"Wow" There was a low cry from the inn, the Emei faction is as famous as Shaolin Wudang in the martial arts, and several masters of the Hui generation are even more outstanding in martial arts, I heard that Huiqing is the first, and the short and old master in front of him turned out to be the Huiqing master of the mighty martial arts, and the young and frivolous couldn't help but exclaim. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"There is nothing originally, where to stir up dust, Huiqing is polite. Master Huiqing hurriedly saluted.

"Quiet and void, quiet light, Jing Ci saw Uncle Guang"

"It turns out that the three of them are all second-generation disciples of the Emei faction, no wonder their martial arts are so good," Nangong Shaoyou said in his heart.

"Shaoyou, this monk is really strange, come in well, why do you want to recite the Buddha's verse, I'm afraid others don't know the origin of his martial arts?" Song Wan'er laughed in a low voice.

"Amitabha, the little monk is shallow, his cultivation is far inferior to Huiqing Shitai, and his understanding is not as good as this girl" said that his face was very serious, sitting on an empty table, bowing his head and chanting, very pious.

"The monk's ears are so dexterous. ”

Nangong Shaoyou hurriedly stood up, walked in front of Guang and said with a smile: "Hello master, the junior Nangong Shaoyou is polite, the junior has several relationships with Master Wen, and he has also received the master's kindness, so he is very grateful." He hid the fact that he had helped Wen, and simply expressed the benefits of Wenzeng's gift of medicine.

Guang opened his eyes and said strangely: "The son is a little monk who is puzzled, he only had a relationship with Nangong Shaoyou a few months ago, and his appearance is very different from that of the child. ”

"Monk, he is Shaoyou, you can ask Master Wen and Monk Yuanyuan, we caught the golden toad for them in the West Lake that day. ”

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, there is a matter of catching the golden toad, but the Nangong Shaoyou that the little monk knows is not the one in front of him. ”

"Haha, this kid must be a thigh door!" Zhou Qingjie said with a smile.

"Hey, Third Senior Brother, how do you know?"

"This kid just said that he had received the great grace of Master Huijing, and now he said that he had received the great grace of the monk Wenshen, if our master is here, he will definitely come over to hug the thigh of the Huashan faction, and say that he has received the great grace of an elder of the faction, of course, the thigh he hugs is of course powerful, not boasting that his sect can be comparable to Huashan Wudang."

He was very insidious, while satirizing Nangong Shaoyou, he also took the Zhang brothers into the army.

"Third Senior Brother, shouldn't it be more suitable to call it a sycophant, haha, haha"

The two laughed, Song Wan'er was about to refute, but was gently pulled by Nangong Shaoyou and walked back to his desk, he felt that things were very weird, there were people in the Demon Sect who had disguised themselves to do evil, but today's people are also disguised as themselves, but they have not done evil.

At this time, a hunchbacked old man walked in from the door of the inn, holding a rectangular wooden box in his hand, "Little second brother, this is the calligraphy and painting that the shopkeeper asked me to redraw for him the day before yesterday, the bounty has already been collected, you take it and hang it, the old man still has something to do, please tell him." ”

A guy came over and took the calligraphy and painting, "What calligraphy and painting?

The hunchbacked old man didn't seem to have good ears, and he didn't hear the man speak, so he walked out of the inn with his feet up.

The guy opened it suspiciously, and it turned out that the painting was a young man with a sword, who was fighting with four thieves, and there was a frightened old man sitting on the ground, the old man was the shopkeeper, and many words were written under the picture, and the first three words on the right were "knot sketches"

"Amitabha, donor, you can take a look with the little monk" Guang stood up and took the picture, "Shitai, although the little monk is a person in Buddhism, it is rare to be quiet, good tea, good calligraphy and painting, good martial arts, it is really a sin, a sin"

He looked at the picture, with a look of surprise on his face, and then smiled again, and said, "It turns out that this picture also has a relationship with the little monk."

"Monk, you should listen to it," Ren Qingjian said.

"This painting tells a story, the inn shopkeeper, three years ago because of the mourning home, back to meet a thief, fortunately a young man to come to the rescue, he was grateful, said to repay the gold, but the young man said, if you want to repay me, well, this thousand taels of gold I want, temporarily kept in you, after all the people who pass by your inn, in a hurry, you need to give tea, hungry and poor beggars, you need to give steamed buns, this thousand gold is with you to buy steamed bread to buy tea, the left biography records, Qin Jin war, is stalemate, Qin army general Du Hui was an old man with a grass ring made of grass in the set, and I don't know, fell to the ground, was captured by the Jin general Wei Liang, the old man disappeared, After dreaming at night, the old man said that his daughter was originally the concubine of Wei Liang's father, and his father was supposed to be buried after his death, but he was released by Wei Liang, so today his dead soul will be repaid by the grass, and this shopkeeper will change the inn to the grass house This is also the meaning,"

He said goodbye and walked in front of Nangong Shaoyou, "Son, please see, the young man in this painting is Nangong Shaoyou, and the little monk also got his comfort, so today is also a grass reciprocation." ”

"Huh, the master is also here for the affairs of the Nangong benefactor?" said Hui Qingqi.

"The little monk heard what the Taoist chief of Wudang Mountain Lingyun said, the Tao is that the young man is in distress in Yuhua Mountain, so he came overnight, and the master is also for this matter?"

"Poor Ni in the early years because of greed for fast progress, strong practice of real power, fell into the paralysis of both feet, has not been under Emei for two years, half a year ago to get the help of Nangong Shaoyou, invited the divine doctor Cheng Chen to relieve the suffering of the poor Ni, ten days ago I heard the beggar gang nine bags of disciples Tong Fei said, said that the young man was in distress in Yuhua Mountain, so he came to the rescue. ”

The noise in the inn was a mess, and the people of Huashan, Bagua Gate, and Qinglongmen all said that they had received the comfort of Nangong Shaoyou, and they also learned that he was in danger, so they came to the rescue.

And the real Nangong Shao was very surprised, but seeing that everyone was here to save himself, gratitude arose, and he looked at himself in the picture scroll blankly, very familiar.

"Shaoyou, imagine if Feifei changed into men's clothes, how would you go?"

After being reminded by Song Wan'er, he immediately recognized that the person in the painting was Murong Feifei who was wearing men's clothes, why did she pretend to be herself, and immediately understood, " That's right, Fei Fei knew that I went deep into the desert, and there was more than one luck, so she pulled her father-in-law around to give comfort to the major sects, with Cheng Chen's medical skills, it was extremely easy to help the people in the rivers and lakes who were living a life of licking blood every day, and when everyone received the favor, these people in the rivers and lakes naturally thought about how to repay the favor, and then sent a message that Nangong Shaoyou was in danger in the desert, and naturally the masters of the Central Plains went to the rescue, so I was much safer, but now they are all here, is it Feifei in distress?"

At this time, the shopkeeper probed outside the door and asked the guy in a low voice, "Is the fight over?"

"It's over, everyone seems to have turned enemies into friends now, and now they are all looking at your calligraphy and painting"

"Master, please return the calligraphy and painting to me, this is my benefactor!"

Everyone laughed, and the younger generation said in unison: "Nangong Shaoxia is also our benefactor!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly asked the reason, laughed, and hurriedly took everyone into the back hall, only to see that there was an immortal position in the back hall, which naturally wrote the name of Nangong Shaoyou, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods in my life, but I am incense every day, in order to bless my benefactor to live a long life." ”

"I don't know if he will live long, he is in danger now, we are going to Yuhua Mountain to rescue him" Although everyone glared at him angrily, Ren Qingjian still finished speaking.

"Yuhua Mountain?" the shopkeeper's face changed, "I can't go to that place, if Nangong Engong is really in danger there, he will definitely die for a lifetime, everyone, the old man advises you not to go, so as not to lose your life for this"