"I didn't expect that Mu Zhangjiao, who is famous all over the world, would run here for a pear. ”

"Click, click, click, hum, I'm willing!"

"When eating pears, it is best to peel them first, so as not to get sick from the mouth, run the stomach and diarrhea. ”

"Clah, clack, I won't peel it, clack, clack, I won't spit out the nucleus! Grunt, what will you do with me?"

"Mu Changtian, I will send you two words, one word is thick, and the other word is vulgar. ”

"Yu Murong, I'll send you four words, go and die!"

"What, dissatisfied?"

"Not convinced!"

I was speechless for a while.

It's a contest between masters.

At this time, there was a man, a basket, a horse, and a monkey on one side of the tree.

The horse is Qingyun and the monkey is Jiujiu, all of them are eating pears and peeled pears.

There is also a kitchen knife, two swords, and six chicken paws.

On the other side, there is only one person, and a pear.

This is called the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, only Mu Zhangjiao eats pears and does not peel them, so they are isolated and betrayed their relatives.

Not only is it one hundred and eight, ninety-nine is the same, but the people and animals in this mountain also have no good impression of this person, because he is old and unserious, untidy, and unhygienic.

"Phew!" Mu Zhangjiao smacked viciously and said, "I won't accept it, I'll fight again!"

"Shameless!" "Don't be skinny!" Qingyun and Jiujiu said at the same time!

Just now, he has already lost.

If you lose, you have to admit defeat, you can be considered a manly man, you are not allowed to cheat or cry: "Woo――――――――"

Mu Zhangjiao cried and cried loudly: "Woo woo woo!

Just.

Meet the masters. There will be a war.

Speaking of the present. In the Valley of Manhe. In the informal ring competition, Mu Zhangjiao was defeated by Murong Gongzi's sword.

It should be said that it was a fiasco, and it was won in one move!

This time it was even worse.

"Yu Murong, you can't hide it from me, I know what you're doing. Mu Zhangjiao stood with a sword, as if facing a great enemy: "Long Zhen back then, now it's you, you want a sword to pick Shangqing." Destroy my door!"

"Yes, the first one is going to cut you. Murong Gongzi held a benevolent sword, a shiny benevolent sword: "This is called, killing chickens and showing monkeys!"

Note that this is not a joke.

"When this fights, there is no regret in dying. Mu Zhangjiao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "I have gone through thousands of battles in my life, but I was defeated by a sword, there is no way in heaven and earth, and I ask my heart with a sword......!

"And Long Zhen. Murong Gongzi reminded.

"Don't say Long Zhen. Long is really not human!" Mu Zhangjiao was unmoved, and shouted with a dumbfounded eye: "Come!"

The words did not fall. The sword is out.

Silent, but extremely fast, a sword piercing the heart when the chest, this is the simplest sword.

Without warning.

But be prepared.

It's a villain.

The best way to deal with a villain is to measure it with the measure of a gentleman and the heart of a villain, and break it!

That is to say, the first strike is the strongest, Mu Zhangjiao lost to this villain because of carelessness, and the loss was inexplicable, that is called an unwillingness: "Medium!"

A sword pierced the heart.

A sword pierces the heart, first, first.

That is to say, Murong Gongzi's sword is fast, and Mu Zhangjiao's sword is not slow, before Murong Gongzi made an extremely insidious attack to Mu Zhangjiao, Mu Zhangjiao had already made a more insidious first move to plot against Murong Gongzi, the two swords were staggered, and each took his heart-

A sword pierced the robe.

A sword pierces the long coat, first strike, first come.

It is still Mu Zhangjiao who is a line faster, and when the point is reached, the sword will be collected.

Childe abandons the sword.

At that time, Mu Zhangjiao was thinking about whether to laugh proudly or say a modest polite word first, didn't he know that the villain, the shameless villain threw up his sword and pointed out, and shouted at the same time: "Medium!"

At this time.

The situation is that in addition to the ability to move his mouth, Mu Zhangjiao can only stand there upright: "Woo woo woo!

This can't be convinced, crying is angry and crying: "Woo――――――――――――"

"To be honest, I can't handle this sword, otherwise it wouldn't be—" Murong Gongzi smiled: "This is a decision." ”

It's the truth.

The sword of benevolence and the heart of conscience are two swords.

Just like fighting for martial arts, and fighting for life, they are originally two concepts, and they are very different.

In such a contest, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, and you don't care about the gentleman of Mu Zhangjiao: "Villain!

Qingyun saw that he was really pitiful, and hesitated for a while, but still brought him a pear.

Pears without skin, white pear flesh.

Mu Zhangjiao's tears are like a spring!

Another time.

After the people, horses, and monkeys were gone, there was only one pear pit and pear skin left, and Mu Zhangjiao finally figured it out.

Back then, someone once pointed at Daoist Fang.

It's back yet.

Mu Zhangjiao only felt very wronged, a little sad, and said in his heart that this is all about the Year of the Monkey, how can anyone still worry about it!

Those who have offended Daoist Fang will not end well at all, that's it.

And that's not all.

One hundred and eight is back.

To be precise, it was killed back, carrying a rolling pin, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, wind and fire......

A pear pit!

A pear peel!

Miasma!

Wonder stuff!

One hundred and eight looked at the ground, thought, looked at the sky, thought for a long time, and then, glanced at the fellow.

"I didn't do it!"

"I never spit out the skin when I eat pears!"

"I've eaten all the pear pits in my stomach!"

"It's not like this one hundred and eight! You don't want to be like this one hundred and eight! Boss! You're the boss! I'm convinced, I'm not ......."

Unexpectedly, there is not a single one left!

What should I do with Ninety-Nine? What should I do with Little Ninety-Nine? How can I explain this if I have to go back one hundred and eight?

Demons!

The time, the place, the magic stick, and the monsters are all there, one hundred and eight, and finally transformed!

"Save ―――――――――― life―――――――――― ah――――――――――――――――――"

In the end, Mu Zhangjiao beat one hundred and eight to death because he was old and unserious, out of tune, and unhygienic.

Eat other people's pears indiscriminately.

By the way, the second child of one hundred and eight is a girl named Xiao Jiujiu.

Of course, the little one hundred and eight is one hundred and eight species, and the little ninety-nine is also one hundred and eight species, but now one hundred and eight has nothing to do and always likes to drink two sips.

Same sad guy as this.

Turn the page.

In front of the house.

A pot of white rice, two plates of dried radish, three people, four chopsticks, how do you say to divide it?

"Little Murong, you divide it. "Old master, squint and smile.

It's good to say, the old master gave points, and Xiao Murong divided them: "A pair of masters, a pair of students, and then a bowl of rice, filial piety to the teacher-"

Yu Murong is a student of the old master.

When little Murong was five or six years old, he was often taken to the Confucian Mansion by his father, that is, Yu Shilang at that time, to study and read.

It was an extremely rare, so to speak, heartwarming memory.

More than twenty years have passed.

The Master is old.

Outside the city of Liangzhou, Tuojia fell with an old string and pierced the old master's heart.

The heartbreak is difficult to heal and lingers to this day.

The two sat opposite each other and began to eat.

It's three people, and the chief of the dormitory has gone to collect medicine, and he hasn't come back yet, so the chopsticks are very divided.

"Master, why didn't that sword go down?"

"Eat. ”

"If the sword goes out through the throat, the string will remain in the heart, so the master is merciful, and the Togar also withdraws his hand. ”

"Eat silently, sleep silently. ”

"Tuojia Luo is injured, the Dragon Sect Master is not martial, so he does not kill, and now he has a living Buddha who is half dead and half alive, the Dragon Sect Master has the heart to know that he is depressed and unspeakable, only the master is sitting here with radish pickles and white rice, haha, I know!

"Chew and swallow slowly. ”

But in a few words, the truth was restored, and Xiao Murong was so smart back then.

Go to war.

The Living Buddha can foresee the future, and the Master can also see far away, and a superior person is a superior person.

Whether you go to the red dust or hide in the world. (To be continued......)