Cold Frost shouted, "Slow!"

The woman in green's knife stopped in the air: "What else do you want to say?"

Leng Hanshuang hurriedly said, "Yes." Pen %Fun %Ge www.biquge.info before you die, can you tell me your name. So I'm dead, and I'm blind. Otherwise, I don't even know who killed me, whether it's too wrong. ”

The woman in green thought for a moment and nodded: "It seems that you have some point, since you want to know my name so much, I will tell you." My name is Lu Wushuang. ”

Leng Hanshuang said thoughtfully: "Lu Wushuang, what a beautiful name. ”

Lu Wushuang was just about to continue stabbing again, but Leng Hanshuang hurriedly said: "Just now you talked about Zhang Tianlei, and then you talked about the Divine Fire Minutes. You see if that's good. When I'm healed, I'll go with you to find it. You see how. Since that Zhang Tianlei was locked up under the Laojun Pavilion like me, then the "Divine Fire Minutes" must still be in Bailiu Villa. Girl, you also know that the owner of this Bailiu Villa is the sword god Ximen Kuanghui, and it is not easy to enter Bailiu Villa. If I recover from my injury, I will accompany the girl to Bailiu Villa again. I believe that with the two of us joining forces, even if we are not the opponent of the Sword God, we will not suffer. ”

The corners of Lu Wushuang's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled lightly: "I will definitely get the "Divine Fire Minutes". As for how to get it, I don't bother with you. You'd better keep your eyes peeled early!" After speaking, the scimitar carried a cold wind towards Cold Frost as a chest.

Hearing only the sound of "dang", the scimitar was shaken out by a huge impact force. Lu Wushuang's right arm felt a tingle.

The cold frost rolled out of the way, and his hands tightly grasped the black sword.

The corners of Leng Hanshuang's mouth rose slightly, and he said coldly: "Even if you want to kill me." ”

Lu Wushuang's face turned pale, she didn't expect that Leng Hanshuang would be able to knock her scimitar away even though she was seriously injured. She slowly drew another scimitar from behind her.

Cold Frost's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his sword-holding hands kept shaking.

At this time, Lu Wushuang seemed to hear something, and hurriedly turned around and walked towards the bushes.

Cold Frost also seemed to hear something, trembling and struggling to crawl towards the bushes next to her.

After a while, two people came out of the valley. One of these two men is tall and the other is short. When the two walked in, Leng Hanshuang and Lu Wushuang saw the person clearly.

The tall man was a monk, and he had a clear and shiny brain melon skin, and there were nine incense scars on it. He was dressed in a yellow monk's robe and wore a string of plain beads around his neck. The monk holds an iron Zen staff and a steel knife hanging from his waist. The monk's face was wrinkled, and the two white eyebrows were thick and straight, straight into the sky, looking full of righteousness. A beard under the chin, fluttering on the front of the heart, is also as pale as snow, without a single black line.

The dwarf who followed him was dressed in a brown bodysuit, fast boots for a gripper, and a face like a doll. But a few deep crow's feet at the corners of the eyes show that this person is no longer young.

I saw that the short man had a bitter face, and said aggrievedly: "Master, what do you say you asked me to follow you? ”

The old monk laughed loudly and said, "We come from the five lakes and go to the four seas, how can we go on different roads?"

The short man frowned, and said unhappily: "Master, can you not play Zen language, it sounds so awkward." We're really going on different paths, and I'm going to have to find someone. ”

The old monk shook his head: "When you memorize these scriptures of the old man, I will let you go." ”

The short man looked up at the old monk and said impatiently: "I don't have a wisdom root, and I don't want to become a monk, why does the master have to ask me to study Buddhist scriptures?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Didn't you ask knowingly? You even want to steal money from me, a monk, and don't you want to learn the Dharma from me? I don't get angry when you steal my money, which means that there is a certain number in the dark." The old man is too old, but he has not yet passed on his disciples. Now that you and I have met, it is a great opportunity. When I pass on what I have learned all my life to you, it will not be too late to let you go. ”

The short man looked complaining, so he had no choice but to follow the old monk forward.

After the two of them walked a long way, Lu Wushuang came out and muttered to himself, "Who is that old monk?

Lu Wushuang suddenly remembered something, his right hand clenched the scimitar, and searched around, but there was no trace of Leng Hanshuang at this time.

The city of Taizhou, after the baptism of floods, became devastated. Although the streets and storefronts in the city have been restored day and night by the government and the people, they are still so miserable that people can't look at them directly. An old monk and a short man walked down the street, speechless. Finally, I saw an open restaurant, and the old monk was just about to enter, when the shopkeeper hurriedly came out and said, "I'm sorry, there is nothing to give here, please go somewhere else to make a fortune." ”

The short man looked at the shopkeeper in front of him, his eyes widened, and he said, "It's really a dog's eye to look down on people, which eye of you saw that we were here to make a fate." With that, he took out a silver ingot.

When the shopkeeper saw the silver, his eyes immediately became bright, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled. He hurriedly bowed down and bowed, and courteously let in: "Please two masters." ”

The short man walked in with his chest straight, while the old monk chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, thank you." With that, he strode in.

The shopkeeper let the two of them into the room and sat down at a table by the window.

The shopkeeper's face was like a trumpet flower, and he asked with a smile, "I don't know what the two of you want?"

The old monk did not speak, his eyelids drooped.

The short man groaned for a moment and said, "A crispy roast chicken (I wish there was an Orleans roast chicken that year, it was delicious.) ), a plate of steamed sea bass, a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a plate of pepper asparagus. A pot of rice. Hurry up, we're starving. ”

The shopkeeper glanced at the old monk and asked, "I don't know what the master wants?"

The old monk opened his eyes slightly and said, "A pot of good wine." He closed his eyes again.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Okay." He turned around and left.

After a while, the food and drinks were served. The old monk looked at the table full of dishes and said, "Amitabha, sin, sin." With that, he reached out and tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

The short man looked at the monk opposite, shook his head and said, "I've seen a lot of people who pretend to be forced, and I haven't seen anyone who is so good at pretending to be forced." With that, he reached out and tore off another chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

The other guests in the restaurant, including the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, all looked at the two people in a daze, and shook their heads and sighed: "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient." ”