"Stop, two!" A deep voice came from a long distance, this kind of skill was much deeper and purer than Xiao Fei's teletransmission. Like the sound of a bell, it is long and deep. Like a crane chirping, the sound is far away and ethereal.

Murong Feng was no stranger to this voice, because this person had once walked a dying man from under his sword without much effort.

Murong Feng slowly withdrew his sword, there were not many people in the rivers and lakes who dared to be presumptuous in front of the approaching person.

When Ye Wuxin heard this voice, a long-lost smile appeared on his face, and he patted his clothes gently, as if he didn't think that this fight would start.

"This old guy came at a good time. Ye Wuxin said helplessly, glanced at Murong Feng and said. And the expression on Murong Feng's face became even more distorted, as if constipation had worsened.

"The old man is so polite!" said in the blink of an eye, a fat-headed monk stood between them, clasped his hands, and said in a loud voice.

I saw a person with kind eyebrows, a gourd wine hanging from his waist, a small string of prayer beads in his hand, a ridiculous grimace, wearing a tattered robe, and a large string of Buddhist beads the size of a copper bell hanging around his neck, which was connected to his stomach.

He pulled a pair of broken straw sandals, bald in the middle, but the hair around him was messily scattered, like a chicken nest. All this is not surprising and fits his name - the mad monk.

"The old man is so polite!" Ye Wuxin said with his hands in his hands, and also imitated his appearance.

"You're so ugly!" said the mad monk with a grin as he looked at him.

"You're so handsome!" Ye Wuxin also quipped. Although the mad monk was extremely ugly, he didn't like people to say that he was ugly.

"Ahem. Murong Feng coughed deliberately, indicating that there were other people here besides the two of them. These two guys literally treat him like air.

"Cough up a fart! I saw you a long time ago!" said the mad monk who turned his head to look at Murong Feng. It's still that disgusting face, and I don't know how long it's been since he's washed his face, or if he's never washed it.

Murong Feng still had that serious stone face, leaning over and saying, "Junior Murong Feng, senior is polite!"

"Oh, you're Murong Feng, hurry up and get out, Murong Villa has been attacked! You still have the heart to fight here, you said that your father is so smart, why did he give birth to you idiots. The mad monk shook his head and said, his messy hair fluttering in the wind, making his already unsightly face even more strange.

Murong Feng was shocked in his heart, he didn't know if this was true or false. I had to look at the crazy monk again, wanting to confirm, but I didn't expect that the night was dark, and I couldn't see his eyes on his dirty face at all.

After standing for a moment, Murong Feng pulled away. Only one sentence was left floating in the wind: Ye Wuxin, you and I will have a battle, and we will meet another day!

"Why did you lie to him?" Ye Wuxin asked as he looked at the mad monk.

"I don't lie to him, you're going to die here today. Your father committed suicide, and no one will collect the body for you. "The mad monk has a kind face, but his mouth is very poisonous, and his shots are even more vicious.

"He can't kill me. Ye Wuxin said with a disdainful face.

"It's hard to say, he is not the only one in the Murong family who wants to kill you!" said the mad monk with a grin.

For some reason, only Ye Wuxin in the rivers and lakes could hear when the crazy monk was telling the truth and when he was telling a lie.

"That's just as well. Ye Wuxin nodded thoughtfully, he suddenly remembered Murong Xue's big watery eyes, that aggrieved face, and the distressing tears.

"What do you mean by letting the flowers fall and bring me words? Ye Wuxin asked.

"Haha, the flowers are all a fool, a prodigal son trapped by love. If I don't give him something to do, he'll go crazy. "The mad monk always doesn't look at people when he speaks, and his already small eyes float in the air, which is one of the reasons why no one can judge whether his words are true or not.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Ye Wuxin said.

"Oh, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone that it's a conspiracy, a huge conspiracy!!" said the mad monk secretly. It was as if he was peeking at a woman taking a shower.

"What conspiracy?" Ye Wuxin raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking. actually plotted a conspiracy against a man who had just died of his father, this Jianghu is really cold and terrifying!

Ye Wuxin suddenly remembered the eyes of his father Ye Feng when he looked at him that night.

"I am a madman, who comes and goes to the world,

Others laugh at me for being stupid, and I laugh at the world for being stupid.

Heaven and earth are the lone wanderers, only my old bald donkey,

If you want to know the cause and effect, you need to ask Zhuge . The mad monk chanted his motto aloud and flew away. Only the aftersound hit Ye Wuxin's eardrum.

"This old fellow!" Ye Wuxin said as he looked at his distant back.

Sometimes, madmen are happier than normal people, they only have themselves in their world, but there are too many rules in the world of ordinary people, they are confined to too many quagmires, and they are tired of life.

"Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, there is no pull and no hanging. "In troubled times, who can live happily and abandon the world's vision. Ye Wuxin suddenly felt a little envious of this sloppy guy in his heart.

In fact, Ye Wuxin had heard the story of the mad monk very early. His father seemed to have expected that he would commit suicide one day, so as soon as he had time, he would tell Ye Wuxin about the things in the rivers and lakes, big or small.

The crazy monk is actually not crazy, he used to have a resounding name - Guo Xiaoyun. It's just that after many years, people are almost forgetting.

Twenty years ago, Guo Xiaoyun became a monk in Shaolin, and his master Master Kongjing sent him to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Once a person is not satisfied, he will be impulsive, and impulsiveness is not only a devil, but also turns a person into a devil.

So he violated the rules of the temple and secretly learned the martial arts of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and took the Shaolin Peerless Yijin Sutra into his arms. Practicing hard day and night, cold and summer, he actually integrated all Shaolin mastery.

In another competition with the same door, a small janitor actually beat the real person in charge to death, and smashed a thousand catties of boulders, so the matter was revealed, and he was only eighteen years old that year.

He couldn't forgive him in every way of pleading, so he burned down the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in a fit of rage, destroying the Shaolin Peerless School, and since then only he has such a peerless school in his own stomach.

Master Jingkong was determined to accept the inferior disciples and let him turn back, but on a stormy night, Guo Xiaoyun let him meet the Buddha in advance. Since then, he has disappeared and has never been found.

More than ten years later, a crazy monk appeared on the rivers and lakes, with extremely high martial arts, almost unstoppable, and all of them were Shaolin's century-old mastery. Guo Xiaoyun is dead, and since then the crazy monk has become famous.

Some people say that he is Guo Xiaoyun back then, but what can he do if he knows?

"Why do the rivers and lakes always force people to be crazy! Su Yun is like this, Hualuo is like this, and so is the crazy monk, even his father, Ye Feng, has not escaped the catastrophe. Ye Wuxin sighed.

The autumn leaves are cold, the cold air is gusting, Ye Wuxin came down from the mountain, there is still a month before the Yueyang Lou meeting, he is going to Luocheng, the crazy monk has already told him that he is going to find a person named Zhuge Dark, and ask him what the "conspiracy" is.