I don't know who exclaimed: "Look at a fat monk lying on the beam." ”

Everyone followed and looked, and there was really a monk lying on it with his pillow arm horizontally, exhaling and inhaling, just like a toad lying on his back, his round belly rose and fell. He only raised his hand to tickle it, and the beams of the house that had fallen into disrepair creaked like a burden, and rotten wood chips and dust fell in a torrent. But the monk only thought that he was as light as a swallow, lying on his back and lying on it, not afraid of crushing the beams and pillars.

The people downstairs all looked up at him, like looking up at a Buddha statue on a lotus pedestal, their eyes confused and focused. It's just that it's not because of piety, but out of curiosity, how did this monk get there? Since when has it been lying there? What a hole it must be to roll over and fall down in your sleep?!

The monk completely ignored everyone's strange gazes, stretched out idly, yawned and said angrily: "Even after two days of travel, I won't let my grandfather and me sleep well." After saying that, he rolled over and rolled down directly from the top of the beam, and seemed to be about to slam on the ground, but in the sound of everyone's wow, he flexibly changed his body, and stood firmly on the ground as if his feet were on cotton.

The scales fell to the ground and instantly became a residual leaf sweeping the floor, without a sound.

The monk shook his head and recited, "Amitabha." Then he chirped, "Damn, why can't you change it?" ”

Everyone secretly sighed that the monk was good at the same time, but also secretly looked at him, extremely tall figure, there are more than 20 red copper rosaries hanging around his neck, each of which is the size of a bowl, if such a heavy red copper rosary is hung on the body of ordinary people, either the neck is bent, or the neck bone is broken, and for the monk, it is no different from ordinary wooden beads, it can be seen that he is a practitioner with extremely hard muscles.

The monk took a wine gourd from his waist, poured two sips of liquor into his mouth, and asked, "What are you yelling about?" Who is looking for what purple-eyed people? ”

The rich and unique aroma of wine permeated the air, causing everyone to take a deep breath, only to feel that they were sweet and sweet, and they were not drunk.

The monk's breaking of the drinking ban had caused Ivantine to frown again and again, but he still replied with patience: "The Purple Pupil Man is a heinous person, and we are being ordered to track it down. ”

"Haha, this is interesting, Lao Tzu hasn't come down the mountain for a long time, I don't know when there was a purple-eyed villain in the rivers and lakes, you should tell me what evil things he did?"

Ivantine was speechless for a moment, he only received orders to pursue and kill, but did not know the specific reason.

There was a little junior disciple of the Hanxian Palace next to him who couldn't hold his breath and shouted: "Since the palace master ordered the arrest, he must have done a lot of bad things, do you need to list them one by one?" ”

"Palace Master? What palace master? The monk touched his stomach and asked lazily.

"Of course it's the Cold String Palace, don't you have eyes? Can't you see it? ”

The little junior brother has blind confidence in the prestige of the Hanxian Palace, even if the Hanxian Palace is not as majestic as before, but no one will not recognize it when he comes out wearing this palace uniform.

The monk snorted coldly: "Grandpa, when I was rampant in the rivers and lakes, the Hanxian Palace didn't wear this bird-colored clothes, and the old man was afraid that others would not know that the Hanxian Palace had changed its master, and the color of the clothes would also change. ”

Where can the disciples of the cold string stand this ridicule, not only the proud Han String Palace was insulted, but even the respected palace master was maliciously slandered, and the anger turned into excitement, and they all pulled out their long swords and made a move to meet the enemy, shouting: "Monk, look at the sword!" ”

Seeing this, the monk hurriedly raised his hand to stop: "Wait, it's okay to fight, but don't spill my good wine." As he spoke, he put the wine bottle on the table beside him.

The disciple of the Cold String Palace only thought that he was afraid, made an excuse to slip away, quickly raised his sword to block his way, and then turned his wrist sharply and stabbed at the monk's vital point.

The monk slipped oil under his feet, his body was like a willow, he gently avoided the blade of the sword, and steadily put the wine bottle on the table beside him, and then raised his hand to grab the two long swords that stabbed at him, and with the force of his left and right hands, he crushed the sword in the tiger's palm, and said with a smile: "Now let the old man try the kung fu of you dolls." ”

The monk's eyes became sharp, as if telling the group of boys in front of him never to treat the tiger licking its claws as a supple cat, but it didn't know that it licked the fresh blood left after hunting, and when the blood aroused the beast's desire, the ferocity in the eyes could not be hidden, and in the face of a group of born calves, there was only cruelty and playfulness.

Although the disciples of Hanxian were surprised by the monk's martial arts, they also calmly used the frost and snow dance swordsmanship, attacking the monk's key points from all directions.

The Frost Sky Snow Dance is a major stunt of the Cold String Palace, and the subtlety of this set of swordsmanship lies in the fact that it is both offensive and defensive, and every move is flawless, without giving the opponent any room to counterattack. Now that he was being used by so many disciples at the same time, he surrounded the monk in a sword circle, and he couldn't see the monk inside clearly, only seeing the bright sword light flowing rapidly in the hall.

But where is the monk easy to deal with? Like an eight-armed ape, he blocked the stabbing swords one after another, not giving the other party any chance to take advantage of it. This time he didn't crush the sword, but wanted to try the swordsmanship of the cold string disciple, so his subordinates had room to spare, but the more he tried, the more disappointed he became, and after the fight, he felt bored, and he didn't bother to take the moves, and when he saw a sword stabbed into his abdomen, he didn't dodge, so he inserted the sword into the flesh.

I thought that the sword entered the flesh and pierced the intestines and broke the stomach, but there was no sound of penetrating the flesh and blood, and there was no blood flowing out, but the monk laughed and ejected the sword in the belly, shaking the person holding the sword three feet away, but his flesh and skin were not hurt at all.

Everyone in the hall was stunned, could it be that he had repaired the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, why was he invulnerable? The monk's good martial arts are not among the best in the rivers and lakes, but the people who have traveled the most in the hall and have seen the most have not heard of who is a monk among the masters of the rivers and lakes today.

"Hahaha, the disciples of the Cold String Palace are nothing more than that, this Frost Sky Snow Dance Sword Technique is also sparse and ordinary, not worth mentioning."

The unbridled laughter was mixed with a strong internal force, which was deafening.

The most important thing for the children of the sect is the face and reputation of the sect, and they lose to each other in the competition, and they would rather be said to be poor in learning than to be ashamed that the sect's skills are not strong. If the status of the sect has been shaken because of this, it has become precarious, and I am afraid that even some Jianghu scattered people will look down on it.

The disciples of Han Xian were all furious: "Abominable monk, how can you slander my sect's swordsmanship." ”

"Wentian, that old horseman has been in the Cold String Palace for more than thirty years, and he has learned a swordsmanship, so he can only teach you swordsmanship. He has poor kung fu, but he has a good mouth, which coaxes you dolls to think that you have learned the essence of the Cold String Palace, but when you take it out and compete with others, you will be beaten to the ground, which really erases the prestige of the Cold String Palace in the past......"

The disciples of Songfeng Gate couldn't see Hanxian Palace being bullied, and raised their hands and waved out more than ten deep and turquoise pine needles and flew towards the monk. This jasper pine needle is the unique skill of Songfengmen, only people with deep internal strength can use the pine needles to break the bamboo and gravel, so the disciples of Songfengmen are all solid in internal strength, and the shot is like the wind.

But the monk's internal force is even more unfathomable, the wide sleeve waved lightly, the soft hand back, and then a slight shake, the pine needles fell from his sleeve to the ground, like scattered debris, and there was no longer the fierce momentum just now.

"Songfengmen's unique stunt is still so weak and weak, I don't know if your head Xi has practiced this stunt now?"

offended the two sects at once, and the disciples of the two sects, Hanxian and Songfeng, were overwhelmed by the humiliation, and attacked the fat monk together.

The tiger and tiger over there were vigorous, the sword shadow and the flying needle were intertwined and danced in the air, the guests in the hall had already run away for fear of being injured by mistake, and the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper Xiaoer also hid behind the counter and did not dare to come out, Jiang Zhengxin hurriedly tugged at the corner of Yue's clothes: "Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, why don't we take advantage of the chaos and leave?" ”

Yu Yue glanced at Jiang Zhengxin, and said helplessly: "There is only this decent inn in Golden Scale City, and we will have no place to live tonight after leaving." ”

Jiang Zhengxin: "......"

The monk's subordinates showed no mercy, and it didn't take long to drive the disciples of the two factions out of the inn, and then patted his belly and turned around to get the wine, but he didn't think that the wine gourd on the table was long gone, and then he looked at a little monkey squatting in the corner, holding his wine jug and drinking heartily.

The monk jumped like thunder, he had never been so calm in the fight just now, stretched out his tiger paw to catch the little monkey, and shouted: "Splash the monkey, return me wine!" ”

The monkey turned around and ran away with the gourd in his arms, and suddenly got into the private room and hid behind the bamboo curtain. The monk immediately chased after him, waved his palm to shake the bamboo curtain into powder, and the tiger's claws broke through the wind, and he was about to catch the little monkey on the table, but he didn't want to be suddenly pointed on the Shenmen acupoint by a jade flute, and instantly leaked all his strength.

The monk was slightly surprised, and saw that the person who pointed at his acupoint was a man in white, sitting with his back to him, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but it seemed to be a young man. The man in white had already guessed the whereabouts of the palm wind without turning back, and he also accurately pointed at his acupoint, and his strength should not be underestimated. The monk admired the martial arts master the most in his life, once he met a martial artist who was better than his own, he was just about to open his mouth to talk to the man in white, and was annoyed and angry by the monkey who made a chirping and laughing sound. The monk felt that he had just dealt with a monkey, and he did not use all his strength, since the man in white wanted to protect the monkey, he could take the opportunity to try his martial arts, so he added strength to his hand and attacked the man in white.

The tiger's paw was like a hurricane, and the gravel was only in an instant, but at this moment, a loud shout came: "Ancestor stop, don't be rude!" ”