The people downstairs looked at the tea bowl that bloomed like a lotus, and the taste in their hearts was very different. The most embarrassing thing is the "second senior brother", and the monk's robe in front of him is just a little wet. He still thought that he had forced Chu Feng to bow his head to him, who knew that Chu Feng's back move was waiting for him here.

"What a handsome kung fu!" Xuan Nan watched the "second senior brother" hurriedly tidy up the wet monk's robe in front of him, his eyes drooped slightly, but he praised Chu Feng very sincerely. When Chu Feng picked up the tea bowl, the internal force was everywhere, and the tea bowl was already cracked, but it was not released, but when the "second senior brother" felt that there was no difference, and when he put his mind at ease and picked up the tea bowl, he had already been hit. This kind of subtle control of internal force, among all the masters in the inn at the moment, can do this step, I am afraid that there are only five fingers, and it deserves to be praised.

Chu Feng heard the exclamation, and said with a smile to Wu Changfeng beside him, "Thank you, Elder Wu, for sending me up." Actually, Chu Feng seemed to be calm, if he knew that Xuan Yan had such thoughts about his internal strength, he would definitely shout three times, "Master, you think too highly of me...... Right now, the true qi in his body is running sluggishly, where can he do such fine control, coincidence...... It's just a coincidence.

"What's polite, Brother Chu, can you discuss something?" Elder Wu didn't want to leave a little twisted, "In the future, can you count the old beggars for drinking?" His words reminded Chu Feng that this was a genius who "was an elder and took the meritorious service gold medal for the sake of drinking".

Chu Feng looked at Elder Wu very seriously for a while, and when he stared at his rosacea nose and was about to promise him, the old beggar said very hurtly, "I know that this is the case", and went downstairs in a few steps.

Chu Feng was a little confused about the situation, and he didn't keep him if he thought about it, seeing that he seemed to have been rejected many times in his words, the ghost knew what the inside story was. But isn't it just drinking, it's a big deal to invite him to drink two meals alone later, and Chu Feng still doesn't lack this bit of silver.

Pushing the door into the house, Chu Feng closed the door and did not rest immediately. He looked down at the blood stains on his chest with a smell of wine, whether it was the "great supplement" that Doctor Wang said or the qi and blood that Bai Shijing said, in Chu Feng's own opinion, it was all the introduction left by the true breath of the crane in the clouds.

The internal force was drumming in the chest and abdomen, and in Chu Feng's impression, that is, Duan Yu had a similar situation once. But if you think about it carefully, is it the several senior monks of Tianlong Temple who suppressed the restless internal qi for him, or Duan Zhengming's method of channeling qi to return to the void in death, or even the six-vein divine sword venting all kinds of miscellaneous qi out of the body? Chu Fan extinguished the oil lamp, leaned against the head of the bed, and slowly deduced the mantra of the Northern Spiritual Skill that he had already memorized in his heart. Originally, a mouthful of blood spurted out of him today, and a lot of depression in his heart disappeared, as long as he safely channeled that true qi into the dantian qi sea, it would be fine. However, the great monks of the Hui generation forced Chu Feng to use his internal force, and when he rested, he felt that things had become troublesome again. True qi is everywhere, it can only be cracked, but it can't shatter the porcelain bowl, there are its own difficulties, Chu Feng intuitively felt that the internal force was surging, and the meridians actually felt pain, and he was already slightly injured.

Wu Changfeng failed to get drunk, and when he came downstairs, he asked Elder Xiang, who was familiar with him, "What happened just now?"

Elder Xiang smiled and did not speak. The tea bowl was shattered, except for Wu Changfeng, who followed Chu Feng upstairs, Qiao Feng and the remaining five elders were surprised in their hearts, which was much lighter than the thirteen Shaolin monks. Although they didn't know that Chu Feng had devoured the internal strength of the cloud crane for decades of penance, they also knew that this young man would not suffer at the hands of this wise man when he could fight with the cloud crane for a long time. Although Wu Changfeng's question was casual, Elder Xiang didn't say anything, and the face of the "Second Senior Brother" suddenly turned red again. The five monks of the Xuanzi generation had different expressions on their faces, and Xuan Nan's face was still serious, ignoring the embarrassment of the "second senior brother", and ignoring whether Wu Changfeng was intentional or unintentional, he only stood up and said: "Gang Master Qiao, since the Xixia Yipintang has retreated, the old man will return to Shaolin Temple in the Ming Dynasty." ”

Qiao Feng and the others stood up together and said, "All the masters are noble, and the beggars will always remember it. ”

Xuan Nan rarely showed a smile on his face and said, "It's easy to say." It just so happened that the bartender had arranged the guest room, and the thirteen monks stopped talking and followed the bartender.

Although Xuan Nan said "go back", when he arrived at Ma Dayuan's hometown, it was also a due friendship to give this hero incense, and the next morning Qiao Feng accompanied several elders to accompany them to the western suburbs.

Chu Feng struggled with the internal force that was trying to toss himself for a little half of the night, and when he woke up, he was already on the third pole. After he finished washing up and went down to the first floor, he saw Bai Shijing alone, and asked a little curiously, "Elder Bai, why are you alone?"

Bai Shijing was trying to comfort the little doll in his arms, and when he heard Chu Feng's voice, he glanced up at him and said, "There is news from Luoyang, it seems that I have found Huzi's father and mother, isn't this waiting." As he spoke, he pointed to the chair opposite and motioned for Chu Feng to sit down.

"Yo, what a happy event. For most of the day, Bai Shijing's beard under his jaw was much thinner, but there was a smile on his face, Chu Feng sat down opposite Bai Shijing, and shouted to Xiao Er, "Come to a bowl of white porridge." The little guy is called Huzi? Tiger head and tiger brain, not bad. ”

"Ahh Bai Shijing's beard was pulled up again, and with a trick of wrapping silk, he brushed away the little guy's fingers, and fed him another mouthful of paste while he was free, and then asked Chu Feng: "How is it, are you okay?"

Xiao Er served the food very quickly, a bowl of white porridge and two dishes of pickles.

Chu Feng took a bite of white porridge with chopsticks in his right hand and said, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with the arm." This is talking about the right shoulder that Hegang in the cloud scratched and injured, and an itchy sensation came from the shoulder to tell Chu Feng that it was already healing.

Bai Shijing nodded, and then grabbed the little doll's little hand towards his beard and dodged it, and asked again: "The right arm is fine, how is the true qi in the body?" The mouthful of blood yesterday can be described as shocking.

Chu Feng said: "I don't think there are big things, but I can't say small things." He was going to get up early in the morning and ask Qiao Feng how to deal with this kind of internal injury that is not like an internal injury, is there any solution, who knows that except for Bai Shijing, who has temporarily changed to a father, there is no one to see.

"Hmm. Bai Shijing didn't ask him what was wrong, he was a master of external injuries, but he was really not familiar with internal injuries, "Qiao Gang Master accompanied the senior monks of Shaolin Temple to the western suburbs, and he should come back later." "Ma Dayuan's hometown is in the western suburbs.

The two beggar disciples came from outside the inn, and the older one walked behind Bai Shijing and whispered, "...... Luoyang's brother has been helping to find it for a day and a night, and he can't be wrong......"

Bai Shijing immediately smiled and smiled happily......

Looking at Bai Shijing's unusually hearty smile, Chu Feng thought a little weakly: Obviously you saved other people's children, why did you laugh like a ticket kidnapping?

PS: Next chapter, 12:00. Also, it seems to be a real title party this time......