The monk sent a text message to Yi Shui, and the content was only one sentence.

"I'll meet him. ”

Yi Shui looked at it and didn't reply to him.

The monk never consulted him when he did this kind of thing, he had never been the kind of person who was restrained, Yi Shui knew this, so he didn't answer the monk.

The road is under his own feet.

He put his phone in a place where he could ensure that he heard the sound for the first time, wrapped the gauze on his hand, and began to train frantically.

The monk was led by the scholar and Qibu, took a taxi out of the city, and headed straight to the southeast.

Seven steps all the way to sit upright, without the slightest laziness and usual debauchery on his face. But the monk observed that the muscles in his arms were very tight, and although the palms were relaxed, they were in a state of sudden burst at any time.

The scholar has been chattering, and he doesn't know if he is talking to Qibu or being a monk: "Guo Kui is really bold, he dares to meet us on the cusp of this kind of storm, it is impossible for him not to know that we and them have reached a state of imminent shock, hmph! I want to see what he thinks." ”

Seven steps had a serious expression and did not answer him.

The monk listened impatiently, interrupted him and said, "Scholar, you have been repeating these words since just now, and my ears are about to become calloused..."

The driver driving in front glanced at the monk through the rearview mirror, and the monk immediately noticed that the scholar smiled: "The driver is our man." ”

"You people, you don't just mean the old man. ”

"What, do you want to know?"

"I don't want to. The monk refused.

The driver glanced at the monk again.

The scholar said, "Drive well, you'll frighten this little guy." ”

The monk rolled his eyes and said seemingly nonchalantly: "By now, shouldn't you tell me who this person we went to see is." ”

The scholar looked at the absent-minded monk and said, "It's okay, if you tell you earlier, you should also prepare." ”

The monk's eyelids twitched.

"His name is Guo Kui. ”

"Guo Kui. The monk muttered and said like an epiphany, "Indicating that the surname of the Dao wants to see the blood moon, what is the relationship between him and Guo Lin?"

"You even guessed that?"

The monk's fists clenched.

"Guo Lin is Guo Kui's son. ”

The monk sat up straight all of a sudden, and it should be said that his body was stiff.

He looked at the scholar in shock and asked in a dry throat, "Really?"

The scholar was very satisfied with the monk's performance and smiled: "It's not false at all." ”

The monk was silent and buried his head deeply.

"What are you thinking?" the scholar raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing. The monk suppressed the restlessness in his heart and said calmly.

He was thinking about how to solve this trouble for Li Han without getting angry. It can be deduced from the scholarly tone that this Guo Kui is by no means an ordinary person, he himself can never be an opponent, and his only chance is to borrow a knife to kill...

The monk is here to think hard about countermeasures, and Yi Shui has already encountered great trouble over there.

Yi Shui stepped back against the wall, the two long knives in his hands were already red with blood, and the blood dripped down the blood groove onto the floor, making a crisp cracking sound.

'Crackle'.

There were five more people in front of him. Five men with indifferent faces and eyes as sharp as knives.

Just when I was training just now, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and eight men with gloomy faces and murderous eyes walked in.

didn't say anything, and there was no need to say anything, and the eight people directly showed their sharp blades and pounced.

Never die!

Yi Shui's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he leaned back against the wall, and casually pulled out the two long knives on the wall, which were specially prepared for him in seven steps.

Yi Shui's eyes were cold, he knew the origin of these eight people.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and Yi Shui was the first to kill, cutting horizontally with a knife and cutting down with a knife.

If no one flinched, it was a fight to the death!

Eight people formed a group in pairs, and the short blade swing completely made up for each other's Achilles' heel.

After three moves, Yi Shui was stabbed in the arm, which seemed to hit the meridians, and the bone-chilling pain made Yi Shui's eyes open all of a sudden, bloodshot eyes, and red eyeballs!

Yi Shui began to kill without regard for his own life again. With a hideous face and eyes about to squint out, he was like a god of war from hell.

In three minutes, he stabbed three enemies in his hands, and blood sprayed, soaking the entire wall!

The three heads were still open.

Of course, the cost is enormous.

One of his legs was still spasming, his ankle joints were twisted to an angle that normal people couldn't do, and he could see through the blurred flesh and bones!

"You're strong!" the man standing in the middle was finally moved.

Yi Shui dragged his legs against the wall, holding the long knife in his left hand and pointing the long knife in his right hand at the man diagonally.

This person is very powerful, Yi Shui thinks to himself that he is definitely not his opponent, if he hadn't been holding a banter attitude, Yi Shui would have died.

"That's the end of the game!" the man smiled and walked forward slowly.

The monk suddenly felt a palpitation, and his heart beat wildly like a runaway pump. His eyes darkened, and the feeling of his heart beating made him feel dizzy.

He suddenly knelt on the back seat of the car, holding his heart with both hands and panting violently, his face was as pale as paper, almost suffocating!

"What's wrong?" the scholar grabbed the monk by the back of the neck and lifted him flat on the back seat of the car.

The driver was also startled and slammed on the brakes, and the car let out a long hissing sound.

The monk was hit the back of the car by inertia, and his dilated pupils began to focus slowly.

"I don't know, if something happened to Yi Shui. The monk muttered.

"Yi Shui?" the scholar froze, "It's impossible, do you have a history of heart disease?"

"No!" the monk shook his head, looking worried, "When Guimeng had an accident, Yi Shui also had this kind of situation! No, I want to go back." ”

Before he could regain his spirits, he was about to pull the car door.

"You sit down for me!" the scholar held him down, "Yi Shui will be fine, don't you know his strength?"

"I can't let the tragedy of Guimeng happen again!" the monk was furious and glared at the scholar viciously, "Yi Shui is my brother!"

The scholar seemed to be frightened by the monk's abnormality, and Qibu's calm tone was full of deep meaning: "You call Yi Shui, Guo Kui has to go." Even if it's not for yourself, you have to think about Li Han!"

The monk shuddered as if he had been struck by lightning, stared at the seven steps, slowly took out his mobile phone, and said gloomily while pressing the number: "If Yi Shui has any three long and two short, I will never let you go, and I will not die!"

The phone was connected, but no one answered for a long time, and the monk's face became more and more ugly. Fingers pinched the phone are emitting an overwhelmed *.

"Monk. Yi Shui's voice was a little weak, with painful wheezing and the murmur of grinding teeth.

"What's wrong?" the monk knew something was wrong.

"There are a few guests, and they have already been entertained by me. "Yi Shui is an understatement.

"Are you alright?" the monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"Flesh wounds. Yi Shui's face showed a blue tendon, "I'll hang up first, you should be more careful if you have something to contact." ”

"Relieved?" the scholar sneered.

The monk put away his mobile phone and didn't speak, his fingers in his pocket and the knuckles he pinched with his fist turned white.

"It's the first time I've seen you angry. "Scholars do not forgive.

The monk leaned back on his back, took out his glasses from his jacket pocket, put them on, and took out a pencil and drawing paper from his bosom and began to draw.

He is in a mood now, and the idea of how to face Guo Kui just now has long been gone, he must calm down as soon as possible, and he must not be a little negligent in dealing with that kind of character.

The scholar touched a nail and touched his nose in embarrassment.

The car drove for nearly an hour before it stopped in front of a mountain villa.

A quaint mountain villa with a small artificial lake at the door. On the wooden archway, there are four huge thin gold Chinese characters 'there is a phoenix to come'!

The monk read it and immediately smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" the scholar looked back at him.

"Nothing. The monk regained his true nature, not impatient or impatient, and looked like a monk.

He remembered the first time he met Yi Shui, and it was also in a restaurant called Youfeng Laiyi, which was also retro style, and at that time, they almost all died in Yi Shui's hands.

Fate really plays tricks on people.

"There is Feng Laiyi. The muscles at the corner of Qibu's mouth twitched, and his voice was so small that he could hardly hear it, "Guo Kui is really entertaining us with Feng Laiyi, I'm afraid it's a Hongmen banquet." ”

The scholar sneered: "I really want to see his pomp." I'll deal with him in a while, and he really dares to leave you and me?"

After saying this, the two of them strode straight into the villa without speaking.

The corner of the monk's mouth curled and immediately followed, the scholar and Qibu seemed to be very familiar with this place, and they took the monk to avoid the crowd and came to the back of the villa.

Behind is the housekeeping department, and the scholar and the seven steps actually took a deep breath downstairs before stepping on the steps.

The monk had a strong curiosity about this Guo Kui, whom he had never met.

The three of them only ascended to the first floor, and four people came down head-on, the monk was taken aback, he didn't know what the origin of these four people was, but the evil aura on their bodies could never be possessed by ordinary people, even if this aura was not as strong as the seven steps, it was definitely not much weaker.

The four of them saw that the scholar and the seven steps were a little gloomy, and the first two seemed to have a faint relationship with the seven steps, but after hesitating for a while, they still pressed the iron blue face and went down from both sides of the three.

Qibu whispered: "There are Feng Laiyi, these old ghosts really can't forget to put on music anywhere, hum look at the expression surnamed Liu... Hum. ”

The gloom in the monk's eyes deepened.

In just a short distance from the third floor, they met three groups of people who came down from the third floor along the way.

No matter how ordinary these people look or how vulgar they are, they can't hide their indescribable and inexplicable temperament.

A kind of self-confidence brought by absolute strength, pride from a high place, and the undisguised hostility towards the three of them between the eyebrows.

The monk smiled bitterly in his heart, he seemed to have inadvertently erected another batch of super strong enemies for the blood moon?

At the door of room 301, the scholar was just about to reach out and knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside, and the two men respectfully said goodbye in the direction of the living room, and the three of them retreated with their backs to the scholar.

The scholar made a way for the two of them to pass, and after seeing the two of them walk away, he gently knocked on the door that had not been closed.

"Come in. A slightly tired old voice sounded, and there was a little ridiculous complaint, "The old man knows how to toss my old bones and let me go out of the mountain, and everyone knows it, everyone wants to come to see me, and the old man is tired to death." ”

After the scholar waited for the seven-step monk to come in, he closed the door of the room and sneered: "So you arranged for your group of shrimp soldiers and crabs to come to see you today? In order to demonstrate to us? ”

"Hehe...," the voice in the room replied after a while, "It's so scathing and mean, except for the scholar, there must be no one else to say, since you are here, why not come." ”

The scholar made a gesture to the monk and walked into the living room with the monk in seven steps.

As soon as the monk saw the old man sitting on the sofa, he was stunned on the spot.

"Is that you?"