The sun is shining, the flow of people in Qingyang Town is endless, a black donkey carrying a green-robed Taoist walks slowly, the Taoist sword eyebrows are starry, and his eyes are like warm jade, a little bit of brilliance flashes, just like the spring morning sun A warm current hits the heart, but the strange thing is that this donkey has no reins on it, and there is no saddle or anything like that.

After a while, he came to the largest inn in the town, and then a diligent second brother walked quickly, "Guest officer, are you staying in the hotel, or are you sharp?" Zhao Zhijing looked at it and replied, "Bring me a good guest room, and take care of my friend, and give him a jar of good wine when feeding, and the money is indispensable for you." ”

The little second brother looked at it and said in embarrassment: "Guest officer, you see that your donkey has no reins, how can I lead it?"

Zhao Zhijing saw that he was negligent, "Although this donkey has been able to understand his simple meaning under his "care" for more than a month, and his strength is on par with the average third-rate expert, but he can't understand the words of the little second brother!"

After thinking about it, he patted the donkey's head and said, "You go with this little second brother!" In Xiao Er's surprised eyes, the donkey followed him and walked towards the stable. Zhao Zhijing strode into the inn, and only then did he notice that the inn was called "Yuelai Inn", and he couldn't help but think, "This Yuelai Inn is simply an immortal signboard in the world of Jin Yong's martial arts, and it has never disappeared for hundreds of years" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. There are many martial arts people carrying swords and sticks in the inn, Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes, the martial arts cultivation of these Jianghu guests is not very high, most of them are third-rate masters who have just opened up the dantian qi sea and have internal qi. Then I ordered a pot of wine and a few dishes to sit by the window and eat, and vaguely heard someone talking about something and vaguely heard the word "monk", and couldn't help but think, "Now that Shaolin has been closed, there seems to be no Buddhist martial arts people in the Central Plains, isn't it the people of Shaolin Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains?"

"Little two, little two??????"; The guest officer is here, do you have anything to do?" "Let me ask you about something, I heard someone just now saying that the monk is coming, do you know what the matter is?" After that, Zhao Zhijing took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, "If you answer to my satisfaction, this is yours"

"Guest officer, you asked me to be the right person, not long ago there was a monk who is not like an ordinary monk, this monk is strong in martial arts, can lift a thousand catties of stone lions with one hand, there are many martial arts masters have gone to him to compete, but they are all better than his opponents, some people say that the monk said wildly that the martial arts masters in the Central Plains are all local chickens and dogs, so those uncles are angry but have no way to drink here stuffy" After speaking, he looked at Zhao Zhijing and kept rubbing his hands, "The guest officer, this silver is mine, right?" Zhao Zhijing scolded with a smile and threw the silver to Xiao Er, who was so happy that he kept bowing and thanking him before leaving.

Zhao Zhijing walked down the street, and the street was full of the sound of hawking. At this time, I saw a group of people surrounded by a middle-aged man with a ghost head knife, and a few people in the crowd were the people who were talking in the inn just now, looking at the appearance of these people at this time, the previous dullness Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but feel strange. After thinking about it, he grabbed a man in his thirties and asked, "This big brother, what are you going to do, it makes you so excited." The man couldn't help but get angry when he was caught, and he turned his head to scold, but when he saw Zhao Zhijing's eyes like Wen Yu, the anger in his chest was instantly extinguished, "This Taoist chief, seeing the hero with the ghost head knife, he is Wang Yingying, he has a five-hand tiger Duanmen knife in the nearby martial arts, which is a rare opponent, and the monk from Tibet insults me There is no master in the Central Plains, this is not now Wang Yingying is going to teach him a lesson, let's not go to see the excitement" After saying that, he chased after him as if he was slow and couldn't see it.

When Zhao Zhijing arrived, the field was already surrounded by martial arts people carrying swords, and the two people in the field were already fighting, only to see that the hero surnamed Wang in the field could not leave the opponent's vital point, his opponent was a handsome Zangbian monk who was twenty years old, holding a four-foot-long fine iron copper mace, at a glance, he was a master of heavy weapons, and it could be seen from the face that it was always different from the Han people in the Central Plains. The sword and light in the field echoed each other, and the sound of the weapons of "sonorous" and "sonorous" was heard, the monk's copper wedge swept forward, and the hero surnamed Wang jumped away, and the copper wedge smashed on the ground The blue bricks on the ground instantly turned into powder, which has experienced a long time of wind and rain and has not weathered the green bricks into powder, which shows the great power of the monk. After about a stick of incense after fighting, neither of them is a person with a long internal qi, and their true qi will be exhausted by each other. At this time, I saw that the hero surnamed Wang made a move, "Black Tiger Digging Heart", the knife in his hand was like lightning and went straight to the chest of the monk, between the lightning and flint, the monk shook his long mace, held the long knife, smashed it with his hand, and hit the blade of the knife, making a sound of heavy blows. The two of them slid back one after another, and at this time, they saw that the tiger's mouth of the hero surnamed Wang was cracked and the blood flowed, and the long knife in his hand had been smashed out of an exaggerated arc; Zhao Zhijing looked at the martial arts made by the monks, and then looked at the long gong in the hands of the monks, although the person is not a person with a big waist and a round waist, but his strength is like a dragon elephant. Thinking of the martial arts attack power in the future to explain the science is nothing more than strength, speed and combat skills, now their martial arts is coordinated development, strength and speed are not long, but the combat skills are OK, I have been practicing to improve the speed of the sword in the past ten years, but the strength has not grown much, now the secret book of cultivating strength is in front of my eyes, how can I miss it, God gives it and does not take it is unwise, not to mention that it is not my race's heart must be easy, killing this monk is still for the people to eliminate harm!

Think about it, look at the two people in the field, no one can help who will fight again, only both will die in this one, the two seem to have a heart, the gravity of the knife and the hammer are exchanged, and then the two of them move lightly in the stunned eyes of each other and leave each other. When no one saw it, a fine light flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, "You are leaving now, the monk is already seriously injured at this time, although it is not fatal, but it will make his strength play to seven achievements at most, and I just went to take his life and the cultivation method of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" tonight." What do you want."