Kang Guangling said: "I think he thinks you are lowly and disdains to poison." Uncle Master, I see how much skill you can have at your young age? Although the method of curing injuries and poisons is good, it is also taught to you by my master, but it is nothing, and the old thief will not look at you in his eyes. ”

When he said this, he suddenly thought that it would be not polite to say this, and he hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, I tell you the truth, maybe you will be strange, but even if you want to be strange, I still think that your martial arts are probably not very good." ”

Hui Hao said: "You are right, my martial arts are extremely low, Ding Lao thief...... Sins and sins, the little monk speaks evil words, commits the 'evil mouth precept', and is not like a Buddhist disciple...... Na Ding Mo Han Ding Shi did not disdain to kill me. ”

Hui is sincere and simple, Kang Guangling is not familiar with world affairs, and he didn't expect that Ding Mohan sneaked into the wooden house and heard that Su Bancheng was teaching the method of curing injuries and poisons, how could he not plot against Hui Hao?

How can I see that his martial arts are lowly and he disdains to kill? The "Three Smiles and Loose Scattering" is to send poison with internal force and bomb it on the other party's body, and Ding Mohan is in the wooden house, and he uses his internal force to bomb the "Three Smiles and Loose Scattered" to Su Bancheng and Huihao, and later uses this to harm Huiming.

After the vicious battle in Su Bancheng, he was exhausted, Hui Ming's internal strength was exhausted, and the two were poisoned one after another. Huihao has only gained more than 70 years of miraculous skills, Ding Mohan's internal strength has not yet reached his body, and he has already rebounded, and all the poison has been added to Su Bancheng's body, but Huihao has not been infected at all.

When Ding Mohan was fighting head-on with people, he didn't dare to make the "three smiles scattered", so he was afraid that the opponent's internal strength would rebound from the poison.

Kang Guangling said: "Uncle Shi, this is yours. Yaotian Divine Vein is the saint in the Dao, and he is alone, how free and easy is that? You are the head of this sect, and no one in the whole world can control you. You took off your robe as soon as you could, grew your hair, and married him seventeen or eighteen girls. What kind of Buddhism does he care about and what kind of Buddhism does he not have? What kind of evil and good precepts?"

When he said a word, Hui Hao recited a sentence of "Amitabha Buddha", and when he finished speaking, Hui Hao said, "In front of me, never again utter such blasphemous words against my Buddha." You have something to tell me, what the hell are you going to say?"

Kang Guangling said: "Ah, you see I'm really confused, I've been talking for a long time, but I haven't gotten to the point." Uncle Master, when you are old in the future, don't learn from me. Oops, awful, diverged again, still didn't get to the point, damn it. Uncle Master, I ask you for a big thing, please give your permission. ”

Hui Hao said: "If you want my permission to do anything, then you don't dare to do it." ”

Kang Guangling said: "Alas! If you don't ask for the permission of the head of the sect, who will you ask to go? Eight of our brothers and sisters were expelled from the door wall for the master back then, and it was not that we made any mistakes, but that the master was afraid that the old thief Ding would harm us, and he couldn't bear to stab the deaf ears and cut off the tongues of the eight of us, so he made this decision. ”

"The master has withdrawn his order today, and he has asked us to re-enter the master's door, but he has not given the head of the sect, has not made a big gift, and he is not an official disciple of the sect, so he has to ask the head of the sect to promise Jin Yan. Otherwise, the eight of us will still be lonely souls and wild ghosts with no sect to death, and we can't raise our heads in the martial arts, which is not a good feeling!"

Hui Hao thought to himself: "I will never do this head of the 'Yaotian Divine Vein', but if I don't agree to him, this old man doesn't know how long he will be entangled, so he can only agree first." ”

Then he said: "Since the Venerable Master has allowed you to rearrange the door wall, you have naturally returned to the teacher's door, what are you worried about?"

Kang Guangling was overjoyed, turned around and shouted: "Senior brother, junior sister, the head of the family has allowed us to return to the master!"

The remaining seven people in the "Eight Friends of Hangu" were all overjoyed, and the second chess fan Fan Baili, the third nerd Gou Reading, the fourth Danqing famous player Wu Lingjun, the fifth Saihua Tuo Liangwuhua, the sixth skillful craftsman Feng Asan, the seventh flower charm Shi Qingfeng, and the eighth Li puppet who loves to sing, came over to thank the master uncle, remembering that the master could not see the eight people return to the master, and cried bitterly.

Hui Hao was extremely embarrassed, seeing everything, he was calling himself a "master uncle" to take a step deeper, knocking nails and turning his feet, and it was becoming more and more difficult to get rid of. Isn't it ridiculous that he is a famous and authentic Shaolin disciple, but he wants to be the head of some evil sect?

Seeing that Fan Baili and the others were overjoyed, if he raised objections to the title of "head", he would inevitably spoil the scenery, and he had no choice but to shake his head and smile bitterly.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Fang Qingluan, Lu Qian, Han Ning'er, the six monks of Huizi, and the bodies of Hui Ming were gone, and in the pine forest on this ridge, there were only nine people left in his Yaotian Divine Vein, and he exclaimed: "Huh! Where have they gone?"

Wu Lingjun said: "Fang Gongzi and the senior monks of the Shaolin faction have gone their separate ways when they see us talking endlessly!"

Hui Hao shouted: "Ouch!" He wanted to catch up with Hui Fang and the others, go back to Shaolin together, and tell the abbot and his own master;

He walked fast for half an hour, running faster and faster, and never saw the six monks of Huizi. He has been the old man Yaotian for more than 70 years, running fast, faster than the horse, just off the ridge has passed the head of the six monks of Huizi.

He only said that the six monks of Huizi were in front of him, and he tried his best to catch up, but he didn't know that in a hurry, he didn't see the six monks at the corner of the mountain pass, and a few ups and downs had left them far behind.

Hui Hao chased until the evening, still did not see the trace of the six uncles, so strange, guessed that it was a fork in the road, re-traveled back and ran more than 20 miles, asked passers-by, no one saw six monks.

Walking back and forth like this, I didn't feel tired at all, seeing that it was dark, my stomach was hungry, and I walked to a restaurant in a town, sat down and asked for two bowls of somen noodles.

The noodles couldn't be cooked for a while, so Megumi couldn't help but look around on the avenue outside the store, and suddenly heard a clear voice beside him say, "Monk, are you waiting for someone?"

Hui turned around, and saw a young man in a green shirt sitting on the seat by the window in the west, with beautiful eyebrows and starry eyes, white skin, and very beautiful appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking at him with a smile to himself.

Hui Hao said: "Exactly, may I ask the little minister, do you see the six monks?"

The young man said, "I didn't see six monks, but one monk did." ”

Hui Hao said: "Well, a monk, may I ask where I met Xianggong." ”

The young man said, "I saw it in this hotel." ”

Hui Hao thought to himself: "A monk, then it is not Hui Fang's master and they are all done." But even as a monk, maybe you can get some news. ”。

He asked, "Excuse me, what does the monk look like, how old is he, and where is he going?"

The young man smiled and said, "This monk has a high forehead and big ears, a wide mouth and thick lips, and his nostrils are facing the sky, he is about twenty-three or four years old, he is waiting for two bowls of somen noodles in this restaurant, and he has not yet left." ”