"Hey. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Su Ping squeaked to remind the old man with a goatee.

The old man with the goatee retracted his gaze and nodded: "Five ambergris fruits for a fourth-order Xuanyan Tiger Demon Pill, the materials on the counter on my left are also five, the counter on the right needs seven, and the counter in front of me needs ten for each material." ”

Su Ping pondered for a moment, nodded, and did not raise any objections, the price was fair.

After a while, Su Ping picked out the materials plus a demon pill, Su Ping was about to go out, and suddenly turned his head and asked: "Dare to ask the name of the senior." ”

"Xicheng Jue. ”

"I ask for your name. ”

"Xicheng Jue. ”

"......" Su Ping looked at the goatee old road again last time, as if it was the first time he saw it.

Such a down-to-earth old man can even be said to have a hint of obscenity, and he actually called Xicheng Jue such an elegant name? Sure enough, the owner of this eccentric shop is even more eccentric.

Su Ping muttered and walked out of the Dayi store.

At this time, the street is already very lively, the vendors on both sides of the road have set up sheds or umbrella covers, and some people are directly sitting on the ground in the open air, spreading out a three-foot square cloth in front of them, on which various materials are placed, and they are called for sale.

The sun was warm, Su Ping passed by a tea stall, thinking that he hadn't eaten or drunk for a few days, he couldn't help but dry his mouth, so he walked into the tea stall and sat down at random.

The shopkeeper with strong eyes immediately took the porcelain bowl and trotted over with the kettle.

Without waiting for Su Ping to speak, he put down the bowl and poured fragrant green tea for Manman.

Su Ping held the tea bowl and drank it slowly, relieving his fatigue and feeling comfortable.

The tables next to him were also resting, and while laughing, someone shouted: "Look, that monk." ”

Su Ping also followed the direction he pointed and looked over.

Not far away, a lame monk walked by, wearing a brown shabby monk's robe, no shoes under his feet, his bare feet were all mud, his hands were folded, and he walked up, because his legs and feet were not good, he was swaying around, which was a little funny.

The lame monk walked over to this side, and everyone looked at him.

The lame monk didn't care, looked at the shopkeeper and whispered, "Donor, can you give the little monk a bowl of tea?"

The lame monk's face was expressionless, joyless and sorrowful, except for the open and closed lips, the rest seemed to be carved out of dullness.

The shopkeeper was stunned, and after reacting, he took a bowl, poured tea, and handed it to the lame monk.

The lame monk took the bowl with both hands, bowed his head and said thank you, and drank the water slowly.

The shopkeeper pointed to an empty seat in the corner and said, "There is still a place over there, there will not be many people here, you go sit and drink." ”

The lame monk stopped drinking water, raised his head to look at the shopkeeper, and said, "Thank you, no need, I'm going to hurry after drinking." After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to drink water.

At this time, someone next to him shouted, "Lame monk, where are you going?"

Hearing such rude words, Su Ping turned his head with some disgust, and the person who spoke was a fat and wide-faced black-faced man, sitting on the bench, with one foot still stepping on the bench, and one hand on his leg, looking like a hanger.

The lame monk raised his head again, looked at the person who spoke, and replied with a serious face, "I'll look for a sword." ”

"What kind of sword is a monk looking for?" someone asked again.

"The sword that killed my elder brother. The lame monk said flatly, his voice unwavering.

Everyone around was moved, and Su Ping asked out loud, "Do you know where that sword is?"

The lame monk turned his head to look at Su Ping, the two eyes met, Su Ping was stunned, what kind of eyes are this, like an empty and deep sky, like a bottomless deep pool, a few more glances, it seems that you can be sucked in.

The lame monk paused and said, "I don't know, but I can feel the presence of the sword." ”

When the words fell, everyone's faces were different.

"Not only lame, but also a madman. The black-faced man scoffed.

Su Ping didn't doubt the monk's words, he felt that they were true, as true as his eyes.

The lame monk lowered his head again and drank from the bowl.

Suddenly, a shout came from the distance on the side of the street: "Get out of the way!"

Accompanied by shouts, there was a rush of horses' hooves.

Everyone raised their eyes and saw a tall horse covered in pitch black in the distance carrying a young man with a dignified face, galloping over, and before the words fell, one person and one horse had already arrived at the tea stall, and the speed was extremely fast.

At this moment, everyone caught a glimpse of a little girl holding a porcelain jar, walking slowly from the other side of the street with difficulty, as if she did not see the big horse speeding on the road.

Seeing that the horse was about to crash into the poor little girl, the young man did not rein in the horse, and the speed was still fast, and some people could not help but let out a low voice.

Su Ping raised his sword and was about to rush over to save the little girl, when suddenly his eyes flashed, and with Su Ping's eyesight, he could see a brown floating light.

Su Ping's figure froze, and then he looked at it closely, and a person suddenly appeared next to the little girl holding a porcelain jar on the street, holding half a bowl of tea in her hand.

It was the lame monk.

The people at the tea stall saw the lame monk appear next to the little girl as if they were teleporting, and their faces changed drastically, and they almost subconsciously turned their heads at the same time to look at the place where the lame monk was standing before, where was there a lame monk.

The galloping horse was about to collide, and the lame monk slowly stretched out his hand, seemingly sluggish, but pressed the horse's head at the last moment.

With a loud neigh, the horse's head suddenly stopped, but the horse's body could not stop, pushing forward, only to hear a click, the horse's neck was directly broken, and the young man on the horse's back also fell to the ground.

The half bowl of tea held by the lame monk in his other hand did not spill a drop, and the tea surface blurred with water lines.

The breeze blew, and the tattered monk's robe on the lame monk's body swayed, clinging to the thin body.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the figure standing between the little girl and the dark horse in the field, and they were shocked.

The young man who got up from the ground had a flushed face, looked at the black horse that had collapsed to the ground, a pain in his flesh, and was about to scold the monk who suddenly appeared, when he caught a glimpse of the half bowl of tea in the monk's hand, his face was shocked.

"The monks are merciful, but you killed my beloved horse, it is a sweat and blood horse that travels thousands of miles every day!" The young man finally couldn't hold back and spoke up, but he didn't dare to speak too seriously.

The lame monk looked at the black horse lying on the ground, his eyes softened, and he said softly: "Although it is unintentional, it is also killing, I will finish my work, go back to the temple and meet the wall for three years, and repent by myself." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted with a hideous face: "Back then, Master Dengyuan and the Demon Leader Hu Dragon Armor Fighting Method, affecting an innocent passer-by to death, after killing the Demon Head, Master Dengyuan broke off on his own, but you only faced the wall for three years?"

"What does the donor mean?" the lame monk turned to look at the young man, his gaze calm.

When the young man saw the monk's eyes, he suddenly trembled, and it took a long time before he spoke: "To... At least... Ten years to face the wall!"

The lame monk nodded, and said in a calm tone: "That's ten years." ”

After speaking, the lame monk shook his body, slowly walked back to the tea stall, drank the remaining half bowl of tea in the eyes of everyone like a ghost, handed the bowl to the shopkeeper who was already stunned, and said lightly: "Thank you." ”

After doing this, the lame monk re-entered the road, facing the direction of the daylight, and staggered into the distance.

Su Ping stood up and shouted at the monk's back, "Dare to ask the name of the master." ”

From afar: "The little monk is from Langke Mountain, and his law name is Kulun." ”