The terrain of Lianhua Temple is remote, even if it is a person who lives in Dali, most of them do not know. What's more, inside and outside Dali, there are dozens of big temples and hundreds of small temples, and there are even fewer people who are willing to come to the Lianhua Temple to incense. Chu Feng was in the temple and lived for a few days, but he didn't see a pilgrim, so he couldn't help but ask with some curiosity: "Without pilgrims, how can the temple be solved?"

Po Yi watched him finish practicing the sword, and said very seriously: "Master, turn into a fate." As he spoke, he handed over a cup of herbal tea.

Chu Feng expressed his contempt for this little novice who let his master go to the fate and enjoy his own success, and said, "Are all the degrees in the temple made by Master Huangmei? What about you?"

"I take care of Master. The little novice replied smoothly, "Master sometimes goes out to use medicine, and I have to give him some food." Oh, by the way, Master doesn't charge for medical treatment, but after the patient is cured, he will always come and repay his wishes. ”

Chu Feng almost squirted out the sip of tea he had just drunk, eh, it's not that he doesn't charge it, it's not a small amount of money......

Chu Feng swept the fallen leaves on the ground, and decided not to ask this little monk about the professional matter of "turning into a fate", and asked a very serious question, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the master today, has he gone out to collect medicine again?"

"Oh, after the morning class, Master said that he was going to greet the guests. Xiao Shami's calm expression made Chu Feng a little powerless to complain.

"Isn't this kind of thing to welcome guests what juniors should do?"

"Master said......" Before the words fell, the bold voice of the master of Huangmei in the front yard sounded: "The left master, if you miss the distance, you still look at Haihan." ”

"It's easy to say, although Master Huangmei has never met, he has been famous for a long time. A middle-aged man's voice sounded, it was Zuo Zimu, the "left master" in the mouth of the yellow-eyed monk. When Chu Feng heard his voice, the image of the long-bearded scribe naturally appeared in his heart.

Chu Feng pulled Po Yan, who was about to prepare tea, and asked, "Zuo Zimu of Wuliang Mountain?"

"Hmm, yes, shouldn't you call him uncle?" Po glanced at Chu Feng suspiciously, and said, "I'm going to serve tea." ”

The two bigwigs in the front yard were polite, and they had already prepared the tea and sent it to the welcoming cottage.

Chu Feng, who stayed in the backyard, felt a little strange in his heart, how could a character like Zuo Zimu come to the door for a disciple. Huangmei monk's martial arts are not under Zuo Zimu, in case the two can't get along, Zuo Zimu sends it to the door to slap people in the face, then it will be seen. But no matter how you look at it, Zuo Zimu is not this kind of person.

Chu Feng was thinking like this, and Zuo Zimu's voice came from the small house: "Master Huangmei is highly respected, and Zuo is also very impressed." I just don't know what happened to the master of the apprentice Guanghao, and he actually provoked the master to be angry with ignorance, and actually knocked him unconscious in my Wuliang Mountain?"

Zuo Zimu and Huangmei Monk sat opposite each other, where do they need to speak so loudly, before they finished speaking, they nodded to Gan Guanghao who was standing beside him, motioned for him to come forward, and scolded: "Don't come yet! Today, I will bring a little apprentice here, and ask the master to teach." The second half of the sentence is naturally said to the Huangmei monk.

The yellow-eyed monk said that he was down to Guanghao's finger, and did not hide his vajra finger power, and now he watched the pair of masters and apprentices sing double reeds and did not speak.

Gan Guanghao stepped forward and kowtowed to the Huangmei monk, and said, "Guanghao has heard of Master Shi Enyu, and he is so respectful. Today, it is really the first time I have seen the master, but I really offended the master somewhere, and the master was punished. Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Gan Guanghao sounded that the old monk turned himself over with a move, but he didn't notice it at all, and he was still in a daze until he woke up, and the little panic he had pretended to be seven points became really afraid. Even with the teacher on the side, Gan Guanghao still felt that the fine hair sweat behind his back had seeped out.

Zuo Zimu knew his disciple's surname, and he didn't wait for the Huangmei monk to speak, so he naturally glanced left and right, and asked, "I heard that Master Chu's nephew is now staying in your temple, maybe Zuo heard it?"

"Senior nephew?" the yellow-eyed monk raised his eyebrows and said, "I wonder when the Xizong Xing monk accepted a disciple surnamed Chu?"

Gan Guanghao hurriedly said: "Chu Feng is the remnant of the Northern Sect...... Zuo Zimu interrupted him with a light cough, and said: "The old affairs of the master are not enough for outsiders. The Northern Sect broke out, the Shanxi Sect was slaughtered, and a few days ago, this young man named 'Chu Feng' came to see me with Senior Brother Gu's portable iron sword. The fluttering "old things of the master" in his mouth looked like a reprimand for his own disciples, but in fact, he confirmed the word "remnant" in his mouth.

The yellow-eyed monk closed his eyes for a long time, and slowly spoke: "So, Brother Gu really passed away one step ahead of the old man to live in bliss?"

Speaking of this, Zuo Zimu didn't say anything, and said in a deep voice: "The rules of the master, the master also knows." 'The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead' is the ancestral teaching. Senior brother's kind of spleen, it is really more difficult to snatch a sword from him than to kill him. I don't know why, Zuo Zimu still calls the sect master of the Northern Sect "senior brother".

The yellow-eyed monk nodded, shook his head again, and said loudly: "Break the anger, you go and invite Master Chu to come over, and you will say that the left master has arrived." ”

After breaking the anger and serving tea, he retreated to the door. At this time, when he heard Master's order, he looked very seriously at Chu Feng, who was eavesdropping on the conversation in the teahouse with him not far behind him, and thought about it and said, "Yes, Master." After speaking, he motioned for Chu Feng to walk to the backyard, and then led him from the backyard to the teahouse.

Zuo Zimu looked at Chu Feng's monk's robe, his face suddenly became a little exciting, and said, "Master Chu's nephew has been bothering for a long time, so let's go back to the Infinite Sword with me." ”

Chu Feng said: "I have seen Mr. Zuo, Chu Feng is in this Nianhua Temple, eating well and sleeping well." Glancing at Gan Guanghao on the side, "It's easier than inexplicably having a fellow senior brother who wants your life at all times." ”

Gan Guanghao said: "Senior Brother Chu is afraid that there is a misunderstanding, Guanghao heard that more than thirty years ago, the Northern Sect also entered the Sword Lake, and he couldn't help but yearn for it. If you want to get a glimpse of the swordsmanship of the Northern Sect, I ask you to advise you......"

Zuo Zimu waved his hand, stopped Gan Guanghao's words, and said to Chu Feng: "You and Guanghao belong to the same family, where is there any grudge that cannot be resolved, now the old man is in charge of you." In the future, Guanghao will not compete with you in private. ”

"Do you belong to the same sect?" Chu Feng sneered, "'Tongmen'? More than thirty years ago, it was the same sect that forced my master out of Wuliang Mountain, otherwise how could he be isolated in Shanxi, and he would have been wiped out by people all over the world, but no one supported him. Privately? Is it okay to do it in front of Mr. Zuo?"

Speaking of the destruction of the door, the faces of several people in the room became a little ugly.