Leaving from the inn, Lu Xiaofeng and the three of them came to the place where the beggar gang was at the helm of the Northern Song Dynasty according to the address Hong Qigong said.

It's not a very good mansion.

It is located on the outskirts of Luoyang City.

Lu Xiaofeng knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded, so he pushed the door in.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of blood.

Looking further on the ground, all the people lying on the ground were beggar disciples wearing beggar's clothes.

Each beggar disciple has different scars on his body.

Sword marks, swords and guns, palm prints, sharp arrows......

Hua Manlou moved his nose and said:

"Discerning from the smell of blood, these people should have been dead for no more than an hour."

Ximen Fuxue said lightly:

"Judging by the sword marks, these people died on the same person who wielded the sword."

"And ......"

Simon Blowing Snow didn't say anything more than he said in the middle of his speech.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and asked:

"And what?"

Ximen Fuxue glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, and then said:

"Today, there are not many people who can seal the throat with a sword, and you should know who they are."

Lu Xiaofeng was silent.

Simon's meaning of blowing snow is obvious.

can seal his throat with a sword, and he is a character similar to Ximen Blowing Snow in swordsmanship.

Those who can blow snow at Ximen are the only ones.

Just when Lu Xiaofeng was silent, a voice suddenly interrupted them.

"It's you!"

"You killed the Beggar Gang disciples!"

The man was dressed in a beggar's garb and did not look very old.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng and the others, his face showed a look of horror.

Before Lu Xiaofeng could react to what was going on, the person immediately ran away.

"Stop!"

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly caught up.

Lu Xiaofeng's light skills were not bad, but he still couldn't catch up with the beggar gang disciple.

The beggar helped the disciples run and shouted loudly.

"Someone killed the disciples and elders of the Beggar Gang!"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly stopped and didn't catch up.

He sensed something unusual about the beggar disciple.

After retreating to Hua Manlou and Ximen Fuxue, he said:

"Let's go first!"

……

A few days later.

What happened to the beggar gang, Ye Ling'er, Li Qiushui and Xiaolongnu didn't know.

The three of them came from the Northern Song Dynasty to the border of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"True Martial Sword...... I want to go to Zhang Zhenren, the head of the Wudang faction......"

Ye Ling'er muttered as she walked.

The little girl was thinking about how to persuade Zhang Sanfeng to lend her the real martial sword.

Senior sister has already told herself.

Zhang Zhenren is a figure admired in the martial arts, whether it is a decent or a villain.

Not to mention whether the real martial arts sword can be borrowed, or whether you can see Zhang Sanfeng's side, it is even more difficult.

Therefore, in order to be able to borrow the True Martial Sword from Zhang Sanfeng, Ye Linger has been thinking about how to borrow it.

"Senior sister, can you stop chattering?"

Li Qiushui said helplessly.

Ye Ling'er shook her head and said:

"No! Daddy said, read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will be seen by itself. ”

"In other words, as long as Ling'er recites a sentence a hundred times, she will be able to think of a solution!"

Li Qiushui moved his mouth, and scolded his junior sister's father Ye Changan in his heart.

How do you bring a baby?

Bring out a baby who is so fond of talking?

If you don't know how to bring it, isn't it good to give it to someone else to bring?

When there is a baby in the future, I will bring the child over and show it to him myself!

Let her see how different the baby she brought out is from the baby he brought out!

The little dragon girl asked curiously:

"That Ling'er, how many times have you read it?"

Ye Ling'er: "??? ”

"Ah...... How many times have I read it? ”

Ye Linger's little face suddenly became bitter.

"Senior sister, it's all your fault!"

Ye Ling'er said resentfully.

If it weren't for my senior sister's interruption, I would still know how many times I had read it.

As a result, when the senior sister was interrupted, she forgot how many times she had read it.

Li Qiushui glanced at Ye Ling'er and said:

"It's none of my business, it's your own."

Ye Ling'er pouted and continued the broken thoughts in her mouth.

After the half-pillar incense, Ye Linger said excitedly:

"Ling'er has thought of a way!"

Li Qiushui and Xiaolongnu looked at Ye Ling'er, not understanding what this girl had come up with.

"I can name my daddy!"

Ye Linger said proudly.

"Ye is invincible across the Kyushu Continent!"

"Zhang Zhenren will definitely be shocked when he hears my father's name!"

"Then, lend the True Martial Sword to Ling'er!"

The more Ye Linger spoke, the more excited she became, and she felt that her method was very feasible.

Li Qiushui covered his face, and he didn't know what to say.

If you want to report the name of your senior brother, maybe it will be of some use.

Report your father's name, no one has probably heard of it.

Seeing that Ye Ling'er was so excited, Li Qiushui didn't want to hit her.

Let her be proud first, and after eating Zhang Sanfeng's closed-door soup, she will know that her father's name is useless.

this day.

Ye Ling'er and the three of them came to Jincheng in the Southern Song Dynasty.

When she arrived in Jincheng, Ye Ling'er didn't want to leave at all, pulled Li Qiushui's clothes, and said glutinously:

"Senior sister, take a break! Ling'er is tired of walking......"

Li Qiushui nodded and agreed.

It's normal for a little girl to be tired.

From the Northern Song Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty, Ye Linger not only had to hurry, but also practiced a series of kung fu such as the Loose School, Dugu One Sword, and Eighteen Palms of the Dragon.

Under Li Qiushui's guidance, Ye Ling'er also broke through to the late stage of the Grandmaster's realm.

"There's an inn over there! Let's go there and rest! ”

Ye Ling'er pointed to a rich inn in front of her and said.

The inn was different from the one they had stayed in.

The inn where I stayed before looked like it had been built for a long time.

And now this inn, the wood is very new, and the red cloth is still wrapped around it.

It looks like it hasn't been built for a long time.

Not only that, but there is also a beautiful sister soliciting customers at the door of the inn.

One by one, dressed up in flowers, they waved the handkerchiefs in their hands at the people passing by, making a delicate sound.

Li Qiushui raised his head and glanced at the name of the "inn", and then said to Ye Ling'er:

"This won't work."

"Senior sister, why?"

Ye Ling'er asked puzzled.

"Senior sister. Why don't you live in such a beautiful inn? ”

"Those sisters all look so enthusiastic, and they all stand at the door to solicit customers."

"And, senior sister, look ......"

Ye Linger pointed to the door of the "inn" and said:

"Those people came out of the inn, their faces were flushed, and they were very happy."

"It must be that the food in this inn is delicious and the accommodation is good, so it will be like this!"

Li Qiushui directly blindfolded Ye Ling'er with his hands, and said angrily:

"You don't understand! Anyway, don't look at it, don't go! ”

After speaking, he picked up Ye Ling'er and hurriedly left here.

Xiaolongnu and Ye Ling'er had the same doubts.

This "inn" looks pretty good, why don't you live there?

The little dragon girl looked at the name of the "inn" and muttered:

"Yihongyuan...... That's a good name, too. ”

After Li Qiushui led Ye Ling'er to find an inn, he put Ye Ling'er down.

As soon as she put it down, Ye Ling'er stared at Li Qiushui very unhappily.

The "inn" I chose was so good, my sister didn't want to live.

It's not for her to pay, Ling'er also has money, and she can pay for it!

"Don't stare at me, I won't let you live, it's for your good!"

Li Qiushui poured himself a cup of hot tea and said after taking a sip.

"Senior sister, if you are good for Ling'er, you should let Ling'er live in such a good inn!"

Ye Ling'er said.

"That's not an inn!"

"Not an inn? Senior sister, are you stupid to be a junior sister? ”

"When did I make you stupid again?"

"And said no! Wasn't that just now? Although Ling'er is illiterate, I can see it! That's the inn! ”

"It's not!"

"That's it!"

One big one said, and his eyes widened and he stared.

The little dragon girl on the side shook her head helplessly, poured herself a cup of hot tea, and looked at the street outside curiously.

After a while, Ye Ling'er couldn't stand it anymore and blinked her eyes to indicate that she had lost.

Li Qiushui touched the little girl's head and said:

"Okay, Senior Sister really didn't lie to you!"

"If you don't believe my senior sister's words, you can ask your father, or the next time you meet your little chicken uncle, you ask him, and you will know that it is not an inn."

Ye Ling'er said:

"My daddy and Uncle Chick know?"

"Grandma, Uncle Qiao, Sister Liang, Aunt Huang, don't they know?"

Li Qiushui thought for a while and said:

"You can try, but I can't guarantee whether you will be beaten or not."

Ye Ling'er: "??? ”

Ask the inn, why was it beaten?

……

Shaolin Temple.

Xuzhu has been coming to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to clean the fallen leaves for several days.

Under the arrangement of the sweeping monks, the Shaolin Temple has returned to its previous appearance.

It's just that everyone seems to have other thoughts in their hearts, and the atmosphere of the entire Shaolin Temple is also very depressing.

In the past, you could see Shaolin disciples practicing martial arts in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall every day, but now there are only a few of them.

And every morning, noon, and evening, the sound of chanting that can be heard is gone.

The sweeping monk didn't care about the other Shaolin disciples.

Except for asking Xuzhu to clean the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion the next day, there was no more arrangement.

"Senior, I'm here."

Xuzhu came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and said to the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk nodded and said:

"Hmmm......"

Xuzhu silently picked up the broom and cleaned the fallen leaves in the yard.

Xuzhu was actually very confused.

I come to clean the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day, but why do the fallen leaves fill the yard every day.

There is not a single tree near this scripture pavilion, so where does the fallen leaves come from?

Xuzhu thought in his heart while cleaning.

The sweeping monk interrupted his thoughts at this point.

"From tomorrow, you don't have to clean the fallen leaves."

Xuzhu glanced at the sweeping monk suspiciously, and was about to ask, but heard the sweeping monk say:

"Beginning tomorrow, you will read this book before me."

The sweeping monk took out a scripture book from his bosom.

Xuzhu looked at the name of the scripture and muttered:

"Easy Tendon ......"

After reading it, I couldn't help but wonder.

"What kind of scripture is this? Why have I never heard of it? ”

In Shaolin Temple for so many years, Xuzhu can be regarded as having read or heard a lot of scriptures.

But this is the first time he has heard of this Yijin Sutra.

Although he wondered why the sweeping monk asked him to recite this scripture, Xuzhu still lowered his head and responded:

"Yes, Senpai!"

Now the Shaolin Temple has made him feel a little different from the Shaolin Temple he stayed in before.

Those senior brothers and junior brothers didn't seem to want to have contact with him, and when they saw him, they all hid away.

Xuzhu didn't know what he should do.

But since the sweeping monk had an arrangement, he agreed to come down.

……

Jincheng.

Inside the Good Luck Inn.

Ye Ling'er, Li Qiushui, and Xiaolongnu were eating.

When they came to the inn, there weren't many guests.

But not long after the meal came up, more than a dozen people walked in from outside.

Li Qiushui glanced at it vigilantly.

From the walking posture of these people and the calluses on their hands, it can be seen that these people are all martial arts practitioners.

As soon as the dozen or so people sat down, they shouted loudly.

"I didn't expect that the Northern Song Dynasty beggar gang would be so miserable this time!"

"That's right, dozens of elders and helmsmen have all been killed!"

"I heard that it was the four eyebrows of the Ming Dynasty, Lu Xiaofeng, the seven young flowers of the Jiangnan Hua family, and the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow to kill!"

"This is a false rumor, right? I have also heard the three people you mentioned, they all have a good reputation in the rivers and lakes of the Ming Dynasty, how could they come to kill the elders and helmsmen of the beggar gang of the Northern Song Dynasty? ”

"If you want to say that Qiao Feng killed me, I still believe it, but you say that Lu Xiaofeng killed them, I don't believe it!"

"If you don't believe me, I won't believe it! But that's just the way it is! Someone saw it with their own eyes! ”

"Then you say, what is the purpose of Lu Xiaofeng's killing?"

"How do I know that it may have been instructed by Qiao Feng?"

(End of chapter)