The gray-clothed monk calmly bowed down to him and said: "Who has made great achievements in ancient times, which one has not gone through a lot of hardships? Han Gaozu has the difficulty of Bai Deng seeking peace, and Tang Gaozu has the humiliation of surrendering to the Turks. ”

Fang Qingluan knelt to be taught, terrified: "This monk seems to know my ambitions, and he actually compares them to the founding masters of the Han Dynasty and Tang Gaozu. said: "Fang Qingluan knows that he is wrong!"

The gray-clothed monk said, "Get up!" Fang Qingluan kowtowed respectfully three times and stood up.

The gray-clothed monk said: "Your Qingshanju's family martial arts are magical and exquisite, unparalleled in the world, but you haven't learned home, is it really inferior to the 'shadowless sword intent' of the Ququ Xiao skill?" Stretching out his index finger, Ling Xuan nodded three times.

At this time, Lu Changfeng and Ba Tianshi were standing next to Lu Qian, Lu Changfeng had already sealed the acupoints around Lu Qian's wound with a yang finger, Ba Tianshi was about to take out the judge's pen from his shoulder, but the gray-clothed monk pointed to the wind, and the two of them fell down as soon as their chests were numb, and then the judge's pen jumped out of Lu Qian's shoulder, slapped it, and inserted it into the ground.

After Lu Changfeng and Ba Tianshi fell, they immediately turned over and jumped up, and they couldn't help but be shocked. This gray-clothed monk is obviously merciful, otherwise these two virtual points would have taken the lives of two people.

I only heard the gray-clothed monk say loudly: "This is your Fang family's 'Ginseng Finger'!"

Back then, the old man learned from your ancestors, but he only knew a little bit and learned some skins, and I don't know how many other wonderful martial arts there are in the green shirts. Hehe, could it be that with the slightest skill of your young man, you have created the name of the Tsing Yi Ju clan's 'Imperial Form with Qi, and the Four Wilds Look at You'?"

The group of heroes was originally shocked by the prestige of the "boy in green shirts", but when he saw Fang Qingluan defeated by Lu Qian, and then defeated by Xiao Wangchun, he thought in his heart: "It is better to be famous than to meet!" Although it cannot be said that it is a waste of fame, it is not necessarily shocking to the world, and the art covers the contemporary. ”

When I saw that the gray-clothed monk showed this miraculous skill, and heard him say that he had only learned some of the fur of the "Shenhe Finger" of Tsing Yi Ju, I couldn't help but rebirth and respect the four characters of "Tsing Yi Gong", but everyone wondered in their hearts: "Who is this gray man and what does he have to do with Tsing Yi Ju?"

The gray-clothed monk turned around and said to Xiao Wangchun Heshi: "The laughing hero has outstanding martial arts, and he really deserves his reputation, and the old man wants to learn a few tricks!"

Xiao Wangchun had been wary for a long time, and when he joined together to salute, he immediately returned the salute with his fists and said, "Don't dare!" The two internal forces collided, and the two of them shook slightly at the same time.

At this moment, a black-clothed figure suddenly swooped down in mid-air, like a big eagle, and landed right between the gray-clothed monk and Xiao Wangchun. This man fell from the sky suddenly, abruptly, everyone was amazed, shouted together, and when his feet fell to the ground, he saw clearly, it turned out that he was pulling a long rope in his hand, and the other end of the long rope was tied to the top of a big tree more than ten zhang away. I saw that this person was bald and black-robed, and he was also a monk, covered with black cloth, and only showed a pair of cold and electric eyes.

The two black-clothed and gray-clothed monks stood opposite each other, and after a long while, neither of them spoke. The group saw that these two monks were very tall, but the black-clothed monk was more burly, and the gray-clothed monk was extremely thin.

Only Xiao Wangchun liked it and was grateful, he had recognized it from the black-clothed monk's long rope that swept from afar, and he had recognized it as the black-clothed man who saved his life in Erlongzhuang that day.

At that time, the big man in black was wearing a felt hat and lay clothes, but now he has changed into a monk's clothes. At this moment, among the heroes gathered on Shaomu Mountain, many of them had participated in the meeting of Erlongzhuang that day, but at that time, the black-clothed man disappeared at a glance, and no one could see his figure clearly, so naturally he couldn't recognize him at this time.

After a long time, the two monks in black and gray suddenly said at the same time: "You ......" But as soon as the word "you" came out, the two monks immediately stopped. After a while, the gray-clothed monk said, "Who are you?"

The black-clothed monk said, "Who are you?"

Listening to the black-clothed monk say these four words, the group said in their hearts: "This monk has an old voice, and it turns out that he is also an old monk." ”

Xiao Wangchun heard that this voice was the tone of the big man who taught him in the barren mountains that day, and his heart beat violently, and he just wanted to go up and recognize each other immediately and thank him for saving his life.

The gray-clothed monk said: "You have been hiding in Honghua Temple for decades, for what?"

The black-clothed monk said: "I was about to ask you, what are you hiding in Honghua Temple for decades?"

As soon as the two monks said these words, the Shaolin monks from the abbot of Xuanci down were all surprised, and everyone looked at each other, thinking: "How come these two old monks have been in this temple for decades, but I don't know at all? Is there really such a thing?"

I only heard the gray-clothed monk say: "I hid in Honghua Temple, in order to find something. ”

The black-clothed monk said: "I hid in Honghua Temple, also to find something. What I was looking for has been found, and what you are looking for has been found. Otherwise, we will compete in three battles, and we should be outstanding. ”

The gray-clothed monk said: "Yes, the martial arts are really rare in the next life, and can it be compared today?"

The black-clothed monk said: "Brother also admires Your Excellency's martial arts very much, so if you continue to compare, I am afraid that it will not be easy to distinguish the victory from defeat." ”

Everyone overheard that the two monks were addressed with "Your Excellency, brother", not the words of the monks, and they were even more confused.

The gray-clothed monk said: "You and I admire each other, there is no need to compete anymore." ”

The black-clothed monk said, "Very good." The two monks nodded, walked together under a big tree, sat side by side, closed their eyes, and stopped talking as if they were in a state of flux.

Fang Qingluan was ashamed and grateful, and pondered: "This senior monk knows my ancestors, I don't know if it is my grandfather or my father? "Stand aside at the moment, don't dare to bother, wait for the gray-clothed monk to stand up, and then go up to receive the lesson.

Han Ning'er thought that he was just about to kill herself, but at this time, she was frightened, pulled his sleeve, and tears flowed down. Fang Qingluan was bored, but she had good intentions, but it was inconvenient to throw her sleeves and break her away.

The two monks in gray and black appeared one after another, until they went to meditate under the tree, Huihao and Ding Mohan were always fighting in the drama. At this time, the eyes of the heroes turned to the two of them.

Ju Jian, one of the four concubines of Qingling, suddenly remembered something, walked up to the eighteen black-ring warriors, and said, "My master is fighting with people, and he needs to drink some wine to increase his strength. ”

A Khitan warrior said: "There is a lot of wine here, so the girl can use it." As he spoke, he lifted two large leather bags.

Ju Jian smiled: "Thank you, my master doesn't drink much, and one bag is enough." ”

Lifting a bag of spirits, he pulled out the wooden cork on the bag, slowly approached the place where Huihao and Ding Mohan were fighting, and shouted: "Master, you give the hundred-year-old monster immortality curse, you have to use some wine!"

Mei Lanzhu Sanshu clapped her hands and shouted, "Sister Ju, wonderful!"

Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice behind the hillside singing delicately: "A branch of dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan break the intestines in vain." I am Yang Guifei, good wine, good wine, the slave family is drunk and agarwood pavilion is also!"

Huihao and Ding Mohan fought for a long time, and there was no way to control him, and he heard that the men and women under the Qingling Palace asked him to deal with the "longevity curse", and when he saw that the chrysanthemum sword was shot with wine, he immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful, only to see nine people turn out from behind the mountain, it was Qin Dian Kang Guangling, chess demon Fan Bailing, nerdy Gou Reading, painting maniac Wu Lingjun, divine doctor Liang Wuhua, skillful craftsman Feng Asan, Shi Qinglu, drama fan Li puppet and other "Hangu Eight Friends".

When these eight people saw Hui Hao and Ding Mohan fighting each other and fighting heartily, they immediately shouted in unison: "Uncle Master of the Sect has shown his magic today, kill Ding Mohan quickly, and avenge our ancestor and master!"

At that time, the liquor in Ju Jian's hand was still shooting towards Hui Hao, her martial arts were mediocre, and some of them were sprayed at Ding Mohan.

The hundred-year-old monster fought evilly, tossing and turning for half an hour, but he felt that the other party was wonderful, and he was forced to hold his hands and feet, and all kinds of evil magic could not be used.

At this time, Huihao's whole body was open, thousands of wine points flew in, and he didn't touch his clothes, so he had already knocked his internal strength away, and he heard the sound of "ahhhhh

When Ding Mohan turned the wine into raindrops, every drop was already poisonous. Ju Jian stood closer, was covered in poisonous rain, and immediately fell to the ground.