Dugu Feiyun is walking calmly, and the wind is also walking calmly.

There are eight bitter monks and Zhu Wuji, and it is not easy for Feng Wuxian to catch up with Dugu Feiyun so quickly.

Because, Dugu Feiyun is now the person who has issued a sea fishing document from Six Doors to arrest. If the Song Jiaao bloody case is not solved for a day, the six doors will not be able to remove the sea fishing documents for Dugu Feiyun for a day. If the six doors do not remove Dugu Feiyun's sea fishing documents for a day, they will not be able to meet Dugu Feiyun for a day. In particular, you can't meet with Dugu Feiyun alone.

Under the bright sky, in front of everyone's eyes, if Zhu Wuji and Dugu Feiyun meet each other, will Zhu Wuji make a move, or will he not make a move?

What's more, among the three of them, there is also a monk of eight bitterness.

As soon as he came out of the Song family pass, the desire of the monk of the Eight Bitters to transform was attacked. Early in the morning, the monk began to melt a roast duck, a roast chicken, two fat hooves and a large plate of beef tendon.

There are almost no restaurants or restaurants that make these things early in the morning. In fact, in such an early morning, almost no restaurants and restaurants that make these things are open.

However, there are all kinds of plans, there is a lot of silver, and the desire of the monks of the Eight Sufferings has finally been settled.

The Eight Bitter Monks want to temper these things, and although Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuxian do not have such a good appetite in the early morning, they can only accompany them.

Qu Ji Restaurant, the middle door is wide open.

The monk sat at a table in the center of the hall with a grin, holding most of the roast duck with his left hand, and ripped off a duck leg with his right hand. Monk I once turned it, and it was a hundred. In this life, it has been tempered by monks, and the Buddha is merciful, so it will no longer have to be a duck in the next life. ”

Zhu Wuji gently put the spoon in his hand into the porridge bowl in front of him, and chuckled: "Master send a mercy, ask for a request in front of the Buddha, and let him be a human being in the next life." ”

The monk of the Eight Bitters shook his head while eating evilly: "It's not proper, it's not proper." It's bitter to be a duck, and it's even more bitter to be a man. ”

Feng Wuxian also put down the spoon in his hand and said with a smile: "Master, can being a man be more bitter than being a duck?"

The monk of the Eight Bitters muttered: "There are only three sufferings to be a duck, but there are eight sufferings to be a man." ”

Zhu Wuji said: "Master, the eight hardships of being a man, Zhu has heard of it." What is the saying of the three hardships of being a duck?"

The monk swallowed the duck meat in his mouth, grabbed the wine glass on the table, poured the wine in the cup into his mouth with a grunt, sighed long, and said, "You don't understand, don't you......? The people of Shaolin can't understand the truth of this. ”

Zhu Wuji smiled and said, "I was about to ask the master for advice." ”

The monk of the Eight Bitters said solemnly: "As a duck, I have never been able to touch the monk in my life, and I am frightened and frightened all my life, which is the first suffering." As a duck, even if I meet the monk, I can't bear the monk's degree, which is the second suffering. As a duck, even if I have been transformed by the monk, if it does not suit the monk's appetite, the monk will not exceed it, but for the third suffering. ”

Zhu Wuji laughed and said, "Master witty words! Zhu has been taught. ”

Feng Wuxian couldn't help but laugh and quipped, "Master, this duck doesn't know if he can stand the master's excess?"

The Eight Bitter Monk nodded and said, "This duck is good." Its three bitternesses are gone. ”

Zhu Wuji smiled narrowly: "Since this duck has a transcendent relationship with the master, why don't the master ask for it in front of the Buddha and let it be a master in the next life?"

The wind squirted out the sip of tea he had just drunk.

With a wave of the sleeve of his robe in his right hand, the Eight Bitter Master swept away all the tea sprayed by Feng Wuxi, and glared: "Wind boy, don't spoil the monk's breakfast." ”

"Haha! The monk has a good appetite. An old laugh came from the doorway.

Hearing the laughter, the eyes of the monk of the Eight Bitters immediately lit up.

The Eight Bitter Monk's body moved, and he was still holding most of the roast duck in his left hand, and the person had already flashed to the door.

Zhu Wuji and Feng Wufang stood up by themselves, and the Eight Bitter Monks had already turned around. In the hands of the eight bitter monks, Wu grabbed the roast duck. On the face of the monk of eight bitters, there was a smile on his face. The eyes of the monk of the Eight Bitters did not smile at all.

Behind the monk of the Eight Bitters, followed by an old man with a beehive. Behind the old man, followed by a middle-aged man who looked like a young man. Behind the middle-aged man, followed by a man wearing a cold mask on his face.

Zhu Wuji only glanced at it, and then he saw the abnormality.

Although the middle-aged man walked behind the old man with a beehive, the old man seemed to be quite jealous of the middle-aged man. When the old man walked, he always seemed to deliberately not let himself walk in front of the middle-aged man.

Although the person behind the middle-aged man was wearing a mask, with Zhu Wuji's many years of experience in the Six Doors, Zhu Wuji could see at a glance that the person with the mask should be a young man. Although the young man's hands were hanging down, there were obvious signs of injuries on his hands, and they were newly wounded.

Wind Without a Trace also sensed something unusual.

At the waist of the middle-aged man, a sword was stuck diagonally. A bluesteel sword that couldn't be more ordinary. Such a sword only costs one tael of silver, and can be bought at any official shop that makes blades.

Sword, unsheathed.

The abnormality that Feng Wuxian noticed was not from the unsheathed sword on the middle-aged man. Such an ordinary sword, even a person like Feng Wuji, who doesn't have too many requirements for the sword itself, has not used it for many years.

The strangeness that Feng Wuxian noticed came from the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was nothing special except that he looked like a young man. He's good-looking. But just the appearance is good, and it can't cause any feeling of wind without a trace. With a man of his appearance, Feng Wuxian has seen a lot. Feng Wuxian himself is often praised as a beautiful man. Moreover, Wind Without a Trace is a man. He is also not as good as Long Yang.

The strangeness that Feng Wuxian noticed was the vicissitudes of a middle-aged person. In the eyes of middle-aged people, there is a faint trace of vicissitudes. There is also a hint of vicissitudes on the face of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man walked towards Feng Wuxian and the others step by step, and a trace of vicissitudes came towards Feng Wuxian and the others.

But this trace of vicissitudes is still not the deepest feeling of wind without traces.

The deepest feeling of the wind without a trace is the sword.

Feng Wuxian felt that the sword intent in his heart seemed to be churning constantly. Feng Wuxian felt that the sword at his waist seemed to be trembling constantly.

It's purely a feeling. It is the feeling of a person like Feng Wuxian who is extremely sword-like and has realized the sword intent of Wuji.

Because Feng Wuxian knew that the middle-aged man did not have any sword intent at all, let alone any killing intent. In fact, Feng Wuji couldn't see at all that this middle-aged man who was walking towards him and Zhu Wuji step by step had any traces of a sword.

The hairs on Feng Wuxi's body stood up.

It was the first time he had felt this way.

Even when facing Dugu Feiyun, Feng Wuxian never felt like this.

Zhu Wuji didn't feel the feeling that Wind Without a Trace felt. For there is no plan to use the sword.

Zhu Wu did not use the sword, so he did not feel it. The Eight Bitter Monks also do not use the sword, but the Eight Bitter Monks have feelings.

What the monk of the Eight Bitters felt was not what Feng Wuji felt. The reason why the monk of the Eight Bitters had feelings was because he had already guessed who this middle-aged man was most likely.

Who else can make a know-it-all appear in front of him with a beehive, who else can make a know-it-all see that he is still so calm, and can make himself almost squirt out a glass of wine that he just swallowed, with such a sword, such a middle-aged man?

Amitabha! He finally appeared! Amitabha, he actually brought a sword!

The monk of the Eight Bitters walked in front, his back was in the middle, but he was a little cold.

The Eight Bitter Monks knew that the middle-aged man who walked behind the know-it-all was unlikely to make a move on him. But the monk also knew that his reputation was not very good. His reputation is at least not worthy of a Shaolin monk.

And this middle-aged man didn't seem to be a person who had an accident back then. God knows what the know-it-all has said to him about himself and that he should go to hell with his tongue plucked? God knows if he will be unhappy and see himself as a demon?

The monk walked to the table, but did not sit down. The half roast duck was still in the hands of the monk of the Eight Bitters. But the monk of the Eight Bitters did not continue to send it to his mouth.

The jack-of-all-trades walked to the table with a smile and asked, "Can the old man sit down?"

Feng Wuxian glanced at the Eight Bitter Monks and Zhu Wuji, bowed to the know-it-all, and said, "Senior, please take a seat." ”

The jack-of-all-trades smiled and said, "You're good, young man. My old man likes polite people. My old man dislikes the big monk who always wants to slander my old man's honey. ”

The monk laughed and said, "Please take a seat." ”

The know-it-all also laughed, but walked to Feng Wuxi's side and said, "Young man, my old man will sit with you." ”

After that, the know-it-all said to the middle-aged man: "Please take a seat." ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but walked straight to the empty side of the table and sat down. The masked man stood behind the middle-aged man with his hands down.

When the middle-aged man and the Eight Bitter Monks sat down, the know-it-all who had already sat down smiled and said to Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuji: "My old man will introduce himself first. People on the rivers and lakes call me an old man who knows everything. ”

Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuji let out a soft "ah" at the same time, stood up at the same time, and said to the jack-of-all-trades at the same time: "Wan ...... Old-timer. ”

The know-it-all laughed, raised his hand and motioned for Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuxian to sit down, and said, "I forgot what my old man's surname is." People on the rivers and lakes call me an old man who knows everything, but my old man doesn't even know anything about his surname. ”

After saying that, the know-it-all turned his gaze to the middle-aged man and said, "This is ......" Halfway through his words, the know-it-all stopped.

The guess in the heart of the monk of the Eight Bitters became more and more determined.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My friends, they all call me Ah Fei." ”

The middle-aged man's smile is like a spring breeze, blowing a pool of spring water.