[Chapter Word Count:3203 Latest Update Time:2014-08-2912:00:00.0]

Seeing that Xiong Chu was grinning, Xia Yun's cold face turned red for no reason: "I'm for your good, don't care." If your identity is revealed, you will be hunted down immediately. ”

"Identity? It's just an orphan, and then followed by a killer master, what identity can I have?

Xiong Chu was shocked in his heart, suspecting that Xia Yun already knew that he was going out from Jiudao Villa, and then he was going to prepare to enter Jiudao Villa, but his face did not show it.

"As far as your unruly killer identity is concerned, others are too lazy to take a look. Xia Yun sneered: "But, the doorman of Shangqing Immortal Gu, it's not a joke, there are more people who want to kill you!"

"Miss Xia Yun, I don't understand what you say. Since Xia Yun didn't discover her true identity, Xiong Chu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "How did I become the disciple of Shangqing Immortal Gu again?"

Xia Yun looked at Prince Xiong with a smile: "That day in Ruicheng, you were captured by that man in white, and then came back safely, do you still want to deny it? After I came back, I told the master what the man in white said, and I knew that person was Shangqing Immortal Gu." ”

Huang Yanying and Fang Qianxun are the apprentices of Shangqing Immortal Gu, and not many people know about it, so Xiong Chu can't say it. But he is not the disciple of Shangqing Immortal Gu at all, can you say this?

"How about it, it hit your sore spot, right?" Before Xiong Chu could figure it out, Xia Yun had already sneered: "I really didn't expect that Jian Hachiro, who locked his throat, turned out to be a disciple of the old nun of Shangqing!"

Xia Yun actually spoke rudely, this was the first time Xiong Chu had heard it. If he hadn't heard it in person, but someone else had relayed it, he wouldn't have believed it if he was killed.

What's even more outrageous is that the object of Xia Yun's insult turned out to be a Qing Immortal Gu.

Although Xiong Chu did not have many contacts, he could fully feel from Li Xin's words that the Shangqing Immortal Gu was famous and famous. Although it is not admired by everyone, it is almost there.

What Xiong Chu couldn't accept was that now he had completely figured out that he was the apprentice of the Hopeless Spirit, and Shangqing Immortal Gu was his uncle.

Xia Yun insulted his uncle in front of him, and Prince Xiong absolutely couldn't accept it: "Miss Xia Yun, where did you start talking about this? As far as I know, Shangqing Immortal Gu has been chivalrous and righteous for decades, how can I offend you?"

Xia Yun pouted: "My master said that the old nun of the Shangqing Dynasty is the most hypocritical, the most hypocritical, and the most unruly old nun in the entire Ming Dynasty!"

Xiong Chu was also angry: "Anyway, Shangqing Immortal Gu is our senior. You are talking like this behind a senior, haven't you thought about losing your identity?"

Xia Yun suddenly changed the subject: "Are you the doorman of the old nun of the Shangqing Dynasty?"

"If I were the disciple of Shangqing Immortal Gu, I would cut off my friendship with you now!" Xiong Chu simply turned around and didn't look at Xia Yun again: "If you talk to me in this tone again, I won't be silent." ”

"Well, I'm not going to mention the woman's name anymore. Xia Yun may also have seen that Xiong Chu was really angry, so she actually smiled: "However, not long ago, my master told a lot of stories, do you want to listen to them?"

Xiong Chu was very simply: "Don't listen, Miss Xia Yun, I am not a disciple of Shangqing Immortal Gu, but I have heard many people tell the chivalrous story of this senior." Even if your master has any opinions, your words are too much. ”

"Amitabha! This little benefactor is not very old, but he has extraordinary opinions. That female benefactor is biased, really, really, Amitabha!"

"Fart! Besides, the old man is playing chess with you, and you, the old bald donkey, actually went to eavesdrop on the love of the young couple of people. It is unreasonable for you to pretend to be an old bald donkey!"

Qingming Temple, built against the mountain, standing facing the water. The door face is dilapidated, and the incense is cut off.

Now that the ice and snow are in the sky, there are two old men sitting on the threshold, a monk and a layman.

When you are old and tired from walking, it is not strange to sit on the threshold.

Strangely, the two old men sat opposite each other on the threshold of the temple gate. Can I sit on the threshold of the temple? No, I cannot. But the two old men just sat like that, and it didn't seem to be anything.

Xiong Chu and Xia Yun were angry with each other, and they didn't know that they had walked to the gate of Qingming Temple.

When they heard the voice, the two of them were taken aback.

After being taken aback, he must raise his head, and the moment he raised his head, the faces of the two people were already full of horror.

The two old men were not actually sitting on the threshold, but on the snow on the threshold.

The snow is not thick, only five or six inches.

Two old men sat on five or six inches of snow, and the snow was not pressed down.

"Zhu Shi's master horse is eight into nine, and when the old soldier enters one, you have already lost. ”

"Fart! Old man cannon five into three, can you live this old bald donkey?"

"Amitabha! The old man is four into five, and then the car is eight into six, Zhu Shizhu has already gone to the general trend, woo hoo lament, Amitabha!"

Xiong Chu's brow furrowed suddenly.

The reason why he frowned was not because he didn't see the chessboard, but because the internal strength of the two old men was unfathomable.

It was true that I was angry with Xia Yun just now, but there was no one at the gate of Qingming Temple, so it was certain.

Now there are not only people, but two at once, two unfathomable old men.

The two old men seemed to appear out of thin air, and they also commented on their conversation with Xia Yun, and they couldn't frown without frowning.

"The little donor looks strange, and when he came to Qingming Temple, it seems that he has a relationship with my Buddha. Amitabha!"

"Fart! It's clear that the little girl is beautiful, jade bones and ice muscles, smart and clever. The little bastard was dumbfounded, his face was full of gloom, and he had a false appearance. Then a flower is stuck in the donkey's dung, and it has a fart relationship with the fake Buddha master in your mouth. ”

The brow of the bear prince furrowed even deeper.

The old man dressed as a scribe had an iron heart and couldn't get along with the old monk opposite, that's for sure. He also farted and scolded endlessly, but the old monk was smiling and not angry.

The reason why Prince Xiong frowned, of course, was not that the old monk was not angry, but that the old scribe pulled himself and Xia Yun into every sentence.

"I've seen two seniors!" "Xiong Chu clenched his fists and bowed, courteous and thoughtful.

"What seniors and juniors, it's just pedantic and smelly!"

The old scribe waved his hand impatiently, and the body of the bear prince shook violently, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"Amitabha, what else does Master Zhu say, Lao Wei won, right?"

"Fart! Why did you win with your old bald ass?"

The old scribe was furious, and then his right arm robe shook, and Xia Yun had already taken six steps back and sat in the snow.

Xia Yun sat on the ground and glared angrily at the old scribe.

But this time, the old scribe did not lose his temper very rarely, but said in surprise: "Strange, strange!"

"Amitabha! This little benefactor breathed anxious but not chaotic, calm and flamboyant. In the event of an external force, it neither pounces forward nor leans back, but falls sideways. Such a strange internal skill, there is only one person in the domain who is like this. ”

"The female benefactor walks lightly, her inner breath is endless, floating but not slippery. In the face of external forces, it is better not to avoid it, and it is better to bend than to bend. I'd rather sit down and abandon my legs than get on the ground, there is no second person in the domain. ”

While the old monk was commenting, his left hand was slightly raised, Xiong Chu and Xia Yun had already felt a soft force to grab themselves, and then they couldn't help but regain their original standing posture.

"Weird and weird!"

With a strange mouth, the old scribe had already stood up, and then circled the bear chuck with his hands behind his back.

"The old madman's whereabouts are erratic, he is uncertain, and he is most impatient, when did he have an apprentice? The old witch has a strange temper, and it is not pleasing to the eye when she looks at the whole world, how can there be such a standard female baby coming out?"

The old monk also stood up and said, "Amitabha! I haven't set foot in Middle-earth for 50 years, and many things have happened. After all, the old man has a queen, but he also gets what he wants. ”

"Fart!" the old scribe waved his hand impatiently: "The old madman and the old witch are not in line, how can their descendants be entangled, and they are still happy with me?"

With a bang, Xia Yun, who had already been so angry that her face turned pale, actually pulled out the sword at her waist and pointed at the old scribe and snorted: "Old horseman, if you dare to talk nonsense, this girl wants you to look good!"

"Hehe, it's really good, it's really good!" The old scribe touched his bare chin, looked at Xia Yun and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's the old witch's wandering swordsmanship, and it already has three points of fire, and the girl is amazing and has a future!"

"Don't be rude, stop!"

Seeing Xia Yun's move of Bai Hong, he actually stabbed the heart of the old scribe, Xiong Chushan stepped forward and grabbed Xia Yun's right wrist.

Xia Yun frightened Xiong Chu at this moment: What are you kidding! Go against this old man, do you think you have lived too long?

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Xiong Chu understood this truth best, so he almost didn't think about it, and he had already stopped Xia Yun's movements.

But Xia Yun struggled desperately: "You let go of me! This old puppet actually insulted my master, although he can't win, he has to fight with him today!"

"The female donor, please calm your anger, the old donor Zhu did not insult your master. The old monk waved his hand: "Fifty years ago, in front of your master, the old benefactor Zhu was also a demon woman and a demon woman. Now that fifty years have passed, adding an old word, it is not too much to call an old witch. Amitabha!"

"The master is right, the matter between the elders is not something we should ask about. Xiong Chu took the opportunity to say to Xia Yun: "As juniors, we can just listen for the time being, and we must not be presumptuous." ”

"It's boring, it's boring!" the old scribe glanced at Prince Xiong: "The old madman has such a descendant as you, it's really boring!"

"Senior, I respect you senior!" Xiong Chu smiled slightly: "I admit that I can't win against you today, it's not surprising." Because the kid is too young to see the world. But this does not mean that the boy will never see the world! Today you are a great god, it does not mean that you will always be a great god on the high! Farewell!"

The old scribe clapped his hands: "The great god is used to step on, and the old madman really has a unique vision!" Just say this to you, the old man is optimistic about you, and retracts what he just said. ”

Speaking of this, the old scribe shook his head again: "As for farewell, it is still too early. It's too early to say goodbye!"