We left the Flying Eagle Gang for half a day, the story of "a knife white maple" on the rivers and lakes was spreading, and the more outrageous, Shaolin rumors that the reason why a knife white maple is mysterious is because he has a knife that can be turned into a human shape, just when everyone sighed Wudang immediately stood up and denied it, claiming that a knife white maple is a killer organization secretly cultivated by the Valley of Despair, and what is frightening is that the killers are very similar in appearance. Suddenly, all the gangs in the rivers and lakes are secretly competing with each other, and they are proud to come up with rumors that they can crush other gangs. In the end, a knife white maple became unrecognizable.

I calculated that at this rate of transmission, it would not take a day for my master in the Valley of Despair to hear about it. So, I took advantage of the situation to spread rumors that Bai Feng was seriously injured and hid in the Chang'an Palace. As expected, three days later, the master heard the news.

I hugged Master and wept bitterly.

The master was flattered and said: Are you so moved to see the teacher?

I cried and said, "Master, why did you come so long?"

Master said, "Is three days a long time?"

I said: It's been a long time, and your house will be razed to the ground if you come later.

Master said, "The road is a bit congested.

I raised Master's sleeve, wiped my tears and snot, and continued to complain. I told Master all the big and small things I experienced in Chang'an, and what I said was illogical and unfocused. Master said that he knew most of the things I did in Chang'an, because Bai Feng would write some written reports from time to time and send them back.

Master said, "Even if you have hemorrhoids (Kwai Shui) in your tree hole, I know that you are bleeding non-stop.

I said, "It's all reported, it's a hooligan."

Master said, "Do you want to listen to the more rogue ones?"

I said: Don't listen, don't listen, old rascal!

......

The winter in Chang'an gradually passed, and Master also stayed with me at Changgui's house for a while. At that time, there were always groups of small gangs and small factions who came to seek revenge at night, but unfortunately they were all beaten by the master, with blue noses and swollen faces, broken hands and feet. I advised Master to simply kill all these guys to avoid leaving a disaster, but Master said that it would be troublesome to dispose of the corpses. Later, those who have sought revenge once will generally not come back a second time, because everyone attaches great importance to the small lives they have picked up.

In my spare time, I take Master around the streets, but I've actually been quite idle lately. So we often slipped from the south gate to the north gate, ate from the west street to the east street, and walked from sunrise to sunset. Occasionally, tea is drunk in the tavern, and the teahouse is drunk, and Master and I both think that the other party is the most bizarre and wonderful thing in the world, and there is no one.

That night, the sky was dark and the stars were shining. I invited Master to have a long talk on the roof of Changgui's house.

The master said, "For the sake of the teacher, listen to Changgui's complaints, you are about to build a nest on the roof of his house."

I swallowed and choked on it.

I pretended to be righteous and said, "Master, don't listen to the villain's slander."

Master said; As a teacher, I think you are the villain!

I said, "If I'm really a villain, you're not a good thing, Master." Ahahaha-

The sky was still dark, the stars were still shining, and the master sitting on the side had already gone berserk.

A few days later.

Sunny morning.

Master wore fancy clothes dangling in front of my eyes, and his hair was combed so girly that he almost smeared some rouge powder. In my impression, a group of Chang'an talents, Jia Fugui, and a group of people often dress up like this. I thought this must be a bad rich second generation pretending to be a master, so I started fighting without saying a word. As a result, I was beaten up after a few moves.

Master said, "Criminal."

I said, "Evil Master."

Smack, my ass gets opened flowers.

Master asked: Is it good-looking?

I said, "It's not pretty."

Master said, "You are jealous of being a teacher."

I shouted: My youthful and beautiful boy will be reduced to jealousy of you, an old man?

Master asked: Who is the old man?

I said, "You, you."

Then, the master and apprentice had another competition. Of course, I was quickly thrown to the ground by the fancy old man.

Every time the second master comes to me, he is a must-have plaster for bruises, and Xiaoyue is a stew pot of various supplements, the owner of these supplements was originally a top sage, but I was frequently knocked down by the master, and the supplements naturally scored half of me. I privately took advantage of Hexian's tonics to ask for advice on the shortcut to the rapid improvement of martial arts.

Hyun said: No.

I said, "Yes."

Xian said, "Then you go and ask the valley master."

I said, "You can't ask Master if you ask anyone."

Xian said, "Then you will be left to fend for yourself."

I put down the tonic and rolled over Hyun's bed like a scoundrel. And he said with great ambition: If you don't tell me, I will eat and drink Lazar in your bed for the rest of my life.

Ding Xian had no choice but to seriously analyze with me, thinking that if I wanted to improve my martial arts quickly in the short term...... That's impossible. It's the same as not saying it. It's just that I just don't give up, and by chance I found a few books on the art of Qimen Dunjia, which are still pirated. The owner of this bookstall is a freak similar to Mr. Lu, and I am kind of in love. Thanks to him, I read a lot of crooked books and became a literary hooligan, and I also thank my boss that he will not starve to death.

I locked myself in my room and studied the strange gate for two days - I didn't understand it at all. Everyone thinks that my state is quite similar to Satsuki, who used to write poetry, and I don't feel anything except Satsuki herself. After two more days of research, I looked at my ghostly yin and yang gossip diagram and finally gave up. If it weren't for my poor painting skills, maybe I would have been able to last a few more days.

On the day I returned to the organization, everyone (including Spotted) stood outside the house and lined up to welcome me home. I'm not very happy, but everyone is happy. That night, I ate a roast chicken, drank two catties of liquor, and almost died of drunkenness. But Xiaoyue got inspiration from it and developed a dish called "Golden Rooster Independent Jin Wine Petal Beauty Bath." "To put it simply, soak a whole chicken in two catties of liquor, then boil and stew this smooth and wine-scented chicken, and finally sprinkle some wolfberries as flower petals. In general, the taste is attractive, and the process of eating is very intoxicating, and I basically fall unconscious after eating.

I had an epiphany, and then I used all the books of Qimen Dunjia to wipe my buttocks, and I have to say that the paper is really rough.