Hearing this roar and angry scolding, Bai Sheng couldn't help but secretly say that his life was bitter. Why? Because he could tell that this man was also a master!

But those who practice internal strength, no matter how loud or small they speak, will definitely be full of energy. Since he wore it to the Song Dynasty a month ago, Bai Sheng has seen all kinds of martial arts people, both high and low, those who have practiced internal skills and those who have not practiced internal skills, just listen to the words, look at the eyes, and you can guess the same.

Of course, even if others couldn't hear from his Bai Sheng's eyes and words that he had practiced internal skills, he didn't feel that his theory was wrong. Because he was able to find the reason, he thought that it was either because his cultivation time was too short, or because his cultivation was not internal strength at all, fake cheats, he had this "self-knowledge".

At the moment, he shot an arrow into the air, and then someone outside scolded the person who "released the cold arrow", what is it if he didn't shoot someone? It's just that the direction of the person who scolded people doesn't sound very close to the inn, so it can be concluded that the person who was hit by the arrow does not belong to the three groups of enemies outside. From this, it can be concluded that this person should be lying arrows. Well, in this era, there is no such thing as a "lying gun", only a lying arrow.

was already besieged by the enemy, but he also shot a passing master of the inner family, isn't this a fate?

Here he lamented fate, the second arrow was not going to shoot again, because when he shot the first arrow, he had already opened the elevation angle of the arrow to the maximum, and such a large elevation angle could not make the landing point of the feather arrow fall around the inn, so unless he went outside to shoot, the elevation angle was opened to a degree close to vertical to achieve the goal. But he did not dare to leave the room. What if someone attacked the room from all directions? He couldn't afford to take that risk.

Not to mention Bai Sheng's sigh, just to say that the three groups of people outside the inn couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this roar, and they all looked at the place where the roar came from, but saw a fat monk striding over.

This monk is about 40 years old, eight feet long, with a wide face and big ears, a straight nose and a square mouth, two thick broom eyebrows are particularly eye-catching, a disheveled beard under his chin, and a water-milled iron crescent moon Zen staff in his hand, the rod is as thick as a child's arm, and there are six iron rings hanging from the crescent part of the cane. There is a feather arrow stuck in his right shoulder, which gives people a very strange feeling.

Among the three groups of people outside the inn, only Tian Hu's general Ni Lin brought twenty archers, Wang Qing's fierce general Xuan was an expert in making axes, leading thirty sword and axe men, and the beggar gang disciples led by He Jiushu and Hao Erhu had no weapons except sticks.

The fat monk saw the location of the archers from afar, and without saying much, he rushed straight to Ni Lin's wave of people, Ni Lin only had time to ask: "What do you want to do with the monk?", the monk had already rushed into the archer's array, picked up the Zen staff and hit, there was no room to say, and a brawl began inexplicably.

The monk was so aggrieved that he came down from Wutai Mountain in Yanmen Pass, and was ordered by his master to go all the way south, preparing to go to the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang City to place an order. This night I missed the lodging, and when I walked to the west of the moon shadow, I couldn't help but be sleepy, so I rested in a wood, how could I think that lying in the woods and sleeping could also be hit by an arrow? But I didn't know that there was a risk under the tree, and I had to be cautious when sleeping. He lies down under the weeping willows and sleeps every day, and there is still a catastrophe waiting for him.

Judging the way the feather arrow came from, he looked for it in the northwest direction, and when he saw someone with a bow, of course he wanted to take revenge. Even if the birds on the weeping willows pooped on his face, he would be angry at the trees and pull them out, especially if these people happened to have bows and arrows in their hands?

He rushed to kill this time, and Ni Lin's nose was crooked, I have seen unreasonable, but I have never seen such unreasonable, you should at least ask if it was our people who shot arrows, and then do it, right?

In the short time that the monk rushed towards his array, Ni Lin didn't have time to ask any of his subordinates if anyone shot arrows into the woods to the south, and he didn't want to take the initiative to say to the monk: "We don't have any arrows." Because the monk didn't ask. If no one asks, you explain, which has fallen into your own prestige, frustrated your own spirit, and made it seem that you are afraid of others.

Not to mention that there are more than 20 people on his side, let's just say that there are more than 30 people next to him, plus nearly 100 beggar gang disciples who surrounded the inn, when so many people are gathered together, is it necessary to take the initiative to explain to the monk? If I really do that, I Ni Lin will not have to mix in the rivers and lakes in my life.

It is said that in this era, whether it is Wang Qing's Qian or Tian Hu's Ni Lin, their names in the rivers and lakes are very loud. Maybe their fame is not as good as the timely rain Song Jiang who caught whoever licked and spent a lot of money, nor was they as good as the little whirlwind Chai Jin who took the iron scroll of the Danshu issued by the emperor to make friends with the bandits in the world, but it was definitely much more famous than the Tota Heavenly King Chao Gai, Ruan Sanxiong and others!

Because during this period of time, the 100 singles and eight generals of Shuibo Liangshan had not yet begun to gather, and Wang Lun, a white-clothed showman, was cowering in a small cottage, while Jiangnan La, Huaixi Wang Qing, and Hebei Tianhu had all repeatedly attacked prefectures and counties, occupying many prefectures and counties within the territory of the Great Song Dynasty.

They are a few groups of rebel forces that make the officers and soldiers retreat, the people fear, and the court panic, how is their reputation not great?

Therefore, before the battle that is happening now, if Ni Lin and Xuan Xuan take the initiative to report their names, even this fat monk must weigh it.

The problem is that Ni Lin didn't take the initiative to sign up, he only had time to ask the second sentence: "Where did you come from, this crazy monk?" The archers under his command have already been knocked down by the monk five or six, and this is still a fart?

Ni Lin's weapon is an iron eyebrow knife.

The eyebrow knife is a large knife with a head like an eyebrow, with a narrow blade, a single edge, a sharp knife, and a wide oblique back, usually with a wooden handle and an iron hammer at the back. The knife method of this knife is mainly chopping, and it can also be picked and stabbed, which belongs to one of the "eight colors of the knife" in the Song Dynasty. It is said that the weapon of Xiahou Yuan, a famous general of Wei during the Three Kingdoms period, was the eyebrow knife.

The handle of Ni Lin's eyebrow knife is made of iron, and the length of the blade and handle is seven feet five inches, which is similar to the length of the monk's Zen staff.

At this time, Ni Lin saw that the monk was fighting fiercely, and several archers under him were either dead or injured, so he was immediately furious and shouted: "Get out of the way for me, I'll fight this mad monk!"

Although the monk was irritable by nature, he was a rough and fine person. Long before entering the enemy formation, it was already clear that there were at least three or four masters outside the door of this inn. The one holding the eyebrow knife is counted as one, and there is no unique means to make such a multi-purpose weapon; the one holding the Xuanhua axe is counted as one, and the Xuanhua axe is not much lighter than the Zen staff in his hand; and there are two people who are stacked heavily behind him and carrying sacks called Hanako, who are by no means weak, otherwise they are not worthy of carrying so many sacks.

But no matter whether the other party has a master or not, his own arrow revenge cannot be avenged, what he fights is to destroy the opponent's archers first, and then if he loses to these four masters, it will be too late to run again. And if you keep these archers, you will not be able to run even if you run. That's why he didn't ask what was going on, and he rushed up and killed the archers, not entirely because he was used to being unreasonable.

Although he has been killing archers, he has never relaxed his vigilance against these four masters, and when Ni Lin stabbed him in an oblique stab, he turned around and swept with a cane, facing the blade, intending to knock the opponent's weapon away, but the opponent changed his move very quickly, and did not fight with him at all.

"The thief and the bird are on the ground!" the monk praised, no longer blocked, nor retreated, but rushed forward to the left along the path of the Zen staff, and the tip of the eyebrow knife brushed under his armpit, not even the monk's robe was pierced, and the monk's Zen staff took the opportunity to shoot an archer away.

With Ni Lin joining, this inexplicable brawl turned into a chase battle, the monk's attack was always focused on the archer, and wherever the archer ran, he chased him, and Ni Lin became the one who chased the monk and stabbed him. It feels like two words, funny. The chickens and dogs didn't look like a formal fight at all.

The beggars and Wang Qing's men and horses naturally did not intervene in this farce, and the two groups led by Uncle He Jiu, Hao Erhu and Xuan Yuan were happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. They don't have archers, and the monks don't fight their people, so they can't get involved, and no matter who wins or loses this fight, they won't lose anything. You can even think about it in a sinister way, expecting Ni Lin's group to be defeated by the monks, so that there will be one less strong contender for the divine soldiers.

It's just that everyone is a good martial artist, and you can't just look at the surface when you see the excitement, you should always learn some experience is the habit of martial artists. Therefore, Uncle He Jiu approached Xuan and asked, "General, have you ever seen the origin of this monk, and if it is compared to you, how is it superior?"

He Jiu glanced at Uncle He Jiu with a sideways face, as if he was analyzing whether there was some conspiracy for him to ask like this, and then replied without yin or yang: "Uncle Jiu, you are well-informed, I don't believe you can't see that this monk is using the Buddhist martial arts mad wand method of Wenshu Temple in Wutai Mountain, as for comparing with me, what is there to compare with? He doesn't fight me." ”

"Wutai Mountain Wenshu Temple?" Bai Sheng in the guest room of the inn was shocked when he heard this, is this monk outside actually Lu Zhishen? After thinking about the plot in "Water Margin", the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the monk outside was Lu Zhishen.

I wiped, and after a long time, my arrow shot Lu Zhishen, which is really sad. Well, I can't admit that I shot this arrow, this flower monk is more powerful than the Pig Iron Buddha!

Just thinking of this, I suddenly heard a woman's moan on the side of the bed behind me, and I couldn't help but be happy, when he was holding a bow and throwing just now, Li Qingzhao continued to give Wanyan Wulu a hot compress instead of him, could it be that the hot compress worked, and Wanyan Wulu woke up?

He hurriedly turned around to look, but saw that Yan Wulu was still lying there with a peaceful face without any change, and Li Qingzhao was scalding a sweat towel in the bucket. There was really a person on the bed who woke up and was struggling to get up, but it was Pan Jinlian.