"Zhu Wuji, don't you want to go down to relieve the siege? The face of the six doors, don't you want it?" On the second floor of a restaurant on the side of the street, at a table by the window, the know-it-all asked Zhu Wuji, who was sitting opposite, with a smile.

The second floor of this restaurant is probably the only restaurant on the entire street that still has a vacant seat. On the second floor, which is not small, there are only people at the table of know-it-alls and others.

"This circumference, the younger generation can't solve it. Zhu Wuji glanced at the bitter six doormen on the street, and said with a wry smile.

After laughing, Zhu Wuji said: "However, the predecessor is right. The face of the six doors, I still want it. ”

After saying that, Zhu Wuji stood up, arched his hand to the know-it-all, the Eight Bitter Monks, and Ah Fei, jumped out of the window, and stood between the two groups of people in the middle of the street.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Dugu, you should go with this official to the six doors. Zhu Wuji put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice. In front of everyone's eyes, the demeanor of all the scheming was very calm and majestic.

"Monk, do you guess that Zhu Wuji's heart is playing the drum?" asked the know-it-all with a smile to the Eight Bitter Monks.

"There's no time to guess. The monk muttered indistinctly.

This is not the time to eat. But the monk of the Eight Bitters was concentrating on dealing with the plate of fried bee pupae in front of him. Such good things are not something that can be found anywhere at random. Now that it has been encountered, for the monk of the Eight Sufferings, this time can naturally be the time to eat.

The monk of the Eight Bitters quickly used chopsticks to pinch the bee chrysalis in his mouth, and at the same time used his eyes to glance at the beehive next to the know-it-all.

Know-it-all doesn't know how to raise bees. It's late autumn, but his bees are still busy collecting and making honey all day long. In front of the Eight Bitter Monks, the know-it-all proudly shaved the honey once, and the Eight Bitter Monks' eyes were straight and the corners of his mouth were salivating.

What is especially hateful is that the know-it-all knows that the Eight Bitter Buddhas like to eat honey, but they don't take the initiative to take honey to honor the Eight Bitter Buddhas. Everyone has come so far together, and the jack-of-all-trades just made a pot of tea with honey for everyone to satisfy their cravings.

For the Eight Bitter Buddhas, it's okay not to be hungry. As soon as the cravings are satisfied, the Buddha of the Eight Bitters is even more greedy.

If it weren't for Ah Fei's presence, the Eight Bitter Buddhas would have resorted to demon-subjugating methods against Know-it-all, first lowering Know-it-all, and then lowering his honey and bees.

Seeing the eyes of the Eight Bitter Monk glancing at his beehive, the know-it-all subconsciously protected the beehive, and said to the Eight Bitter Monk: "Monk, it's not that the old man is stingy. Autumn and winter are approaching, and bees are getting less and less nectar to eat. If you don't save some honey, it will be difficult for the bees to survive the winter. ”

"Old donor, you have to bully the monk for not knowing how to keep bees! Whose bees can survive the winter?" said the monk angrily.

"Hehe, monk, that's what you don't understand. Who is the old man? Other people's bees can't survive the winter, and the old man's bees can't survive the winter?" said Jack-of-all-trades smirked.

Downstairs, the six doors on the street saw Zhu Wuji's appearance, and their faces immediately improved.

Among them, a few of the six gate people who knew Zhu Wuji immediately rushed over and saluted Zhu Wuji. The rest of the six door people, although they didn't know Zhu Wuji, saw his official uniform, and quickly gathered over.

Although these six door people are not the direct subordinates of Zhu Wuji, at this juncture, a big tree has appeared, which is better than his poor group of little saplings here, facing the impending storm.

"My lords, the murderer who killed my four great sword sects is on the other side. Why don't you take the six doors?" Ning Feizhou asked in a deep voice.

"If you return to the Six Gates with the Official, the Judge will naturally give you justice. Zhu Wuji said.

"Haha!haha!Fair?" Ning Feizhou laughed angrily: "The murderer is on the other side." You don't even dare to take the six doors, what justice do you say?"

As soon as Ning Feizhou's words fell, the women in the crowd who were dressed in linen and filial piety immediately let out a cry: "Heavens! Open your eyes! Kill someone! Is there no heavenly reason?"

As soon as the women cried, several young children around them immediately began to cry as well.

In an instant, the crowd cried and was extremely miserable.

"Justice, justice!" suddenly someone shouted in the midst of the cry.

With this shout, more and more people shouted angrily: "Justice!

Amidst the roar, the people in the heart of the street began to move forward slowly.

Although the crowd didn't move fast, it was only a few steps away, and the crowd quickly came to the side of Zhu Wuji and the others. The people at the front, their chests almost pressed against the steel knives in the hands of the six doors.

On the other side, the old man with a clear hand, the old woman with a cane, and the dozen or so people with long swords in their arms were indifferent and motionless.

Zhu Wuji's face sank, and he shouted: "Ning Boss, all the heads, if you don't restrain ...... again"

"Master, you died so unjustly! I won't live either!" Before he could finish his words, a woman dressed in linen and filial piety stumbled out of the crowd and slammed headlong into the steel knife in the hand of a man with six doors.

The six-door man hurriedly put away the knife, but was directly slammed into the woman's arms. The man with the six doors couldn't hit or push, and was immediately grabbed by the woman's clothes and beaten several times on the body.

The rest of the six men were annoyed and panicked, and they all clenched the steel knives in their hands.

"Stop!" shouted Zhu Wuji angrily.

It's okay if you don't drink angrily. Zhu Wuji shouted angrily, and the crowd became more and more angry.

"Kill these eagle dogs! Kill Dugu Feiyun!" someone roared.

As soon as the roar sounded, the people with blades in the crowd held the blades in their hands, and glared at Zhu Wuji and the six men with murderous eyes.

"I'm in trouble. Upstairs, Jack of Trades laughs.

"The monk couldn't stand it anymore. The monk of the Eight Bitters thrust the last one into his mouth and stood up.

"Isn't the monk afraid of getting into trouble?" said the know-it-all.

"If the monk doesn't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The Eight Bitter Monks clasped their palms together indiscriminately at Ah Fei and Know-it-all, and were about to jump down. Feng Wuxian also stood up and bowed to Ah Fei and Know-it-all, wanting to follow the Eight Bitter Monks into the heart of the street.

"Don't worry. "Jack-of-all-trades stretched out his hand and stopped the Eight Bitter Monks and the Wind without a trace.

"The master now has the appearance of a high-ranking monk. Ah Fei laughed.

"Monk, I ......" The Eight Bitter Monk looked stunned for a moment, and then sat down again. Wind Without a Trace also sat down.

The eyes of the two fell on Ah Fei.

"How sure are you?" asked the know-it-all to Ah Fei.

Behind Ah Fei, the masked man clenched his fist gently.

"There were 30 percent before. Now it's fifty percent. Ah Fei said.

Behind Ah Fei, the masked man clenched his fists tightly.

"In this case, fifty percent certainty is not enough, right?" asked the jack-of-all-trades.

"So we'll have to see. Ah Fei said.

"It's not easy to be 100% sure. Jack-of-all-trades said.

"Seventy percent certainty is enough. Ah Fei said.

Behind Ah Fei, the masked man's body tightened slightly.

"Don't worry. Ah Fei said.

The masked man bowed deeply to Ah Fei.

The Eight Bitter Monk and Feng Wuxian did not fully understand Ah Fei and Know-it-all. However, since Ah Fei and Jack-of-all-trades have said that they want to take another look, let's take another look.

"Your Excellency, let's stand down with the people of the Six Doors. Dugu Feiyun's gentle voice sounded again.

As soon as Dugu Feiyun's voice sounded, the noise in the field immediately decreased a lot.

Nothing stands still.

If you don't move, the people of the other six doors will naturally not move.

Although the scene just now made the hearts of the people of Six Doors beat for a while, there are all kinds of plans, and there are hundreds of pairs of eyes on both sides of the street, and the hearts of the people of Six Doors are somewhat confident.

In front of everyone, the people who want to kill the six gates, no matter how angry the crowd is, the people of the six major sects have to weigh it carefully.

"Master Ning, if the six major sects hurt the adults and the people of the six gates, do they still want justice?" Dugu Feiyun's voice came out of the carriage with a smile.

As soon as Ning Feizhou raised his hand, the six major sects and the people behind him all fell silent.

"Lords, why don't you let me have a few words with Master Ning and the others?" Dugu Feiyun's voice said.

Zhu Wuji groaned and waved his hand. The six men were divided on both sides, standing by the street with knives, staring at each other.

After this scene, seeing that Zhu Wuxuan was still standing there calmly, the confidence in the hearts of the six doors had already returned to more than half.

"Although you are all from the rivers and lakes, this official still has to give a word of advice. The royal law is ruthless and does not tolerate private fighting. Zhu Wuji said in a deep voice, flicked the sleeves of his robe, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly to the side. That aura of hegemony was revealed, and the confidence in the hearts of the people of the other six doors was a little more sufficient.

"It's a pity that you don't have any plans not to stand in the Jinluan Palace. Jack-of-all-trades laughed.

"Old donor, you have no virtue in your mouth, and you will go to hell in the future. The Eight Bitter Monk Zhengse said.

"Ah, I don't know if the Master of the Eight Sufferings has a solution?" said the jack-of-all-trades with a sad face.

"Yes, yes, yes, as long as the old donor ......" The monk was halfway through his words, staring at the beehive beside the know-it-all, licking his lips, and glancing at Ah Fei again.

"Old man, I'm sorry!" said the know-it-all: "You monk, the reputation of Shaolin Temple has been ruined by you." Master Xinyuan and Master Xinwu have already descended the mountain. The old man wants to see how long you monk can still do evil. ”

"Amitabha, old donor, don't scare the monks. Those two old guys, are you really going down the mountain?" Monk Baku shrunk his neck, his eyes looking around, as if Master Xinyuan and Master Xinwu were close to the left.

"Old man's words, how can they be fake?" said Know-It-All-Tech, smirking proudly.

Looking at the appearance of the Eight Bitter Monk and the Jack of Know-it-alls, although he knew that this was not the time to laugh, Feng Wuxian still felt a little like laughing.

Think about it when you are old, if you can have a few such old friends, Feng Wuxian can't help but be leisurely fascinated.

suddenly remembered the woman in the white dress for no reason, and Feng Wuji's heart was inexplicably injured.