The Wumei monk said: "Inviting the two brothers here today is a big matter to do. The footless scholar and the faceless Taoist said almost at the same time, "Please speak." "Both of them speak simply, they can say two words, never three words.

The Wumei monk said: "Huo Wei was killed in the old palace last night, and more than a dozen guards were injured. I heard the guards say that the murderer's martial arts skills were extremely high, and he only took Huo Wei's life in just a dozen moves. But who the murderer is and what he looks like, I can't see it clearly at night. Listening to the guard on duty at night, it seems that the man is looking for the assassination of the prince. Now in an extraordinary period, the prince's safety is more important, how can the thief succeed, so the little prince ordered someone to wake me up from the bed last night, so that the old monk will take the assassin within ten days, and promise to say that there will be a lot of rewards after the deed. Such a good thing, how could the old monk forget the two brothers, so he recommended two to the little prince, and the little prince heard the reputation of the two, and was willing to pay a lot of money. Before dawn, I passed the book to the two, the two were really believers, non-stop as promised, the old monk knew the temperament of the two, sure enough, I didn't see each other for a few years, and the two of them came to a big fight, which really opened the eyes of the old monk. After saying that, he laughed.

The Wumei monk glanced at the two of them and said, "What do you think about the appointment of the little prince?" The faceless Taoist looked at the footless scholar and said coldly: "I can do it if he does." The footless scholar also glanced at the faceless Taoist and said, "I can do it." The monk said: "In this way, both of them agreed." The footless scholar said: "How to proceed, please ask the monk to make it clear." The faceless humane: "There are many people talking, and it is not good to discuss things." The monk said, "This is very easy to do." As soon as he opened his round eyes, he shouted: "Everyone upstairs will roll down for me, don't disturb the Buddha's pure heart." ”

His voice was like a bell, fierce and vicious, and the people in the teahouse were so shocked that their ear drums were buzzing, and they dared to stay, and they got up one by one and left hurriedly. Zhu Xiangru heard him mention last night's incident, and knew that they were going to deal with him, and thought, "I want to see what you do?"

When the monk Wumei saw that someone didn't leave, he was furious in his heart, and he saw that it was the young man who looked at him when he went upstairs. stood up, walked in front of Zhu Xiangru, raised his palm and pressed it on the teacup on Li Xiangru's table, only to see that the teacup was silently embedded in the tabletop, and the mouth of the cup was flush with the tabletop. The eyebrowless monk showed this internal skill, and said proudly: "I see how you still drink?"

Zhu Xiangru smiled slightly, stretched out his right palm and slapped it on the table, an internal force passed straight over, and the teacup embedded in the table suddenly jumped out, and the tea in it did not spill a drop, Zhu Xiangru picked up the teacup, raised his head and took a sip, and looked at the eyebrow monk with a smile.

The monk without eyebrows just now deliberately wanted to show his martial arts and scare Zhu Xiangru away, but Zhu Xiangru's hand was several times more difficult than him pressing the cup into the table. Shocked in his heart, he asked, "Who are you kid?" Zhu Xiangru said lightly: "Jianghu people." The Wumei monk said: "This is my old monk's territory, and you may not be qualified to go wild if you want to." ”

Zhu Xiangru said: "What a big breath, could it be that the entire Kunming City is your family." I drink my tea, what's in the way of you?" Wumei monk is a greedy wine and meat monk, and the footless scholar and the faceless Taoist are collectively called the "Three Monsters of Yunnan", is the evil faction in the Tiannan area, over the years, Wu Sangui in order to enhance his power, dedicated to the strange people in the rivers and lakes, the Wumei monk entered the Pingxi palace five years ago, and has been serving under Wu Sangui's youngest son Wu Yinglin.

He is an invited guest of the palace, he has a martial arts, he drinks and prostitutes on weekdays, and is domineering, who is not afraid of him in Kunming City, but Zhu Xiangru, a young junior, did not put him in his eyes at all, and now he sees that Zhu Xiangru is so young, his martial arts are extremely strong, and he hesitated slightly, and then remembered that the three monsters gathered today, no matter how bad you are, can you still beat the three masters.

His courage increased, and he shouted at the moment: "Where did the little bastard come from, he dared to talk to the Buddha like this." If you don't like the Buddha, I will fulfill you. As soon as he stretched out his hand, his five fingers were wide open, and he came to grab Zhu Xiangru's shoulder, Zhu Xiangru picked up the teapot on the table, stuffed it into his hand, and said: "Do you want to drink tea, this is for you." The teapot just rushed into the boiling water, Wumei grabbed it in his hand, and called it out hotly, as soon as the palm of his hand was released, the teapot fell to the ground, Zhu Xiangru reached out and took the teapot in his hand and said: "Great monk, if you don't want to drink, you don't have to drop the teapot, you get angry at every turn, but it's not like a monk." ”

Wumei was furious, his arm was long, and he grabbed the Zen stick that was firmly next to the pillar in his hand, and swept towards Zhu Xiangru with a stick "whew", his Zen staff was about a foot long, and the mouth of the teacup was thick.

Zhu Xiangru did not move in the sitting position, and when the Zen stick swept to this point, he leaned back, the Zen stick brushed his cheeks, and the tea cup on the table was swept to pieces, scattering in all directions, Zhu Xiangru shouted: "It's so dangerous! Good Zen staff method!" The Wumei monk was very proud, and shouted: "You know it's amazing, quickly kowtow and beg for mercy, and the Buddha will let you live." ”

He said in his mouth, but the Zen staff in his hand did not stop, the shadow of the staff was heavy, and he had already swept out five or six sticks, but seeing him with a stick on the left and a stick on the right, the move hit Zhu Xiangru directly, Zhu Xiangru was on the seat, his buttocks did not leave for more than half a minute, his upper body flashed left and right, and he flashed in the shadow of the staff, shouting in his mouth, but the monk without eyebrows did not even hurt a single hair of his hair.

The eyebrow monk saw that he could hurt Zhu Xiangru every time, but it was always a little bit worse, and after seven or eight moves, he gradually became anxious, and when he saw Zhu Xiangru's hippie smiling face, he understood that he was deliberately playing, and he was even more angry. The Zen stick in his hand swept and smashed, and after a few moves, he still couldn't resist Zhu Xiangru.

The footless scholar and the faceless Taoist shook their heads again and again when they watched from the side, only to hear the footless scholar say: "Attack him!" The Wumei monk was stunned by anger before, and after he said it, he was empowered, his body was short, and the Zen staff swept towards Zhu Xiang's lower body, Zhu Xiangru laughed, his body soared, jumped up a few feet, and the chair under his buttocks was swept to pieces.

At this time, the people downstairs heard the fight upstairs, and the bold ones quietly walked to the staircase to see the excitement, and the shopkeeper knew that the teahouse was destroyed, and he was angry and anxious, and he only paused again and again.

The monk without eyebrows saw that Zhu Xiangru was in mid-air, and the staff method changed, and he made a move to "raise fire to tease the sky", and the Zen staff stabbed upwards obliquely, pointing directly at Zhu Xiangru's buttocks. Zhu Xiangru raised his left hand, latent internal force, led to the east, and brushed his palm on the head of the Zen cane, and the Zen staff in the hand of the eyebrow monk immediately changed direction, and smashed it radially towards the footless scholar sitting beside him.

The footless scholar suddenly saw the eyebrowless Zen staff coming, supported it with both hands, flew out three feet flat, and landed firmly on a chair, staring at Zhu Xiangru with two eyes.

Although the staff of Wumei did not hit the footless, his face was full of shame, and he raised the Zen staff and attacked Zhu Xiangru again. The faceless Taoist said coldly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, monk, you are becoming more and more unsuccessful, is it that you eat too much delicacies from the mountains and seas in the palace, and the beautiful women hug too much, which will exhaust your Yuanyang." Wumei was even more angry when he heard this, his fat belly trembled, and he roared again and again, which shook the entire teahouse and attacked Zhu Xiangru madly.

Wujiao suddenly said: "Monk, you stand down, I will meet this kid!" As soon as the words fell, I saw a flash of white light, and went straight to Zhu Xiangru. The white light was so fast that in the blink of an eye it was in front of him.

Zhu Xiangru turned his face to one side, the white light passed by, there was an eerie feeling, just avoided, another one suddenly came, Zhu Xiangru was startled, his neck twisted, the white light passed by his neck, and he actually cut off several hairs.

In the blink of an eye, the white light came again, Zhu Xiangru didn't have time to think about it, and turned over to seven in a row, as fast as a spark, turned out two zhang away, his body just stood up straight, and the white light hit his face again, Zhu Xiangru stretched out his fingers, and the long sheath around his waist came out, and the blade of the sword was there, and he was meeting with the white light, only to hear a crisp sound of "dang", the white light was blocked by the sword, and Zhu Xiangru reached out and grabbed the sword.

Under the guidance of his two hands, the white light was like having wings and life, and he would attack the enemy wherever he wanted, which could be described as arbitrary and arbitrary.

Zhu Xiangru was surprised in his heart, the footless scholar raised his hands around, and was using his own internal force to guide the two white lights against the enemy, as far as this internal force is concerned, he can't do it, and his uncle Yufeng Daoist and Master Xun Yuhe can't reach it, this internal force is really unfathomable, unheard of, and under the surprise in his heart, in a blink of an eye, the white light hit the lower abdomen again.

Zhu Xiangru hurriedly swung his sword to block, but before he could touch it, even if the white light was hidden, it was behind him in an instant, and the move was extremely strange. Zhu Xiangru's body was short, and the long sword turned around and stabbed out, and the tip of the sword reached the white light, swinging the white light away.

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