Hong Luoyu felt like he was in a dream.

Everything in the past is replayed in my mind, leaving home since I was a child, learning martial arts, and wandering the rivers and lakes, like a prosperous dream in the world, which emerges in my mind very clearly, but all of them are scattered, and then it is like falling from the clouds in a trance, falling into the mortal dust.

The perception of his body resurfaced in his mind.

The tip of his nose seemed to have a very itchy feeling, so that he could not continue to 'sleep', he opened his eyes quite impatiently, but saw a face that he would never want to see again, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't wake up anymore, and subconsciously shrunk his neck to the back, and said:

"I, you, me, me, I ......"

The scribe in a green shirt squatted in front of him expressionlessly, teasing him with a dog's tail grass in his hand, and when he saw him open his eyes, he just looked at him carelessly, still expressionless, holding the dog's tail grass in front of him 'provocatively'.

Hongluoyu sneezed loudly, looked at the face in front of him, and gradually became angry in his heart, and scolded, saying:

"Stop! The surname wins, it turns out that you are a pickled goods, a little white face with a pink head, I beep ———"

"Ru Niang beep-"

"Stop as soon as possible, or I'll beep—"

"Beep-beep-"

This sleep seemed to be a little long, and he scolded extremely vigorously, only feeling hearty, and there was no place on his body that was not transparent and refreshing, but at this time, he saw that the scribe over there threw down the straw pole in his hand, and slowly got up, it was unusually tall, casting a heavy shadow on his face.

There was a tremor in my heart, and my voice stopped abruptly.

It was only then that he realized that he had no legs and arms, like a human stick. But he didn't notice the slightest pain, and his scalp was cold in an instant, and he cried out in a lost voice:

"You bastard, what the hell are you doing......"

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a pain in his forehead, and the memory that the scribe had poured into his mind before woke up, and after a moment of trance, he had already understood the changes in the world at this time, and understood the identity of the scribe in front of him, and his face turned slightly pale.

But before he could speak, he saw the scribe in front of him leaning down, and saw the familiar sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his heart chuckled.

Mr. Win had already grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.

Cold sweat broke out on Hongluoyu's forehead, and he smiled:

"What, sir......?"

The scribe smiled at him, and Hongluoyu's heart was slightly relieved, and he saw that the scribe's body suddenly appeared with a strong internal qi, echoing with heaven and earth, and all kinds of visions appeared from his side, and smallpox golden lotus, King Kong dragon elephant appeared.

The phantom of King Ming blessed the scribe's slightly thin body, Mr. Win sneered, shook his hand and threw Hongluoyu in the air, lifted the hem of his clothes with his right hand, threw out his right leg like a steel whip, and slammed Hongluoyu's buttocks.

Although the latter had no siblings at this time, but purely by virtue of internal force, he also performed extremely strong light skills, and the great power of the scribe to carry the heavy method was almost completely dispersed by him, but under the effect of the residual strength, it was also like an arrow from the string to shoot away into the distance, angry in his heart, and scolded through the air:

"The surname wins, you beep-"

"Didn't Lao Tzu know that you were secretly ......"

Wu Changqing's ears moved, and he listened carefully, the scribe's face was expressionless, his right hand was raised, and there was a sword aura rushing into the sky, giving birth to a mighty thunder sound, and then he threw his hand out, and the sword qi roared out, shattering the sea of light and clouds in the sky, and accurately shot at the body of Hongluoyu, and took the latter away quickly.

The screaming sound was muffled by the roar of the sword qi, and the high-speed impact of the sword qi shattered the clouds and mist, causing the air flow to involve the changes in the clouds and mist, giving birth to rain clouds, which followed all the way, refracted the sunlight, and pulled out a flying rainbow behind the screaming figure.

Wu Changqing's scalp was numb for a while, looking at the green-shirted scribe in front of him, he only felt that the latter seemed to be more difficult to deal with than usual, and he couldn't let this state continue, so he peeked to the side, where Master Yuanci was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, closing his eyes and chanting, all as if he had entered the realm of meditation and was isolated from the outside world.

At that moment, he had to bite the bullet, pretending that he had not heard what Hong Luoyu said just now, stroked his beard, and said:

"Sir, where are you going to let this guy fly......"

The scribe glanced at him, his brow unchanged, but he seemed to be chilling.

said indifferently:

“…… Rest assured, I know what to expect. ”

Wu Changqing's heart relaxed slightly, thinking about how Mr. is, and there is always reason...... I saw the corner of the scribe's mouth in front of him raised, outlined a cold smile, and said:

"I've removed all the forces of this world on him, so he can only fly at this speed."

"I've calculated that he should be able to fly back from behind before he starves to death."

The old man's expression froze.

looked at Yuan Ci as if asking for help, but found that the monk was still meditating and chanting cross-legged, as if he didn't know anything about what was happening, so he raised his hand to his lips, coughed heavily, and said:

"Master Yuanci?"

After repeating the scriptures several times, the monk opened his eyes and saw Wu Changqing, whose face was dark, raised his hand and took off two tampons from his ears, and said:

"Why does Wu Lao look at the poor monk like this? But what's the matter? ”

"By the way, what about Hongluoyu?"

Wu Changqing heard the words and a suffocating breath surged in his chest, but he could see that Yuan Ci's eyebrows and expressions really hadn't heard Fang Cai's words, so he could only sigh secretly in his heart at the moment, give up what he shouldn't know, and tell what Fang Cai had seen.

The voice paused slightly, but he still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, pointed to the earbuds in Yuan Ci's hand and asked:

"Master, you are ......"

Yuan Ci looked at the plug in his hand, understood that the old man was puzzled, and said:

"This ...... Wu Lao has not performed the rivers and lakes for a long time, maybe he doesn't know that the poor monk's move is really a last resort......"

After recalling it a little, I told the reason.

This matter should start from when Hongluoyu became a teacher.

The thief door light skill, this is the best in the rivers and lakes, the only martial arts, Hong Luoyu is extremely talented, born three points lighter than ordinary people, but in his twenties, the light skill actually surpassed his master, and is expected to be the first thief in the rivers and lakes.

At that time, he did a lot of big cases one after another, and even walked several times in the palace, and came and went freely surrounded by masters in the big house, and he was so complacent that he actually put his target in the Shaolin Temple, the treasure temple of the world, and was captured on the spot by the abbot who was not too old at the time, and then handed over to Yuanci to take care of.

At that time, it was said that it was necessary to turn Yuan Ci into the demon thoughts in Hongluoyu's heart, so that he would let this thief out.

But who knows, Hong Luoyu was born in the thief door, grew up in the market since he was a child, and walked the world after learning martial arts, and felt that scolding people was the most comfortable thing, but the world is big, there are many dialects, if the other side does not know what he said, the fun of scolding people will be less than half.

Therefore, in order to be able to enjoy this fun, he is almost familiar with hundreds of dialects in the world, and all kinds of scolding methods are enough to go into battle repeatedly, combining the north and the south, and using both elegance and vulgarity, which is overwhelming.

Yuan Ci, who had not yet graduated from school, was very tortured.

At this point, a gloomy look appeared on the monk's face.

Wu Changqing recalled Fang Cai's stealing performance, quite embarrassed, and then remembered that since Yuan Ci had already walked the rivers and lakes, it seemed that this thief was obviously persuaded by Yuan Ci, according to Buddhism, that is, it has been measured, and couldn't help but sigh:

"The master was able to tolerate him, and he was really determined, and he deserved to be the angry king."

Yuan Ci shook his head, looked down at his palm, and muttered in a low voice:

"No...... At that time, the poor monk couldn't argue with him. ”

"It's okay, the fist is still bigger than him......"

Wu Changqing was slightly stunned when he heard this, looked at the monk with a peaceful smile in front of him, and saw him raise his head, with a peaceful look on his face, and said:

"He talked too much, and the quarrel made the poor monk have a headache, and he was uncomfortable."

"The poor monk had no choice but to use a strong vajra palm to let him realize the heaviness and tranquility of Buddhism."

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

PS: Second update