The monk was very surprised when he took the "Heavenly Demon Soul Rejuvenation Pill" thrown by Nanjian, just like an old hen catching a worm, and was about to run to the corner to enjoy it alone, but saw that the color of the ball was a little unforeign, so he suddenly hesitated in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Duan Protector," the Qinglong Gang Jiang Miaofeng Hall Master couldn't help but smile with a look of envy and jealousy, "Congratulations on getting the Heavenly Demon Soul Rejuvenation Pill that people in this world are longing for without much effort!"

"Congratulations to the Duan Protector for obtaining this Divine Power Pill Pill!" everyone also congratulated him in unison.

But the monk's face was very distressed, and his expression became very anxious, "this thing," he said with a frown, "no one has ever seen it, could it be a fake?"

"But what we can say for sure!" Jiang Miaofeng blinked at the scarred eyelids and said matter-of-factly, "In Qinjiabao, there is indeed such a magical pill and a strange sword book, and the place where this pill and sword book are hidden, there are seven very powerful old men guarding them all year round. ”

"Then why did he give this pill to the owner of Liang Wenfeng this time!"

"This is not surprising!" At this time, the Zhuang Ke Aji, who had not been silent, said, "Because, the Lord of Qinbao and our Liang Zhuang Master are friends of Jinlan, and they have a deep relationship and are like brothers. ”

Listening to everyone's words, the monk's heart fluttered, and he didn't care about the fight outside, and raised the plaster-colored pill to his eyes with two fingers for a long time, and sniffed again, but the fishy and damp smell always made him feel that something was not right!

Seeing this, Jiang Miaofeng had a plan in his mind, and walked over, but his face pretended to be very reverent and peaceful, "If Duan Protector has doubts about this," he said, "You might as well let me test the medicine for you to ensure your absolute safety!"

The monk looked at him silently with his eyes open, and after a long time he suddenly burst into laughter, "Hall Master Jiang," he said, "I have always believed in this point that your loyalty can be seen by the sun and the moon, but I will not trouble you in this matter!" As he spoke, he swallowed the pill with one mouth like a wolf who was afraid of being robbed of food by his accomplices.

However, as soon as he entered his mouth and throat, he tasted the taste, and he knew that he had been deceived; the taste was dull, full of mud and sand, melted when encountered, and there was a fishy and smelly smell that made people sick and vomited.

When everyone saw this, some laughed, some held their faces red, and some hurriedly shouted:

"Duan Protector, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" said the monk with a sad face, "his grandmother's is clearly mud, mud, mud!"

And in fact, it is mud. When Nan Jian was lying on the ground just now, he had this idea in his heart, so he took advantage of the unpreparedness of others and secretly pinched some of the broken mud scattered on the ground together, and he had the origin of this fake "Heavenly Demon Soul Rejuvenation Pill"!

After vomiting, he rinsed his mouth, "What about them!" The monk shouted, "Go, don't let any of them go." So saying, he led the men out of the door, and was astonished at the sight of the sight before him, which was full of dead and wounded!

"Duan Protector, you have to call the shots for our brothers who were killed and injured in Liangjiazhuang!" This was the last sentence that Liang Wenfeng, the owner of the village, said with all his strength when he finally lost his breath.

"Tell the people of the whole village, the guys, chase!" the monk roared loudly as he waved the nine-ring tin staff, "they must be intercepted and avenged for the owner of Liang Zhuang and the dead brothers!"

Finally, he muttered quietly:

"Stinky boy, I see if you dare to fool me!"

Just as he was about to cross the stone bridge, the footsteps behind him were broken, and the men, women, and children of the village, with knives and guns, and swords and forks, chased after him, "Everyone go quickly!" Nanjian said, "Leave it to me here." ”

So, Ren Siyun rode a horse and followed the three of them across the bridge. But Nanjian was alone, standing on the bridge with the sword of evil on his shoulder, and coldly watched as the Zhuang guests chased after him with instruments under the leadership of the monk. When they arrived at the bridge, Meng Keli found Nanjian standing on the bridge, and they were all startled! Like a wild dog that rushed to the edge of a cliff frantically, he suddenly found that there was a dead-end road in front of him, so he was terrified and stopped abruptly.

"Stinky boy," said the monk, blowing his beard and glaring at him, "you dare to fool me with mud!"

Nan Jian deliberately pretended to be extremely shocked, "What!" he said, "You dare to say that the Heavenly Demon Soul Restoration Pill I gave to Lord Liang Zhuang is mud!

"Bloody mouth!" the monk still said angrily, "You don't come to this set anymore, I tasted it with my own mouth, and I don't know it!

Nan Jian stomped his feet angrily and pointed at him angrily, "You stinky monk," he said, "It's just a tyrannical thing, what I gave to the owner of Liang Zhuang, but you want to rush to eat it, and now that you have eaten the pill, don't say thank you, forget it, but the dog bites Li Dongbin and doesn't know the hearts of good people, and insists on slandering me that this pill is mud! You, you, you are a stinky monk, a stinky monk who can't die well!"

Seeing that he said so conclusively, the monk was a little confused, and hesitated for a long time, "Nan Shaoxia," he asked, "Are you really telling the truth, is that pill real or false?"

"Bald donkey, you are a bald donkey!" Nan Jian scolded endlessly, "People have been grinding for thousands of years, but you don't know the goods, when he is mud, you are really a bald donkey, a bald donkey who spoils good things!"

Hearing this, the monk felt guilty, "What do I think of that smell," he said, "fishy, stinky, all the smell of mud!"

"To tell you the truth," Nan Jian said, "I don't know exactly what kind of herb this pill is made of, but I'm sure that it was hidden by Qin Gongzi for fear of being stolen by Kang Sheng. As for how it tastes, I haven't eaten it, and I can't say it!"

Therefore, there was a catcher in the crowd who said:

"Yes, really good projectiles have a smoky and earthy smell, because the furnaces for alchemy are also made of clay, so it's normal for the pills to have a little earthy smell!"

When he heard this, the monk was very upset, "Ahhh He said, "I threw it all up, and I rinsed my mouth with water!

"Ahem! I have nothing to say!" Nan Jian pretended to be angry and annoyed, "I don't want to say any more, it's a pity, it's a pity! The Millennium Divine Pill is ruined," he shook his head again and said, "Bald donkey, I'm speechless to you! Goodbye, I don't want to see you again!"

So saying, he turned and left, deliberately pretending to be indignant, and cursing all the way! And those people, standing at the head of the bridge, silent, let them drift away and go away.

After a while, the monk sighed and smashed the bridge with the Zen staff in his hand, "Let's disperse!" he said with shame and indignation, "Two hall masters, let's go! (To be continued.) )