"Presumably, the Sanssouci Palace Master of the West Wing Pavilion is the one who is the master?" The man in Tsing Yi changed his seriousness, and said with a smile: "I don't know why the palace master came to the contempt gang in person?"

The woman didn't answer directly, she raised her eyes and smiled at the man in Tsing Yi, and the man in Tsing Yi immediately blushed, and the three souls were immediately taken away, just staring at the woman's face.

Yun thought it was so funny. This woman is no longer twenty-eight years old, and she can still be so hooked, but the man in green clothes is in a trance like falling into the clouds at this time, and his eyes are like a fascination compared to the fierce indifference of his eyes when they meet in the gambling room and the alley. Yun couldn't help but feel a little disgusted, and secretly said to himself: "This man, how can he be a cheap word?"

"You are the current Elder of the Six Bags of the Beggar Gang-Qing Hezi, Elder Qing, right?" the woman finally spoke slowly, the corners of her eyes still charming and enchanting.

The man was stunned, felt a little out of shape, and hurriedly said: "A little nickname, why is it enough to be an outsider?

"Where, the elder is too humble," the woman's hair flicked lightly, and she muttered and said: "The Central Plains martial arts have always judged people by their appearance, and with your dignity like you, you can still stand out in the beggar gang, so you are naturally the best among them!"

Yun Xiaoxiao couldn't help but pat his legs and laugh when he heard this, but he hid in the corner and didn't dare to be too public, so he could only choke forcibly. But some people in the crowd couldn't help but sneer, and the bearded man and the Xiucai beggar turned around and glared fiercely before they calmed down.

The man in Tsing Yi naturally couldn't hold it on his face, his face turned from red to white, and he trembled with anger.

Looking at the man's annoyed and angry appearance, Yun was a little gloating, there is a saying that "women are like flowers with thorns", and suddenly fell from the clouds into the valley, the man in Tsing Yi was finally bored with himself.

"I said, Elder Qing, what are you doing stupidly, go, call out your old immortal, don't let my aunt and grandmother wait for a long time!" the woman pursed her lips and laughed again.

The man in Tsing Yi had a burst of muscles, his face became cold and distorted, and he finally attacked: "Demon woman, don't deceive people too much!"

"Hey, why do you men change their faces like flipping through a book," the woman bowed her head and sighed, then flicked her sleeves and shouted impatiently: "This palace doesn't have time to talk to you about nonsense, obediently return the things, tell you to come out, thank you for a tea and admit your mistakes, ......and that's it!"

"Joke, you demon woman has done a lot of evil, and now you dare to bully our beggars. Not to mention that we didn't take anything from you, even if we did, what can we do, I want to see a few girls, what can we do to our old man?" Qinghezi squeezed his brows, squinted his eyes, and smiled maliciously, pressing the three words "What's wrong" particularly ambiguously, and everyone echoed for a while.

Yun is not angry, this Qinghezi is indeed an adulterer, but although this woman still has charm and disturbs her hands, she is obviously not a pure embryo, he wants to see how this farce ends.

The woman was not angry, raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of silver needles had been shot, straight to the Adam's apple of the green crane. Seeing that the silver needle was coming quickly, Qinghezi turned around quickly, quickly lowered his head and looked sideways, walked back and forth, and finally escaped this catastrophe by blocking left and kicking right.

The Sanssouci Palace Master didn't seem to be willing to give up, snorted lightly, flicked his sleeves, and released more needles with "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh".

Qinghezi couldn't help but turn pale, where could he still parry, in a panic, a figure volleyed down, blocking in front of him, and then the man flicked his sleeve forward, and before everyone could see it clearly, he had collected all the hidden weapons in his sleeve, everyone was surprised, only then did he see the face of the person who came, and hurriedly shouted: "It's the helper, the helper, the helper has arrived!"

Yun froze and saw that the person who came was about fifty years old, with a gray beard and a blue shirt, although it was a little shabby, but his face was cold, and he faintly revealed a domineering spirit that was not angry and self-threatening.

"Amitabha, good, good! Heaven has the virtue of a good life, so why should the benefactor take people's lives?"

I don't know when, an old monk with white hair came out from the side, but seeing that the old monk was in good spirits, with light steps and a kind face, he was not as obscene as the monks in the ancient temple.

"Joke, when did this monk and the one who asked for food eat a pot of rice?" said the master of Sanssouci Palace, raising his eyebrows and saying with a clear smile.

"The poor monk's name is enlightened, which makes the palace master smile," the old monk stepped forward, still smiling and squinting, and continued with his hands together, "The martial arts in the world are a family, why did the palace master say this?"

"Gang Master Mu, this demon woman is not slow to speak, and she actually openly provokes my beggar gang and insults the reputation of the gang leaders," Qinghezi came back to his senses for a while, hurriedly rushed to the blue-clothed elder, bent down and complained: "The little one is really angry, and she reasoned with her, but I didn't expect this evil woman to highlight the poisonous hand, fortunately the helper you rescued in time, otherwise the small one, I'm afraid ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything for the beggars and the gang leaders anymore......"

At this time, Qinghezi choked with tears, and seemed to hold the hand of the elder in blue involuntarily, looking excited, arguing with the fierceness in the gambling room and alley before. Yun Xiaoxiao saw it clearly, and couldn't help but smile secretly: This Qinghezi is really a character, his eyes were still shining lewdly just now, but now he has tears in his eyes, just like that one is debauched, this one is a filial son. Oh, where is this complaining, it's clearly asking for credit, why don't you just say straightforwardly, 'You know no, when this female devil is making a lot of nonsense, only I, Qinghezi, stepped forward and took risks, so that I almost gave my life, you can tell me, am I very well-behaved and obedient?' Then I thought: This life-saving grace, that is, reborn parents, people don't say that they are filial sons, it doesn't hurt to be a filial grandson!

Thinking about it, Yun felt so funny, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only hold his breath and look back.

The blue-clothed elder didn't seem to be a reasonable person, and in the face of the green crane's painful complaint, he just took out his other hand and raised his hand, and the green crane consciously stood back in place, and then, as well as the silver needles that had just been held in their sleeves, the difference was that they were going to the master of Sanssouci Palace at the moment, as if they were returning along the way.

"Return to Zhao!" shouted the blue-clothed elder.

The master of Sanssouci Palace did not dodge, and danced his sleeves, as if he was working three or five times, only to see that between the clothes and belts, those silver needles were pierced on the trees on the side one by one.

"The things sent out by this palace will not be returned!" "The master of the Sanssouci Palace smiled indifferently, but his words were soaked with ruthlessness.

"Amitabha, the enemy is easy to solve and not easy to knot, all the donors, why be angry?......" The old monk was about to speak.

"Shut up, you old bald donkey!" Worry-free brushed his sleeves and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Praise your scriptures, recite your Buddha well, don't really take yourself as a living Buddha to save the world, indiscriminately show mercy, this palace has no time to listen to your teachings! If you annoy me, even if the Buddha Lord comes, I will also send him back to the West Heaven Bliss!"

"This nasty stinky monk! I want to send him to his grandmother's lower eighteen layers of hell!" Yun scolded in his heart, "This enemy is 'easy to knot and not easy to solve', stupid!" "The monks of the ancient temple have seen it, Yun Pingsheng hated the monk the most, what to eat fasting and chanting Buddha, full of Amitabha Buddha is all nonsense, in fact, it is a group of humble villains who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble everything, deceive good and fear evil.