"Fart!"

There was a loud shout, and the explosion sounded in everyone's ears.

But it was the fat monk with long hair among the three monks who knocked on the table again.

Listening to the chopsticks in Huang Rong's hand, who was listening carefully, he trembled, and almost dropped the picked up dish on the plate, Yue Ziran suddenly became unhappy with the three monks.

The big man who waved his fists before, as a character who has just made his mark, always has a good face.

He was listening with relish, and was interrupted by this monk as soon as he arrived at the wonderful place. I haven't swallowed the breath that was swept away before, and seeing that they are not characters in the town, there is no need to be polite, so I suddenly became angry and said: "Where did the thief and bald donkey come from, I will say that I am waiting, don't you wait for the, isn't it that the demon nun can't find it, and there is no place to spread the anger?"

He has been working on the dock all year round, and he has heard a lot of meat talk from the south to the north, so he naturally comes as soon as he opens his mouth.

Most of the other people in the inn are also peddlers, and they usually like to say some meat words to adjust their lives, but at this time, when they heard what the brocade-clothed man Zhang Datou said, he suddenly laughed.

Yue Ziran frowned, Miss Huang is still here, he can't hope that the little girl will listen to some foul language in the market,

He was about to interject, but he listened to the fat monk's companion, a monk who was as thin and tall as a bamboo pole, and Weng said angrily: "Zhao Kuangyin rose between the ranks and only achieved half of the country. And the Mongol Great Khan Temujin led the Mongolian elite cavalry to crisscross the Western Regions, and the heroes west of Western Xia and Kunlun all bowed down to their subordinates, and Dajin was also defeated and retreated.

Zhang Shifu and the others naturally knew that what they said and listened to was a bit exaggerated, but this was between the markets. Nothing should be taken seriously. Again. Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year. The Han people have been weak for a hundred years, and the people are not allowed to brag and fantasize about a little bloody character who suddenly emerged?

Thinking about it this way, these three monks are really a little unreasonable, and then look at them eating meat and drinking wine, and calling the name of the grandfather, maybe where the wild monks ran out.

Yue Ziran knew that the scolding war was about to start. He also wanted to know what the identities of these three monks were, so he didn't interject anymore, but motioned for Huang Rong to cover his ears and said softly: "Our family Rong'er is a beautiful woman in the world, so you can't listen to these foul words." ”

"Then how do I eat?" Huang Rong pouted.

"I serve you. Yue Ziran chuckled, as a person from the future, he was not used to sticking to the ancient men's and women's defenses.

Huang Rong is the daughter of the Eastern Evil, and Huang Yaoshi usually has no education in this area, so naturally he doesn't care anymore. Besides, they were sitting in the corner, and now all eyes were on the monks.

"Good. Huang Rong covered her ears. I happily ate a bite of food.

In this era when men are inferior to women and even women are not at the table, Yue Ziran's disregard for the defense always makes her a little happy. I feel like I'm enjoying a happiness that no girl in the world can enjoy.

As the brocade-clothed man who was in the limelight just now, he took the lead in making a difficulty, and said: "Where did you run out of the thief monk? Dare to call the grandfather by his name, without the temperament of a monk, could it be that he is a barbarian monk from the north, who usually does not recite Buddhist scriptures at all, and does some things to pour down the stove and remove ashes?"

This was a bit scolding to Yue Ziran.

Zhang Wufu also heard it, and he hurriedly persuaded: "Everyone is angry, what I just said is a bit exaggerated, my fault, my fault ......"

The grumpy fat monk said angrily: "Straight lady thief, I want to die grandpa to give you a ride." ”

After that, the monk stood up, took out a boning knife from his arms, and shot at the brocade-clothed man with a wave of his hand.

Yue Ziran glanced at his technique of wielding the bone knife, and then turned around and ignored it.

The knife grazed directly against Zhang Dahan's cheek, leaving a shallow scar, and then plunged headlong on the wooden table, and the handle of the knife was still trembling on the table, showing that if it was stuck in a person's head, that person would never live.

The inn fell silent for a moment.

The scholar also subconsciously shrunk his neck, he never expected that these three nondescript looking monks were still practicing the family. He always thought that they were monks who disguised themselves and deceived philanthropists for a living.

The fat monk looked around and scolded: "It turns out that they are all cowards, no wonder for hundreds of years, they have either been bullied by the Khitans or the Jurchens......

He scolded as he turned smugly.

When he saw Yue Ziran serving Miss Huang for dinner, he immediately laughed out loud and sneered: "Just like this, the rat who serves women all day long, still wants to resist my Mongolian iron horse......?

The fat monk said proudly, and was about to laugh again, but was interrupted by a "bang".

Under the gaze of everyone, I saw Yue Ziran slap on the table, and five or six chopsticks in the chopstick cage popped out, and I didn't see any movement from him, just a flick of his sleeve, and the five or six chopsticks that bounced up shot towards the three monks in an instant.

"Be careful. "The slightly ordinary of the three monks, the monk who has not spoken, finally spoke. After he reminded him, he dodged sideways, trying to dodge, but he didn't expect a chopstick behind him to come first, sealing the space for him to dodge.

Helpless, the ordinary monk could only flick his sleeves to cover it, but unexpectedly, the power on the small chopsticks turned out to be very large, and his sleeves were directly nailed to the wooden table by the chopsticks.

The same is true for monks who are tall and thin like bamboo poles.

The fat monk who ridiculed Yue Ziran was going to be unlucky. He tried to dodge, but unfortunately the sleeves of his coat were nailed to the wooden table, and the two chopsticks in the back were directly concocted as he had done when he punished the brocade-clothed man before, leaving a blood groove on each cheek.

"Be careful what you say in the future. Yue Ziran stood up and pulled Huang Rong towards the guest room: "Jiangnan is not a place where your black sect can spread wild, and if you don't speak disrespectfully, I won't be so polite next time." ”

"Finger power?" Looking at Yue Ziran's disappearing back, the tall and thin monk frowned and said suspiciously, but quickly shook his head again and said, "But it's not exactly the same, the way of exerting force is completely different." ”

The ordinary monk pulled out the chopsticks inserted on the wooden table and said, "Master has told me not to go wild when I go to the Central Plains, so as not to spoil my big things." ”

The fat monk touched the wound on his face, sat down with a wry smile and said, "Who knew that the first time I was rampant, I met a master, and he was a master of serving women." ”

The tall and thin monk said: "This person's martial arts are very high, even if he is not as good as his master, he is close to his uncle." ”

The other two nodded.

After a while, the fat monk asked suspiciously, "Strange, how did he recognize our identities?"

Others were puzzled.

Over there, the scholar who had been silent before became active and said to Zhang Datou: "Hey, look at those people, how angry they were just now, saying that the Han people are cowards, and now that the boy threw a few chopsticks casually, he immediately didn't dare to speak." ”

"Yes, I think they're the real softbones. The brocade-clothed man spoke a little loudly.

The three monks did not refute after hearing this, hurriedly finished their meal, did not stay in the store, and paid the bill directly and hurried away. (To be continued......)

PS: Black religion generally refers to Bon, which has a lot to do with Jin Yong's novels, and is not made up by the author.