interviewed one after another, but the interviewer who could make him feel that he was the person did not appear, and it was best to barely reach the bottom line in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just when Zhang Ling felt excited, the appearance of a candidate made his eyes shine, and this candidate at least looked very much in line with his imagination of Ke Zhen's evil.

Just like the description of Ke Zhen evil this person in the Condor Shooting, he doesn't look like a good person, with sharp cheeks and a fierce attitude, but a pair of eyes, revealing a clear divine light, let people know that this person is open-minded.

"Fu Yu, bat transformation, two hundred years old, practicing Buddhism exercises, practicing magic wands, can make secret weapons. Zhang Ling showed an inexplicable look after reading the information, if he didn't know that this information could not be faked, he would really think that this person's information was fake, because it really met his requirements.

"Fu Yu, although it is a bit rude, I still want to ask, is the information true?"

"Examiner, please don't doubt it, this is me, it's just that the above information was selected by me to apply for this role, and I naturally practice more martial arts than wands. ”

"Do you know how to hide it?"

"Yes, though, I haven't used it for a long time, and I practiced it before I practiced with my teacher. ”

"Can you please give me a walkthrough? ”

"Yes. ”

After that, I saw Fu Yu take out a magic wand from his own meson space and start dancing, although a move is extremely powerful, but it contains the meaning of compassion, although the rod is like a dragon, but it is not to hurt people, but to save people, quite the meaning of Buddhism's mercy.

"Okay, next, can I ask you to rehearse the hidden weapon? ”

"Yes, examiner, but I don't have a hidden weapon on me, so let's use mana instead. ”

I saw Fu Yu's palm mana gathering, slowly condensing into several hidden weapons, and began to show his secret weapon skills.

"Is it possible to transform mana into a form, and to be able to do it in the period of transformation in words, which shows that a lot of hard work has been done. ”

Mana transformation is a technique designed in the Jindan period, which can condense the invisible mana into tangible things, and is a skill that requires high requirements for mana and control.

However, watching Fu Yu use the hidden weapon lightly, his mood slowly sank, because he found that Fu Yu was actually not so in line with the character of Ke Zhenxi, maybe it was the relationship between cultivating Buddha, Fu Yu did not have other things that Ke Zhenevil should have, and his compassion was too heavy.

Not at all like a man in the rivers and lakes.

But so far in the interview, only Fu Yu is the most in line with the requirements for Ke Zhenwei in his heart, so let's leave it at that.

"Alright, Fu Yu, let's move on to the next part of the test. ”

"Okay, examiner, let's get started. ”

Zhang Ling unfolded the illusion and tested Fu Yu, and the first illusion was the battle of Fahua Temple.

Because of the sealing of his memories and the illusion, Fu Yu was soon brought into the illusion and began to fuse Ke Zhenxi's identity.

"Xiaoqian, let's start. Zhang Ling looked at Xiao Qian on the side.

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, and overtook the core array of this phantom array and began to test.

"Big brother. Fu Yu was a little confused when he heard five people calling him eldest brother, when did he have five brothers and sisters.

However, the memory in my heart surfaced, and I suddenly realized that I was Ke Zhenevil, and the five people in front of me were my sworn brothers and sisters, Han Baoju, Nan Xiren, Zhang Asheng, Quan Blonde, Han Xiaoying, plus himself and Zhu Cong, who had not yet arrived, were known as the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan.

Ke Zhenwei (Fu Yu) was turning in his heart, and the fisherwoman among the five people patted lightly on a chair and said, "Big brother, your position is here." ”

Ke Zhenwei followed the voice and walked forward, sat down and said, "Second brother hasn't come yet." ”

Although he was blind, his ears were sensitive, and he could distinguish the voice of the second brother in the eldest brother just now.

Hearing the eldest brother's inquiry, the butcher among the five people looked humane: "The second brother has arrived in Jiaxing, and he should come now." ”

The fisherwoman laughed, "Isn't this coming?" and heard the sound of slippers on the stairs.

Looking for prestige, a tattered and filthy oil-paper fan poked out from the staircase, first fanned a few fans, and then a poor and sour Xiucai shook his head and paced up.

In this life, he is really the second brother and second brother in the mouth of the six.

After Sour Xiucai went upstairs, he didn't walk directly to this side, but first stuck out his tongue at a well-dressed man, and then turned around and walked towards this side after making a grimace, and said hello: "Big brother, you are all here." ”

"Second brother, why did you come. The fisherwoman looked at her second brother and said coquettishly.

Zhu Cong, a sour Xiucai, slapped his oil paper fan and said with a smile: "When I met a fat sheep on the road, I looked like a rich and unkind guy, ill-gotten gains, let it go in vain, even if the Jade Emperor saw it, he would lose his temper." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and took out a gold and silver ingot from his arms, arranged them neatly on the table, and took out a total of eight ingots of silver and two ingots of gold.

When the brightly dressed man saw this scene, he was first angry, and then for some reason his anger disappeared, revealing a curious look, combined with what Zhu Cong said above, this person is probably the fat sheep.

After the tea, I only heard someone downstairs chanting Buddha: "Amitabha!"

Ke Zhen's nausea memory surfaced, knowing that it was the person he had invited to the banquet who had arrived, he said, "Master Jiaomu has arrived!" stood up, and the other six people also stood up to greet each other.

I heard another voice: "Amitabha!" A thin monk shaped like a tree went up the stairs.

The monk was in his forties, dressed in jute monk's robes, and held a piece of firewood in his hand, one end of which had been burned black, and he didn't know what it was for.

The monk inquired with the seven of them, and the poor sour led him to sit down at an empty table.

The monk bowed and said: "That person came to the door, the little monk knew that he was not his opponent, and the seven heroes of Jiangnan helped each other, and the little monk was very grateful." ”

Hearing the monk's words, Ke Zhen's disgust flashed several pictures, and he understood the reason and said, "Master Jiaomu doesn't have to be polite. My seven brothers are mostly favored by the master on weekdays, and if the master has something to do, how can my brother stand idly by? What's more, that person is confident that he has won martial arts, and he came to oppose the master for no reason, so how can he still take the people in the Jiangnan martial arts in his eyes? Even if the master does not come to inform him, our brothers will never be willing to rest when they know about it......

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of the stairs, as if a huge beast came upstairs, and if it was not a giant elephant, it was a big buffalo of hundreds of catties.

The shopkeeper downstairs and the bartenders screamed in unison.

"Hey, this stupid guy can't take it!"

"The floor slab is going to be crushed through for you. ”

"Quick, quick, stop him, tell him to come down!"

But the sound of Gege was louder, only a click was heard, and a ladder was broken, and then two loud noises were heard, and the staircase was broken by two more steps.

Everyone on the second floor could hear the sound below, and they only felt confused, and they didn't know what was happening.

After a while, I saw a Taoist holding a huge copper jar in his hand and walking upstairs.

This copper jar is a common thing in the temple, used to burn the paper ingot seal, the diameter is more than four feet, I am afraid that there are four hundred catties, the jar overflows the aroma of wine, it is obvious that it is filled with fine wine, so the weight must be heavier, but he does not see how hard to hold in his hand.

Every time the Taoist took a step, the floor slab rattled and rattled.

The shopkeeper, the bartender, the cook, the handyman, and the drinkers fled out of the street, fearing that the floor would crush him and kill him.

After the Taoist came upstairs, he first glanced at the people upstairs, and after seeing the Jiaomu monk and the seven monsters of Jiangnan, he walked over with a copper cylinder, but he vaguely felt that he seemed to ignore something, but the matter in front of him was important, so he didn't think about it.

Monk Jiao Mu said coldly: "Brother Dao Hui Ran is here, but why did he take the paper copper cylinder of the small temple?

The Taoist raised his left hand as a salute and said: "The poor road is suitable to visit the treasure temple, the master in the temple said, and the master invited the poor road to meet in the drunken immortal building." Poor Dao pondered in his heart, the master must have invited him to come, and it was so. I have heard the prestige of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan for a long time, and I am fortunate to meet each other today, which is enough to comfort the wish of my life. ”

Monk Jiaomu said to the Seven Heroes: "This is the Daoist of the Quanzhen Sect Changchun Ziqiu, and everyone has admired it for a long time. ”

Turning his head, he said to Qiu: "This is the head of the Seven Heroes, the Flying Bat Ke Zhen Evil Ke Hero." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm and pointed to Ke Zhenxi's side, and then introduced him in turn.

The poor and sour Xiucai looks like Zhu Cong, the short and fat person is the horse king god Han Baoju, the rural farmer looks like Nanshan Qiaozi Nan Xiren, with a stout figure, the butcher is dressed as a laughing Mituo Zhang Asheng, the full name of the young trader is blonde, nicknamed the downtown Xia Yin, and the fisherwoman is called the Yue Nu Jian Han Xiaoying, who is obviously the youngest of the seven heroes in Jiangnan.

When Jiao Mu was introduced, Qiu Chuji nodded his head one by one, but his right hand kept holding the copper cylinder, and he didn't seem to be tired.

Everyone in the restaurant saw that there was nothing to do for a while, and a few bold ones quietly slipped up to see the excitement.

After Ke Zhen's evil opinion was introduced, he said: "Seven monsters, they can't be called the Seven Heroes, and they can't compare to the prestige of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, I have heard of Changchun Ziqiu's reputation for chivalry and righteousness, but I haven't seen it for a long time, this time I invited the Taoist to come here, on the one hand, I want to see the true face of the Taoist, on the other hand, I want to be a middleman, to reconcile the contradictions between the Taoist and Master Jiaomu, I don't know what the long-term intention is?"

Qiu Chuji said: "Poor Dao and Master Jiao Mu have never known each other, and there is no injustice or hatred, as long as he hands over two people, Poor Dao will go to Fahua Temple to plead guilty." ”

Ke Zhen's disgusting head tightened slightly, it seemed that he was unwilling to give up, so let me ask for the time being: "Who handed it over?"

Qiu Chuji said: "Poor Dao has two friends who were framed by the government and Jin Bing, and unfortunately died. The widow they left behind was left alone. Ke Daxia, do you think you should ignore the poor road?"

As soon as Qiu Chuji said this, among the people watching the excitement next to him, the brightly dressed person mentioned before was suddenly startled, and the wine glass in his hand shook, and the wine spilled out.

Ke Zhen heard the evil words, and secretly said in his heart, this is right, so he said bluntly: "The Taoist chief is reasonable, don't say that it is a friend's widow, it is a stranger, if I hear about it, I will also help." ”

Qiu Chuji said loudly: "Yes! I just want Master Jiao Mu to hand over these two poor women! He is a monk, but why is he unwilling to hand over the two widows in the temple? The seven are chivalrous people, please comment on this truth!"