly.

This made the bald boy unhappy for a while, but he was not an incompetent breed who beat and scolded women, so he could only wave his hand, and Zhong Er was angry, and said:

"Men's business, women don't care!"

"Let go of my sword! Let go! If you don't let go, I'm going to beat you up!" ”

A commotion came from outside the carriage.

Li Yijian opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out, and saw a down-and-out teenager entangled with the swingers who rushed out of the alley.

His baggage was tossed aside, and he was beaten to the ground by the attacker.

Those people wanted to snatch the young man's knife, but although the boy was thin, he had a ruthless spirit, and he insisted on holding on to the knife and would not let go, and he would not bow his head when any of those prodigal clubs hit him.

This scene made the bald boy fall into a strong sense of déjà vu.

A few days ago, when he faced bandits, he was also so down.

"Stop!"

The bald boy grabbed the single knife in his hand and rushed out of the carriage, and the nursing home around him hurriedly followed.

Li Yijian grabbed the sheathed knife, used a trick to fly south, hit the stick in the swinger's hand, and flew up again, kicking another obscene-looking guy to the ground.

"Wow"

Li Yijian pulled out a blade and shouted to those second-rate bullies:

"Get out!"

Those guys saw that Li Yijian was coming from a nursing home behind him, and there were many people, but they fled in a hurry.

The bald young man, who had once again experienced the feeling of chivalry and righteousness, was quite useful in his heart, he turned around with a smile, and helped the down-and-out young man up, and said to the young man with his head down:

"It's okay, be careful when you walk at night in the future, you have a family, I'll send someone to send you back."

"My family..."

The boy gritted his teeth, bowed his head, and said in a voice with a weeping voice:

"My father, dead, I have nowhere to go."

"Ah, this..."

When the bald boy heard about this tragic incident, he couldn't bear it.

He thought again that after 3 months, when he went out to practice, he couldn't take Hanxiang with him, and he always had to have a companion by his side. In the past, my father didn't tell me to use my own people to do some private things.

The ruthlessness of this young man just now made Li Yijian quite satisfied, but he left a little thought.

I don't know where this person came from, so he can't just be included in the house.

He thought for a moment, and said to the young man:

"Since you have nowhere to go, why don't you go to my family industry as an errand envoy, have you practiced martial arts?"

"Well, I'll order three-legged cat kung fu."

The young man raised his head and looked at Li Yijian with gratitude, he clenched his fists like his father, and said to the bald young man:

"The owner is willing to take me in, I Zhang Xiao... I, Zhang Xiaohu, will try my best to repay it! ”

"Okay."

The bald boy asked the nursing home to send Zhang Xiaohu to the dock, where the Li family had a warehouse.

And just as Zhang Xiaohu turned to leave, a nurse helped him pick up the strangely shaped knife on the ground, but he didn't let the knife cut out of the scabbard.

The knife-faced cloud pattern immediately attracted Li Yijian's eyes, and he couldn't help but say:

"Good knives!"

But the bald boy also had some style, and he didn't want to take the favor of others, so he played with the knife for a while, and then handed it to Zhang Xiaohu, who shook his head and said to the bald boy in frustration:

"Since the owner has taken a fancy to this knife, I will give it to the owner, anyway, I, a useless person, can't protect the knife left by my father."

He picked up the slender blade, handed it to Li Yijian, and said:

"This knife was obtained by my father from a merchant of the Japanese Kingdom when the sea route was not cut off, and it is said that it was made by a famous craftsman, and my father thought that its name was too cumbersome, so he called it 'Fuhu'."

Zhang Xiaohu came from the bottom of his heart, he wiped his tears, turned his face away, stuffed the knife into the bald boy's hand, and left with the nursing home.

After taking a few steps, he turned back to Li Yijian and leaned over and said:

"I have nowhere to go, fortunately the owner took it in, and since then it has been driven by the owner, I and this knife, and I hope that the owner will use it well."