On Suzaku Street, the scorching sun is gradually setting in the west. The two figures quickly intertwined, and then separated in an instant.

Guarding the South Gate Yamen on both sides of Suzaku Street, the earlier saw the thrilling, the blood boiled, stunned to see for a full day, to now, are already in groups of three or five, gathered together, whispering homely things.

Also, the two of them were almost in a stalemate on Suzaku Street for a day, but after all, no one could help anyone.

If you want to say it, who can be better, it must be the great eunuch Feng Yuanyi, and no matter what the injuries in his body are now, just the previous few heavenly handicrafts, so that those quick eyes to see the number of moves, but they are all from the hands of this great eunuch.

may have been a little angry, Bukong never took a step closer, nor did he take a step back, which also brought some trouble to Feng Yuanyi, but unfortunately, if you want to really hurt this eunuch, Bukong obviously can't do it.

After this fight and separation in an instant, Feng Yuanyi seemed to be more and more happy, and even the hand holding the scimitar couldn't help but follow the movement of the qi in his body, and then come up with a move that could turn the world upside down.

Turning around and continuing to face the void, Feng Yuanyi gently waved the hem of his shirt and raised his knife to prepare for another battle.

Bukong gasped deeply, and for the first time today, he looked at Feng Yuanyi with an extremely serious gaze, and then raised his hand and shook it gently.

"Don't fight?" Feng Yuanyi spoke a little yin and yang, but his feet were very honest, and the scimitar in his hand slowly fell. However, he didn't fully believe in Bukong, and his eyes were still a little vigilant.

"Cut, old gelding, Lao Tzu has been fighting with you in this place for a day, and you are still not satisfied?" Bukong pouted and continued: "Besides, Ning Buer and that kid, after all, did not die under your hands, and they can't really fight with you." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yuanyi relaxed slightly.

"Also, it's not early, I have to find a place to eat some fast. Bukong was already about to turn around, and the Hidden Bladefish spun around, and was waved by his big sleeve, and disappeared without a trace.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to come to the imperial capital, and you've been the first in recent years. Feng Yuanyi saw that Bukong was about to leave, and slowly put away his knife and said.

"Alright, old gelding, I think you know better than I do, and it's not a good thing to hold on. ”

As he spoke, Bukong had already begun to walk in the direction of the city gate, and he didn't know where to stealthily pull out a wine gourd, cover it with his sleeve, and quietly take a sip.

"Refreshing. As the liquor entered his stomach, he immediately shouted. I don't know if I am praising this wine for drinking freely, or if it is a hearty battle on Suzaku Street today.

Still staring at the distant Bukong with his eyes, Feng Yuanyi's breathing gradually increased, and his left hand finally slowly let go of the hilt under the crook of his arm, and he was no longer waiting for it.

"Poof. A mouthful of black blood, flowing along the reverse flow of qi, was like a flood that burst the embankment, staining the ground in front of Feng Yuanyi.

After all, he still suffered some injuries, and they were all minor injuries, which were harmless. His Feng Yuanyi's waist was still straight, wiped the corners of his mouth clean, and raised a strange smile.

Then he turned around and walked towards the imperial city.

Until he walked out of the city gate, his pace suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, he had disappeared outside the city gate, and there was no trace of him.

Occasionally, from inside the city gate, a few people who secretly watched outside, their eyes were straight, and a sigh resounded on both sides of Suzaku Street.

It was almost dusk, and these catchers only needed to return to the north and south yamen, tell their superiors about today's events, and then turn around and go home, holding their wives and children to sleep.

Carefree, this is the capture of the imperial capital, the life of the imperial capital, comfortable and comfortable.

There is no need to worry about the sudden arrival of foreign enemies in the city, no need to worry about drought and floods, and no need to worry about whether the money in your pocket is enough for food and clothing today. There are no beggars in the imperial capital, and the most inferior servants can mix and flourish anywhere in the Tang Dynasty when they leave the imperial capital.

Bukong walked out for a long time, there were almost no people around, and the sky gradually darkened, a round of crescent moon, hanging upside down in the sky, only then under the hazy moonlight, there was a slight pause.

He bent his waist and propped his hands on the trunks of the two big trees in front of him, and there was a pool of blood on the ground between the two big trees.

Take two heavy breaths, and then gradually level off. Bukong got up, straightened his waist, took out the wine gourd, took a sip of spirits, and showed a few smiles on his face.

In the entire territory of the Tang Dynasty, the characters who can support Feng Yuanyi for so long, except for some heaven and earth creation powerhouses who are high above, no more than two hands, he does not occupy a seat.

Don't think that there are a lot of two hands, looking at the Tang Dynasty, there are thousands of masters in the Holy Realm, counting those hidden between the mountains and forests and the market, there may be five figures.

Among the nearly five figures, there are only less than two hands of the strong people in the rivers and lakes, who dare to fight with him Feng Yuanyi like this. What's more, he still opened and closed all of Feng Yuanyi's moves, but I am afraid that he is the only one Feng Yuanyi.

He continued to swagger on, and it was not long before he reached the familiar temple door.

It was also inside the temple, with an old monk with pale eyebrows and beards, tapping on the cloud board. From the main hall ran out of the two monks, one big and one small, the big one is not very big, at most twenty-six or seventeen years old, and the younger one is the monk who opened the door to welcome guests before.

The two monks hurriedly ran behind the old monk, clasped their hands together, walked politely, and murmured in unison, "Master." ”

The old monk put away the cloud board, put one hand across his chest, and lowered his white eyebrows and white beard, making it difficult to see his face, and the old monk waved his hand, which was in the direction of the hall.

The two monks understood in their hearts and hurriedly ran towards the dining hall.

The old monk seemed to remember that there was a guest today, and he hurriedly sped up a few steps and entered the dining hall.

In the wing room on one side of the temple, Guo Xiaojiu was lying on his back on the bed, and the wound in front of him had been treated, and there was no major problem.

Ning Buji sat on the threshold, looking at the sky in the night, alone in a daze.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the old monk was the first to meet Ning Buer's eyes, and the old monk smiled and nodded slightly. Behind him was the youngest monk, the little monk, holding a wooden plate with two bowls of rice on top of it.

It wasn't until he got close to the door of the wing room, in front of Ning Buer, that Ning Buer hurriedly got up to greet him.

The old monk was polite, said a Buddha name, and then turned slightly sideways and let the little monk enter the wing room first.

The little monk understood the old monk's meaning very well, put the fasting meal away, and hurriedly walked out of the side room, and under the old monk's eyes, he ran quickly towards the dining hall.

"Donor, this temple has some inconsiderate hospitality, I hope you will forgive me. The old monk said politely again.

"The abbot is really out of sight. Guo Xiaojiu had already gotten out of bed, and originally wanted to greet the old monk, but he still felt a little unwell, and finally chose to give up.

Ning Buer glanced at him, slowly walked to his side, and did not speak, which was enough to give him Guo Xiaojiu's face.

This flattered Guo Xiaojiu, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"The poor monk is called Mida Mountain. When Mi Tuoshan said this, his face was a little solemn: "The little apprentice of the poor monk just now can't, and there is a disciple of the poor monk in the temple, and the Dharma name is not pure." ”

At this point, Mituoshan no longer planned to continue, and lowered his head a little stupidly, and pointed to the food on the table: "It's all some ordinary fasting meals in this temple, if you are not used to eating, you can mention it to the poor monk, and the poor monk will try to meet the two donors." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. Guo Xiaojiu felt a little strange, there were only three monks in this huge temple, but he didn't immediately ask the doubts in his heart, so he hurriedly waved his hand to signal that they would definitely be able to eat: "On the contrary, we should thank the abbot." ”

It is true that he Guo Xiaojiu has been wandering around the rivers and lakes for a few days, not to mention the hardships he suffered with Han Changli earlier, and in those days after that, there was no meal, and there was a ready-made meal in front of him, so he naturally did not have any habit of eating.

Not to mention Ning Buer, she was originally a disciple of the Daomen, and her ordinary life was not much better than in this temple.

Midasan nodded, did not continue to stay in the wing, and was polite again, and then turned to leave.

Outside the temple gate, Bukong carefully inspected his body, and indeed there was no smell of wine, and the wine gourd had long been hidden, and the hidden blade had not been exposed.

Only then did he nod slightly, dared to walk up to the temple door, and prepared to lightly buckle the door knocker.

As soon as his hand was on the door knocker, the temple gate slowly opened, Mida Mountain lowered his eyes, stared at him, and opened his mouth to reprimand in a low voice: "Rebel, do you still know to come back?"