Before Mo Tianxin could withdraw from his thoughts, Mu Yutian endured the pain, and suddenly the sword walked through the middle palace, stretched out his body and raised a "Iron Tree Silver Flower", the sword in his hand suddenly burst into dozens of dazzling lights, and the whistling sound rose again, and he struck her with lightning four or five moves, Mo Tianxin was already in a disorder, and a breath of boredom was still stuck in his chest, and when he came back to his senses, he only hated Mu Yutian, the old thief, who was too despicable, so he could only move his body back and forth, and try to pass by with the blade.

The situation was very critical, and at this time, the leading maid behind Mo Tianxin threw down the green lantern in his hand, pulled out a soft sword from his sleeve, and immediately greeted him. The servants also drew their swords to meet them, and the sword light staggered down, and Mo Tianxin took the opportunity to pull out under the left and right shields of the maidservants.

Mu Yutian refused to rest, and let out a fierce force, and the sword wind made a piercing roar. The women saw that they couldn't resist it, and they were about to fight to the death, when suddenly there was another arc, and a figure fell from the sky and stood in front of Mu Yutian.

Mu was stunned, this person was none other than the old monk who had just closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures, and the monk was still kind and kind, "Amitabha!"

"I didn't come to help just now, but now I'm here to stir up the situation again!" Mu frowned, thinking of this, he couldn't help but be even more annoyed, the sword wind was in a hurry, not only did not mean to take it back, but became more and more violent.

In everyone's puzzled eyes, they only heard the sound of "Qiangchang", but when they saw that the monk only used two fingers to grasp the tip of the sword, gently pushed it to the side, bowed his head with low eyebrows, and said: "Good, good." has to be forgiving and forgiving, since the female benefactor is already injured, it can be regarded as self-inflicted, so why should Deputy Mu hurt her life again?"

"That's enough!" Mu Yutian was naturally annoyed in his heart, but knowing that this monk was also a senior monk of Shaolin, it was inconvenient to fight more in front of everyone, so he put down his hand, sneered, and said: "You monk is not confused, and if you don't want to help, it's just that you want to ask for mercy for these demon women, could it be that the master will also pity the jade?"

"Amitabha! The monks are pure in their six roots, but they want to worship the Buddha sincerely," the old monk did not raise his head, and whispered to Mu: "It is not your sect's work to attack people in secret!"

Mu Yutian couldn't help but widen his eyes angrily, the beggar gang was as famous as Shaolin, but he made this bald donkey look down on him, and Zhen Hao, who only hated the big boss, invited such an old stubborn who was in the way.

But this Mu Yutian is not a willful person, although there is anger in his heart, but he knows that this old bald donkey has a great friendship with Zhen Hao, since he has the heart to protect him, he is afraid of ruining his own face if he continues to fight. What's more, this Mo Tianxin has already gone mad, if she is forced to become demonic, she will be burned if she doesn't get it right. Thinking about it again, if you let this demon woman go now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a good opportunity in the future, and I am really unwilling.

After several considerations, Mu Yutian snorted hatefully at the old monk, and then drew his sword and turned back.

Mo Tianxin's servants hurriedly retreated and helped Mo Tianxin up. The woman in white at the head of the leader stood in the front and threw down her words: "The beggar gang is bullying, and today's enemy will be returned one day! I will never tolerate the children of the beggar gang!"

Mu Yutian was naturally unhappy in his heart, but even if it was like this, he could only give up, turned his back to the old monk and sneered: "I thought I would be grateful to you, master, but I didn't want to be willing to leave a word of thanks!"

Besides, Yun Xiaoxiao, the poisonous lady Sanssouci Palace Master is finally gone, at this moment he has already sat on the ground, his body is still trembling, Mu Yutian walked straight to him, "Little brother, how do you call it? I don't know where the teacher is, what is the reason for mixing into my beggar gang?"

Yun Xiaoxiao looked dazed, obviously frightened, and did not respond.

Seeing that he was not willing to answer honestly, Mu Yutian snorted lightly, hurriedly stepped forward, and held Yun's arm fiercely with one hand, and tightly grasped Yun's wrist with the other.

Yun didn't have time to dodge, so he had to be obedient, Mu was not light, Yun's forehead couldn't help sweating, gritting his teeth, but he wanted to see what kind of tricks this Mu Yutian was going to play.

After a while, Mu finally pushed away the clouds, squinted his eyes and looked at this hairy boy, strictly speaking, this kid's veins are extremely chaotic, there seem to be two true qi in his body pouring against each other, and the meridians of his whole body seem to have been washed by the I Ching or something, and after such a serious collision, there is no big problem. However, from this kid's skills, it can be concluded that this person is not a master of the inner family, how can he have such cultivation?

Yun blinked, Mu Yutian had indeed hurt him just now, and he was naturally unhappy in his heart. looked at Mu Yutian again, those eyes were staring straight at him, and those eyes seemed to have hunted a monster, which made Yun even more unhappy, and shouted: "Say whatever you want to say, why bother to use your hands and feet?"

"I don't mean anything else, just look at why the demon woman thought about running away with her tail between her legs?" Mu Yutian sneered, his gaze still staying on Yun's body.

When Yun heard this, he was actually happy, and said with a smile: "Haven't you beggar gang always paid attention to crowd tactics, didn't the women also say that the beggar gang is a bully, and people are weak women, can you still hide if you can't beat them?"

Mu knew that Yun was joking, and although he wanted to have a seizure, he was hindered by his face. After all, the beggar gang is orthodox in the rivers and lakes, and as an elder in the gang, he will inevitably lose his identity by shouting with a young boy in front of everyone, not to mention that this kid's origin is unknown, but I am afraid that there is another origin in it.

But the Qinghezi standing on the side couldn't hold his breath, he couldn't dedicate his ability to the Mu gang master, he was only because the Sanssouci Palace was too cunning before, if he took the liberty of making a move, he was afraid of ruining the gang leader's plan, and now how could he let this stupid boy go crazy.

I saw Qinghezi jump to Yun Xiaoxiao's side, twist Yun's collar, and before he could react, he heard a loud slap, and suddenly Yun's face was covered with bright red fingerprints, and his whole face quickly swollen, Qinghezi immediately pointed to Yun's nose and shouted:

"Stinky boy, that's because the deputy gang leader is a good old man, no, it's a few chips!

Fighting, Yun is not afraid, there are many fights and troubles from childhood to adulthood, but he wants such a nest bag, which makes people screw and slap him, which is unprecedented, even if the second child of the Li family who killed that day annoyed himself, and now it is over.

Yun's eyes widened, and he pointed at Qinghezi fiercely, eager to take out the evil scimitar again and plunge it into the man's chest. At this time, the old monk walked up, grabbed the cloud, and said to Amitabha Buddha again: "Little brother, I was frightened and offended the beggar gang because I couldn't speak, so please ask the elders to look at the thin face of the poor monk and open the net again!"

Qinghezi naturally knew that this old bald donkey was a regular customer of the big boss, so it was inconvenient to go directly to save face, looked back at Mu, and saw that Mu had no other signs, so he let go of his hand, "Get out, bastard boy, with your virtue, no matter how you look up, you don't look like people in my beggar gang!"

Yun staggered a few steps, this green crane has a lot of wrist strength, although there is anger in his heart, but seeing so many eyes around him, there is no point in arguing. Besides, the city is full of beggars, and it is not easy to pick up a life, even if they are beaten to death by the beggars, the government will not go to great lengths to arrest the real culprit! Thinking of this, Yun is a little homesick, to be precise, he has begun to worry about Uncle Wu again, I wonder if the government has lost interest in his arrest?

Yun felt that he should go, all anger and resentment were not so important at the moment, and going home became his only desire, so that he didn't seem to be able to hear what the small-eyed man was shouting again, as if he was saying that whoever was wearing something didn't look like anything, "Doesn't it look like a prince when he wears a dragon robe?" Yun muttered in his heart, what kind of fart is this damn small-eyed turtle doing, this prince in the beggar country gave it to him, it's all dirty!

He lowered his head, pulled away from the crowd, and struggled to drag his steps outward. He didn't want to look at anyone's face anymore, and he didn't want others to see his embarrassment again. There were bursts of laughter from the crowd, and Yun didn't want to pay attention to it, there were many sounds every day in this world, the noise in the bazaar, the croaking of frogs by the pond, the sound of wooden fish in the temple, the sound of flies in the slaughterhouse...... It doesn't matter if you have more pups' farts sounds.

Perhaps ridicule is also a virtue, because those who have no ambition will perish because it hastens, and those who have ambition will grow rapidly because of it. Yun Xiaoxiao belongs to the intermediary who has both, or neither, at least until now, he has not done anything steadily, at least at this moment, there is an inexplicable torrent surging in his heart.

Just buried his head in the old monk's side and passed by, Yun felt the brightness of these eyes, he speculated that this person was still squinting, and that expression suddenly reminded him of the portrait of Maitreya Buddha, and then he immediately denied it: It's not like it, isn't there such a rich and pot-bellied monk in this world?