"Hey, Xiaoyou's words are wrong. Wu Hui spoke in a calm tone with a smile on her face. "Even if the old man is dizzy, I still remember the events of the past two months very clearly. ”

"Have you forgotten that we had a relationship on Kunlun Mountain? Have you forgotten that Lao Ge once helped you show you the way down the mountain? Have you forgotten that Lao Ge once gave your brother a four-character verse?"

Xuan Ling saw that he had no malicious intent, and his heart was in his stomach, so he dared to ask curiously: "Master, you also came to participate in the martial arts competition, aren't you a monk for fame and fortune?"

Martial Arts Rivalry is one of the three major events in Middle-earth, and the number of people watching the event every year is in the thousands. There are often little-known people who jump the dragon gate through this platform, so as to be famous all over the world.

"The old man is not for fame, nor for profit, but for the Buddha?"

Xuanling listened to the twists and turns in the clouds and mountains in the mist, so he had to ask again: "What Buddha?"

"The Buddha is in the scriptures, and the old man came this time to ask for a true scripture. ”

"Oh..."Xuan Ling was about to go out, Wu Hui folded her hands and asked happily, "Dare to ask Xiaoyou, did Fengshu come with you?"

Xuan Ling suddenly woke up and walked around for a long time, it turned out that the other party was to inquire about the news of the eldest brother.

"Big brother, I'm resting at the Fenglai Inn, you can just go to him directly. ”

Wuhui nodded, bowed over, and made a gesture of please.

Under the same roof, Xu Jinjiang silently watched every move there, and he knew the origin of this high monk.

Wuhui Shaolin Temple wandering monks, is one of the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple.

He didn't expect that such a master would be inextricably linked to Fengshu.

If they were able to help Freemasonry, the success rate of the Freemasonry program would be a little higher.

When Xu Jinjiang was silently talking about his wishful thinking, another big man hurriedly walked in.

The priest was wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a bookcase, and holding a bag of oiled paper in his hand, and incense slowly wafted in the bag.

"Master, do you want to try one too?" On the fifth day of the competition, the god servant got the spar and returned to Gusu City.

After coming back, he was bored and played Gusu City all over again. Whether it is food, places of interest, or pavilions, after giving him a short period of happiness, it will bring him greater emptiness.

"Thank you, friend, the poor monk doesn't eat meat. ”

"Let's eat one, it's a local delicacy, fried vegetarian dumplings. ”

"Vegetarian dumplings, poor monks don't eat them. ”

"Why?"

"Amitabha, do unto others as you would have them do unto you. ”

Xuan Ling looked at the two of them arguing and arguing, and couldn't help but complain: "Boring!"

"It's really boring, otherwise who will accompany the old monk and wander around together?"

The priest responded casually, but accidentally said what was in his heart. Wu Hui frowned and strode towards the registration desk.

"Hey, it's you. When the priest saw her, he was so excited that he threw the fried dumplings to the ground.

"Where is Fengshu, and what are you participating in the martial arts battle for?"

Although Xu Jinjiang is doing the work in his hands, his ears are pointed.

There is another person who has a deep relationship with Fengshu? If he can get the Fengshu, then these people will not be able to catch him.

With the help of these three masters, then the problem of Freemasonry's lack of supreme combat power will be solved. The success rate of the Freemason program will increase by a few percent.

Some people are happy and some are sad!

Xuanling scratched his head, this person is in trouble, if he sticks to it, it will be like a large swarm of flies around you.

"Why are you throwing things, you don't have quality. Xuanling leaned over and picked up the oiled paper bag and walked out quickly.

"Hey, where is he in Fengshu?" the priest asked anxiously and loudly,

"I don't know, don't bother me!"

Xuanling walked out of the compound in annoyance, what happened today? Why do people always ask about Fengshu's news? The more she doesn't want to think of Fengshu now, why do so many people have to ask.

Xuan Ling was walking down the street, and a stray dog shook its head and followed her. Xuanling stopped and looked back at it.

The stray dog sat upright on the ground and stuck out his tongue.

Xuanling pointed to the oily paper bag and asked, "What?

Woohoo!

The stray dog yelled three times in response, and Xuan Ling happily touched its head and gave it the fried dumplings.

Xuan Ling thought, there is nothing to do today anyway, it is better to go to the wilderness outside the city to practice martial arts.

doesn't say how Xuanling practices martial arts, but talks about the troubles of the gods.

In the city of Gusu, I have long been tired of eating and drinking, and I have lost interest in playing and playing. It was precisely because he had nothing to do that he accompanied Wuhui to come here.

Who would have thought that he would meet Xuanling here, and as soon as he met Xuanling, he would think of Fengshu, and when he thought of Fengshu, it aroused his self-righteous friendship.

It's just that the illusion is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Not only did he offend Wuhui, but in the end, he didn't even get the slightest news from Fengshu.

He had been playing for ten days, and he was going to play for another five days, so how could he stand it.

After the test in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Wanbaomen arranged for the players to rest for five days.

There are two main purposes for this purpose, the first is to allow the players to heal and recuperate, and the second is to give the players enough time to consider whether to enter the final test.

Although there are thousands of players who participate in the martial arts competition every year, only a handful of people actually go to the end and enter the big stage of the martial arts competition.

Taking the highest number of martial arts competitors in the past years as a reference, the maximum number of people is not more than fifteen. After the fourth level, there were three hundred and twenty-five people left. If no one had withdrawn, at least 310 people would have been killed or wounded.

In order to avoid such unnecessary casualties, the Wanbaomen Society will issue honorary documents to those who pass the fourth level. With this instrument, the status of the person must have risen dramatically.

In this way, those who seek fame and fortune can exit safely.

He did not seek fame or profit, but came with a sword. He originally participated in the martial arts competition, just to have fun and pass the boring time. Later, he overheard that Gu Youzhi had a sword called Flame, and the meaning of this martial arts battle to him was extraordinary.

However, stealing knives is a long-term matter, which requires the right time and place, and some strategy. And the emptiness and boredom in front of him are unbearable poison.

The priest ran out of ideas, took a turn on the street, and walked into the Qingfeng Building with his legs and feet unconsciously.

Qingfeng Tower is Gusu City, the largest place of wind and moon.

As soon as he walked in the door, Xiao Er shouted diligently, "Daoist, please take a seat." ”

The old bustard, who greeted the guests in the hall, immediately greeted him when he heard that the guests had arrived.

"Dao Chief, you think about me so much, I thought you left Gusu City?"

"Mom, don't talk about it, what about the pink man?" the priest took out ten taels of silver from his pocket and put it on the table.

The bustard didn't take it, but just pushed it and said, "Oh, I'm really sorry, Peach has been unwell for the past two days and is recuperating!"

"Alright," said the priest, who took out twenty taels of silver from his pocket and put them on the table. "I'm in a bad mood, don't force me to be angry. ”

"Good, good... Please go upstairs and slowly go to the fire!"