To err is human. It is said that because people have seven emotions and six desires, when doing things, it is inevitable that subjective feelings will affect the final result.

Carrying Chi Baicheng's corpse, the people of Tiansong Dao didn't dare to say a word more, and quietly disappeared from the Huiyan Tower, where the guests had run away. You can often see mutes in the rivers and lakes, because people in the rivers and lakes who don't speak tend to live longer than those who speak.

"Nam no Amitabha night, Dortagada night, Dortaga night. Amiri Dubhavi, Amirida Do, Sidhamvavi. Amicando, Vigarandi, Amicando, Vigarando. Gammi, Gagana, Taudo Gali, Sabha......"

Looking at Tian Boguang's corpse outside the window, Yilin had already folded her hands and recited the mantra of death.

Her voice is ethereal and pure, the same rhythm as Dingyi's back then, with different tones.

After singing a mantra of the past life, Na Yilin took out the secret wound medicine made by the Hengshan faction and began to apply the medicine to Linghu.

The waiting time is often long, but at this time, Yi Lin slowly told about her experience after going to the Hengshan faction, as well as the experience of being robbed by Tian Boguang on the way to Liu Mansion with Shimen this time, and being rescued by Ling Hu Chong, it didn't take long for a while, and it was not early.

The Hengshan faction's kung fu is not wonderful, but for Irene who has lost her family, it is indeed a very suitable home for her.

The empty Huiyan Tower didn't have much to be nostalgic for, and the wound on Ling Hu Chong's body had just been bandaged by Yilin, and the three of them were ready to leave first.

"Jiang Shaoxia, will you go to this Uncle Liu's Golden Basin Hand Washing Conference?"

As Yue Buqun's eldest disciple, although he is greedy for fun and often acts as he pleases, Ling Hu Chong is not completely indifferent to the major events in the Wuyue Sword Sect after all. This is the first time that Yue Buqun has come forward on behalf of the Huashan faction to participate in Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin handwashing conference as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance.

However, at this time, Jiang Feng only took care of himself and explained to Yilin the many taboos of walking in the rivers and lakes, as well as the many sinister hearts and schemes in the rivers and lakes. It wasn't until Yilin couldn't stand it anymore and asked about the same thing that Jiang Feng spoke: "It is really important to say that Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Handwashing Conference is a family affair of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and outsiders should not be invited, and outsiders should not interfere! But things in this world are ever-changing, who can say clearly? In a thought, is it really important to go or not go?"

"Amitabha, Brother Jiang is very wise in what he said!"

Yilin's words were very sincere, but in Ling Hu Chong's ears, he was speechless for a while. After all, as soon as Jiang Feng said what he didn't say, he became Youhuigen, which really made Ling Hu Chong a little difficult to accept.

The sound of gongs and drums came from the front, and looking at the dense crowd in front of her, Irene suddenly showed confusion in her eyes. She can remember that she either lived in that remote village or the claustrophobic Heng Mountain, but she had never seen such a common trick.

"Let's go, Irene, this is a common trickster on the rivers and lakes. Speaking of which, in the past, Mo Taichong, the founding patriarch of the Nanyue Hengshan School, was an artist who changed tricks when he was young, and the Hengshan School's peerless learning, the Thirteen Styles of Clouds and Mist, is said to be a combination of the study of tricks and the way of martial arts, and the power is amazing. Therefore, the disciples of the Hengshan faction often have a good impression of the artists who conjure tricks, and over time, there are countless artists who make a living in the realm of the Hengshan faction. ”

When the three of them stepped forward, just in time for the last gong and drum to fall, a short, dark-faced man with a round face arched his hand and sang with a smile to everyone.

"Cough, everyone stand on your feet to cheer! The younger generation of Jinmen, how did you first arrive, borrow a piece of treasure land from your side to settle down to make a living, the old ones are my uncles, and the younger ones are my eldest brothers and brothers. If you have money, you will have a money field, and if you don't have money, you will have a personal field. Ahem, he said, what are you kid doing? My kid is a trickster. The one said again, just saying that not practicing is a mouthful style, and just practicing is not a stupid style. I'm a stupid guy who talks first and then practices, practices first and then speaks, and brags about cowhide. Hey, just do it, practice it, and I'll make a trick to relieve your old boredom. ”

With that, two lean and powerful, shirtless men jumped out of the crowd behind themselves.

One of them lay on a low wooden bed, while the other took out a heavy sledgehammer.

When the other two men lifted a huge stone slab weighing dozens of catties and pressed it on the chest of the man on the wooden bed, the man with the hammer had slowly come to the man, waved his arms, and was ready to move.

As the man swung a sledgehammer high, and then the hammer struck, the huge momentum and force made Yilin close her eyes, and her mouth kept chanting: "Amitabha!"

There was a loud bang, dust and stones, followed by a compact sound of gongs and drums and the applause and applause of the surrounding audience.

"Bang bang bang...... Chest crushing boulders, real kung fu, everyone cheer a lot, a lot of cheers!"

"Ding!" "Thank you!"

"Ding!" "Thank you!"

......

The round-faced man who was the first to speak took the gong around the crowd, and there were already a lot of copper coins in a thank you. When he turned to Jiang Feng and the others, the loudest thing that made Hu Chong scream, but when he touched the money bag, he found that it was already empty, and most of it was replaced by him for wine and drunk.

"This ......"

Linghu Chong set his eyes on Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng only smiled slightly at this time, and then threw out a small piece of silver to the gong.

"Thank you for this son, thank you, thank you!"

"Go ahead!"

Throwing out a piece of broken silver was not a big deal for Jiang Feng at this time.

At this time, Jiang Feng's attention has been attracted by one person. It was a scruffy old man with gray hair, hiding in a remote corner of the troupe, drinking wine. A trick team always needs some rich experience, so it is not surprising that there is such a person.

But the strange thing is that Jiang Feng always has a feeling that although the other party has never paid attention to himself, this person always makes Jiang Feng have a feeling that he is observing himself.

This is by no means an artist's observation of a generous child, but a feeling of a hunter carefully observing the fiercest beast in the jungle. (To be continued.) )