The next day, the hangover Zhang Huen woke up with his head covered, saw a burst of laughter from outside the courtyard, came out to take a look, but saw Ke Baisui was accompanying a rich old woman and two children to play in the garden, after he washed up, changed into the monk's robe given by the master of the certificate, brushed his beard, walked out of the door, and said:

"Amitabha, Ke is in charge, and the poor monk is bothered. *top*point*small*say."

Ke Baisui walked over and bowed and said:

"Where, where, the master can come to the villa, it is a blessing to be a hundred years old. In normal times, such a character as a master, I can't even invite a barberry faction. Oh, by the way, master, this is the inner Liu family, this is my two little grandsons, En'er and Wu'er. ”

After greetings, Ke Baisui invited Zhang Huen to breakfast, and when he saw that he was leaving, he said:

"Master and slow."

After beckoning, a servant came up with a plate, the red cloth was lifted and there were thirty-two ingots of silver inside, Zhang Huen's face changed:

"Why is that?"

"The master is wandering around, and it is inevitable that there will be places that need to be supported, and a little thin silver is not enough to worry about."

"The poor monk is really practicing, not playing, yesterday a game of wine and meat, one night stay is enough, these silver taels, please forgive the poor monk can't bear it."

"Master 。。。。。。"

Zhang Huen resolutely refused to accept it, and after choosing the Buddha number, he said goodbye and walked out, Ke Baisui chased to the door, looked at Zhang Huen's back who jumped out more than ten meters in one step, and sighed:

"He has a good temperament, behaves perversely, and Shaolin proves that he is a wonderful person."

Zhang Huen went down to the foot of the mountain, but saw a young man packing his horses, and when he saw him coming, he hurriedly said:

"In Xia Yanzhi, he is a big disciple of the Barberry Sect, and the master commanded, saying that the master has a long way to go. The master is specially requested to take this inferior horse in order to travel. ”

Zhang Huen took a look at the "bad horse", a white horse with a smooth and smooth color, where is the bad horse, it is simply a good horse among good horses, I wanted to refuse, but Guo Yanzhi quickly knelt down and kowtowed:

"If the master doesn't accept it. The barberry faction did not dare to accept the eagle claw magic left by the master. ”

Seeing that he was so resolute, Zhang Huen had no choice but to turn over and get on his horse and said:

"Barberry, Guo Yanzhi, I remember."

Riding the horse, he ran until dusk, and then stopped at the foot of a mountain, and there was no shop in front of the village, and it seemed that he had to sleep in the wilderness again.

"Horses, horses. Go find grass to eat yourself. ”

Zhang Huen patted the white horse, the white horse seemed to have spirituality and went to find grass to eat, Zhang Huen turned over the burden, took out cold noodle cakes and pickles, remembering the smell of meat last night, it was really hard to swallow. After eating hastily, Zhang Huen, who was resting in the grass, looked at the starry sky, and felt confused. According to the plot arrangement, the plot of Tianlong should also begin. Where will I go from here?

Draco, Draco! Zhang Huen thought about it and sat up, Barberry Pai Ke is 100 years old, hell! Zhang Huen didn't dare to show too much consternation, just walked up to the white horse and pretended, and then exclaimed:

"Oops. My old monk's robe was forgotten in Funiu Villa, how is this good? ”

Originally, a set of old monk's clothes was lost if he lost it, but Zhang Huen had a total of two sets of monk's clothes, and it was impossible for him to find a ready-to-wear store to make them. So this reason was quite reluctant, so he got on his horse and hit the horse, and ran back. It was not until the middle of the night when the moon was in the sky that he arrived at the foot of the Funiu Villa, and before he could go up the mountain, he heard a loud noise in the sky.

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Ke Bai, the head of the Barberry Sect, was killed by a mysterious person."

（tnnd！ ）

Zhang Huen smoked seven holes, and rushed towards the mountain with big strides, Funiu Mountain is not high, the stone steps are only more than 100 steps, and he has not yet entered the villa, but he heard a sound of breaking the air, he looked sideways, only to see a black shadow passing by, and he couldn't see the face of the person who came, but he knew that it was the culprit who killed Ke Baisui--- the master of Tianji Murong Bo, seeing that he was carrying a small package on his back, Zhang Huen didn't care what Tianji you were or not, and shouted:

"The thief is gone!"

A split-hearted palm slapped towards Murong Bo's back, Murong Bo let out a "huh", turned around and sent over with the same split-hearted palm according to the gourd painting scoop, the two palms intersected, and a dull resonance sounded in the air, Zhang Huen only felt that his right arm was numb, his chest was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was pressed in his mouth, overflowing.

Murong Bo saw that he had injured this monk and turned around to leave, but Zhang Huen didn't plan to let him go, the three hells of Moke's fingers were released instantly, and the three fingers broke through the air, and Murong Bo's eyes hidden on the black scarf showed a shocked look for the first time, only to see that his body was strangely subjected to the internal force of the three fingers, and then there was a burst of drawing scoops on the gourd, and the three fingers came from the air.

"In the way of the other, give back to the other!"

Zhang Huen shouted, his hands clenched into fists and stuck in his waist, three fingers hit him, sending out a golden and iron resonance, Murong Bo stared at the golden bell jar on his body, gritted his teeth and pointed in the air, an incomparably powerful finger force came towards Zhang Huen, Zhang Huen's eyes showed a fine light, this Murong Bo has learned a lot, this King Kong finger is afraid that there are nine points of fire. I didn't dare to be careless at the moment, and I was about to dodge a finger, but I heard shouting from behind:

"The thief returned my master's life!"

But I have seen Yanzhi, a reckless man whipping regardless of the gap in his own strength, Zhang Huen is now in front of the King Kong Finger, there is no way to avoid it, and he has taken ten percent of the golden bell jar with a hard finger, so Murong Bo's life-fighting blow can not be underestimated, Zhang Huen was pierced through the golden bell jar by the finger force, his ribs were broken, and he spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, Murong Bo sneered, jumped down the mountain like a big bird, and flew away.

Guo Yanzhi saw that Zhang Huen fell to the ground, and he didn't dare to chase Murong Bo, who brought down the Shaolin monk with that move, and hurriedly shouted:

"Master, master, how are you, master, are you okay?"

Zhang Hu was speechless angrily, if it weren't for this kid getting in the way, he would definitely not have lost so badly, the blood spurted wildly, Murong Bo's rough vajra finger force injured his inner abdomen, and there was no possibility of making a move for a while.

Guo Yanzhi carried Zhang Huen back to the villa, there was a cry in the villa, Liu heard that Ke was 100 years old and died tragically, and fainted directly.

"Guo Yanzhi."

Zhang Huen sat in front of the hall, using the exercises to heal the wounds, the Yi Jin Jing and the Jiuyang Divine Skill complement each other, it is said that he will be able to recover the injury soon, but his Jiuyang Divine Skill is too wasteful, and he has not practiced the Washing Pulp Sutra, so he can only rely on the Yi Jin Sutra to heal alone.

"Master, what do you command?"

"Immediately take my token to Shaolin, and ask my master, Master Fang Zheng, to administer justice, and say that the person is using Dou Zhuan Xingxing, and he must have nothing to do with the Gusu Murong family."

"Yes, but you 。。。。。。 Master"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, even if that person comes back, I still have a fight. When the protection of you, the Zhuang people are thorough. ”

Guo Yanzhi nodded and left, Zhang Huen sat cross-legged in the lobby of Funiu Villa to command the dispatch, the disciples of the village quickly prepared the mourning hall, the family knelt in the mourning hall wearing linen and filial piety, and Ke Bai's body was placed in front of the mourning hall, waiting for the mourning to come.

When the sun rose, the two children couldn't stand it anymore, so Zhang Huen asked his subordinates to coax the two children to sleep in the back hall, and sat in front of the hall and waited for someone to come.

When the sun rose in the middle, the first batch of people from all walks of life in southern Hunan's martial arts came in, and they saw Zhang Huen sitting in the hall, and some disciples who had drunk with him chattered a few words in the ear of the master, and those who originally had other thoughts also put away their contempt, and walked over and said:

"It turned out to be the master of Shaolin's heart proof, I don't know why the master is here?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk fought with the thief last night and was slightly injured, in order to protect the villa, so here, please forgive the poor monk for being injured, and it is inconvenient to get up and return the salute."

"That's nature, that's nature."

These people saw that there were large patches of blood on his monk's robe, and it must have been a vicious battle, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and no one would risk offending the people of Shaolin to stir up trouble.

The next day, there was another loud bang in the sky:

"Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction, proposed the alliance of the Wuyue Sword Sect and invited heroes from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes to Songshan to watch the ceremony."

Those who sat in the hall in the martial arts and burned their buttocks one after another, and went to Songshan, five days later, Zhang Huen's internal injuries finally recovered, these five days, all kinds of martial arts people came to mourn, after all, it is a big event rumored in the rivers and lakes, although everyone does not pay much attention to people from a small sect like Ke Baisui, but as long as it is rumored in the rivers and lakes, it must be a head.

On the night of the fifth day, Guo Yanzhi led an old monk back with two young monks, and as soon as the old monk entered the door, he saw Zhang Huen, who was sitting in the hall, get up to greet him.

"Master Xuanbei, why are you here, Master Fang Zheng?"

Xuan Sorrow Ten Ways:

"Master Fang Zheng went to Songshan to watch the ceremony three days ago, and the master of the Wuyue Sword Sect Alliance was specially invited to go."

"Why do you need three days to watch the ceremony?"

Xuan Bei did not reprimand Zhang Huen's rudeness, his Buddhist cultivation is very high, and he doesn't care about any respect for the elders and the young, but just explained with a pleasant face:

"After that, the leader of the Left Alliance proposed to attack the main altar of the Black Wood Cliff Demon Sect, so Master Fang Zheng followed the people of the Five Mountains Alliance to the Black Wood Cliff again."

(Bullshit!) ）

Zhang Huen scolded angrily in his heart, decency just likes to engage in some neurotic bullshit things, and the Sun and Moon Divine Sect has not offended you, what are you going to do with others, are you looking for a smoking?

Xuan Bei came to Ke Baisui's corpse, five days, the corpse was already a little stinky, but he didn't cover his nose, but checked Ke Baisui's injuries, and after he finished the examination, he got up and said:

"It is true that the way of the other is to give back to the other, but 。。。。。。"

Before his words fell, a Buddha horn sounded outside the door:

"Amitabha, but Mr. Murong Fu has passed away, and the Martial Saint Murong Longcheng has entered the Qiulong Courtyard again, who did it?" (To be continued.) )