Two days later, the aftermath of the "Zhenlong Chess Game" has also dissipated.

Xiao Qi also hummed and chirped on the bed pretending to be sick, grabbed the chicken soup next to him and tasted it, and immediately sprayed it out!

"Senior brother, your cooking skills are too badly degraded! Putting salt is like putting water! ”

Su Xinghe, who was playing the score, smiled, quickly handed him a look of self-begging, picked up the entire chessboard and ran.

"Eh, what ......are you afraid of?"

"Lin, Xiao, Seven!"

"Huh...... Ah Zi, this chicken soup you make is simply rare in the world, and it is delicious! But remember, next time you must put less salt......

Xiao Qi accompanied him carefully, and then with a generous expression on his face, he grabbed the bowl and poured it down.

“...... It was so delicious......"

Damn, my tongue is numb after drinking, and my stomach is turning over and over, oh my God!

"Humph!"

Ah Zi snorted, and slowly put down the six bibi needles and five heart piercing nails in his hand......

After sending away my aunt and grandmother, Su Xinghe's cheap goods came back upside down, Xiao Qi grabbed the pillow and threw it over!

Whispered and cruel: "How can you give her those things!"

Su Xinghe was very aggrieved: "The master saw that she liked it, so he gave her all the hidden weapons on Ding Chunqiu's body, and also stuffed a book of Bashu Tangmen's loose hand secrets......"

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, and then said viciously: "Dead old man, I ran out to play by myself, and you threw this mess to me......" said and suddenly became happy, "It's not me...... It's you, I'm going to have to go out for a walk right now......"

The punishment of 100 days and thousands of beggars has not been done at all......

"What!

Su Xinghe was in a hurry, that little thing didn't listen to his master at all.

Xiao Qi didn't care about him, and glanced around: "Did the old man tell you when he would come back?"

"How did you settle this kind of thing......

"Cut! Still traveling, isn't it just that I'm afraid that my old lover will come to the door and go out to hide from debts...... Old pervert!"

Su Xinghe wanted to echo it, but he didn't say anything after remembering the dignity of the teacher, but just praised it silently in his heart.

"But it doesn't matter, the reputation has already been played, who dares to touch Lao Tzu......?! I didn't expect the old man to kill Ding Chunqiu, but just abolished his martial arts and let Xuan Yan bring him back to Shaolin, tsk, that's more than ten years of half-dead life, the old man is really ......"

As soon as he thought of the final disposition of this matter, Xiao Qi didn't understand what kind of mercy this old man had at this time.

If someone treats the master like that, the master will first plant his whole body with life and death charms, let him have a seizure for a month, and then crush every joint in his body, and finally slowly break the muscles and bones, so that he can't survive and die......!

He didn't know, but Su Xinghe somewhat understood his master's thoughts.

He looked at this little junior brother who was gloomy and wanted to lose his move.

Without Ding Chunqiu's betrayal, there would have been no more than ten years of captivity in this cave......

Without such a bitter hatred, there would not be as desperate search for a successor as a few years ago......

Naturally, it doesn't matter what is the most satisfying master-apprentice relationship for the master in the current period......

No matter how tortuous the process is, judging from the ending, even if the master is not a profiteer, he is no longer a disappointed person.

"What's next, where are you going?"

Are you going to ...... Of course, the thousand begging rounds are completed first, and where to go......

Su Xinghe asked, Xiao Qi really couldn't make up his mind, the north is the Khitan, nothing fun, the vulture in the west has also been there, it is estimated that Uncle Shi saw the message and cut his heart, or don't touch the mold, then go south!

"When I went to Dali, Yunnan, I was very interested in Duan Yu's [One Yang Finger], the life and death charm is ruthless, but the Yin people have to have water or something, and I don't drink...... I don't need a yang finger, I heard that it can also cure diseases, which can't even be compared to the stunt [Wuxiang Robbery Finger]. ”

Compared with the [Six-Vein Divine Sword], Xiao Qi is more interested in [One Yang Finger], the invisible sword qi is more powerful than the finger, but it has been obviously biased towards swordsmanship all the way, looking at the master of the lamp, Xiu Xiu, not the six veins are also a humanoid laser sword, these two martial arts are the sharp weapons of the Yin people behind them.

But it's just interested, the most important thing at the moment is ...... [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending]!

This is the only two "S" levels in the "Beggar" system......

Go to the Duan family to steal other people's family martial arts?

Su Xinghe blinked, even if you learn how to use it, let Dali Duan know that he has to chase you to the death!

"Then make up your own mind...... Tsk, okay, there's no one in the mountains again. ”

"Don't worry so much, if you want to worry about your baby apprentice, this little girl may sneak out one day, you have to watch carefully. ”

“...... Alas!"

Su Xinghe's old face twitched when he heard this.

In the corner, Ah Zi secretly glanced at the two of them a few times, and his dark and jewel-like eyes suddenly revealed a little fox-like cunning......

......

......

Murong Fu opened his eyes and wanted to sit up for the first time, but he touched the seriously injured lungs, and a cold sweat broke out.

His mind instantly remembered that hateful, ugly face......

His expression suddenly became hideous!

Looking around, on another bed in the small bamboo house, there was the old monk, his face was pale, and his right leg had been bandaged.

There was a mess in his head......

Who is that gray-clothed man? How can he use [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift]? What is his relationship with himself? How did the thief who seemed to be a hairy boy know the secret and suddenly killed himself? The weight of that move was that he couldn't even hit it, this was a mistake? And the old man with a demeanor like a fairy and a superb martial arts skill turned out to be the thief's master!

"You're awake. ”

An old voice rang in his ears.

"It took two days to wake up, and there is a gap between your martial arts and my expectations. ”

"Who the hell are you?! How dare you humiliate me here!"

"Huh!"

Murong Bo sneered and pulled off his scarf, and Murong Fu was suddenly stupid.

"Daddy...... Dad, you're not dead?"

"Hmph! you can't even prevent a teenage boy from sneaking up on you from behind, where did you learn my Murong family's peerless school!!"

Murong Fu's excitement faded instantly, and he lowered his head and blushed.

This sentence smashed hard into the heart like a hammer.

Murong Bo was also very angry, so he turned his anger on his son.

In all fairness, Murong Fu did practice martial arts hard, and he also had the ambition to restore the country, and he was proud of both civil and military cultivation.

But his strength is really a line worse than that hateful boy, and his age is no longer advantageous...... He suffered a loss from his master, his son was shamelessly attacked by him, and two generations of the Murong family were "defeated", even if others didn't know, Murong Bo couldn't convince himself.

Looking at his son's humiliated expression, he knew that the words were serious.

"Fu'er, be careful in the future, if it weren't for your internal strength, I'm afraid you would have died under the palm of that kid...... The palm power is straight and straightforward, as if there is nothing, it is really a wonderful martial art!"

Murong came back to his senses and asked, "Dad, can you see the number of that person's paths?"

Murong Bo showed a strange look in his eyes: "I don't know the footwork, the palm is ...... It seems to have some similarities with your aunt's martial arts......"

He froze down, put aside some associations in his mind, and recalled the fight two days ago, and suddenly whispered with some interest:

"Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's other person can one repay the other's ......"

Murong Fu listened strangely, why did he suddenly talk about the family motto of the Murong family?

Listening to Murong Bo's words, he said: "You can know a hundred martial arts, but you don't know much...... Maybe it's not the right way. ”

Murong Fu was shocked and shocked: "Dad, you ......"

Murong Bo didn't answer, but his face was fierce: "Since the master has already woken up, why should he pretend to be asleep!"

Gu Mozhi immediately opened his eyes, smiled, and closed his palms, "The little monk also wants to thank the old benefactor Murong for his grace many times for rescuing." ”

Murong Bo's face changed several times, and he changed back to a smile: "You and I have been friends for many years, you don't have to be so formal, and I hope that the master will not tell the fourth person the news that I am still alive......"

"The little monk should be tight-lipped. ”

Murong Bo's expression seemed to be relieved: "That's fine...... Does the master know where I have been all these years?"

Gu Mozhi's face remained unchanged: "The last time the old benefactor rescued him so immediately, wouldn't it be in Shaolin......?"

"The master is really wise, and it is indeed true. The old man has been hiding for more than 20 years since he cheated his death to avoid disaster, does the master know why?"

"The seventy-two stunts in the hands of the little monk are still exchanged from the old benefactor, I really don't know what else is worth nostalgia in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

Murong Boqiang made a mistake in practicing seventy-two stunts, and went to Shaolin not only to avoid disasters and find Shaolin magic skills, but also to find a solution.

But after many years, he still couldn't do it, but he became more and more addicted to martial arts and couldn't extricate himself......

Of course, I can't say the same thing with Gu Mozhi now, he didn't ask for nothing to save this monk twice.

"Master, have you heard of ...... [Yijin Sutra]?"

Gu Mozhi's eyes lit up: "Shaolin Treasure [Yijin Sutra]?

Murong Bo said with an unfathomable smile: "The old man has already discovered the place where the scriptures are hidden, as long as the time comes, ......"

"There are many monks in Shaolin, and the old donor may not be able to withstand the many monks of the Xuanzi generation......"

"It's hard not to work, there are still tricks to make, [Yijin Jing] is already determined to win. ”

"Oh, the little monk is looking forward to the day when the old benefactor will succeed...... It's just that the old donor suddenly said this to the little monk...... For what?"

"It's not a secret, the old man does have a plan to reshuffle the Central Plains Martial Arts, so that we have an opportunity, but ...... After that, I still need the help of the 'national teacher', [Yijin Jing]...... Just as a gift, don't shirk it. ”

"Where, where is it, it is rare for the old benefactor to think of my small country in the mountains, which is indeed far-sighted, which is really admired by the little monk. ”

"Don't dare to be, then the master will rest here first, heal his injuries, and make plans another day. ”

"Obey ......"

Murong Bo turned around and pulled Murong Fu, who was completely stunned, out.

The room was quiet for a long time, and a sudden sneer sounded especially harsh......