"Qin Saint" Chen Fengjiao was sarcastic, and the "Merry Monk" Zhan Lunwu was stunned, and shouted: "Okay, I, Zhan Lunwu, accept your challenge, Zhu Yousheng, take your life." ”

Feng Wang Zhu Yousheng's frightened three souls lost two and a half souls, turned around and was about to run, where did he run, the "Merry Monk" flying knife has been shot over, pierced from the front chest, the back chest passed through, Zhu Yousheng stood for a long time before falling, just in response to the old saying, die under the peony tree, be a ghost is also romantic, and he deserves to die.

After killing Zhu Yousheng, the king of Feng, Zhan Lunwu looked up at the "Qin Sheng" and said: "I'll let you make three moves first, and after three moves, if you can't defeat me, you will become my woman." ”

Chen Fengjiao replied with a slight smile: "I don't think it will be a very uncomfortable thing to be able to become a woman of 'Merry Monk' Young Master Zhan, but I like strong men, how can I know if you are suitable for me if I don't try." ”

Zhan Lunwu laughed: "Then come down, I'm ready." ”

Chen Fengjiao picked a branch from the pine tree, shook it in her hand, jumped down lightly and said, "I'll use it to compete with you, it's a real knife, it's easy to hurt people." ”

"Merry Monk" Zhan Lunwu's face changed slightly, he only knew that the "Qin Sheng" was talented, and he didn't know how Chen Fengjiao's martial arts were, now seeing that she didn't care, his heart was beating a drum, could it be that she was stunted and hidden, or knew that she couldn't run and was ready to deal with it to save a little face, and she had to deal with it carefully, and she couldn't take it lightly.

"Qin Sheng" Chen Fengjiao's body jumped up, and suddenly launched an attack at a gallop, Zhan Lunwu only felt that the figure in front of him flashed, the pine branches had already arrived in front of him, and a good "Merry Monk" took a few steps back, and the wind drawn by the branches blew through the tips of his hair, only a little bit. Zhan Lunwu didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and picked up the Shaolin Yin Hand Stick to defend, and the second wave of attack of "Qin Sheng" was even more fierce. The speed of the move is dazzling. At this time, the "Merry Monk" Zhan Lunwu knew that he had met a really tough opponent today, and he was deeply impressed by Chen Fengjiao's martial arts, where could he dare to have a trace of contempt.

The Yin Hand Stick is the name of the two-handed tiger mouth facing each other and bowing down to the stick. Its stick to sweep, split, frame, fall, point, pick the main, mixed with three points of stick method seven points of marksmanship, palm down to hold the stick, so the name of the yin hand stick. It is obviously different from the general Shaolin stick, the so-called yin, is to show the way of this action to fight back. It does not follow the normal logic of thinking to carry out the drill, often you see the action of the drill will guess what its next action looks like, but according to the conjecture of the result is wrong, it refers to the upper and lower, the sound of the east and west, the left and the right, unpredictable, unpredictable.

But after a few rounds, Zhan Lunwu found that he couldn't use the stick. "Qin Sheng" Chen Fengjiao did not play cards according to the convention, she did what she wanted, and a pine branch that looked soft turned into a sharp weapon in her hand, flying up and down. stabbed left and right, and her body was as soft as a noodle, and she was able to move easily between Zhan Lunwu's hand and stick, and she ran into it several times. But she flashed easily, and between one after another, the attack slammed away like mercury. After dozens of tricks have passed. "Merry Monk" Zhan Lunwu suddenly jumped out of the circle, clasped his hands into fists and said: "I admit defeat, I didn't expect the martial arts of 'Qin Sheng' to be superb, I am ashamed of myself, I didn't say what I said before, if I can, I am willing to turn enemies into friends with Miss Chen, I don't know if Miss Chen can give me this thin noodles." ”

Chen Fengjiao put away the branch and smiled slightly: "Young Master Zhan's Shaolin Yin Hand Stick is also a must, and I am also busy and coping, and I don't take much advantage." Young Master Zhan solved the big trouble for me, I am naturally grateful, I accept your suggestion, from now on we will be called brother and sister, I don't know what you think. ”

Zhan Lunwu became serious and replied: "Sister Fengjiao, there will be a place for me in the future, even if you open your mouth, Zhan Lunwu will do his best and never break his word." ”

After the two agreed with each other, Chen Fengjiao was worried about the "poetry saint" Yin Hualei, and hurriedly said goodbye and went down the mountain, and the "merry monk" Zhan Lunwu hurriedly asked people to collect the corpse of Fengwang Zhu Yousheng and destroy the corpse.

Chen Fengjiao hurriedly went down the mountain to find Yin Hualei, Danxia Peak is a stone chair and stone table, it is natural, it is not too far away from the hot spring inn at the bottom of the mountain, but Yin Hualei was not found in front of the stone table, Chen Fengjiao was really anxious, looking around, at this time a person came over, holding a Xiucai hat in his hand, Chen Fengjiao recognized it at a glance It was the hat worn by Yin Gongzi, and asked sharply: "Who are you?

The man looked at Chen Fengjiao greedily and replied, "If you want to know the whereabouts of the 'Poet Saint', come with me." ”

"Qin Sheng" Chen Fengjiao really lost his patience, and suddenly pulled out the steel knife on his neck and said: "Don't come with me to do this, tell me where Yin Gongzi is, otherwise I will kill you." ”

The man remained silent and said calmly: "You kill, my head will fall to the ground, and Yin Gongzi will not survive, anyway, I have a rotten life, and it is worth it to be able to fight with Yin Gongzi." ”

Chen Fengjiao slowly put down the knife, he was right, a rotten life is worthless. "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Miss Chen and I went on a trip to meet someone in a certain place, and Mr. Yin would naturally be unscathed. ”

"Who do I see?"

"You'll know when you go, it's not far from here, please come with me. ”

Chen Fengjiao didn't hesitate to follow him forward, turned a few corners, in front of him was a bamboo forest, verdant green, lush, beautiful scenery, into the depths of the bamboo forest, there were seven or eight men standing inside, one of them was wearing a black short coat, wearing a big hat, carrying a long knife on his back, looking at the other people wearing light or gray clothes, also wearing hats, mysterious.

Chen Fengjiao saw the "poet saint" Yin Hualei lying unconscious on the ground, and immediately asked, "What happened to him?"

The man in the short black coat replied, "He was just stunned by us, and there was no danger." ”

"Qin Sheng" Chen Fengjiao asked again: "Who are you, why do you want to arrest Yin Gongzi?"

The man in black short-rounder said: "We are samurai from Dongying, Miss Chen still remember a person named Duanmu Hong, he is the most outstanding samurai we have there, he is the most proud protégé of the Japanese Nakajo Ichito-kyogo, the head of Nakajo Hyogo, and the most proud protégé of Nakatiao Nagahide, who came to your Central Plains to create the swordless school, you are his only female disciple, and inherited all the swordsmanship of Duanmu Hong's no-knife stream, she should belong to our Japan, Duanmu Hong is no longer alive, you are his successor, you should go back to Japan with us." ”

"And who are you?"

"I am the heir of a knife stream, called Nakajo Liusheng, the master Nakajo Nagashi is already old and frail, I heard that Duanmu Hong passed away and his old man in the Central Plains was grief-stricken, Miss Chen, where are Duanmu Hong's bones, he should return to his roots. ”

Chen Fengjiao shook his head and said: "How did Master Duanmu Hong come to the Central Plains, you should know best, he told me to bury him on the spot before he died, and he didn't return to Japan when he died, so I can't tell you where his bones are." ”

Nakajo Liusheng's face was slightly red, and he said forcefully: "That's our Japanese business, Miss Chen should not meddle in her affairs, so as not to kill herself." ”

Chen Fengjiao shook her head, and looked at the person named Zhongtiao Liusheng in front of her with contempt, she had no good influence on the Japanese, Dongying Wokou burned and humiliated along the coast of China, he was a real pirate, killing people without blinking, Ming Chengzu Zhu Di sent troops to exterminate them, and the two sides came and went, and the conflict continued. The Japanese samurai ronin entered the Central Plains and did many things that hurt nature and reason under the pretext of learning Chinese culture. Hated by the Central Plains martial arts people.

But Duanmuhong is different.

That was five years ago, Chen Fengjiao had just become the so-called pillar of a dancing girl team in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rebound pipa was popular in Hangzhou, and was called the "Qin Saint". One day, a man wearing a hat and a short gray coat came into her sight, this person was very strange, with a long knife on his back, walking silently, after watching her performance, he was completely infatuated, his face was painful, and a pair of eyes followed her closely. He would come to watch the show for several days in a row, still staring at her closely.

After that, his figure appeared in the dance hall intermittently, still the same, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't seem to have any friends. Although Chen Fengjiao felt strange, she didn't go to her heart, when she met in Pingshui, she didn't even know what his name was, there were too many such sons and brothers, and she couldn't cope with it.

The official contact with him was in a cold winter, Chen Fengjiao and a few good sisters went out to buy cosmetics on the street, and when they passed by a lively street, they saw a group of people around, constantly making cheering sounds. The ladies were happy and came over to watch,

Chen Fengjiao had no choice but to follow, and recognized the man at a glance, he was lying on the ground shirtless, his body was red from the cold, a hard stone slab pressed on his back, and there were two sturdy men standing on both sides, who were smashing the slate with a hammer, and the man gritted his teeth and did not move in the sound of "bang", the slate was smashed, the man stood up, unscathed, and clenched his fists with both hands to the applauding people, but few people paid for it.

Chen Fengjiao's eyes moistened, she hated and sympathized with this person, this person was very young, less than thirty, there was an obvious scar on his well-defined face, a high nose bridge, sexy lips, very pleasing to women, and the dark, gloomy eyes had a cold touch. He needed money, but he never prayed, and he didn't show any expression at the few people who gave money. (To be continued......)