209 - Mask Guest

Obviously, it was the Yuankong monk who was mocking Nurhari's words, but except for him, everyone heard the meaning, and they couldn't help laughing one by one.

That is to say, Nurhari is not from Suiyang, but he understands some Suiyang dialects, but he just can't understand the inner meaning.

So much so that Nurhari stared at everyone and was confused.

"Zen Master, please." Zhao Liwen came to Monk Yuankong, made a gesture of please, and said politely.

"Yo, Zhao Weng is polite, Zhao Weng is polite."

There are only a handful of people in the world who can call Zhao Liwen Zhao Weng, except for a handful of people in the palace, and now, seeing that the monk of Yuankong dares to call this title, it is not difficult to see that it has a close relationship with the Suiyang royal family.

The two old men found a place to do it, and Zhao Liwen was polite: "Zen master, Your Majesty has already intentionally invited you to Daxing City to give lectures, but you have sent people to a Zen temple countless times, but you have not seen your honor as Zen master." โ€

Monk Yuankong waved his hand: "The poor monk hasn't been in the temple at all these years, it's too boring, no, with his apprentice, he just returned from the Western Regions." โ€

Zhao Liwen was stunned when he heard this: "Zen master, you went to the Western Regions?" โ€

Monk Yuankong smiled and nodded: "Yes." โ€

"It's good, it's good."

"Zhao Weng, let me tell you, if you have time, you can really go to the Western Regions." Speaking of the Western Regions, Monk Yuankong was interested and said hurriedly.

Zhao Liwen: "??? Why did the Zen master say this? โ€

Monk Yuankong sighed: "I won't tell you, the Western Regions, although it is not as outstanding as the people of Suiyang, but most of the people in the area are open, not as red tape as Suiyang, and they are very happy, and..."

Zhao Liwen heard the words and asked, "And what?" โ€

The old monk was shy: "The girl in that place is also really good-looking, blonde hair and blue eyes, convex and backward curl..."

The little novice behind him frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Master." โ€

The old monk hurriedly waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it, this kid, I wouldn't have taken you out if I knew it." โ€

The corners of Zhao Liwen's mouth twitched, can you think of a scene where a monk and a eunuch discuss women?

"That Zen master, I think this robe on your body is a little familiar." was also afraid of embarrassment, Zhao Liwen quickly turned the conversation around.

Monk Yuankong sighed, patted the robe on his body, and flew ashes: "You mean this?" โ€

"This is still the one that Emperor Xuan gave to the poor monk back then."

Zhao Liwen was stunned: "The robe that Emperor Xuan gave to the Zen master back then, isn't it a brocade robe with red gold hooks?" โ€

Before Monk Yuankong could speak, the little novice next to him interjected: "My master hasn't washed it since he put it on, and it smells like it." โ€

Zhao Liwen: "ยทยทยท"

Monk Yuankong turned his head and glared at his apprentice with a blushing face: "A child knows a fart, this is called crazy Zen for my master, and moving with your heart is the truth." โ€

Xiao Shami ruthlessly exposed: "You are just lazy." โ€

The knights sitting next to him felt a little embarrassed, and turned their heads away, as if they hadn't heard.

While chatting, he was polite.

At this time, a man came in from outside.

The man was dressed in a green shirt, with a slender figure, and a face with a big-faced doll mask that children often play with.

If this is the case, the people will not realize that there is anything, but the man has a man in his hand.

The man walked in, looked around at the crowd, smiled, and threw the man in his hand.

There was a thud, and the man in his hand fell to the ground and rolled three or four times.

Seeing the person who landed clearly, everyone was shocked.

Who is that person, it is Annuer, who is the tenth on the heavenly list.

Zhao Liwen was the first to stand up, staring at the mysterious man wearing the mask, his hands clenched, and a blush gathered in his hands.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Although Annuer has already betrayed Sui Yang and betrayed him Zhao Liwen, no matter what, he has been raised for twenty or thirty years, and from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Liwen still has a trace of affection for Annuer in his heart.

No one can clean up Annuer except himself.

Not to mention, he is also a mysterious masked guest who beats Annuer into such a half-dead appearance.

When the masked guest heard this, he looked at Zhao Liwen, and when he saw the red light in his hand, he sighed: "It's a little interesting." โ€

Zhao Liwen took a step forward: "Who is Your Excellency?" โ€

The masked man flicked his wrist: "Me?" You don't know now, but soon, everyone in the world will know who I am. โ€

Hu Hu also sensed that something was wrong, stepped forward, and first bowed his hand: "Dare to ask this brother Taigui?" โ€

The masked guest said disdainfully, "Just you? Not yet worthy of knowing my name. โ€

As soon as this sentence came out, hundreds of high-rollers in the rivers and lakes couldn't help but snort on the spot, this mask guest has such a big tone, Hu Hu, who is sixth on the dignified list, is not worthy of knowing your identity, are you the king of heaven?

Needless to say, hundreds of people stood up at the same time, drew their knives one after another, and rushed towards the masked guest, and roared in unison: "Bold fanatics, you dare to come to this Baixiaozhuang to spread wild, you are really looking for death." โ€

He couldn't see the masked man's expression hidden under the mask, but he only looked up slightly, saw the scene of those people rushing towards him, snorted slightly, and then whistled.

Immediately after, Zhao Liwen and Monk Yuankong all felt it, and the air around them seemed to become rich in an instant.

It's like a normal person moving underwater.

At that time, the two were shocked, and when they looked back at each other, they both saw a trace of unusualness on each other's faces, and those who could easily do this were at least the top three in the heavenly list.

After the masked guest whistled, he raised his left hand, and with a slight wave, a gust of wind drifted in the air, followed by the weapons in the hands of those Jianghu knights, as if they had been buried for thousands of years.

"It's just a stinky fish and rotten shrimp, and you want to shoot at me?"

The mask is polite.

There were two people in the crowd who had been standing still, they had been at the same table with Huhu and that Nurhari, but now that Huhu and Nurhari had gone up, they whispered.

One of them, who looked strong, whispered to the young man next to him who looked like a young man: "Childe, this person is not small. โ€

The boy snorted and took a sip of tea without leaving a trace: "I can see it, at least the strength of the great grandmaster." โ€

"Childe, do we want to go on then?"

Brother Gongzi put down the teacup and looked at the man: "Up?" On what, I didn't see that Annuer, who was tenth on the heavenly list, was cleaned up, do you think you are Annuer's opponent? โ€

As soon as Brother Gongzi said this, the man lowered his head and was silent.

"Sit down and eat, there are four heavenly masters here, Zhao Weng, Hu Hu and Nurhari, and we don't need to make a move."

"But Childe, what if none of them are the masked man's opponents?"

Brother Gongzi shrugged his shoulders: "Then I can only pray that the masked guest has no malice, otherwise what do you want?" โ€

Brother Childe's words left the man speechless.

"Hmph, where did you come from, dare to come to Brother Hu's birthday banquet to make trouble, Lao Tzu will meet you."

With a thunderous sound, Nurhari stepped forward and walked to the front.

The masked guest glanced at Nurhari with a lazy look: "Who are you?" โ€

"Lao Tzu is Nurhari."

When the masked guest heard this, he became a little more meaningful: "Nurhari? Is it the ninth-ranked Nurhari on the list? โ€

"Scared?"

"Haha, I'm afraid, just stepping on you to help me go to the next level."

Nurhari didn't understand what it meant, but he understood what the masked man meant by stepping on you.

At that moment, Nurhari roared: "What a big breath. โ€

As he spoke, he reached over to lift the masked guest, his five fingers were hooked, faintly, and the air was accompanied by the roar of the tiger and the dragon.

The masked guest was dismissive: "Pediatrics." โ€

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and poked at the big palm that Nurhari grabbed him, and poked the palm with one finger, and the painful Nurhari took several steps back at that time, and then looked at his right hand, trembling and out of his control.

The masked man snorted: "Could it be that the master of the Heavenly List is only this strength?" โ€

The masked guest's words angered Nurhari: "Boy, you are looking for death. โ€

Between the words, he rushed like a bull.

The masked man shook his head: "Annuer is under me, and it only lasted one move, I don't know, how many moves can you, the ninth highest person on the list of days, hold me up?" โ€