It's cool, it's cool.

Meng Jiucheng wanted to roar, and then pointed to the sky with one hand, and put on a heroic pose.

There was a brief dead silence in the room, and then a commotion erupted. The rest of the scoundrels didn't dare to go up, and if they wanted to run and didn't want to leave the boss, they shouted and shouted.

"Kill someone, report to the officer!"

"The Taoist priest has killed someone, don't let him escape."

"The official is here, catch the murderer!"

Meng Jiucheng was blinded by the shouting, and he was also a little panicked in his heart, looking at the two people who fell to the ground. Really killed? It doesn't seem like you're using all your strength, right?

"Why don't you go quickly?" The girl who was playing with the gun walked over quickly, pushed Meng Jiucheng, and reminded with a panicked face.

Walk? It's too late to go, I have to run.

Meng Jiucheng's eyes rounded, and he came to his senses. But I saw that the middle-aged man had quickly tied up the gun and was busy packing up other things.

Don't say anything, let's run together! Meng Jiucheng took two quick steps, grabbed a bundle of guns and sticks, carried them on his shoulders, pushed away the melon-eating crowd, and ran out of the town with big strides.

Chickens and dogs jumped all the way, and people shouted, but Meng Jiucheng didn't care. Out of the town, he ran into a wooded field before he stopped, and gasped for air.

The sound of footsteps followed, and Meng Jiucheng looked back, but it was the father and daughter who were performing arts. When they ran closer, the two of them were also panting so hard that they couldn't speak for a while.

Throwing the bundle of guns and sticks on the ground, Meng Jiucheng sat on the ground casually, adjusting his breathing, and his brain also turned.

Kill someone? Unlikely! When I was screamed, my heart was also messed up. If it's just an injury, it doesn't matter.

Meng Jiucheng knew that although Xuanqing was a Han Chinese, he had been an officer in the Jin Army before, and the local authorities gave him some face. As for why Xuanqing became a monk, he didn't know very well.

"Dao Chief, you, you have a lot of strength." The performer gasped, smiled wryly and sighed, and accosted casually.

Hehe, Meng Jiucheng grinned, habitually bent his index finger, and rubbed his nose.

The girl ran with sweat on her forehead and blushing cheeks, which made her look even better. She looked at this fat Taoist priest with interest, couldn't help but purse her lips and laughed, and said, "They all call you a Taoist priest, and the slave family calls you that, it's not rude, right?" ”

Meng Jiucheng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, paused, and said, "You guys go quickly, maybe someone will come to chase you!" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, and arched his hand: "My surname is Mu Mingyi, thank you for your help." ”

Mu Yi?! Meng Jiucheng blinked, suddenly remembered a very famous novel, surprised with three points of doubt, he looked at the girl, and said with a little stammer: "You, your name is Mu ......"

"The slave's name is Mu Xiaowei." The girl said with a smile.

Oh, Meng Jiu let out a sigh of relief, nodded casually, but it seemed to sound in his ears, "There is a beautiful girl, her name is Xiaowei, she has a pair of gentle eyes, she quietly stole my heart......"

Seeing that the man was about to carry the gun, Meng Jiucheng suddenly had an idea and said, "That, can you give me a gun?" ”

The man laughed and said, "It's easy, please pick one!" ”

Meng Jiucheng stepped forward to watch and take a look, but he didn't know which one to take.

"This one! It's not very useful when it's a show. Mu Xiaowei pulled out a spear vigorously, which was thicker and heavier than the others, "Dao Chang has great strength, and the gun is light, I'm afraid it won't be suitable." ”

Meng Jiucheng took it in his hand, checked it, felt good, and smiled happily.

Waving goodbye to Mu Yi's father and daughter, Meng Jiucheng danced with a big gun in the woods, looking at the entrance of the town from time to time, waiting for the master to come and find him.

After a short time, Xuanqing rushed out of the town in a hurry, shouting the names of ninety percent while looking around.

If you dare to shout so blatantly, there must be nothing wrong. Meng Jiucheng made up his mind and responded out of the woods.

"You, you-" Xuanqing came closer, couldn't scold, couldn't start, had to wave his arms indiscriminately, and stomped his feet helplessly.

"Master, big gun." Meng Jiucheng raised his spear and smirked to show his master.

Xuanqing rolled his eyes, snorted, and said angrily: "Let's go, look back." ”

Meng Jiucheng followed behind the master, waving his spear from time to time, bringing out a gust of wind.

Xuanqing stopped Meng Jiucheng's nonsense, and instructed as he walked: "Don't come to the town alone in the future, then Ma Si has suffered a loss, how can you take a break?" That kind of scoundrel uses any kind of vicious means, and if you are not careful, you will fall for them. ”

"Got it, Master." Meng Jiucheng nodded.

Xuan Qing shook his head again and again, looking very helpless. After walking for a while, he suddenly laughed again, turned around and slapped Meng Jiucheng hard, "It's amazing, knocking that horse to the ground is famous again." ”

Hehe, Meng Jiucheng also felt it, rubbed his nose and said: "It's a trouble, everyone is calling people to death!" ”

"Didn't die." Xuanqing didn't care anymore, with a hateful smile on his face, "Good boy, good fight." That horse was a domestic slave of the Jurchens, and he was taught a lesson by you. Damn*, relieved. ”

"Beat him up." Meng Jiucheng also felt relieved of his hatred, not only vented his anger in his heart, but also found full confidence. The traverser was bullied by the ruffians, and there was no reason for it.

"Haha, beat him up." Xuan Qing revealed his rough nature, and actually learned the words of his apprentice.

The master and apprentice talked and laughed, and returned to the Taoist temple on the mountain without incident.

Entering the mountain gate, there is a small courtyard, in the middle is a dilapidated worship hall, in the hall for three clay statues, the color of which has fallen off a lot, and the curtain only has one horn left. The foot of the offering table was also missing, and it was propped up haphazardly with a wooden incense burner on it, and a few burnt candle sticks stuck in the candlestick.

Behind the worship hall there are four houses arranged in a U-shape, forming a square with the worship hall. Facing the worship hall is a suite, inside and outside are the bedrooms of Xuanqing and Meng Jiucheng, the left side is the kitchen and utility room, and the right side is said to have been the original Dan room, but it has collapsed in half, leaving only a hut.

There are still blackened marks between the ruins, and there is a thatched house in the corner of the courtyard. And the courtyard wall next to it also has a large opening, and from the inside, you can see a hillside with some crops planted.

From Xuanqing's words before, as well as Meng Jiucheng's memories combined with the deity, it can almost be concluded that the former Guan Master, who was obsessed with alchemy, was when he was tinkering with illegal *explosives*, the Dan furnace that was blown up collapsed and soared, smashing himself and knocking down half of the room.

If it weren't for such an accident, with the appearance of Xuan Qing's wine and meat and rough words, how could he automatically succeed to become the new master? If it weren't for this accident, he wouldn't have possessed the Taoist priest.