A hole was broken in the Buddha hall of the Ring Temple, and through this hole, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and the gray-clothed man had long since disappeared.

The temple was in disarray.

"Thank you, old man, for saving your life." Xuan Bei stood in the moonlight and performed a Buddha salute.

Zheng Xie said: "Master is not polite, this person came for a purpose, this time he did not succeed, I am afraid he will not give up, the master should be careful in the future!" ”

Xuan Bei said: "Amitabha, thank you for the reminder." This person has reappeared, and the rivers and lakes are about to make waves again. ”

As early as before, when Xuan Bei went to Yanziwu to mourn Murong Bo, he had already noticed it. This fight with the man in gray made him confirm his guess.

The fight between the two in the Buddha hall has already alarmed the people in the temple, and some voices came from outside the temple.

"Someone is coming, take the next step first, say goodbye!"

Zheng Xie hugged his fist at Xuanbei, jumped out of the hole on the top of the Buddha hall, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

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On the official road, a man, a woman and a horse headed north.

Mu Wanqing is a very beautiful woman, and there are really not many people in this world who are more beautiful than her. No matter who sees such a beautiful woman, she will be soft-hearted and reluctant to let her suffer a little, but at this time, she is running on foot on the official road. What's even worse is that the man is riding on a horse, drinking leisurely and looking comfortable.

"Yes, after a few days of hard training, Ling Bo has made great progress. Do you want to get on the horse and walk together? Zheng Xie glanced back at her and said.

Lingbo micro-step is not only a kind of footwork, but also contains a clever inner breathing method, and long-term practice will make the inner breath more refined. Mu Wanqing has been using this kind of light work, and her pace has become more and more proficient, even if she is compared with Zheng Xie, she is not far behind.

"No, you don't." Mu Wan said coldly, she would rather walk by herself than be taken advantage of.

"Okay then." Zheng Xie sighed, looked at the sky, and said: "The sun is about to go down, not far ahead is Xinyang, I will take the first step and wait for you at the largest inn in Xinyang City." Drive! ”

Black Rose sped up and soon arrived in Xinyang City.

No matter what era, restaurants, inns, and notebooks are the largest service industries, and the service industry is also a place where information circulates the most.

Zheng Xie stayed in the window seat on the second floor of the inn and heard the sound of discussion on the wine table downstairs.

"Did you hear that? The deputy leader of the beggar gang was killed not long ago. ”

"What kind of person is it, so bold, even the deputy leader of the beggar gang dares to move!"

"I already knew, and I also heard that Deputy Gang Leader Ma died under his best 'throat locking hand', and I am afraid that this matter was done by Murong Fu, who 'repaid the other with the way of others'."

"North Qiao Feng, South Murong, Uncle Qiao is the leader of the Beggar Gang, but Murong Gongzi killed the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang, this time the North and South will be able to divide the winner."

"I don't know if Gang Master Qiao is better or Murong Gongzi is stronger."

"Shhhh

Zheng Xie looked out the window and saw a group of beggars walking to the door of the restaurant, half of them entered the restaurant, and the other half said goodbye to them and headed west.

What Zheng Xie paid special attention to was a middle-aged beggar at the forefront, who had eight pockets hanging behind his back, with a delicate appearance and a bookish atmosphere. In the beggar gang, the rank is based on the bag, in addition to the gang leader, the highest status is the nine bag elders, and the eight pockets are the high-level people at the helm master level.

"Who's that man?"

"Oh, you don't even know him, he is the helmsman of the beggar gang Dazhi rudder, Quan Guanqing, known as the best talent in the rivers and lakes, strong in martial arts, resourceful, and a character."

"It turned out to be the master of the helm, if only I knew him, I don't know what the master of the helm is doing in Xinyang?"

At this time, the conversation between the two people at the table reached Zheng Xie's ears.

"Little Er, check out."

Zheng Xie threw out a piece of silver, threw it to the shopkeeper, and hurriedly went downstairs.

Quan Guanqing took a group of beggars out of Xinyang, separated from them in the western suburbs, and walked west alone, his pace gradually accelerated, and after walking for more than half an hour, he arrived at a residential area thirty miles away in the western suburbs, and jumped into a large tiled house.

Zheng Xie stood in the dark and looked out, only to see two strings of white lanterns hanging in front of the big house, the word "horse" was written on the lanterns, straw was inserted on the archway, and white flowers were pinned to the wall, as if someone had just died.

"This is Ma Dayuan's home." Zheng Xie looked at it and jumped into the hospital.

Although Ma Dayuan is the deputy leader of the beggar gang, he does not have much property, and there are only three decent tiled houses in the entire Ma Mansion, and there is only one old maid in the mansion in addition to their husband and wife.

At this time, the old maid had already fallen asleep, and only the light was still on in the mourning hall.

Zheng Xie leaned under the window and looked in, only to see that the mourning hall was full of wreaths and couplets, and the atmosphere was bleak and sad.

In addition to Quan Guanqing in the mourning hall, there is also a woman in plain clothes kneeling in front of the spiritual seat, with a beautiful appearance, a weak appearance, and a splash of water in her apricot eyes, lonely and helpless, which makes people feel pity at first sight.

"Kangmin!" Zheng Xie is very clear about her spleen surname, her delicate appearance at this time is very deceitful, no matter who looks at it, he would never have imagined that she would be a ruthless poisonous woman.

There are many perverted women in Tianlong, the ninety-six-year-old Tianshan Tong who still looks like a girl, the knife Baifeng who fornicates with a beggar in order to repay the loss, Li Qingluo, who likes to kill people to make flower fertilizer, and Ye Erniang, who wants to kill a baby a day...... They are nothing, compared to Kang Min, they are far behind, in terms of perversion, the poor little daughter-in-law in front of them is the first in the world.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Ma has passed away, you have to mourn!" Quan Guanqing bowed in front of Ma Dayuan's spirit and said to Kang Min, his voice was full of sadness and sincerity.

Kang Min returned the salute, tears fell, and his voice was soft and pitiful: "The whole helmsman has a heart." ”

Quan Guanqing hugged Kang Min and said, "Sister-in-law, the deceased is gone, don't be too sad, I believe that if Brother Ma is alive, he doesn't want to see you like this." He said comforting words as he held her hand and stroked it lightly on the back of her hand.

Kang Min pulled out his hand vigorously, took a step back, stared at Quan Guanqing and said, "What are you going to do?" His voice was cold, and his face was awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Quan Guanqing took a step forward, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Kang Min's waist, and said, "Sister-in-law, it's getting late, I'll send you back to your room to rest." As he spoke, his voice was already rapid.

Kang Min supported Quan Guanqing's chest with both hands, hung his head and said, "Don't you do this, Master Quanrudder, I am your sister-in-law." If you do this again, I will call someone. ”

said that it was a rebellion, but it was more like a desire to refuse and welcome.

Quan Guanqing held up Kang Min's chin and said affectionately: "Do you know how much I miss you?" Your voice has been echoing in my heart, and there is not a day that I don't think about you. ”

Kang Min smiled coquettishly: "Really? Are you thinking about my person or thinking about my body. "The voice is soft and seductive.

Quan Guanqing said: "I want to, I want to think about it." A beauty like you, Ma Dayuan doesn't know how to cherish any of them, and they deserve to die. As he spoke, he couldn't wait to pull Kang Min's belt apart.

Kang Min giggled.

"Excuse me, can you interrupt?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the mourning hall.

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