After Ding Chunqiu hesitated for a while, he finally asked in a deep voice, "Who is the old master?" May it be true? ”

"Hehe~" The gray-clothed monk sneered and said: "Mr. Ding, do you want to come out and give a happy word, I can't hide that you are now losing your skills, the old monk just likes your ability to make poison, but if there is no you, the old monk has nothing to lose, and the old monk already has a master of poisoning." ”

Ding Chunqiu paused, the chain clanged, and said, "Please also ask the master to save me." ”

A strange brilliance flashed in the gray-clothed monk's eyes, "Mr. Ding agreed?" ”

"Hmm~" Ding Chunqiu replied weakly, even if he went out, he had lost his skills, and it was difficult to feel at ease again, but he would still be poisoned. "Huh, loyal to you?"

The gray-clothed monk smiled, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and said with a black pill everywhere from it: "In this case, please take this medicine first." ”

"Poison?" Ding Chunqiu's eyes flashed with cold light, and he snorted coldly.

"Hehe, don't blame Mr. Ding, there is no basis for what he says, the old monk really can't believe it, and the old monk knows that Mr. is good at poisoning, so he has to make this decision."

"Hey, since you know that the old man is good at poisoning, you still let the old man take poison?" Ding Chunqiu laughed and took the poison pill with his hands, and the gray-clothed old monk saw him take it with his own eyes.

Ding Chunqiu sneered: "The master is relieved, right? ”

The gray-clothed monk said disapprerovingly: "Please Mr. Ding back away." ”

With the clanging of iron chains, Ding Chunqiu took three steps back.

Murong Fu looked at it from the side and said secretly: "This iron door is locked by an iron lock, how can it be opened?" ”

I saw a dagger suddenly slipping from the left sleeve of the gray-clothed monk, using cowhide as a sheath, and pulling it out silently, the dagger was black in color, and there was no reflection, but Murong Fu faintly felt a chill from its blade.

The gray-clothed monk swept the dagger in his right hand and said: "This dragon slaying dagger is said to be cast by an ancestor master after casting a dark iron heavy sword, and it was cast with the remaining dark iron, and the iron was sharpened like mud. ”

Murong Fu listened and nodded.

Ding Chunqiu shouted inside: "I can't think of it, I can't imagine that the old master actually has this treasure blade in his hand." ”

The gray-clothed monk was slightly depressed, and as soon as the dagger suddenly fell, he heard a muffled sound, and the iron lock snapped and was cut in half.

The gray-clothed monk pushed the iron door, and the iron door opened inward, "Mr. Ding hasn't come out yet?" ”

"Haha~" There was a burst of laughter inside, and Ding Chunqiu walked out with a chain in his hand.

Murong Fu only saw him at this time, and saw that he was full of pale hair, his face was wrinkled, but a pair of eyes were full of strange light, and the monk's clothes on his body were also clean. He said: "Please also ask the old man to untie this damn iron chain for the old man." ”

The gray-clothed monk smiled, and stepped on it a few times, and the iron chains on his hands and feet were broken.

Ding Chunqiu regained his freedom, stretched his waist, inhaled the free air twice, glanced at the dragon slaying dagger in the hand of the gray-clothed monk out of the corner of his eye, and said in his heart: Such a strange weapon blade is really a treasure.

The gray-clothed monk hid the dagger in his sleeve and said, "This is not a place to stay for a long time, let's go!" ”

Murong Fu nodded. Ding Chunqiu said: "There is labor." ”

So the gray-clothed monk took Ding Chunqiu, and the three of them returned the same way, and they left the Shaolin Temple after a while.

This Ding Chunqiu was imprisoned in Shaolin, and the Shaolin monk saw that his skills had been exhausted, and he was completely the same old man, and he had iron chains on his hands and feet, and he was locked in a house with iron windows and iron doors, how could he still do evil? So the care of him was very loose, except for three meals a day, when monks came, at other times, almost no one came.

The three of them galloped all the way down the mountain, and when they arrived at Yanji Horse Market, the moon was already westward, and it was past midnight.

Old man Chen's broken shed still hid some good wine. The gray-clad monk went out for a while, and returned with three hares that had been killed.

The clay pot had been broken, and several people made a fire in the open space and roasted it and ate it.

While roasting, Ding Chunqiu suddenly laughed and said, "Master, don't you want to show your true colors until now?" ”

The gray-clothed monk glanced at him, then turned to look at Murong Fu, and said, "You must also want to know who the old monk is, right?" ”

Murong Fu nodded silently.

The gray-clothed monk stood up suddenly, laughed, and was about to untie the belt around his neck, when suddenly his ears moved, and he looked up at the top of the grass hut, and his eyes burst with light.

The placket of the clothes was torn into the air, and a dark shadow on the grass shed laughed loudly and floated down to the open space in front of the grass shed.

"Sure enough, it's you!" The gray-clothed monk followed and swept out, standing in front of the black-clothed monk, and said. Murong Fu also swept out, stood behind the gray-clothed monk, and looked at the black-clothed monk, who was very burly, with a black mask covering his face, only his forehead and a pair of eagle-like eyes outside.

"Yes, it's me." The black-clothed monk said.

The gray-clothed monk said: "We fought once ten years ago, and we didn't win or lose, and I admire Your Excellency very much. ”

The black-clothed monk laughed and said, "I also admire my brother very much. ”

The gray-clothed monk said: "Now that ten years have passed, I don't know how your Excellency has improved. ”

The black-clothed monk said, "I also want to know if my brother has made progress." ”

"Hahaha~~~" The two stared at each other for a long time, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and walked in.

When I walked in, I suddenly pushed out my palms, and the four palms were printed together, and the tacit understanding was compared to the internal force.

The internal force is layered on top of each other, oscillating and leaking out of the wind one by one.

Murong Fu stood three zhang away, feeling the wind blowing in his face, and it was difficult to breathe, he retreated a few zhang away, the strong wind blew his clothes and danced, and he was secretly frightened: these two old monks have high skills, and they are still above Duan Yanqing, and he has only seen them in his life.

After a while, the strong wind gradually weakened, and the two of them tacitly slowly reduced their internal force, and finally the wind calmed down, and the two stopped at the same time.

Beads of sweat oozed from both of them, and they breathed a few breaths, and suddenly they looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time.

The black-clothed monk said: "Brother's skill has really increased again!" ”

The gray-clothed monk said: "Your Excellency is not too reckless! ”

Murong Fu was secretly surprised from the outside, these two people competed for internal strength, and they actually had such a tacit understanding, even friends for decades might not be like this! You must know that the competition for internal force is the most dangerous, as long as one side does not tacitly withdraw the internal force, the other side will be seriously injured.

This is almost putting your life in the hands of the other party!

The black-clothed monk said loudly: "Ten years ago, I fought with my brother, fought for three days and three nights, and there was no victory. ”

"Not bad." The gray-clothed monk said: "It's just that Your Excellency's martial arts are rare in the world, why did you hide in Shaolin for 20 years?" ”

"Hmph~" The black-clothed monk said: "Brother martial arts are also karmic arts, and he has also been hiding in Shaolin for twenty years, and he is also very curious." ”

"Hahaha......" The gray-clothed monk laughed and said: "After two fights, we don't know each other, isn't it also a funny thing?" ”

The black-clothed monk nodded, "Yes, it's just ......" He suddenly pointed to Ding Chunqiu, who was hiding in the shed, and said, "Brother rescued this old monster from Shaolin, it's really inappropriate!" ”

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