The sage quietly lifted Lu Yuan's head on his toes.

Looking at the corners of this courtier's bloodshot mouth, the corners of his mouth were tense, full of horror.

The saint smiled: "I'm kidding. ”

With that, the saint gathered his feet and returned to his futon.

Lu Yuan knelt on the spot in shock and gasped.

Whether the saint was joking or not, how could he not be clear.

If this is also a warning, the saint's warning has now reached its highest limit.

He clearly felt the killing intent of the saint in front of him.

But the only reason why he didn't kill him was that he was still useful.

"If you are willing to come back to see me, it means that you still have that heart." The sage said lightly on the futon: "Now that the southeast is in turmoil, Hu Beizong gave me an excerpt a few days ago, and described the situation in the southeast in detail, in short, there is a lack of money, food and soldiers, but the Japanese are all very chaotic." ”

"There are some things that I don't want to do, it's that I really can't do it."

Lu Yuan listened quietly and did not interject.

"You can go and do something for me again." The saint looked at Lu Yuan.

It's like looking at a dog.

"You go tell Qin."

"If he can really prove that he is the number one in the world of that Rausch."

"Well, the hive really gave it to him."

"How?"

……

……

Mt. Shomuro.

Shaolin Temple.

The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the cool breeze is gusting.

An old monk was sweeping the golden leaves under the ginkgo tree, and at this moment, a snow-white pigeon flapped its wings and landed in the golden pile of fallen leaves.

looked at the old monk sweeping the floor in front of him.

The old monk looked at the white pigeon: "Do you have something to do with the old man?" ”

The old monk had white hair and white eyebrows, and he looked really old.

But no matter how old you are, you won't be old and confused.

But if it's not an old fool, how can you talk to pigeons.

The pigeon looked sideways at the old monk in front of him and cooed twice.

Then he jumped and jumped and came to the front of the old monk, revealing the copper pipe at his ankle.

"Who is Senior Brother talking to?" On the other side, a gray-robed monk walked slowly, looked at the old monk, and also saw the white dove flying up.

I couldn't help but be taken aback: "The homing pigeon of the hive? ”

The old monk shook his head: "Empty cicada, what do you guess this pigeon sent this time?" ”

"Senior brother is laughing." The empty cicada shook his head and said: "The poor monk can't communicate with each other, and he can't communicate with his heart, how can he know what a pigeon has sent?" ”

"This pigeon has sent a storm." The old monk said in a low voice.

"Do you have rice on you?" The old monk asked.

The empty cicada shook his head: "How can the poor monk have rice on him, but I still have half of the nest head left over from my morning meal, and I guess this pigeon won't mind." ”

Saying this, the cicada stretched out his hand and took out the half of the yellowed corn nest, and when the pigeon saw that there was something to eat, his eyes lit up in an instant, and then he flew to the hand of the cicada, and the cicada took off the copper tube on its foot and neck, and then waited for the cicada to feed.

The old monk looked at this scene and couldn't help sighing: "Poor and lamentable, these pigeons in the hive are really fed with spirituality. ”

"After all, in the world, only the beehive can use the flying pigeon to this extent." While handing the copper pipe to the old monk, the empty cicada began to slowly break the nest head in his hand and sprinkled it on the ground, the golden crumbs fell in the gap between the ginkgo biloba leaf and the green brick, the white pigeon flew up and down, picking up the scattered food, and on the other side, the old monk also opened the copper pipe and opened the yellowed mulberry paper with his dry fingers.

"It's the new list." The old monk sighed.

After unfolding it, the first thing I saw was Qin's name.

"Senior brother doesn't seem to be the first anymore." The empty cicada was on the side, feeding the pigeons, and sighed somewhat unexpectedly.

"They used to need me to stand there and be a façade." The old monk sighed: "But now, the old monk doesn't seem to be able to be the façade." ”

I never thought that this old monk who swept the floor in the Shaolin Temple was really the Shaolin abbot Kongming monk.

"So who is the number one in the world now?" Kong Cicada looked at Kong Ming: "Is it Ding Kuyu, the leader of the Luo Sect?" ”

"Or is it Zhang Buping, the real person in charge of Wudang?"

Kong Ming shook his head: "Neither." ”

The empty cicada was instantly surprised: "Could it be Yi Ming?" ”

People in the world only know that Yi Ming is anonymous.

But only they know that Yi Ming is the strongest assassin in the hive.

And in the past five years, the strongest assassin of the hive has always been He Ping.

"He Ping is on the list, ranking fourth." Kong Ming looked at the empty cicada and said slowly.

"He Ping is only the fourth?" Kong Cicada was a little shocked: "I saw He Ping in Los Angeles, although I haven't seen her make a move, but just by feeling, it is estimated that she is not under the senior brother." ”

"If she made a move at that time, even Ning Huan might not be her opponent."

"Zhang Zhenren is the second in the world."

"Ding Shi is the third in the world."

Kong Ming reported the rankings of the two people one by one.

Although it is said that there is a ranking of the world's masters on the list of rivers and lakes.

But for those of them who are really on the list, they still have a little more information than they have on the list.

For example, Zhang Buping, who was originally the lowest-ranked, is actually the most likely to be the first master of the righteous path.

For example, the Hive has some extremely terrifying assassins.

But even the empty cicada can't imagine who is the number one in the world.

"Then who can still be the first in the world?" The empty cicada couldn't help but say.

"Qin." The name is simply stated.

"Qin?" The empty cicada is full of incredible.

How can Qin Hede dare to rank first in the world?

Like before, why the Kongming Monk is the first in the world, it is not necessarily that Kongming's martial arts are really the first.

But Kong Ming lives in the Shaolin Temple, the master of the Shaolin Temple is like a cloud, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, no matter how many people can't think about it, they will not come to the Shaolin Temple to try the true skills of the empty monks.

Moreover, the empty monk has practiced the Yijin Sutra for decades, and the Dharma is profound, and the martial arts are unpredictable, which is also an open fact, and it is by no means comparable to those who have lost their reputation.

That's why Kong Ming said that because the hive needed him as a façade, he would move him to the first position in the world.

And now that Kong Ming has stepped down from this position, it means that the hive no longer needs this façade.

"Yes, it's Lord Qin." Kong Ming looked at the empty cicada and said slowly: "Moreover, on this list of rivers and lakes, Lord Qin has declared war on Lord Shu of the Immortal Vajra, hoping to have a duel with Lord Shu on the fifth day of the lunar month. ”

As soon as the empty cicada heard it, even if it was his cultivation skills, he couldn't help but step forward and grab the list of rivers and lakes and read it from top to bottom.

After reading it, the empty cicada looked at the empty eye.

"Senior brother, you're right."

"This pigeon sent me."

"It's really stormy."