Outside the tavern was quiet and dim, but inside the tavern was in full swing. I don't remember how many rounds I fought this boy named Wu Chong, but his meteor hammer still glowed golden, and my bronze dagger was still intact. I secretly rejoiced in my heart, how could a legendary man like Master give his beloved disciple a piece of broken copper and iron to go through the rivers and lakes? I think Master is far more unfathomable than I imagined.

Wu Ling probably knew that he couldn't win today, so he took the initiative to call a timeout. And ask for my name.

I not only told Wu Zhen who my surname was, but also introduced Xiaoyue, the second master and Xiaoban one by one. Of course, Wu Cheng didn't seem too interested in this, and he was obsessed with why my dagger was so hard and sharp, and it was on par with his vajra hammer. Of course, no one but Master knew all this.

To my surprise, I learned from Wu Chong that the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang had gone west in Hefei a few days ago, and he had left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to write a suicide note, which was a big taboo in the rivers and lakes. All of a sudden, the gangs and factions were a little bit ready to move. Presumably, the tavern here is crowded with some gang disciples with quite ideas. I suddenly couldn't hide my grief, and I sat alone on the broken roof tiles and left two lines of tears. I'm thinking, Yu Fei is dead, and it is estimated that he will not be able to escape his fate.

At some point, Wu Cheng sat beside me, and he tried to take off my mask in an unruly manner. I pretended not to notice, closed my eyes tightly, and breathed shallowly. When his hand gathered all the strength to reach for me, I teleported the guy and nearly fell off the roof. I looked at the dazed teenager triumphantly, and my heart blossomed.

After a long time, Wu Zhen stared at me through gritted teeth.

I said, "Anyway, you are also a decent disciple, can you be a little sunny?"

Wu Zhen said: Am I not sunny?

I used all my strength to grin the corners of my mouth into a curved arc, and said with a smile: Not only the sunshine, but also brilliant!

Wu Zhen said: You!

I asked: You hate me a lot?

Wu Ling stared at me in a daze, with a demented expression of "Who am I?".

Then I asked again.

Wu Zhen said: No...... No...... Dislike.

I nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Then you don't like me, do you?"

Wu Zhen said: How is it possible, nonsense.

I said: You are so strange, you neither hate me nor like me.

Wu Zhen said: What's so strange about this, it's normal.

I asked: What kind of emotion is that between not hating and liking?

Wu Cheng said: Brother.

Then my emotional world suddenly became clear, and I divided my heart into three areas: enemies, brothers, and people I liked. At that time, I placed almost everyone in the space of my brothers, including Xiaoyue, Second Master, and Bai Feng. Later, I learned that not everyone is a brother, in addition to liking, there is a mysterious compartment in my heart where "love" lives.

Last night, everyone went to sleep after I fought with Wu Cheng, and when I got up in the morning, I saw that the two of us were talking and laughing, and feeding the good horses together.

Everyone exclaimed: It's amazing!

We asked, "What's wrong?"

Some people say: Yesterday they waved knives at each other, but today they have a deep brotherhood. You can turn your face faster than a book!

I questioned: Have you flipped through the book?

The man said, "Not really."

The crowd burst into laughter.

A ray of sunlight shone into the stable, and the warmth sprinkled on my eyelashes and Spotted's ass. When he was leaving, Wu Cheng handed me a delicate and delicate glass bottle containing a round and clear dewdrop.

Wu Zhen said: This is a treasure passed on to the eldest disciple by the head of our sect.

I said, "I can't take it if it's so valuable."

Although he said this, his hand had already taken the glass bottle numbly, the bottle was very small, only two-thirds the length of the index finger, and there was a crystal clear dew that shone like a pearl lying quietly.

Wu Zhen smiled and said: This is "the tears of the Buddha".

I said: Listen to the name, like a treasure of Shaolin, you stole it?

Wu Zhen shook his head and said: How could the treasure I gave you be stolen. The founding head of our gang was a Shaolin monk, and later fell in love with Mrs. Taishou, who went to burn incense and worship Buddha, and was expelled from Shaolin.

I asked: What about later, later?

Wu Zhen said: Later, he created the King Kong faction.

I said, "Oh, I mean what happened to Mrs. Taishou and you later?"

Wu Zhen said: I heard that Mrs. Taishou was imprisoned in Taishou Mansion for three years, and finally died of illness.

I kept taking deep breaths to keep my sadness in check.

Wu Ling said: The founding master poured all his vitality into this dewdrop, a total of eighteen. Even though I only have one, it's very precious.

I returned the "tears of the Buddha" with both hands and said, "You keep this treasure for yourself, and I can't take it."

Wu Cheng shook his head, pulled out a red rope out of nowhere, carefully threaded the glass bottle in, and put it on for me with his own hands.

I was overwhelmed: I ...... I can't ask for it.

After speaking, he was about to pull the red rope, but Wu Cheng hurriedly stopped it.

Wu Zhen said: Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, I really don't look like a boy.

I thought to myself, I'm not a boy anymore. But who can I say that to people, who do they often need not the truth, but what they think they are. In terms of age, Wu Zhen is younger than me, but he is more shrewd and experienced than me.

I muttered, "Are you mistaken, I'm the big brother."

Wu Zhen said: I have no objection, big brother.

I said, "Well, brother, I'll give you a gift too."

Wu Ling said expectantly: Okay.

I have prepared some gifts, but as a big brother, I have to care about face. So racking his brains to search for anything worthless in his whole home, only to find himself destitute. I felt that I was a man of culture and spiritually rich, and I planned to write a poem for my brother. But I remember that Master said that material exchange should be equal. Obviously, my poems are like toilet paper in the eyes of my virtuous brothers. After some tossing, I was satisfied with the bronze dagger.

I said, "Although this dagger was given to me by your eldest brother's master, it is a second-hand gift, but you have also seen it, and it can be regarded as a treasure."

Wu Zhen refused to sign for it, saying: It can be on par with my King Kong Meteor Hammer, which shows that it is a treasure. But I think Big Brother needs it more than I do.

This virtuous brother spoke one set of speeches, and considered me everywhere, which really touched me.

Wu Zhen said: Big brother, it's better to give me a thing you have with you, just have a thought.

I readily agreed, and without thinking, pulled out a golden needle.

Wu Zhen looked at the golden needle stupidly, not knowing where to start.

I said, "Brother Xian is not satisfied?"

Wu Zhen said: Satisfied, but I don't know how to save it so that I won't pierce myself.

I remembered what Master had said to me, and then I replied, "It doesn't matter if you don't stab you, as long as you can stab the enemy."

Wu Zhen said: I will take good care of the golden needle given by my eldest brother, and others will not want to touch it.

I said: by the way, bring a few rolls of thread, and if you tear the crotch, you can sew it yourself.

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