Wu Xiuwen heard a familiar voice coming from afar, and secretly wondered in his heart: "Why did Uncle Zhu Ziliu and Senior Zhu come here?" As soon as he thought about it, there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air from far and near, and a figure flashed in from the door of the mountain temple that had been opened between the swaying.

The three people in the temple saw clearly by the light of the stars and the moon, wearing a navy blue Confucian shirt, with a white complexion, and three strands of hair floating on their chests.

Wu Xiuwen looked around as soon as he entered the temple, he didn't know if it was an illusion, Zhu Ziliu seemed to be relieved to see Li Mochou quietly there, although his arms seemed to be injured, but they should be fine. And after Li Mochou saw Zhu Ziliu appear, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and even the rhythm of his breathing was a little rapid, and he took a few deep breaths before he regained his calmness. Wu Xiuwen was a bystander, and his heart moved, as if he had guessed something, and he didn't say much, just watched the changes.

It was only then that Zhu Ziliu turned his head to look at Wu Xiuwen, with a look of surprise on his face, and there seemed to be a trace of embarrassment in it, but then he walked a few steps to Wu Xiuwen and patted Wu Xiuwen's shoulder cordially and said, "Xiuwen, why are you here? I haven't seen you for a while, and you have grown taller again! What about Dunru? Why haven't you been with you? Who is this little brother?"

Wu Xiuwen couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he listened to Zhu Ziliu asking about his own situation, whether it was when the martial brothers themselves were reborn or after their brothers were reborn, Zhu Ziliu was an elder who loved them very much. When the martial brothers were young, Wu Santong was crazy and rarely saw each other a few times a year, and Zhu Ziliu basically played the role of a father during this time, making them have a strong sense of dependence on them.

And after they are reborn, in addition to the obsession of the deity in their hearts. and when they had not met, they acted for convenience many times under the guise of Zhu Ziliu, and after they met later, Zhu Ziliu was erudite and talented, and he cared for them, so the martial brothers had a deep affection for Zhu Ziliu.

Now that we meet again, I can still feel Zhu Ziliu's strong love. Wu Xiuwen grinned and said: "My brother and I were hunted down, and we went our separate ways in desperation, this matter is a long story, and I will talk to you in detail in the future!"

After that, Wu Xiuwen took Zhu Ziliu's hand and came to Shi Yun and introduced: "Uncle Zhu, this is Shi Yun, the newly registered disciple of the master, and his ancestors are the same as the ancestors. They are all heroes of Liangshan back then!"

"Oh, could it be that one of the one hundred and eight heroes in Liangshan back then was a descendant of the time of the flea on the drum?" Zhu Ziliu asked in surprise with a roll of his eyes.

"That's right, it's still Uncle Zhu who is smart, and he guessed it at once!" Wu Xiuwen took the opportunity to slap a sycophant, "Today we are resting here, but unexpectedly, Daoist Li Mochou chased and killed a group of bandits to this mountain temple......" Wu Xiuwen briefly described the general situation. During the careful observation, Zhu Ziliu's expression was a little complicated and difficult to name.

Wu Xiuwen thought about it and said deliberately: "Uncle Zhu, let's talk about it later." It's rare to defeat this female devil today, and just take the opportunity to kill her, which can be regarded as a harm to the rivers and lakes, and also revenge for many poor people who were ruined by her like Wushuang Senior Sister!"

After saying that, Wu Xiuwen's body moved and rushed towards Li Mochou, who had been silent and his expression changed in every way, and with a flick of his wrist, the cold light of the "Qingfeng Sword" had already stabbed Li Mochou's throat. Li Mochou closed his eyes motionlessly, having given up resistance. Prepare to be killed.

But just when Wu Xiuwen's "Qingfeng Sword" was less than a foot away from Li Mochou, he was chased by Zhu Ziliufei's figure and blocked with the judge's pen in his hand.

Wu Xiuwen took a look at the situation. The guess in his heart was already ten percent certain, and he asked a little depressedly: "Uncle Zhu, what's going on, why did you stop me from killing this female devil?"

At this time, Zhu Ziliu's white skin became red, his expression was a little cramped and uneasy, and he didn't know where to go with his eloquence on weekdays, and Ai Ai couldn't speak for a long time.

"The surname is Zhu. Today, the poor Dao is planted in the hands of the martial arts imp, there is nothing to say, if you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, you don't need to meddle here!" Li Mochou said stubbornly with a pretty face.

Wu Xiuwen saw this scene on the side, and he almost had the urge to hit the wall. It seems that there is a real situation! Not only Lang is affectionate, but it seems that the concubine also has intentions! What is the situation? Li Mochou is not obsessed with Lu Zhanyuan. Is it so affectionate, why did you hook up with Zhu Ziliu after not seeing each other for a few months?

It stands to reason that this Li Mochou is scheming, a woman who can do anything to survive, and in the original book, she can use her disciple Hong Lingbo, who has been dependent on each other for more than ten years, as a stepping stone in order to escape, which shows how ruthless her heart is.

According to her temperament, she will not give up lightly at the last moment, but today Li Mochou has been a little strange, and after Zhu Ziliu appeared, it was even more directly like being under the immobilization spell, except for the change of expression, there was no intention of struggling;

"Hey, why are you doing this......" Zhu Ziliu's expression was gloomy, and after a long sigh, he didn't seem to know what to say, so he fell silent.

"You don't cry here, I'm the female devil who everyone shouts and kills on the rivers and lakes, killing people is not counted; you are a high-ranking disciple of the Southern Emperor, you and I are incompatible, what is the point of you pestering me!" Li Mochou asked sharply, with a hint of hoarse crying in his voice.

"I, I, I don't know, I just want to follow you, I hope you don't kill innocents again, Master converted to Buddhism, often said put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, as long as you are willing to change your past, what does it matter!" Zhu Ziliu said emotionally.

Once something has been done, it is not something that can be changed if you want to, nor can you forget it if you want to. It's not that you say change, if I say change, others will not blame the past!" Li Mochou muttered in a low voice, "Just like some people, they shouldn't know each other from the beginning......"

"No, yes, even Qiu Qianren, who was floating on the water with the iron palm back then, can repent and sit down to practice in the master, as long as you are willing, I can face the ups and downs of the future with you!" Zhu Ziliu looked at Li Mochou and said in a firm tone.

"No! No, don't lie to me, you men don't have a good thing, you will deceive people with clever words, I won't believe you anymore, I will never believe you again!" Li Mochou's originally low feelings suddenly became very excited, and he shouted with all his might.

Immediately, leaning against the base of the mountain god statue, the voice kept talking to himself, Zhu Ziliu looked at Li Mochou with some worry, and wanted to step forward to comfort but hesitated.

"Uncle Zhu, please let her be quiet first! What the hell is going on with you? You are confusing me!" Wu Xiuwen asked.

"Hey, it's hard to say!" Although Zhu Ziliu was a little embarrassed to lose his temper in front of his juniors, he was also a frank and unrestrained gentleman, and he didn't hide it and told Wu Xiuwen what happened. (To be continued)