The two of them walked around in place, stretching their muscles briefly, Liu Wenchuan's face became serious, and Qi Yu on the opposite side also had stubbornness and resoluteness on his face.

This battle is a real duel between the two, Qi Yu has already let life and death go, because he has experienced life and death too many times, and every time whether it is Chengqi or the old eunuch when solving foreign enemies, they will take him with him.

How many nightmares haunted him, making him secretly wipe his tears alone in the dark night.

He hated this kind of life, even if the old eunuch taught him to practice, even if the old Taoist priest taught him knowledge. But the more this happened, the more hatred in his heart grew.

Call! Exhale deeply.

Qi Yu had deep hatred in his eyes, clenched his fists and took the initiative to rush over.

The two of them are both three realms, but there are some differences in their moves. But the movements are getting faster and faster, and the attacks are getting more and more aggressive. Liu Wenchuan's deep thoughts also began to slowly unfold, it seemed that Qi Yu had taken the advantage, it seemed that Liu Wenchuan was losing and retreating, and even ate Qi Yu's punches a few times.

But the old man Yu had to sigh and admire in his heart, and even slandered Liu Wenchuan, where did this kid learn this bad stomach, show the enemy weakness, pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

Well... A little bit of my own style...

The same orphans, also grew up in this isolated mountain. Qi Yu lived for sixteen years, except for the dense forests in the mountains and the same everywhere as Liu Wenchuan. The small fishing village at the foot of the mountain, he rarely visits.

Because he has been told since childhood that he is a stand-in.

In today's life-and-death showdown, it is inevitable that he will lose. Because the old Taoist priest once told him that if he has nothing to do, he will go to the small fishing village to walk around more and get a little popularity. Although the small fishing village is small, it has all kinds of organs, and Liu Wenchuan grew up in such an environment. The vitality of the mind and the depth of the scheming are all learned from this small river and lake.

"Huh!" After realizing that he was about to fail, Qi Yu decisively launched the final fatal blow. At this time, Liu Wenchuan had just dodged a hook from him, and his body was about to fall in the air. The golden lines above the right fist roamed, and the air currents were hidden under the strong wind.

If this punch is really hit, with Liu Wenchuan's current body bones, he will definitely not be able to run away with two broken ribs.

But the moment Qi Yu punched, he suddenly saw that the corners of Liu Wenchuan's mouth were slightly raised, and the contempt in his eyes had already explained everything.

He's fooled!

Although his feet were in the air, Liu Wenchuan's body showed his experienced side in the air.

This is thanks to a picture he saw in the small fishing village.

The situation is similar to that of the elder brother Chengqi being chased behind the back by an iron rod, and the reason is needless to say. When he ran to the door of Liu Wenchuan's house, Chengqi deliberately revealed the 'illusion' of his exhaustion. The iron rod happily beat the water dog, and of course slapped it with a slap.

But the sincere weapon that seemed to be impossible to hide and powerless to hide suddenly showed a weird smile on the corner of his mouth. The side of the body panned, and it was a moment to dodge, and when he turned around, he was a broken foot. Fortunately, the iron rod reflects quickly, otherwise the iron rod is estimated to be bent if it is not broken.

In this way, Chengqi is in a small fishing village, as long as he sees the iron rod, he is definitely the only one to walk around. Every time they are chased, they run faster than rabbits, and these two people are a pair of 'sworn enemies' in a small fishing village.

Liu Wenchuan's body shifted to dodge Qi Yu's fatal punch, his originally decaying aura suddenly increased, his toes tapped on the ground, and his body jumped into the air again. At this time, Qi Yu punched out but leaned forward, and could only watch Liu Wenchuan smash down with a punch on the head, he subconsciously closed his eyes, knowing in his heart that he had lost.

"Whew!"

The breeze is blowing.

Liu Wenchuan floated to the ground, and another figure had already appeared beside the little Taoist. The iron rod had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, glanced at Old Man Yu, and then looked at Liu Wenchuan.

"Fuck off, fuck off. When have you not come down the mountain, I will take this kid away. ”

Old Yutou continued to drink, and Liu Wenchuan looked resentful.

The iron rod carried the little Taoist priest on his shoulder, and the speed of climbing the mountain was really not slower than that of the rabbit, but it looked a little embarrassed. Old man Yu grinned, this kid still knows how to do it.

Standing up, Old Man Yu came to Liu Wenchuan's side and asked with a smile: "Do you have any regrets about not being able to kill him?" ”

Liu Wenchuan picked up the package on the ground and put it on his back again, showed a bright smile at the old man, shook his head and said: "What's the regret about this, it's just a stupid person, don't be afraid." But in his heart, he said, "Can you really let me kill?" ”

Inexplicably starts, inexplicably ends. For Liu Wenchuan, it is not unusual for it to happen in a small fishing village. As he said, Qi Yu was nothing more than a fool in his eyes. Every time I see myself, I sulk, and in the end it's not asking for trouble.

Liu Wenchuan left the small fishing village, and it seemed that an inconspicuous orphan was gone, and it seemed that for the entire small fishing village, it was like a shell on the beach being washed away by the sea, and a sand castle was washed away by the sea, and no one would care too much at all.

But is that really the case?

When Qi Yu followed the iron rod back to the Taoist temple, there were already many people gathered here. If Liu Wenchuan saw these people, he would definitely know them. Because these people are all villagers of small fishing villages, men, women and children, without exception.

Seeing Qi Yu and the others returning, Chengqi's sharp eyes first saw the bruises and blood stains on the corners of Qi Yu's mouth, pursed his lips and mocked with sneer, and glared at Qi Yu with contempt. He has never been treated to this junior brother, just like Liu Wenchuan has always been the most important junior brother in his heart, and there is a world of difference.

Qi Yu's appearance, everyone knows it, but they just tacitly understand it.

"Let's get ready. Tonight, the troops will be divided into three ways. The old Taoist priest took a sip of wine, and his eyes swept coldly over everyone's cheeks. It's not that he's ruthless, it's that these people in front of him may soon face death.

No one cared about the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and these originally simple fishermen were consciously divided into three groups. A group of one-armed eunuchs around him, Chengqi's side, Zhao Cripple, Wang's widow and others, and of course, Wang Xiaoya, who was ashamed.

The last remaining people turned and left the courtyard and walked towards the small fishing village at the foot of the mountain, where they would stay.

......

Don't look at the old man Yu, he looks old, but his leg strength is not bad at all, and even Liu Wenchuan is a little nervous to follow closely behind him.

The two of them hunched their waists, their heads slightly raised, and quickly shuttled through the trees.

They have already walked through this mountain forest many times, where there will be wild beasts, where there are mountain springs to drink, where there are mountain streams, where there are hunters' traps, where can pass, all in their hearts.

Just stop and go, and the sun sets.

The two of them had already climbed four hills, and what they saw was a small temple on the mountainside in front of them.

The hill where the small temple is located is said to be the bullfrog mountain by the old man, the small temple has no name, and there are only two words on the plaque at the door, and the other word has been blurred.

"Spend the night here tonight, cross this mountain tomorrow, and walk more than thirty miles along the official road to the nearest town."

Old man Yu looked up at the small temple, took off the flask and took a sip of soju. Liu Wenchuan stood behind him, raised his hand and wiped his face, his sweat was greasy, and his eyes glared at the old man Yu in front of him with a little complaint.

"Amitabha, are the two donors going to spend the night?"

It is not the same as the old man knocking on the door, the door of the small temple was opened from the inside.

An old monk in a shabby robe walked out and saluted the two with his hands folded.

The old monk did not appear abruptly, as if he was waiting for them at the door early. Liu Wenchuan learned from the example and returned the salute with Old Man Yu.

"Master Trouble, we can just spend the night in the courtyard."

In the vast mountains of the original Cangguo, it is not surprising that there are one or two small temples and small Taoist temples. After all, this place is deserted all year round, and those who settle down in this kind of place are pursuing a quiet place, and naturally they don't care about any incense.

Although there is only one monk in this small temple, it is also necessary to be honored as a master.

The old monk made a gesture of invitation to the two of them, "The two donors are here, I am alone in this temple, there are many rooms, there is no need to sleep outside." ”

Old man Yu squinted his eyes and thanked him, and walked into the small temple with Liu Wenchuan.

In the dilapidated small temple, there are indeed many rooms on the left and right, and there is a big Buddha in the main hall. The old monk smiled kindly, arranged a room for the two of them in the west wing, and then returned to the east room alone and began to knock fish and chant.

In the old man's room, after the two of them hastily ate something, Liu Wenchuan went back to his room and fell asleep. He was probably really tired, and he was already asleep in the dark after a while.

At night, Old Man Yu, who had been sitting in the room with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, because the sound of Buddhist scriptures in the opposite room stopped. He got up and opened the door and saw the old monk standing in the courtyard, his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes staring at Liu Wenchuan's room.

"Master, haven't slept so late?"

"Yes, the poor monk has always had a problem that he can't figure out, and he can't sleep at night, so he waits for the rain this month."

Old man Yu held a wine gourd and sat on the threshold with great interest, "Oh? I don't know what questions bother the master, can you tell me if I can answer one or two? ”

"It's raining for two, how can you not get drenched in the sky. Does the donor know what it means? ”

Old man Yu smiled and shook his head, of course the rain will not be alone.

but those who walk in the rain are drenched in the rain. The two people mentioned by the old monk are not only Liu Wenchuan in front of him, but also Qi Yu who ran away with everyone under the moon.

Who is not drenched in the rain of this world?

Which one can be left alone?

He and Liu Wenchuan are just the inconspicuous fourth way in the escape team.

"The Master was there that night?"

Old man Yu did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically.

The old monk nodded and replied, "Coincidentally, watching the moon and waiting for rain on the sea." ”