Jiang Anyang did not go directly to the main entrance of the inn, but after asking the room number, he climbed to the window of Peng Qianwu's room, the window was not locked, and he gently opened a crack, and saw that Peng Qizi was changing Peng Qianwu's clothes. Qi walked through the meridians, crossed the twelve-story building, and performed the combination of nine dragons, and a strong force hit the bed. Peng Qianwu was a generation of grandmasters, and he sensed the danger and stood up to protect Peng Qizi. Before Peng Qizi could react, the two of them were beaten out by a huge force. "Dad, how are you?" Peng Qizi wanted to help him, Peng Qianwu spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "Hurry up." "Dad, let's go together, I'll carry you on my back." Jiang Anyang said in his heart: "Hey, I actually carried it hard, and I made another move." "The combination of Kowloon can hit objects in the air, and the moves are hidden, making people unguardable.

When the two were entangled, Jiang Anyang consumed fifty points of internal force to make another move, but Peng Qizi did not dodge, and this palm beat him half to death. Jiang Anyang jumped in through the window, and when Peng Qianwu saw him, "Who are you? Why are the Nine Dragons combined?" As he spoke, he threw out a few flying needles in his hand, only to see Jiang Anyang take out the True Martial Sword to block it. "Master Peng, you are still so bad at an old age, you deserve to have today. "Peng Qianwu was seriously injured, and at this time, he had more air out and less air intake. "Tell me, why do you have nine dragons?" "Go down and ask Zhao Xinchuan." Jiang Anyang raised his sword and stabbed him, and Peng Qianwu broke out on the verge of death, "Sure enough, it's that rebel, die with me today." The two made a few moves, and Peng Qianwu hugged Jiang Anyang, "Son, go quickly." Jiang Anyang said: "You can't go anywhere." The hilt of the True Martial Sword slammed heavily on Peng Qianwu's heart.

Hearing only a crack in the bone, Peng Qianwu spit out a mouthful of blood. Ma Dan, still don't let go. smashed it again, kicked Peng Qianwu out with a heartwarming kick, and a generation of grandmasters died like this. Peng Qizi screamed, "I'll fight with you." The strength of the two was equal, but Jiang Anyang sneaked up first, Peng Qizi was injured, and was finally caught and knocked unconscious by Jiang Anyang. The next day, the newspaper reported on the vendetta murder at the Yuelai Inn. And Fang Qimo was dressed in a military uniform and surrounded Mingguang Temple with several teams of soldiers, Rusong hurriedly came out to greet him, "Amitabha, what is the donor going to do?" Fang Qimo folded his hands and saluted in return, and said: "Master, if you make trouble in your next home, you need something to suppress it, and I hope that the master will be fulfilled." "Don't want the donor to want anything?" Fang Qimo said with a straight face: "The golden Buddha in the main hall." Rusong's face changed: "No." ”

Fang Qimo clapped his hands, and the adjutant brought a small box. Fang Qimo stretched out his hand to open it, and there were 20 small yellow croakers neatly placed inside, shining in the sun. Rusong only glanced at it, then hurriedly closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha in a low voice, while the little monk behind him stared at him with wide eyes, when had he seen so much money. Fang Qimo smiled, "Master, it's convenient for you to be with others, this amount of sesame oil is enough for you to build several Buddha statues, what do you think?" Rusong said: "The donor is generous, but the little monk can't accept it, and you can't move the Buddha statue." Fang Qimo sneered, "You monk is so dissatisfied, don't you think you have less money, okay, this young marshal is doubling." This is all right?" Ru Song opened his eyes, his eyes shining, "If the donor tells the poor monk who wants this golden Buddha, then it will not hurt you." ”

"This... Seeing that Fang Qimo's face was embarrassed, he retreated left and right, "Don't worry, if it enters my ears, no third party will know." Seeing that everyone was walking away, Fang Qimo whispered the matter. Rusong whispered to the Buddha, "The donor can take the golden Buddha away, but the promised sesame oil money is not less." Fang Qimo was amused, "Okay, you are a big monk, you didn't tell the news when you knew it, and you also got a lot of sesame oil money." Rusong smiled bitterly: "The donor took the Golden Buddha, and there will be many fewer pilgrims in the future, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation." Fang Qimo didn't want to say more to him, "Come on, move the Golden Buddha away for me, it's all light, it's broken, Lao Tzu will collapse you." Jiang Anyang, who was on the side, handed over a letter and a booklet to Yan Ming, hoping that he could hand it over to Wu Xinyue on his behalf, Yan Ming smiled and said, "What is this? ”

Jiang Anyang Yile, "Brother Ming, don't make fun of me, this is a poem that Miss Wu asked me to write for her, so that she can take it out and read it at the next poetry meeting." Yan Ming also smiled, "I'm getting more and more confused about you young people, okay, I'll send it to Xiaoyue when I go back." "Okay, thank you, Brother Ming. At noon, Jiang Anyang invited Liu Xiaodao and a few people to dinner, "Xiaodao, what did you think about what I told you last time?" Liu Xiaodao put the bowl down, "My mother doesn't agree with me going, but don't worry, I will definitely go after my mother passes away." Jiang Anyang nodded with some regret, then looked at the other children and said, "What about you, do you want to go?" A thin child raised his hand, "Brother Yang, I want to go."

Jiang Anyang glanced at him and remembered that he was originally a rich child, but later his family fell into the middle of the road, and his parents died one after another, so he came to this dock to help with one of his children, and he couldn't earn a few dollars a day, that is, he ate a lot of food. "What's your name?" the boy said, "My name is Zhang Guozhong, and my father hopes that I can serve the country when I grow up." Jiang Anyang praised: "Okay, sit down and eat, and you can go with me in a while." After eating, Jiang Anyang first took him to wash up and get new clothes, and then took him to the newspaper office and saw Mo Ruyu who was busy. Mo Ruyu was very happy when she saw him, "Why are you here, come in and sit." "Okay, I'm sorry for you, Sister Yu. Mo Ruyu glanced at him, with a different style, "Be polite to me." Mo Ruyu poured them a cup of tea, "Great poet, is there anything to do with me?" Jiang Anyang looked at her embarrassedly, in fact, he liked this bookish girl a little, but he was not in this world

People in the world, instead of missing, it is better to be nostalgic.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Anyang said: "I'm going to leave Shanghai Tang, go out for a while, maybe a few years, or maybe I won't come back." Mo Ruyu's face changed, "Now that the traffic is so developed, where are you, just go back and give me a letter." Jiang Anyang shook his head and said: "This time I went down the mountain to travel through the red dust, but it is not good to stay in one place." I'm here to say goodbye to you and ask for a favor by the way. Mo Ruyu tried not to let the tears flow, "Okay, you say." Jiang Anyang put his arm around Zhang Guozhong's shoulders and said: "His name is Zhang Guozhong, I want him to apply for the military academy, but there is no way out, so I thought that Sister Yu has many friends, so she can introduce me to a few." Mo Ruyu nodded and said, "This is no problem, just go back and ask my dad to write a letter of introduction." "That's troublesome. By the way, I wrote a few poems as I recalled, you can look at it, I hope to pass the test. ”

Mo Ruyu took the booklet and flipped through it and closed it, she just wanted to cry now, how could she be in the mood to read poetry! What a great poet writes will definitely pass. Jiang Anyang smiled, he was also very sad, but he hid it well. looked at Zhang Guozhong beside him and said: "Guozhong, you have to remember what I say now, you have to study hard when you go to the military academy, there will be a big battle in the future, and then it will be the time for you to contribute." Zhang Guozhong nodded obediently, "Got it, Brother Yang." "Well, you will follow Sister Mo in the future, if someone bullies Sister Mo, don't care who he is, beat him up first, understand?" Zhang Guozhong glanced at Mo Ruyu, "Understood." Mo Ruyu laughed, "What are you talking nonsense about Guozhong." Jiang Anyang said seriously: "I'm talking about how he should protect you, and now Guozhong will be handed over to you." I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. ”

Jiang Anyang walked very simply, he was afraid that seeing Mo Ruyu cry would make him even more sad. Then he went to the post office and sent an email to He An, and after he was done, it was almost dark, and he hurried to the No. 2 warehouse at the dock, Fang Qimo had already transported the golden Buddha over. There are also many gunmen in ambush around, as long as the antidote is in hand, Jiang Anyang will be shot immediately. I believe that even if his martial arts are superb, he is definitely not an opponent of guns, seeing Jiang Anyang coming alone, Fang Qimo smiled coldly, "I will bring the golden Buddha you want, the antidote." "Jiang Anyang looked at the Golden Buddha with the eye of reconnaissance, it was true. Then he took out a shell gun from his waist and knocked Fang Qimo and the others to the ground with a few clicks. Although he hadn't practiced any marksmanship, he could still hit at such a close distance, and this gun was taken from Peng Qianwu's drawer.

The sound of the gunshot will definitely alarm others, Jiang Anyang wanted to take the Golden Buddha away, and suddenly saw a black shadow attacking, and a Qi Mei stick was inserted in the concrete floor, dangerous, if he didn't dodge just now, this stick could stab him through. "Villain, can you be guilty?" Seeing Rusong walk out of the darkness, Jiang Anyang shook his head and said, "Master, you really shouldn't come." Rusong saw that he was pointing a gun at him, without fear, and persuaded: "Donor, put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore." Jiang Anyang smiled and said: "Master, did you ask He Anxia whether it was lewd or mercy to save Wang Xiangning? Then I will answer you now, mercy is the mercy in the mouths of everyone, not my mercy." As long as someone helps her, even if it is compassion, it will become what others call adultery. Rusong made a casual move, and the Qi Mei stick flew into his hand, "The donor's obsession is deep, so the poor monk is willing to be a demon arhat." ”

Jiang Anyang ran out of bullets in the gun in one go, but he didn't hit a single shot, Rusong turned into a bulletproof monk, and used a stick to bring out the power of a thousand jun, Jiang Anyang raised the real martial arts sword to block, but was hit upside down by a huge force and flew out, that force shook the real martial arts sword buzzing, such as Song raised a stick to attack, Jiang Anyang dodged left and right, the two were not at the same level at all, if it weren't for Rusong's mercy, Jiang Anyang would have died many times. Even if he was merciful, he was still seriously injured, Jiang Anyang dodged a stick, and the loose eyebrow stick hit into a cargo box, breaking the cargo box to pieces, but then a man covered in blood fell to the ground. Ru Song was stunned for a moment, "How can there be anyone here?" Taking advantage of his stunned efforts, Jiang Anyang walked to the Golden Buddha, "Master, I told you a long time ago that you shouldn't come." ”

Rusong understood, "You just deliberately wanted to kill this person by my hand because you were hiding in the cargo box, right?" Listening to the countdown in his ears, Jiang Anyang didn't answer, and waved his hand: "Goodbye, master." Then in front of Rusong, Jiang Anyang and the Golden Buddha disappeared together. Rusong thought he was dazzled at first, but when he looked closely, he found that there was really no one left, and he couldn't think about it much, dozens of gunmen rushed in, and when he saw Qimo lying on the ground, one said: "It was this monk who killed the young marshal, shoot quickly." Rusong had superb martial arts, and in the end he still died at gunpoint, and at the same time kept Jiang Anyang's secret.