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"However, do you know that the Shaolin 72 stunts could originally be practiced together, and there were people who combined the Shaolin 72 stunts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" said the monk Juezheng.

"I don't think I've heard of anyone who can master the seventy-two stunts. Monk Juekong shook his head, looking puzzled.

Although he has just entered Shaolin, if someone really practices the Shaolin 72 stunts, it will naturally be in the limelight, how can he be unknown?

"That's because, since we lost a Buddhist scripture in Shaolin, no one has practiced seventy-two stunts at the same time. "Juezheng monk said.

"What scriptures?" asked Monk Juekong, his heart jumping, and he suddenly thought of the scriptures given by Xiao Yuesheng.

"Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra. Monk Juezheng said slowly, his expression solemn.

"Miscellaneous Ahanjing?" Monk Juekong changed color and exclaimed.

"Why, do you know this scripture too?" asked the monk Juezheng, looking at Juekong suspiciously.

Juekong hurriedly shook his head and smiled: "No, no, it seems that I have heard of this scripture somewhere, what is the use of it, and I can practice seventy-two stunts." ”

"Our Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are too strong, and their strength is different, if they are used to it at the same time, they will conflict with each other, at most seven or eight kinds, which is already the limit, and it is impossible to suppress the internal force of these conflicts, otherwise, the body will be completely damaged. ”

"For so many years, none of our Shaolin elders have exceeded eight stunts, not because they are not talented enough to learn, but because they have conflicts in their hearts and cannot be reconciled. ”

"However, if you have the Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra, these conflicts can be reconciled with each other, and the body will not be affected, and you can practice all the stunts. ”

"I see...... , then this miscellaneous Ahama Sutra must be the most important. Monk Juekong muttered.

"That's natural, if we have Za Ahan practice in Shaolin, then how can there be opponents in the martial arts?!" Monk Juezheng nodded vigorously and said angrily.

Monk Juekong remembered the situation at that time, as if Mr. Xiao didn't pay too much attention to it, and let himself carry it before sending it to the abbot.

It's just that he doesn't know these words at all, so how can he recite them, since it is such an important Buddhist scripture, he naturally can't hide it.

Soon, he met with Master Fang Zheng.

In the abbot's meditation room, sandalwood wafted, Master Fang Zheng's expression was solemn, his eyes were slightly closed, and the round and large Buddha beads were slowly moving, shining with a purple luster.

He was thinking about Ren Yingying, because of Xiao Yihan, things became complicated.

Xiao Yihan came here, his intentions were not good, obviously he also came to Ren Yingying, and wanted to let Ren Yingying go, but if this is really the case, it is inappropriate, but if he doesn't let go, it is also inappropriate, and it is really a dilemma to let it go or not.

Hearing the novice's message, he raised his head and let Juekong in.

Although Juekong is not the strongest martial arts in the Juezi generation, and his talent is not the best, but his surname is pure and good, his heart surname is broad, and his Buddha surname is very deep.

"Meet the abbot!" Juekong came in, clasped his palms together, bowed down, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and comfortable.

Master Fang Zheng looked at him twice, nodded, showed a look of approval, and then put it away, and said softly, "You have something to look for me?"

"Yes. Monk Juekong nodded, knowing that the abbot was busy and time was precious, so he went straight to the point, took out two booklets from his arms, and handed them over with both hands.

"These are two books that Mr. Xiao gave to his disciples. Monk Juekong said respectfully.

Master Fang Zheng took it with a smile, shook his head and smiled, this Juekong is also sincere, Xiao Yihan gave him the book, why bother to show it to himself.

Xiao Yihan has an old relationship with him, and he has a bit of friendship, he already knows that if the disciples who enter Shaolin can't detect it clearly, they will naturally not be easily recruited, even if it is recommended by Yue Buqun.

Even if Juekong is sincere, he has to look through it, so as not to chill his heart, Master Fang Zheng thought in his heart, and looked through it with his hands, from thin to thick.

"Luohan Boxing ......" Master Fang Zheng looked at the cover, smiled, and looked down, and when he saw the first page at first glance, his face became solemn.

"Good, good!" Master Fang Zheng slowly flipped through, this thin booklet was only five or six pages, concise and to the point.

Slowly stroking this booklet, rubbing it carefully, Master Fang Zheng was full of emotion, and his face was full of admiration: "Exquisite, exquisite, I didn't expect that the most proficient person in Luohan boxing is not in Shaolin, but this Mr. Xiao!"

Monk Juekong said respectfully: "This booklet is a gift from Mr. Xiao to his disciples, and the other booklet is for me to transfer to the abbot!"

Master Fang Zheng nodded, knowing that Monk Juekong would not lie, he had no other intention at what he said, if someone else who didn't understand listened to it, he thought that he was afraid that others would rob him of his secrets.

He nodded slowly, handed the boxing book back to the hand of the monk Juekong, and solemnly instructed: "This boxing book can be described as extremely exquisite, you must be good at figuring it out and experiencing it carefully." ”

"Yes, the disciple remembers the teachings of the master. Monk Juekong nodded.

"Abbot Qiqi, Uncle Fang Sheng will meet you. Suddenly, the voice of the little novice sounded outside the door.

"Let Senior Brother Fang Sheng come in quickly. Master Fang Zheng waved his hand and commanded gently.

Master Fang Sheng pushed the door in, and when he saw Juekong, he showed a kind smile: "Juekong, you are also there, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Xiao gave Juekong two books, Master, take a look. Master Fang Zheng smiled.

"Oh-?" Master Fang Sheng was surprised, took the thin booklet handed over by Juekong, and flipped through it with a surprised expression on his face.

"Awesome, it's really exquisite, it's unexpected!" Master Fang Sheng was amazed, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be completely dispersed, and his face shone brightly.

"Senior brother, is this what Mr. Xiao noted?" asked Master Fang Sheng.

Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Exactly!"

"Mr. Xiao is really a master of his generation, and my Luohan Fist is far inferior to him!" Master Fang Sheng shook his head in admiration.

Master Fang Zheng smiled, just this commentary on Luohan Boxing, he could conclude that when it comes to the subtlety and mystery of Luohan Boxing, no one in Shaolin Temple can compare.

He picked up another yellowed silk booklet, his eyes staring, and his face changed dramatically.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?!" Master Fang Sheng hurriedly asked, Senior Brother Abbot's Buddhism is profound, it can be said that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his color remained unchanged, what caused him to change his expression so drastically?

"I'll take a look first!" Master Fang Zheng waved his hand, his eyes were fixed on the silk booklet, and he slowly flipped through it, with a solemn expression on his face.

His face gradually calmed down, just now he saw those four words at first glance, and his mood was agitated, but at this time he had already subdued.

"Senior brother, just look at it. He slowly handed it over to Master Fang Sheng.

Master Fang Sheng couldn't wait to take it, and after a glance, he was immediately stunned, and said in a lost voice: "Is it the Miscellaneous Ahan Sutra?!"

Master Fang Zheng nodded slowly, his expression solemn.

Master Fang Sheng couldn't wait to flip through it, and soon, he finished the page, and there were not a few pages, just made of silk, and each page was very thick.

"Senior brother, is this scripture true or false?" Master Fang Sheng's voice trembled slightly, it was not that he was not deep in concentration and his cultivation was not good, but in fact, this scripture was too important to Shaolin.

"Ten of the best is true. Master Fang Zheng said slowly, turning to Juekong: "Juekong, what did Mr. Xiao say?"

"The gentleman said that he also got this scripture by accident, and it is useless to come, so it is better to return it to the original owner, and let me pass it on to the abbot. "Monk Juekong told the truth.

"God really help me Shaolin!" Master Fang Sheng said excitedly.

With the Miscellaneous Ahan Sutra, you can practice the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, break through the limitations of not being able to cultivate the eight at the same time, and the disciples of the Shaolin School will be even stronger.

Master Fang Zheng was not so excited, thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Xiao is so generous, Shaolin is really ashamed of it. ”

Monk Juekong said: "Mr. said, this scripture is used to make amends, as long as Shaolin does not blame him, he is already satisfied." ”

"Oh-?" Master Fang Sheng nodded, suddenly, waved his hand and smiled: "This is nothing, the right is just a competition." ”

Master Fang Zheng also nodded, if it weren't for Jiang Nanyun's nonsense, he wouldn't have known that Xiao Yihan's martial arts were so high.

"Uncle Abbot, Uncle Fangsheng, I take my leave. "The monk Juekong tithes.

Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Well, go ahead, you take this Arhat boxing book, this miscellaneous Ahan Sutra, I will keep it." ”

Monk Juekong nodded, bowed, and slowly withdrew.

Master Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng glanced at each other, and they were busy flipping through the Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra together, looking excited.

"Abbot Qiqi, something is wrong!" the anxious voice of the little novice sounded outside.

"Jueming, come in and talk!" Master Fang Zheng's brows moved, he shook his head a little unhappily, and said in a deep voice.

The little novice Jueming hurriedly came in, and when he saw it, he said, "Abbot, the big thing is not good, Miss Ren is gone!"

"Gone?!" Master Fang Sheng was surprised, and stood up, Shaolin Eighteen Arhat guards, who can snatch Ren Yingying away?!

"Mr. Xiao, what about them?!" Master Fang Zheng asked with a calm face.

"Mr. Xiao, they are gone!" Jue Ming said busily, took out a letter from his bosom, and handed it over with both hands: "This is a letter I found, it is in Mr. Xiao's house!"

Master Fang Zheng took it, unfolded the list, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This Mr. Xiao...... Alas!"

"Senior brother, what did he say?!" Master Fang Sheng asked hurriedly.

"It's to apologize for his sins, forgive him for saying goodbye, and Miss Ren will go with him!" Master Fang Zheng handed over the letter, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"If it's really him!" Master Fang Sheng took the letter, glanced at it a few times, and shook his head: "Senior brother, do we want to chase it?"

"Alas...... Forget it!" Master Fang Zheng shook his head.

Master Fang Sheng said with some indignation: "This Mr. Xiao is really ......!"

Master Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed, thought for a while, and said: "Mr. Xiao is also willing to give up, a miscellaneous A Han Sutra, in exchange for Miss Ren, Miss Ren is really his confidante!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Fang Sheng Gao Xuan Buddha.

"Mr. Xiao, they are the same, how did they leave?" Master Fang Zheng said slowly with a solemn expression.

Master Fang Sheng's expression also became solemn, and he regarded the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin as nothing, such martial arts can indeed be called high-strength.

"Senior brother, I'll go and ask Juese about them!" Master Fang Sheng got up, turned around and left.

Master Fang Zheng opened his mouth, but finally did not speak.

Master Fang Sheng had something in his heart, he walked like flying, compared to a young man, his body and bones were more vigorous, and he came to the front of the small courtyard without a few steps.

The eighteen Arhats stood there like statues, their eyes glazed and their expressions gloomy, no longer in high spirits.

When Master Fang Sheng saw it, his heart was slightly sour, this time the blow was too big for people.

"Juese, come here. Master Fang Sheng beckoned and beckoned Monk Juese over.

"Uncle Shi......" Monk Juese walked over slowly, his face was full of energy, as if he had changed someone, and he didn't look energetic at all.

The other seventeen monks followed him and paced slowly.

"Look at your appearance!" Master Fang Sheng's rare anger, he snorted heavily, and raised his voice: "As the protector monks of Shaolin, you should be more and more courageous, instead of sighing!"

Monk Juese's eyes rolled, his sword eyebrows raised, and his eyes slowly flashed with essence, yes, he was only defeated once, he should not sigh here, but should work hard to earn back the face of this time in the future!

"Uncle Shi has taught me a lesson, and the disciple knows his mistakes!" said the monk Juese nodded solemnly.

Master Fang Sheng's expression eased at this time, nodded, and said, "Well, this is what the Eighteen Arhats look like,...... Tell me, what's going on, did you hear anything unusual at night?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

Seeing this, Master Fang Sheng already understood that they didn't know anything, and they couldn't hear anything.

"Could it be that you can't hear their voices at all?" Master Fang Sheng asked without giving up.

Monk Juese thought about it, and his expression suddenly moved: "Uncle Shi, now that I think about it, it's really strange, why didn't they move at all!"

After being reminded by him, everyone also woke up one after another, their internal strength was profound, and they were very close to the small courtyard, so they should naturally be able to hear the voices inside.

But this time, they couldn't hear any sound at all, only the sound of the bamboo forest, and it sounded as if the people inside were not speaking.

However, they are old friends reunited, how can they not say a word?!

Obviously, this matter is unspeakably strange and unreasonable.

"Uncle Shi, I heard that this Xiao Yihan is extremely proficient in formations, and he can be called the first in the world, did he arrange any formations?!" Monk Juese thought for a while, looked up and asked.

"Well, it must be so!" Master Fang Sheng nodded, showing a look of approval, and said, "If it is really a formation, I can't complain about you, I am afraid that it is rare in the world to be able to break his formation." ”

"Yes!" The eighteen arhats nodded in unison, and their spirits replied a little, if it wasn't for the fact that they were fleeing because of their lack of martial arts, their minds would naturally be different.

"Uncle Shi, let's go after it, I don't believe it, he can break the Eighteen Arhat Formation!" Monk Juese snorted heavily.

"That is, even if he can break our eighteen Arhat formations, he can't break our Shaolin one hundred and eight Arhat formations!" said a very young monk next to him.

"That's it!" the rest of the monks chimed in.

Master Fang Sheng waved his hand, shook his head and said: "Forget it, since he is proficient in the formation, let's chase it, it is also in vain, there is no need to work for the master, the abbot has his own decision." ”

With that, he turned around and left, leaving the eighteen Arhats indignant, talking loudly, and being extremely angry with Xiao Yuesheng.

A group of seven people, not on horseback, galloped lightly, and in the evening, they came to a small town, found the largest inn, and settled down.

Although this town is not big, the inn is extremely high-grade, there are several elegant courtyards, they asked for one, Xiao Yuesheng lives in the east, Song Mengjun and Su Qingqing live in the west, and the rest live in the wings.

At the beginning of the day, they had dinner and sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.

Several jade-like faces reflect each other, and the living room seems to have become a hall of light, which is dizzying.

"Master, the Shaolin monks really won't chase us?!" Jiang Nanyun was dressed in white, like a fairy who didn't eat fireworks in the world, she took a sip of tea, pursed her lips and asked with a smile.

Xiao Yuesheng drank tea and nodded slightly.

"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to swallow this breath!" Su Qingqing was dressed in a lake-green shirt, shaking his head and sighing lightly, with a look of admiration on his face.

"That's it!" He Xueqing agreed, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and smiled: "Shaolin is the largest gang in the world, just to maintain dignity, it can't tolerate us!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, he just drank tea and didn't say a word.

Ren Yingying's expression was cold, she didn't say a word, and she didn't look at Xiao Yuesheng.

Song Mengjun was dressed in a royal blue shirt, cold as frost, and said lightly: "Since Mr. said it doesn't matter, there must be some certainty." ”

"Yes, sir, what's going on?" Su Qingqing nodded hurriedly, staring at Xiao Yuesheng curiously.

"Don't say it, don't say it. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, raised his head, swept his warm gaze at the women, and lowered his head again.

Su Qingqing pouted, glanced at him, and glanced at Jiang Nanyun.

Jiang Nanyun shook her head, if the master didn't want to say it, even if she was coquettish in every way, she would be helpless, besides, in front of so many people, if the master still didn't let go, she would have no face, so it would be better to ask for a surname.

"Sister Ren, you come back to Lin'an with us. Jiang Nanyun whispered to Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying shook her head, silent, indifferent, gently holding the teacup, her eyes focused on the teacup, it seemed to be some kind of treasure.

"Sister Ren, let's go back to Lin'an City together, let's talk together, wouldn't it be happy?" Su Qingqing turned her head to look at her and said softly.

Ren Yingying's indifferent jade face showed a hint of a smile and shook her head.

"Sister Ren, although the Shaolin faction didn't chase after you, but you are out alone, after all, it is not safe, it is better to go back with us. Song Mengjun said softly, and his cold face softened.

Ren Yingying shook her head and smiled, but still didn't let go.

He Xueqing and Ren Yingying had never met before, and if they were advised, they would have a deep meaning, not what she wanted, and they didn't speak.

They all persuaded her, and seeing that Ren Yingying still didn't let go, they all looked at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng just looked down at the tea cup and didn't mean to speak, which made the ladies disappointed, and looked at him hatefully, complaining that he was not decisive enough.

Although they sat together, Ren Yingying had been sitting silently, and the atmosphere in the room was not relaxed, and she didn't talk much, so she quickly dispersed, and went to bed early so that she could hurry as soon as possible tomorrow morning.

Although Shaolin did not send anyone to chase after him, he was in Shaolin, after all, it was not very safe, maybe someone would secretly take action.

"Miss Ren, where do you want to go?" Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a mink fur, graceful and chic, and asked Ren Yingying lightly.

Ren Yingying is also dressed in a snow-white mink fur, and the snow-white mink fur reflects the snow-white crystal on her face, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she is so beautiful that it is difficult to understand.

They were walking down the street, lanterns hanging high on both sides, illuminating the street brightly.

Although the town is small, it is quite prosperous, the sky is cold, and the streets are sparsely populated, with only a few small stalls.

The two came to a wonton stand, asked for two bowls of wontons, and sat down.

The owner of the stall was an old man, dressed in patched clothes, but very neat and clean with tulips.

The tables and chairs in the stall were extremely clean, although a little old, but they were neat and tidy, without stains, just like his people.

Seeing this, Ren Yingying also sat down.

The wontons were quickly ready, and they were served by the old man, steaming hot and fragrant, and they were greedy when they looked at it.

"I'm going back to Blackwood Cliffs. Ren Yingying took the bamboo chopsticks handed by Xiao Yuesheng and said slowly.

When the two are alone, although she is indifferent, she is not as good as in front of outsiders, she seems noble, but she is extremely shy.

This time, Xiao Yuesheng personally went to Shaolin and rescued her, she saw the strange eyes of the girls, and she felt even more shy, and she didn't look at Xiao Yuesheng.

At the beginning, when she saw Xiao Yue giving birth to Shaolin, she was still resentful and angry with him, but later, at this time, she was shy and didn't dare to look at him.

"Black Wood Cliff?!" Xiao Yuesheng frowned and shook his head: "No!"

"Why not, where do I want to go, I don't need your consent?!" Ren Yingying took the small spoon again, stirred it slowly, and hummed without raising her eyes.

"The news of your father's entry into the WTO, Heimu Cliff must have already known, otherwise, he would not stand idly by this time!" Xiao Yuesheng said in a deep voice, staring at Ren Yingying.

"What if you know?!" Ren Yingying said lightly.

"Your father and Dongfang are undefeated is a great enemy, not to mention what will happen to Dongfang undefeated, even those sect members, how will they treat you?!" Xiao Yuesheng said in a deep voice.

"Even if I die, I will die in Blackwood Cliffs. Ren Yingying said coldly.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned suddenly, he couldn't hear this dead word the most, and said in a deep voice: "Your father's enemy, it is inevitable that he will not be killed, it is too dangerous, it is better to return to Lin'an with me." ”

"I'm not going back. Ren Yingying shook her head with a resolute expression.

Xiao Yuesheng lowered his face coldly, and snorted in a deep voice: "Even if you don't go back to Lin'an, you can't go back to Heimu Cliff!"

Ren Yingying lowered her head, gently stirred the wontons, and stopped talking.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes were like blades, staring at her, and after a while, seeing that she didn't look up, he sighed softly, and the surging anger was slowly suppressed.

Two more people came over, sat next to the wonton stall, asked for two bowls of wontons, and looked at Xiao Yuesheng and Ren Yingying.

The two of them were silent, each eating wontons, their faces were covered with frost, and they knew that they were making an awkward scene at a glance.

The cold air was awe-inspiring, the street was getting more and more deserted, and the sound of beating the watch came from afar, and it was clear and trance with the cold wind.

After eating the ravioli, the two stood up and walked back down the street.

"Your father's martial arts have recovered, don't you want to see it?" Xiao Yuesheng said slowly in a calm voice.

"He only has martial arts, only revenge, and he doesn't have to have my daughter. Ren Yingying shook her head and said quietly, indescribably stunned.

Xiao Yuesheng sighed: "Alas...... , if you have been imprisoned for more than ten years, after you escape, you will also think about revenge. ”

Ren Yingying sighed faintly, suddenly felt bored, always thought that his parents were no longer there, and later, his father suddenly appeared, he was overjoyed, but he didn't want to, the father who ushered in him, but he was indifferent to himself, he only thought about practice, and only thought about how to take revenge, which really made her both disappointed and sad.

"Since my father's martial arts have recovered, he doesn't need me. She said lightly.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed: "He is even more radical now, if you don't dissuade him, I'm afraid he will go farther and farther." ”

"Will you kill my father?" Ren Yingying asked lightly.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly: "Last time, I had left him a glimmer of life, but I didn't expect it, but I hurt others because of it, next time, if I make another move, I won't show mercy." ”

Ren Yingying turned her head to glance at him, silent, seeing the indifference in his eyes, although she had not been with him for a long time, she knew him very well, and when she showed this expression, she was murderous in her heart.

She sighed in her heart, feeling more and more bored.

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and said, "If you don't like Lin'an, go back to Luoyang, didn't you live in seclusion in Luoyang before?"

Ren Yingying was silent.

"If you go back to Luoyang, I won't bother. Xiao Yuesheng said slowly.

"Well, okay. Ren Yingying finally nodded.

This time, they came to a small city, and the four daughters of Song Mengjun looked at each other and smiled.

"Miss Song, let's go visit Li Daxia and heal Li Gongzi's injuries. Xiao Yuesheng pulled the reins of the horse and said.

"Okay!" Song Mengjun's three daughters all nodded in agreement.

This small city is the small city where Li Kaiye lives in the four continents of Yijian Han, which is quite simple and does not see prosperity.

"Nanyun, you go and deliver the post first, let's visit in the evening. Xiao Yuesheng said softly.

"Yes. "Jiangnan Cloud should be.

After a while, Jiangnan clouds rushed in like a gust of wind, and the most lit lights in the house illuminated the small courtyard, which looked magnificent.

"Master, something is wrong. As soon as Jiang Nanyunfu came back, he said busily.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her, thinking that she liked to make a fuss, and asked lightly, "What happened to surprise you." ”

Jiang Nanyun couldn't argue with his master, drank tea heavily, and gasped, so he said, "It's Li ...... Li Daxia had an accident. ”

"Oh, what's wrong?" Xiao Yuesheng asked nonchalantly.

For this Li Daxia, Xiao Yuesheng admires him and his martial arts skills, which is admirable, but more importantly, he has a chivalrous heart, which is quite rare in the martial arts.

After practicing martial arts, people's surnames have become more and more distinct, and many people are alone, and even rob their homes, which is not a good way.

"Li Daxia was injured by someone, and now his surname is dying. Jiang Nanyun put down the teacup and drank the tea in one go.

"Wandering the rivers and lakes, this step is inevitable. Xiao Yuesheng sighed with emotion and shook his head helplessly, this was just his luck.

A character like him, logically speaking, has already been assassinated, but he has lived to this day, but he is also an outlier.

"Master, go and have a look. Jiang Nanyun's eyes turned and he smiled smartly.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Well, it's okay to go and have a look." ”

Ren Yingying had already set off to leave, Jiang Nanyun wanted to accompany her and send her to Luoyang City, but Ren Yingying refused, no matter what.

Jiang Nanyun vaguely understood her thoughts, so he no longer insisted, so he could only let her leave silently.

But she has already passed on the book to the eagle, so that the people of the Qingping Gang secretly support herself and prevent others from hurting her.

Xiao Yuesheng led the five daughters to the Li Mansion, attracting the attention of countless people along the way, the charm of Jiangnan Yun, Song Mengjun's cold and noble, Su Qingqing's exquisite beauty, He Xueqing's gentleness like water, and Xiaoxiang's beautiful youth.

These five women have their own style and attractiveness.

The gate of the Li Mansion was closed, and many people stood outside the door, but they did not come out to greet them, and the gatehouse seemed to have slipped away.

Xiao Yuesheng stopped to watch for a while, nodded and said, "This must have been a rich mansion before, and it was extraordinary, but Li Daxia lived here, but it was not bad." ”

"Master, let's go in. Jiang Nanyun said angrily.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, waved his hand, and motioned to step forward and call the door.

Jiang Nanyun stepped forward and came to the near gate, the warbler whispered crisply, reported his surname, and asked Li Daxia to show up.

The door was quickly opened, revealing Li Tianze's pale and haggard face, looking at Jiang Nanyun, and then at Xiao Yuesheng, who was standing with his hands in his hands.

His face turned even paler, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "My father invited Mr. Xiao to meet with Gang Master Jiang." ”

Everyone followed him and entered Li Kaiye's bedroom.

Along the way, Li Tianze didn't say a word, as if he was dumb, looking at Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, still showing hatred, but it was just covered up, but it was not complete.

(To be continued)