This time, the elderly uncle and Wei Zizhou talked for a long time in the house.

Su Mu helped the disciples of the Divine Fist Hall to clean up the courtyard wall that was beaten to tatters, and during this period, there were also warriors of the Chen family who wanted to come in with the banner of meeting Wei Zizhou and wanted to come in to take a look at Lian Mancang, who threw such a meteorological punch, but they were all pushed away by Su Mu with a smile, and the thick-skinned ones had to stay, but they were all pulled by the thick-skinned Su Mu to clean up the stones.

The autumn rain stopped after the uncle had drained his qi, but the sun still did not come out, and it was still gloomy.

Su Mu stuffed a cart of bricks into the hands of the Liu family who came to join in the fun, and then secretly said a word to Song Xiaoyu, who only knew how to work hard, and then hurriedly walked along the traces of the ground being torn several meters deep all the way to the Chunshen River.

Along the way, there were many people who also came to observe this shocking trace, and Su Mu also breathed a sigh of relief, and it didn't seem so abrupt to be mixed in.

Unfortunately, only three small houses were affected by this punch, two belonged to the Zhao family, one belonged to the Liu family, there was not much loss, and these two families had to bear such a loss silently, but they suffered from the Chen family built by the river, and half of the river water that overturned 100 meters fell into the courtyard of the Chen family.

Su Mu smiled unkindly, didn't stop long, and swept towards the big river on tiptoe.

The rumbling sound of the water, the muffled atmosphere, and the not too straight river presents a dangerous scenery in the cold weather.

Su Mu recalled that punch in his mind, his qi slowly mobilized, covered his ears, and made a somewhat unbelievable gesture of beating the drum, and the people around him who admired the majesty of this punch looked at him a little strangely.

The shimmer of light in the divine treasure shone, and the aura that permeated it was like a hail, and there was a faint scene outlined.

Slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his mind moved slightly, his breath became faster and faster, several tricks were slightly hot, and the tip of his tongue set up a magpie bridge, and carried the old man's own fire.

Su Mu opened his eyes and gathered momentum, vaguely with half the charm of that punch, and punched out.

The river water lifted four or five meters and poured it on Su Mu's head.

"Poof!"

Some people around couldn't hold back their laughter.

Su Mu didn't feel ashamed, he only felt more and more hearty, and a trace of heat overflowed from his body.

"I'm a pretty fast learner......

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

Su Mu turned around, but what came into his eyes was an apple that had been bitten, and then the apple was bitten by the person who spoke, and this person was still holding a sword in his arms.

"This strong man doesn't look like a person from my Tangling Mountains, I don't know where he came from, where is he going?" Su Mu squinted and smiled.

The man's expression was strange, and after being stunned for a moment, he said with a smile: "I came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the West Heaven to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures?" ”

Su Mu was also stunned, this person was quite interesting, and he climbed up the pole, so he hurriedly bowed: "I didn't expect it to be the holy monk of the Tang Dynasty, disrespectful and disrespectful, but Xiaosheng has something unclear, why didn't the holy monk shave the three thousand troubles." ”

The gray-clothed man who reported the sword and gnawed on the apple laughed: "There are too many troubles, three thousand is enough, there are too many lice and it is not itchy, Bodhi has no tree, if there is no dust in your heart, you are not burdened by dust, what does it matter if this bald head stays, Hugh has to put the cart before the horse." ”

Su Mu shook his head and said: "Wandering around the rivers and lakes, no matter how you say it, you have to have a unique style, just like the Shenquan Hall that is not a disciple of Buddhism, isn't it also shaved off the three thousand troubles, and it is unique in the rivers and lakes, which is remembered by the world, you are like an ordinary person, if you want to become famous in a fight, it is difficult to leave a deep impression. ”

The man took a bite of the apple, and the boy thought that he had come to take advantage of the fire to make a name for himself.

Su Mu was still a little nervous in his heart, this person appeared behind him silently, and he was still holding a sword with a faint murderous aura, if it weren't for the slight improvement in his perception after cultivating that hugging Pu Du, this killing intent that was all collected into the sheath was really difficult to detect.

The realm of the elderly uncle and ancestor qi is in front of a fist of pearls and jade, and a stone stirs up a thousand waves, and there are people who want to use this uncle and ancestor as a whetstone, and there is no shortage of such things in the rivers and lakes.

The old man who is no longer tall has passed on the fire to himself, no matter whether the purpose is so simple or not, in the end, he has his own kindness, and his boss has always been thinking about that incense, if he can block the wind and waves for the stormy Divine Fist Hall, it is naturally the best.

"You say I don't look good when I walk the rivers and lakes?"

Su Mu nodded.

The man gnawed the apple in two bites, threw the apple core into the air lightly, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said: "In this case, you must be well versed in walking the rivers and lakes. ”

Su Mu's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated, scolding secretly Why provoke such a person who doesn't know the depths, but the man holding the sword smiled, the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment, the man raised his hand slightly, the scabbard was on Su Mu's elbow, and then blew on the apple core that happened to fall.

Immediately afterwards, the kernel fell into Su Mu's hand, as if he had grabbed some kind of disposable flying sword, and the whole person was taken out with a whoosh.

Only a scream remained.

Under the stunned gaze of the people around him, the man in gray with the sword smiled, satisfied with his work, took out another apple from his pocket, nibbled on it, and then patted his ass and left.

In the night, Song Xiaoyu was mixed in a group of strong men in the Shenquan Hall, left and right for men, difficult to pull the rice, a trance-like appearance, stupidly looking at the door, there was no bite to eat, during the Shenquan Hall master also came to comfort himself once, but he didn't say a flower for a long time, so he had to eat to cover up his embarrassment, like a rice bucket with no feelings.

There was a light rain outside, sparsely and slowly, not climatically, but bitterly cold.

A hand pushed them away, and the cold wind blew in, and the bald men who were eating couldn't help but shrink their necks, and turned their heads to look at the door, only to see that the hand was still dripping with water.

Then a man who had been fished out of the water strode in, and there was a trace of white smoke coming from his body.

"Damn, Brother Su, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and he looked outside in disbelief, it didn't seem to be raining so much!

Su Mu's expression was indifferent and outrageous, and he had the spirit of not changing his color in front of the collapse of Mount Tai, and waved his hand calmly: "It's okay to be a small matter." ”

Feng Patang was already able to hold on to the wall to eat at this time, and when he saw Su Mu, who had chatted well with him before and helped him smooth out, he became like this in a blink of an eye, and hurriedly beckoned a disciple to bring Su Mu a clean practice uniform.

Su Mu was grateful in his heart, but he was not shocked on the surface, and he thanked Feng Patang and the disciple who brought the clothes, retreated to the door, found a place where no one was and silently took off the clothes full of Chunshen River water, and with a slight twist, the water flowed down like splashing water with a basin.

"Su Mu! What are you doing? ”

Hearing this voice, Su Mu's face froze, and he quickly blocked the indescribable part with his clean clothes, turned around, and saw his boss supporting the old man who had become rickety walking from the courtyard, looking at him with a hint of disgust in surprise.

Wei ...... Commissioner, you and Lian seniors talk...... Finished talking? ”

The old man glanced at Su Mu silently, sighed to himself, said something immoral, broke free of Wei Zizhou's support, and walked towards the dining hall with his hands behind his back.

Wei Zizhou turned his back, Su Mu immediately understood, and put on the clean practice uniform.

"Ahem, I don't care what kind of moth you've been doing during this time, now hurry up to eat, it's also a coincidence, today happens to be a special meal once a month, you go to touch this light, and Feng Xiantang and they are also familiar with each other, and come to me after you are done."

Su Mu frowned and asked, "Go to the Liu family?" ”

Wei Zizhou nodded.

Su Mu felt a little bottomless in his heart, these families looked humble like sons, in fact, there have been many characters who have entered the martial arts list over the years, and they are very arrogant inside, and the turmoil that has not yet been completely set off in Lintangling is inseparable from Wei Zizhou, and now what he wants to go to may be a Hongmen banquet.

Wei Zizhou saw Su Mu's concern, rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "You don't need to worry about this kind of thing, if you don't come, then I don't bother to wait for you." ”

Su Mu grinned and said: "Don't don't, of course I want to go, it's better to see such a scene than to see it, it's a pity not to go." ”

Then he ran towards the dining hall in a puff of smoke.

Wei Zizhou looked at the back, feeling a little funny, but he didn't laugh either, turned to look at a corner in the courtyard, and hugged his fist slightly.