The avenue is smooth, and the businessmen and travelers are like clouds. Looking north, it is the important town of Fenzhou.

It was the first year of Song Yongxi, Taizong's imperial kingdom. The government decree is accessible, and the people are abundant. At that time, the enemy country Liao Jingzong had ascended to heaven for more than a year, the young master was young, and the Empress Dowager Xiao was in power, and the state affairs were turbulent, and he was unable to fight again. The two countries have taken a break to recuperate, and it is rare for the people to be peaceful and quiet. There are many travelers on the inter-county highways in various states.

Hu Buwei galloped on the official road for riding a horse, and everyone looked sideways. But his heart is like an arrow, and he doesn't care if he is unassuming. The jujube red horse runs on the smooth road, which is more than twice as fast as on the narrow mountain road. In only three or four hours, he ran more than a hundred miles. Seeing that the Fenzhou City Government is about to arrive. It was not yet noon, but the sun was already hanging high, roasting on the ground like a great furnace, and the sun was not thirsty.

From a distance, I saw a flag on the road ahead, with the word "tea" written on it, wrinkled and drooping like a dried cucumber under the sun. Immediately rein in the horse, ride slowly, and jump off the saddle. The tea shop stood on the side of the road, which was not small, and the shopkeeper used a big wood to build a pergola outside the door, stretched straight to the road, covered with wheat straw and thatch, and set up a table for passers-by to drink tea and rest.

Hu Buwei tied the horse to the tree next to the store, ordered a pot of tea, and poured it violently. It's so cool. It was only a few days, and it was only about 200 miles away from Wutong Village, and the weather here was already very hot. He rode all the way from Xialin Village, sweating like rain, his clothes soaked and dry, and scattered with fine white salt grains. In this way, I am afraid that if I try my best to catch it down, I will have to suffer from heat stroke. Hu Buwei sat at a table, sat patiently, and waited for his strength to recover a little before leaving.

The sun was very poisonous, and the melon and fruit sellers on the road all withdrew their stalls to the shade of the trees, and took advantage of the cool with a fan on their heads. Travelers flocked to the teahouses and liquor shops, many of whom wore swords, but were knightly swordsmen. There are quite a few guests in the teahouse, and there are people sitting at each table. I want to come to the store and hope that the sun will never set, and the summer will never fade. As a result, more people came to his shop to get water. Hu Buwei looked around, and saw that the people at the table on the right didn't know what was going on, shouting, talking and laughing, and there was a lot of noise, and more than 20 passengers at the side table opened their heads to watch. Hu Buwei was absent-minded and ignored what they said.

I'm bored. Suddenly, I heard the crowd at the next table burst into shouting. A huge fat monk stood up triumphantly from the crowd, holding half a watermelon in his hand, and took a bite. laughed loudly: "Hehe, hey, what? The poor monk is just a small means, you can't resist it, and you dare to say big things?" The people next to him said even more miscellaneously: "The divine monk's clever methods are really admirable." "Monk, there is really you, this wrist strength is so amazing!" and someone sneered coldly: "Tall and long, naturally strong, what is there to show off." ”

Someone said, "It's just brute force, what's the joy?"

Seeing the crowd in the audience, seeing that the monk won, there are many people who are not convinced.

The fat monk was not angry, and said with a smile: "This force is not brute force, the magic of qi transformation, and the method of keeping the dantian respectful, I don't know it." It's useless to say more, who is not convinced, put the horse upside down, and the poor monk is waiting. ”

As soon as he invited him to fight, everyone was dumbfounded. The monk's arms were thick and long, and he was very powerful, and he won the bet with others, and he had won four people. Bet on about one watermelon, and he's already won four watermelons. The monk opened a melon with his fist and ate it in a big gulp, and when he saw that everyone was still unconvinced, and he did not dare to fight, he said: "There are three watermelons on the table, and if anyone present can beat my wrist strength, I will lose to him." Two more swordsmen were so provoked that they unsheathed their swords and fought with him. and all were defeated.

Although the monk looks dull, his kung fu is very powerful. One of the two swordsmen was knotted and as black as gold and iron. It seems that he is also a strong man. It's just that when he fights his wrists, he can't shake his arm with all his might, and in the end, his whole body is pressed up, but the monk's standing hand seems to have taken root on the table, and it doesn't move at all. Wait until he is exhausted. With a slight snap, the thick black swordsman was brought down.

The monk laughed, very proud, and saw that there were more and more onlookers, some people were curious, and more people were angry. He wanted to subdue the audience and win respect. He immediately took out a fist-sized oilcloth wrap from his bosom, held it high, and showed it to all sides. laughed loudly: "This thing is a strange thing that the poor monk hunted when he traveled to Liao last year, called 'Night Golden Sand'. It is produced by a man-eating giant bat in the deep mountains, and taking one pill can cure the blind, which is very effective. Which good man dares to win a bet with a poor monk? If he can win, there are more than 100 in this bag, take it for himself!" He was deeply confident in his martial arts, and he was not afraid of being won away.

When everyone saw the treasure, they were all greedy. At that time, good doctors were hard to find, and quacks were prevalent. Everyone travels in all directions, often in danger, and they dare not say that they will not be blind in the future. If you get this treasure, it seems that you have a hundred pairs of eyes around you, and you can ensure that there is no risk of blinding. Even if you can't use it yourself, if you encounter a blind person who sells it at a high price, it is also a strange commodity to live in, and it is very profitable. Someone asked, "How is it good to have a good night of gold sand, but there is no equivalent gambling contract?"

The monk laughed wildly, vibrating inside and outside the store. Said: "This thing is not needed by poor monks, and it was supposed to be given to the Quartet." Now it seems that it doesn't matter which hero you lose, and there is no need for any reciprocal bet, as long as you win the poor monk's hand, the golden sand will be given to him this night!"

Everyone listened to the good deeds, and without making a bet, they had the opportunity to win more than 100 holy pills for the blind, and they all grinded their fists and shook their palms, eager to try. When even if there are many people who come forward in crowd, they gamble with him. The monk lost four people in a row, and his complexion did not change. His strength is really great. Everyone sighed and admired.

The fifth inviter was a thin yellow man, about forty or fifty years old, wearing a green bush shoulder gown, showing two small muscles on his arms. When they saw it, they all laughed. Someone said: "This hero is too thick and mighty, so muscular and powerful, the monk is better to admit defeat!" One person said: "People can't be good-looking, the sea can't be measured, this hero's muscles and flesh are better than gold and iron, and he has the ability of the overlord of Western Chu to pull mountains and rivers, you don't know, don't talk about it." Another person said: "That old man, aren't you crazy, it's not enough to stew a pot of soup with your muscles and bones, how can you bet with the monk to win?"

The onlookers looked at each other, feeling ridiculous.

But the man was very humble, and only laughed at the ridicule of the people. The big monk was also interested, and immediately sat down, standing his arm in the middle, his five fingers slightly open, waiting for the middle-aged man to hold it. The thin man approached the table, sat down too, and stretched out a thin yellow arm, big and small, of the same thickness. Slowly bent up, and shook the monk's hand. Everyone looked like a small earthworm sticking to a thick snake, and they all laughed wildly. Some people even laughed and coughed.

The monk smiled, "I'm ready, you can exert your strength!" The man bowed his shoulders and nodded with a sneer. Suddenly shouted: "Nine chapters of the law, seven stars borrow the law!" I couldn't see his thin body, but he had a thunderous voice, and a shout shook everyone's ears. I didn't have time to be surprised, but when I heard the sound of "click!" on the table, the monk's thick arm was pressed close to the table by him, and he was about to lose. The monk unexpectedly suffered a loss, stood up halfway, and held the edge of the table with his left palm. The arms stopped again. The monk gritted his teeth, his face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out. Desperately trying to bear the strength of breastfeeding, he struggled not to be overwhelmed by him.

Everyone was unexpected, and they couldn't help but stuff two eggs into the boss with his mouth open. No one expected this thin man to be so powerful. There is no shortage of chivalrous people who have been wandering for a long time at the table, and they are well-informed and recognize that the man uses the technique of Beidou borrowing. Thinking that he had taken advantage of the unpreparedness of the people on the side, he burned the talisman and drank it with tea. But he went to the table and recited a spell to attract the spell.

The monk also got it, although Beidou's technique of borrowing power did not really attract the power of the seven stars in the sky, but mostly the help of nearby ghosts. That is also the huge power of the dragon elephant, he only relied on his muscles and flesh qigong, and he could withstand it without being overwhelmed, which is really admirable. Seeing that although the monk was barely supporting, he was struggling very hard, his muscles were bulging high, and beads of sweat the size of beans were pouring out of the flesh. Everyone has already seen that after a while, the monk will be defeated. The more than 100 grains of night gold sand fell into the pocket of the thin man, and everyone felt sorry.

The monk's left hand put the two fingers together in the middle of the food, turned in a circle, and only shouted: "Great Compassion Heavenly Dragon, like a dragon elephant power!" The right arm immediately turned red, as if it had been scalded by boiling water, and it was violently broken! Only with a 'boom' sound, the man's arm was pressed down on the table, and the defeat turned into victory.

This is a lot of good play, tense and intense, and unexpected, so it is not much better to fight with higher hands. All the onlookers applauded and were respectful to the monk. The thin man didn't use it properly, his arm was injured, and he hid in the crowd and slipped out. The fat monk laughed loudly, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and his yellow-brown monk's robe was soaked, and the sweat was steaming and steaming like mist. The monk smiled and said, "Hahaha! Use spells! When I use the method, you don't know what you're doing! Dare to provoke me?" He forgot that he was only thirty years old, but the man was more than ten years older than himself. The fact is that while others are studying the Fa, they are still wrestling with his mother's milk. It's just the other way around.

At the moment, the bolder the bold, the throat screamed. This monk is also very unbearable, very reckless, and will not be forbearant and humble, only boasting and ridiculing loudly when he opens his mouth. shouted for a moment, and then fanned the hearts of the onlookers. It's just that after seeing his divine might, no one dares to brush the tiger's whiskers easily. The monk shouted a few more times, and a voice came from the inner hall, saying: "The monk is really extraordinary, and he can't do anything about himself, so he also comes to offer ugliness and ugliness." ”

I saw a person dressed in black, coming from the inner hall Shi Ran. Wearing a wide hat, he was dressed in black from top to bottom, covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. When everyone saw that there were fighters, the show started again, and they cheered and rushed to gather. Now even the customers from the liquor store have been invited. Threes and threes rushed straight over, tiptoeing out of the crowd. Those who are in a hurry are standing on the table. The shopkeeper's chubby face was smiling like a Buddha, seeing that the more customers there were, the better the income, and he didn't care about stepping on one or two tables.

At that moment, the two of them formed a formation and held their hands together. The man's arms and palms were also wrapped with black cloth, revealing only five nails, which were as oily as five pieces of the finest jade. Everyone saw this mysterious makeup, and the nails were green and strange. Everyone was amazed. But I heard the black-clothed strange man say coldly: "Yuanjue Divine Monk, I want to understand the power of the Great Compassion Heavenly Dragon Dragon Elephant of Hongye Temple." Monks, please take a shot, you don't have to be polite. The monk Yuanjue was very surprised to see him reveal his origin and the name of his spell, but he was deeply confident in his spell ability, and he was not afraid of him being a ghost. At that moment, he shouted, "Okay, even if you ask, I will show you, if you are hurt, don't blame me!"

The right hand is still strong, the left hand is pointing together, circled, and shouted the incantation: "Great Compassion Heavenly Dragon, like a dragon elephant power!" The arm on the table was red and skyrocketed, and the blood vessels were like earthworms. The man in black took out a green bead from his bosom, put it on the table, and said, "Since the bet wins, the bet must be equal." This mirage is worn to avoid snakes and insects, and you don't have to be afraid of infringement when you go deep into the mountains and Daze, and it is equivalent to your night gold sand, if I lose, it will be yours. At the moment, he didn't talk nonsense, grabbed his right hand, and shook Yuanjue's hand.

The monk sneered, seeing that he was calm and comfortable, and dared to make a bet on the mean. I don't take my proud magic skills in my eyes, and I can't help but feel angry. At that moment, I wanted to be ruthless and subdue him. Then he shouted, "Be careful!" the poor monk will strike!" and the man nodded.

The monk exhaled and said, 'Hey!', and the red arm instantly doubled in size, and the flesh was blocked. pressed violently, but I heard what seemed to be a poisonous insect exhaling and hissing. A slender object bulged out of the man's back, twisted and writhed, swam past its shoulder, burrowed into its right sleeve, and disappeared again. The onlookers were shocked, but the object was lying under its clothes, but it was impossible to see what shape it was.

Hu Buwei had forgotten to go home a long time ago, and was huddled in the crowd to watch the excitement, and he was very surprised when he saw a foreign object bulging behind the man in black. Suddenly, the Linglong Zhen nail on his chest screamed, vibrating, and the fiery light burned the skin on his chest.

Everyone was watching with bated breath, unexpectedly frightened by the earthquake, and they all looked at Hu Buwei with strange expressions. Hu Buwei saw that he had become the one who was in everyone's eyes, and he was so ashamed that he just wanted to find a hole to get into. The face rose red, bowed his head and retreated. only glanced at it, but saw that the man in black was suddenly shocked. The cold light swept towards him, and he couldn't help but be afraid in his heart, like falling into an ice cellar.

At a loss, he heard a loud sound of 'bump!', and the monk performed a feat and buckled the arm of the man in black deep into the wood, the edge of which was tightly sewn, and the arm was as if it had been born inlaid on the table. The tea table in the restaurant was made of thick and fine maple wood, and the table top was more than half a foot thick, enough to accommodate the strange man's arm.

The tea guests were taken by surprise. Seeing that the man in black was very sure, he dared to make a gambling contract to fight. It was expected that there must be a dragon fight, but he was pretending to be so bad. was defeated by the monk in one fell swoop, there was no suspense, but it was not as exciting as the previous thin man's fight. In disappointment, some people made insulting remarks and ridiculed harshly.

Hu Buwei's body was swishing in cold sweat. I saw that since the strange man was subdued in the arm, he looked at him without turning his eyes, and his vicious attitude seemed to be about to burst into action. I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I called Dr. Tea, got the change, and ran out of the door quickly.

The man in black was also refreshed, and since he had lost, he handed the mirage into the monk's hand, and only said "Admire." A pair of cold eyes stared at Hu Buwei who fled in a hurry, and engraved his appearance into his mind.

The monk got the treasure and laughed. Seeing that the opponent was happy, he didn't say anything to ridicule, but only shouted at the tea guests. Everyone was envious and helpless, but no one answered.

Hu Buwei whipped his horse and fled from the tea shop. Entered the city gate, passed through Fenzhou ten miles, and ran northwest when the fork in the road. At about midnight, I arrived at my home in Dingma Village. After a few days, it is better to be newly married, and the husband and wife will show their feelings and no longer go into detail.