"Third senior brother, junior brother thinks this person doesn't want to escape. Otherwise, why would he let me invite the owner of the Spring and Autumn Mansion?"

Chu Zhongliu immediately hummed two cold air in his nostrils, grabbed the front of his shirt with his right hand, and spat on his face. scolded him: "Old five, old five, you have lived for such a long time, and your head is in the paste, right?"

Yin Zhonghao blushed, biting his lip, and the muscles on his face trembled. Ji Zhongming saw that Chu Zhongliu's move was really excessive, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Second brother, let go quickly, we are like brothers and sisters, how can we hurt the harmony because of an outsider." ”

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief to wipe the saliva off his face for Yin Zhonghao, and said warmly: "Fifth brother, don't go to your heart, your second brother is a demon, so he lost his temper." Now that the senior brother is in the hands of the surname Xiao, let's throw a mouse bogey, and naturally everything depends on him. ”

Yin Zhonghao said: "Two brothers, the younger brother will leave immediately." The fact that the head of the family was imprisoned can be concealed for a while. Before the younger brother returned, he also asked the two brothers to try to keep these guests first. If any of them leave and talk nonsense on the rivers and lakes, not only will the credibility of the senior brother in charge be damaged, but our Bashan faction will also be inferior in the rivers and lakes in the future. ”

Chu Zhongliu turned his back on his face and ignored it, but Ji Zhongming was not, his hand pressed on his shoulder and nodded: "Fifth brother, what you said is very true." Be careful on your way. In the door, my second brother and I will cook well. ”

When Yin Zhonghao's footsteps faded away, Chu Zhongliu finally couldn't hold his breath and said: "Third brother, the surname Xiao is riding on the neck of our Bashan faction, can you still tolerate him?"

Ji Zhongming sighed and said, "Senior Brother is in his hands, what can we do?"

Chu Zhongliu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that this Xiao Yunfan really can't be killed?"

Ji Zhongming's face was gloomy, and he said slowly: "Not necessarily, he Xiao Yunfan doesn't have three heads and six arms." The martial arts friends we invited and the relatives of our two families would be afraid of him Xiao Yunfan?"

Inside the Bashan Palace, the lights are bright.

Huo Zhongyuan invited everyone to discuss the matter, but he himself was delayed, which inevitably attracted criticism. Sitting on the first chair on the right is an old monk wearing a robe with a clear face.

This person is the abbot of Jiming Temple. He has a good relationship with Huo Zhongyuan, and he knows that on this occasion, old friends will not make mistakes for no reason, and something must be wrong. Seeing that everyone was gossiping and criticizing themselves, he secretly used his internal strength at the moment and proclaimed the Buddha's name. A sentence of Amitabha Buddha silenced the voices of the people in the hall.

Everyone looked at him in unison, and the monk Hongyuan held the Buddha beads in his hand, and said loudly: "The old man is entrusted by the head of Huo, and he will meet you Tan Yue here tonight, and he is here to uphold justice." The host has not yet come forward, and it is rude to be a guest. ”

The old monk's words were for Huang Yiming, the owner of Jinke Village, and several subordinates behind him were noisy and shouting, commenting on the young Daoist Gu behind the Taoist Chief, and his speech and demeanor were really unorthodox. Huang Yiming was born in the underworld and was reckless, and he was lenient with his brothers on weekdays. was criticized in front of everyone, and naturally he couldn't hold it on his face.

A pair of yellowish eyes glared at the old monk, smoking a dry cigarette in his mouth, and sneered: "Master Hongyuan, you really treat yourself as a dish! This guy Lao Huo squatted in the toilet and refused to come out to see everyone, my brother told a few words of truth, and your old man listened to it." ”

A monk with clear eyebrows behind the old monk said with a smile: "I'm afraid that the master of Huangzhai will be wrong, the family teacher said some people, and he didn't name them, your old man was in a hurry to explain, and he admitted that he was rude." ”

Huang Yiming knocked the ashes in the cigarette pot on the ground, looked at the monk and shouted: "Our elders are talking, where is your turn to intervene." The master accuses me of Lao Huang's lax discipline, and how can the master's apprentice not be like this?"

The little monk wanted to be strong and make a fuss about Huang Yiming's words, but he was unexpectedly grabbed by someone who was seven inches away, and he turned into an army. When Monk Hongyuan heard this, he couldn't help but scold his disciple and said, "Shut up. The monk looked at the few people behind Huang Yiming with pride, and he was very annoyed in his heart.

Monk Hongyuan said lightly: "Fa Jian, you come out and kneel down to compensate the master of Huangzhai." Fa Jian was reluctant in his heart, but the master had a life, so he had to bend his knees and apologize to Huang Yiming.

Huang Yiming saw that the old monk was quite interested, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Master, you are really strict with the rules, children talk like farts, how can we seniors take it to heart?" Seeing that he was a few feet away, a foul smell wafted to the tip of his nose. I almost lost my breath. He muttered in a low voice: "What kind of child talks like a fart, I think you are a fart." ”

Although his voice was small, it gave Huang Yiming a sharpened chin behind him, and the cross-eyed man listened to it. The man took a step forward and gave him a resounding slap in the face when he raised his hand.

Fami's cheeks were red and swollen, and his ears were buzzing. He struggled to his feet, trying to make a move with the man. Fajian's two senior brothers flashed and held Fajian down, and Fajian turned back to the old monk with red eyes and said, "Master, this time they are not right. ”

Monk Hongyuan said coldly: "Fa Ming, Fa Xing, you pull his junior brother back." ”

At this time, Huang Yiming reprimanded loudly: "Lai donkey, why did you start beating someone's little brother?"

Lai Donkey said: "Zhai...... Owner, this ...... This kid is outspoken. ”

Huang Yiming asked: "Why is he disrespectful?" Lai Donkey said: "He...... He says you fart. ”

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter, and Huang Yiming also laughed and said: "People eat grains, which one doesn't fart? If because of this, you really shouldn't do something to other people's little brothers, and you will be punished when you go back." ”

Lai Donkey said: "He...... He's talking like a fart to you. Huang Yiming laughed, suddenly turned his gaze to Hongyuan's face, and said coldly: "The master is not strict in disciplining his disciples, and my brother is a straight intestine." Let the little master suffer a little loss, this, this is really unbearable. Little brother, this cup of tea can be regarded as making amends for the master's sins. Saying that, a fluffy palm slapped on the table, and a fine porcelain tea jumped up, and he flicked his fingers, and the tea bowl swirled towards the chest of Monk Hongyuan.

Master Hongyuan flicked the two fingers of his right hand, and with a clinking sound, the tea bowl flew back again. He said lightly: "The old monk doesn't like to eat tea that others have eaten. Huang Yiming grabbed it with both hands and took the tea bowl with four fingers. Secretly lucked his internal strength, and sent the tea bowl out again, and still said in his mouth: "The tea sent out by the younger brother has never been returned, so the master should continue." ”

Everyone in the hall saw that the two of them were pushing the tea bowl back and forth, and they thought that the two were polite, and only those who knew qigong could see that these two were competing with their internal kung fu. There are a lot of good deeds in the group. put on a lively scene to watch, and no one refused to step forward to dissuade it, which swept away the interest of others.

Only the Qingdao people of the Lotus View understood in their hearts better than others that Master Hongyuan's words were for his own people. If Jiming Temple really does it with the people of Jin Kezhai for a while, he will definitely help the old monk.

The tea bowl seemed to be held by an invisible rope between Huang Yiming and Master Hongyuan, one moment closer to Hongyuan, and a little closer to him. Huang Yiming's internal strength is far inferior to that of Monk Hongyuan, and he can support this moment, all thanks to Monk Hongyuan.

His face was flushed, and beads of sweat were pouring out on his forehead, on the other hand, Monk Hongyuan's demeanor was calm and solemn. Always with two fingers of luck, a discerning person can naturally see who is superior and who is inferior.

Ordinary people are monks who escape into the empty door, and they should have abandoned the heart of dispute, but the Hongyuan monk is not, for the sake of the true heart, he will only fight on the basis of reason. For example, Huo Zhongyuan begged him, even if he gave up his life, he had to do things well for his friends.

The disciples of the Lotus View are all weak women, and the disciples of Jin Kezhai just say some obscene words, and they also whistle from time to time to tease others. A Qingdao aunt is good at cultivating kung fu and doesn't care, so she can only blindly tolerate it. This old monk can't look at it, and he must give the people of Jin Kezhai a little color to see.

Huang Yiming's face was dripping with sweat, and he thought that he was not an old monk's opponent, but if he bowed his head in front of so many people, it made him uncomfortable than killing him.

Seeing that he refused to give in, Monk Hongyuan tightened his eyebrows at the moment, and with the force in his hand, the tea bowl shot out, and the wave shattered in front of Huang Yiming, and the tea splashed his face.

Huang Yiming lifted his sleeve and wiped it on his face, and anger surged in his heart. He stood up straight and said, "Old bald donkey, you are too much of a deception." ”

Monk Hongyuan lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head and said: "The old man said that he doesn't like to drink the tea that others have drunk, because Tan Yue is not interested and complains. ”

Huang Yiming was humiliated by this, and the subordinates behind him drew their blades one after another, wanting to find the old monk's bad luck, and only then did a few people come out of the group to persuade him.

At this time, a Confucian scholar wearing a blue shirt and a folding fan in his hand hurriedly diverted the conversation and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, what kind of dumb riddle did Master Huo play with the big guy tonight? He invited us to come, and he didn't show up, did he let us sit here for one night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of heroes began to shout.

At this time, someone outside the door said: "Distinguished guests have been waiting for a long time, Master Huo will not come tonight." ”

These words were still echoing in the hall, and Chu Ji and the others walked in in plain clothes. All eyes looked at the two of them, puzzled.

The Confucian said: "What does Ji Daxia mean? ”

Chu Zhongliu sighed and said, "Don't hide it, my senior brother was held hostage!"

Everyone was surprised, and asked: "Who is so bold and coercing Huo Zhangmen?" and "Who is it, I will fight with him!"

Ji Zhongming saw that the hall was exploding, and said loudly: "It's Xiao Yunfan." This dog thief was taken down by my junior brother that day. According to the rules of martial arts, when the blood debt is repaid. He would have sacrificed his life to my dead child. But the senior brother in charge is benevolent and wants all fellow martial artists to come and testify, so as not to say that our Bashan faction kills innocents indiscriminately. Unexpectedly, this person is very cunning, and my senior brother in charge of the family has followed his way.

Now, in the hands of this person, Senior Brother Chu and I have thought about it again and again, and we have no choice but to tell you the truth of this matter, first, to avoid your misunderstanding of our Bashan faction, and second, to discuss with you how to rescue my senior brother. ”

Huang Yiming picked his nose and snorted: "It's all over the place, Lao Huo has asked people to make dumplings." Lao Huang, what I do is kidnapping tickets, I can't do this thing to save people, Ji Daxia, Master Hongyuan is highly respected, we might as well listen to what he thinks?"

Monk Hongyuan knew that Huang Yiming's intentions were not good, and said with a smile on his face: "Buddhism has clouds: all things in heaven and earth have their own fate. Do not do any evil, but do all good. The old man and everyone here only heard the words of your faction, but as for what Xiao Yunfan said, they didn't know. Since Huo Zhangmen is in Xiao Yunfan's hands, he must have the conditions to discuss, so we might as well meet him and discuss again. ”

Yiqing Daogu shook off the dust, and saluted with one hand: "The master is kind-hearted, and he is willing to use Buddhism to resolve this grievance." Poor Dao admires it so much, Ji Daxia will have you to lead the way. ”

Ji Zhongming hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, Master Bodhisattva heart, how do you know that Xiao Yunfan is insidious and cunning." If he had known that we were going with us, it would have been a disservice to his master. ”

The blue-robed Confucian called Meng Xian, and he unfolded his fan, revealing a peony. glanced at Ji Zhongming, and said with a slight smile: "Ji Daxia, Huo Zhangmen is our good friend. How can we ignore his safety? Master Fang Cai Hongyuan said very clearly, which is right and which is wrong, we will talk about it after we see that Xiao Yunfan. ”

Qunhao echoed, and Chu Ji and the others had to take the lead in front and lead everyone out of the palace.

Besides, Yin Zhonghao was concerned about Huo Zhongyuan's safety, and rushed to Chengdu Mansion in Shuzhong in the starry night, and he didn't dare to delay for a while. Twenty good horses were used for their foot strength alone, and six of them almost died of exhaustion. After a lot of travel, I finally rushed to the ground in Sichuan. Stayed in an inn, asked for wine, meat and food, and ate some indiscriminately. So he asked Xiao Er where the Spring and Autumn Building was.

Xiao Er laughed and said that there are now two Spring and Autumn Towers in Shuzhong, one in the east of the city and one in the west of the city, but he doesn't know which one he is going to? After a lot of trouble, I finally got to see the storyteller.

After the two of them sat down, Yin Zhonghao said: "Sir, I heard that there are two Spring and Autumn Buildings here, and I hope that Mr. will give me some guidance." As he spoke, he put a large ingot of silver.

When the storyteller saw the silver, he naturally smiled. He gave him what he knew.

It turned out that this Spring and Autumn Building had a prominent position in the martial arts, not relying on achievements in martial arts, but the children of the Feng family dared to follow the pen of Taishi Gong and write books for the heroes of the rivers and lakes. But all those who practice martial arts have the most important reputation, and it is a great honor that the great name can be recorded in the great work "The History of the Rivers and Lakes" before he dies. The book is published every year, and its heroic deeds are widely circulated among the community.

"The History of Jianghu" was originally written by Feng Yuchun, and later compiled by his brother and clansmen. Every time it was printed, the Feng family made a lot of profits. Over time, conflicts of interest arose internally. Feng Yuchun is very old, so he passed the landlord's position to his second son early, and traveled by himself, not haunting these mundane affairs. And his younger brother was naturally unwilling, and also built a Spring and Autumn Building in the west of the city.

Fifteen miles east of Chengdu, deep in the bamboo forest, there is a magnificent mansion. Yin Zhonghao tied the horse under a willow tree. Slowly stepped forward, the teacup-sized copper nails on the black lacquer door were shining, and there was a gold plaque hanging on the lintel, and the four big characters of "Spring and Autumn Prosperity" were very good-looking.

Yin Zhonghao knocked on the knocker, and a young man with a clear face walked out after a while.

The man glared at Yin Zhonghao and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Yin Zhonghao bowed and said with a smile: "In Chin Mountain, Yin Zhonghao has something important to ask to see the old landlord!"

The man looked at Yin Zhonghao and said slowly: "The owner of the old building has gone to visit a friend, sir, please go back!"

Yin Zhonghao hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "That's the case, there is indeed a very important matter to ask to see the old landlord." I also hope that the little brother will pass it on. ”

The man said, "Didn't I tell you, the owner of the old building went to visit a friend, but he was not at home! Are you deaf?"

Although Yin Zhonghao was unhappy with the arrogance of the young man in front of him, he did not show it on his face.

He took off the long sword on his back, took out the letter and handed it to him, and said, "Since the gentleman is not here, then I will give this thing to the little brother, and please be sure to give it to the old man." Say goodbye and bother!" he said, striding under the willow tree.

The young man took the letter and the long sword, gave Yin Zhonghao a blank look, and closed the door himself.

Yin Zhonghao turned over on his horse, glanced at the mansion and muttered: "Xiao Yunfan, Yin has done his best, if you want to blame, you can only blame your bad luck." As he spoke, he tightened his legs on the horse's belly and ran towards the distance.