Zhao Ming was trying to recall when he had heard of the name of this senior uncle, Duan Yanqing on the other side was entangled, looked at Zhao Ming and then looked back at Duan Zhengming and the four of them who were surrounded by Yipintang, this is definitely the best opportunity to kill them, as long as killing them Dali is at his fingertips, but Duan Yanqing knows that if he really does it, he will not be able to get out of here today. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the end, Duan Yanqing gritted his teeth and said in a ventriloquish voice: "Maybe the master misunderstood, I haven't made too many moves towards the vain master, and the vain master's injury is not injured below, maybe there is some misunderstanding among the masters." ”

It's a pity that Duan Yanqing seems to have misunderstood the meaning of Xuandu's words, Xuandu still has the same smile for thousands of years, and said to Duan Yanqing: "I'm not investigating who my nephew was injured by, what I'm asking is why the donor did it attack my Shaolin disciples?

Duan Yanqing no longer had the idea of leaving Zhao Ming at this time, and hurriedly said: "Master, this is the fault of the subordinates, I didn't expect that the vain little master would be a master of Shaolin, so I ...... Please also ask the master to raise his noble hand. Saying that, Duan Yanqing hugged Xuandu.

Zhao Ming didn't know what Xuandu thought, if it was Zhao Ming, he would definitely not let go of this big villain and go back to be evil, and he would definitely kill him immediately, but Xuandu actually said: "Well, you can go......" After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yanqing didn't leave immediately, he didn't know if Xuandu was lying to him, but after waiting for a long time, he found that Xuandu didn't pay attention to him anymore and hurriedly beckoned Ye Erniang and the three of them to leave here.

Seeing that Duan Yanqing had left, of course Murong Fu would not stay any longer, if he stayed any longer, then he would definitely be a dish today, and Zhao Ming could eat whatever he wanted.

He beckoned the remaining Yipintang martial artists to leave immediately with the injured people, and it can really be said that they came and went in a hurry, and they fled after a fight here.

Xuandu obviously didn't have the idea of leaving these little characters behind, and didn't care about their departure, turned around and looked at Zhao Ming, who still had a smile, but it became more gentle.

"I didn't expect you to change from a little monk who doesn't know martial arts to a first-class master after a few years. Speaking of this, the old monk shook his head with emotion.

Zhao Ming touched the back of his head in embarrassment, listening to the words of the old monk, it was obvious that he knew what he knew, and he might know himself, but he forgot about others......

Suddenly, Zhao Ming thought of a possibility.

"Maybe he knows the unlucky guy I took away......"

Zhao Ming thought of this and felt that everything made sense, and he no longer felt embarrassed, after all, it was not his fault, but the next sentence of the old monk made Zhao Ming embarrassed.

"I think that when I took you back in that stream, you were still a little monk with no power, thinking that you could be drowned in such a shallow stream at that time, I didn't think for a long time how you did it......" Speaking of this, the old monk seemed to think of something interesting, and smiled brighter.

As soon as I heard the old monk mention this, I suddenly heard the name of the old monk there.

More than two years ago, when I crossed over, I crossed over because the unlucky guy was drowned by the river, which was undoubtedly not a joke in Shaolin at that time, and it took a skill to be able to let myself be almost drowned in such a shallow stream.

Zhao Ming still remembered that it was this old monk who happened to go back to the temple and passed by to save himself, but he didn't expect that this was still his life-saving benefactor, and he actually forgot the name of the other person, Zhao Ming's face suddenly turned red, this time it was even more embarrassing than just now.

"Hahaha......" The old monk was amused by Zhao Ming's current appearance, in his eyes Zhao Ming will always be a little monk, whether it is now or in the past, although Zhao Ming's martial arts have reached the first-class realm, but for him Zhao Ming is still a little monk, or a cute little monk who can pass a little monk who almost drowned in a stream with water no more than his knees.

The old monk was even more embarrassed when he saw Zhao Ming, and he couldn't wait to have a crack for himself to get into now.

Xuandu and Zhao Ming were chatting here, but Duan Zhengming next to him didn't know what to do, and they didn't want to stay or stay, so they had to stand aside and watch Zhao Ming and Xuandu chat, and Master Huangmei was looking at it with a smile at this time, obviously he knew that Xuandu was such a character.

"When did Uncle Shi leave the temple?" Although Zhao Ming was embarrassed, he still wanted to find out whether Xuandu's appearance had anything to do with his 'betrayal of the temple'.

Xuandu no longer laughed at Zhao Ming when he heard Zhao Ming's words, and said with a smile that remained unchanged for thousands of years: "I, I didn't stay in the temple for a few days before I came out, I don't like to stay in the temple the most, not only where is the dull feeling, the key is that I feel that my fate is not in Shaolin, if I don't come out, I feel that I will not have a breakthrough in my lifetime." ”

Zhao Ming heard Xuandu say that he didn't want to stay in Shaolin The reason was so indifferent, it seemed that he could have the final say whether to stay in the temple or not, but Zhao Ming thought about it, this is not just the final say on the people themselves, who will care about him like Shaolin, and Xuanci can't control him if he has a few guts, and it is estimated that the sweeping monk who can pass the management is the sweeping monk, but people don't pay attention to the outside world, and of course they don't care about Xuandu's trivial matter.

"But ......" At this time, Xuandu's words took another 180-degree turn, and they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Xuandu didn't care about being overheard, and said directly: "Actually, it's not that I don't have nothing to do, Shaolin also has some things that you can't touch that need to be solved by people like me, and others don't want to move, and I'm often outside, of course I'm responsible for those things, and this time I happened to pass by here, and I saw that there was a good show...... Amitabha, someone is fighting, so I'm going to persuade one or two, I just happened to see you, if you weren't still bald, I wouldn't have recognized you......" The old monk didn't seem to care at all when he said to himself, but the people next to him rolled their eyes, and even Zhao Ming was almost scorched by thunder.

"It seems that my uncle is not a stable lord......" Zhao Ming's heart couldn't help but start to grow.

"Then where are you going to go next, nephew? Go back to the temple to heal or do you have other plans? If you go back to the temple, I can take you all the way, you can't be sloppy if your lungs are injured, if you leave the root of the disease, then you can say that the martial arts end here, you have to think about it carefully." Although Xuandu was still smiling this time, Zhao Ming could see a serious expression on his face.

Zhao Ming thought about it for a long time, but in the end he still didn't feel that he would go back with Xuandu, he could only know that if he followed Xuandu back, he would definitely not be charged with betraying the temple, but Zhao Ming didn't want to go back there, not to mention that he couldn't stand eating and chanting Buddha all day long, and if Xuanci knew his own business, he would definitely not let himself go, he didn't want to stay in a minefield all the time.

The most important thing is that Zhao Ming really doesn't want to go back.

"No, Uncle Shi, I already have a place to heal my wounds, and I have a treasure medicine to heal my wounds, and I won't leave the root of the disease. As he spoke, he picked up the gourd on the ground, pulled out the stopper, and handed it to Xuandu.

Xuandu took it curiously and asked, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Treasure medicine? Isn't this a royal thing?

Zhao Ming didn't expect Xuandu to know, and he was stunned by the question, he didn't want to reveal his errand in the six doors now, not to mention the people of Shaolin, just when Zhao Ming was entangled in finding a reason, Xuandu spoke.

"Forget it, it seems that you also have something unspeakable, but your thing is really good, although it has no effect on your strength now, but it has a great effect on your injury, and you should not have to worry about leaving any hidden dangers if you have this. ”

Speaking of this, Xuandu paused, then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Zhao Ming and said: "This is our Shaolin Xiao Huandan, a healing elixir, you can speed up the recovery of the injury with Bao Jiu and Xiao Huandan, otherwise it is estimated that the injury will not be able to heal for a year and a half." ”

Zhao Ming immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xuandu's words, although the time is a little bit, but at least there will be no hidden dangers, and now that the treasure wine is added to the small return pill, it is estimated that this time will be greatly shortened.

Xuandu saw that Zhao Ming had no intention of going back with him, so he said: "Since you have found a place, then I will leave first, I will always stay outside, with your current strength, you will be surprised by Shaolin, find a time to go back......" After speaking, before Zhao Ming could ask what the surprise was, Xuandu had already flown away, yes, in the eyes of everyone, Xuandu was flying.

Zhao Ming saw that Xuandu was gone, and he was still struggling with what surprise would be, but after thinking about it, he was not ready to go back and think about what to do, so he threw Xuandu's last sentence out of the clouds.