The mountain road was rugged, and Fu Bo and the others only brought a horse, and as for the carriage, it was waiting on the road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Zhang Xiaoyu and Wang San put on their cotton clothes, Fu Bo let Zhang Xiaoyu ride the horse, and he led the horse forward.

Wang San walked beside Fu Bo, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Fu Bo, what was the result of the Zhang family's battle with the bandits?"

"That's right, Fubo, come and hear it......" Zhang Xiaoyu on horseback echoed, she also wanted to know the result.

As soon as the bandits were mentioned, Fu Bo immediately changed his appearance and said: "Hmph, this group of bandits actually dared to provoke the majesty of the Zhang family, they simply didn't know whether they were alive or dead, so they were naturally all killed, but unfortunately, let the red-clothed Buddha run away." ”

This result made Wang San a little surprised, if Mao San ran away, he wouldn't feel strange, after all, the cottage line, Mao San left a deep impression on him, but in the end, it was the red-clothed Buddha who ran away.

Perhaps seeing Wang San's doubts, Fu Bo explained: "The internal strength of the red-clothed Buddha is not under the old slave, but he loses in the moves, he is bent on escaping, and the old slave can't help him, but it's a pity that the master leaves first, if not, he will definitely be able to take the red-clothed Buddha!"

Since seeing Wang San's tattoo, Fu Bo felt that Wang San's strength must be above him, not to mention the best in the world, at least he is also a first-class master, but he never imagined that Wang Sankong has an internal force, but there are very few internal forces that can be used.

Therefore, being praised by Fu Bo like this, Wang Sanlao's face turned red, fortunately, there was a cover of the night, otherwise he would be too big, and said: "Fu Bo praises falsely, the poor monk is a monk, and it is not easy to fight and kill." ”

"The master deserves to be a high monk!"

The conversation between the two clearly fell into Zhang Xiaoyu's ears, she snorted lightly to show her dissatisfaction, and said in her heart: "This stinky monk is pretending again, it is clear that he only knows how to run when he encounters the enemy, and he also says that it is not good to fight and kill...... Hum. ”

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

When Fu Bo asked this, Wang San beat a drum in his heart, and said in his heart: "Why did you forget this girl." Who knows if Zhang Xiaoyu will talk nonsense, but fortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu just said, "It's angry with that group of bandits." But Wang San heard it, and this was deliberately said to him.

"Ahem......" Wang San coughed dryly and said, "That group of bandits is indeed hateful, they actually attacked Xiaoyu, and it can be regarded as karma to end up like this." ”

Wang San suddenly thought about being alone, Shan Ming, he had been making things difficult for Wang San everywhere before, but since Wang San rescued Zhang Xiaoyu, he had never seen Shan Ming, and he was strange in his heart, and asked, "What about the single donor?"

"Shan Gongzi lurked with us on the hills, and then the old man was late, so he let Shan Gongzi go back. Fauber replied.

"Go back?" Wang San felt a little surprised, and then thought of the corpses in the cave, and asked, "Fu Bo, have you ever heard of Ma Yidao?"

"Ma Yidao?" Fu Bo was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth, and exclaimed: "What the master said is that a generation of tyrants, Ma Wangye?"

"Yes, that's him!" Wang San nodded,

"Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know the name of Lord Ma, a generation of tyrants, not to mention a big cadre, even if it is a barbarian on the border, they will retreat when they hear this name!" Fu Bo's words were filled with deep respect.

Wang San didn't expect Ma Yidao to be so respected, and at the same time, he was a little curious, and asked: "Fu Bo, the poor monk has lived in the temple for a long time, and he is dedicated to the Buddha, but he doesn't know the things in the world. ”