A Seductive Gentleman

The long feast of the Ming Dynasty and Xiaohan Temple have a long history of grievances, and the grievances are very deep. They are comparable to a certain pond with a depth of thousands of feet.

The old bald donkey was holding the little bald donkey, and he was going to ask Ming Yan to discuss his opinion.

The hatchback was deadlocked, and the tied man in black broke away from the rope and shouted, "What a bravery!"

A long feast in the Ming dynasty, feeling: I am so familiar!

Sure enough, it seems to be printed to prove what the long feast thinks and thinks, the people in black on the ground jumped up.

"Don't you know who I am!"

Ming Chang Yan saw him in a black suit, wearing a long knife around his waist, a black veil on his back, and a three-foot cloak on his shoulders.

"Ben Shaoxia is just a gentleman! Is it a long feast! Have you blinded your dog eyes!"

As soon as this remark came out, the young monk was determined to be weak, and laughed out loud: "You? You are a long dinner! Hahahahaha!"

The man who professed to be a gentleman was eight feet long and eight feet wide. He smiled and shook the ground. He was strong and solid.

The young monk opened his robe. Although Guangling saw fakes posing as a gentleman almost everywhere, such a plump 'Ming Changyan' was probably the first time I saw it, and ironically said, You have eaten a lot of fat, have all your kung fu grown to the meat! "

"A gentleman" said: "Bald donkey, care about you!"

The little monk said: "Since it is a long feast for the Ming Dynasty, Xiaohan Temple will decide for the Wulin Innocent Knights. You have destroyed so many doors and you will never die!"

After listening to the Ming Banquet, he quickly reached out: "Excuse me, I interrupted, when will the Ming Banquet be closed again?"

The little monk frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The Ming feast of the Ming Dynasty laughed, "It's true. I'm also the Ming feast of the Ming Dynasty."

The little monk said: "Wurshy!"

After two sentences, they started fighting. Seeing that the junior gentleman was not right, he ran away and crawled, and the Ming feast was a dozen or four. It was a loss, and it did n’t take a moment to have a fight.

He quickly said, "Excuse me, everyone, Xiaohan Temple overdos it with his mouth, not with his hand!"

Several people at Xiaohan Temple looked at him: "I will ask you, where did you come for the Ming feast?"

Ming Chang banquet waved his hand and backed off: "It's good to say, it's easy to say everywhere. However, I think some people mean that they don't intend to let me go."

The little monk scolded: "Your shit! Jumping upstairs and indiscriminately insulting us, do we now lie to us for not letting you go!"

The feast of the Ming dynasty was frightened, his hands folded: "Amitabha, monks don't spit dirty words."

The faces of several monks changed.

Although Xiaohan Temple is famous for hanging a temple, its behavior is extremely simple and rude. In the past two years after the Ming Changyan was cleared, they simply did not even want to dress up a monk. Except for the baldness and clothes, they could not see that they were monks. However, although they are unwilling to do superficial work, they are not allowed to take it apart.

Ming Changyan said so, and told the bald donkeys to pick up their faces and come back.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Ming Chang Yan laughed and laughed: "I'm afraid I'll beat you four, you lose very little face. So I decided to hit you one, so that if you lose, you will not be so shameful!"

The little monk said, "Arrogant pride!"

Ming Chang Yan waved his hand: "I said, I am Ming Chang Ban. Ming Chang Ban hit you four, can you still use five needles!"

After all, the cuff shook, and Ming Changyan had four needles in his hands.

The young monk said: "He has a needle! Will he ..."

The monk said, "Are you afraid of needles? Don't you think the Ming Banquet is alive? So many people watched him fall into the river together, but there were only a few needles. Are there fewer people using needles?"

The voice of the two did not suppress, and when they heard the long feast of the Ming Dynasty, they laughed more and more wildly: "Do not believe me? Try it if you don't believe me!"

The old monk was afraid of cheating by the long feast, and saw that the other party had a different temperament from the countless 'one gentleman' he had seen. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! Then, as you said! Bodhi, you went up with him and did two tricks. "

Bodhi was the little monk who got dirty. He stepped forward two steps and sang loudly. The other three monks stepped back, making it easy for the Ming Dynasty feast to discuss with Bodhi.

Xiaohan Temple ’s martial arts tricks evolved from Dahan Temple, most of which are enlightened in the Buddhist scriptures, with compassion as the main and wounding as a supplement. The thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate of the Ming feast were the opposite, fierce and overbearing, and fatal.

Ming Chang Yan said: "Little bald donkey, you are unlucky! Ben Shaoxia has recently researched new moves, which is cheaper for you!"

As soon as the words come out, the needle comes out. As thin as a hair, unrecognizable, Bodhi opened his legs, stunned Dan Tian, ​​and his whole body lingered. If it is an ordinary weapon, it will only be broken when it encounters the anger outside Bodhi. But the moon needle is not an unusual weapon, and the needle is tied into the thread and straight into the point of Bodhi.

Bodhi only felt a pain in his thigh and had time to respond. The Ming Changyan suddenly pulled his hands backwards and hurriedly took two steps back. Bodhi's face changed dramatically, shouting: "How is that possible!"

Ming Changyan smiled slyly, his hands and needles became more agile, and Bodhi's feet were immediately locked by him, forcing a backflip to fall to the ground.

As a result, Ming Shaoxia's old problems were committed.

He grinned and said, "What's wrong with you? You can't beat me, you need to kneel? But don't, I can't afford it!"

The long feast of the Ming dynasty was crimped, and the needle was poured into his internal force and hit directly into Bodhi's leg. Immediately unable to control his legs, Bodhi was pushed down by an extremely powerful force and knelt directly on the ground. There was no respite for a while, and the long feast of Ming yanked the silk thread again, and Bodhi immediately turned his feet to the sky and his head to the ground.

Subconsciously, to protect your head. Bodhi supported his hands with the ground and turned into an inverted posture. This behavior was in the midst of a long banquet in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. He was very stubborn, grasping the needle thread, like walking a dog, pulling Bodhiman Street. Poor Bodhi ran his hands over Ming Shaoxia's feet, and within a short while, he howled with blood.

Entire Ming feast was enough, and he smiled, "Bodhi, people say that water flows to the lower part, and people go to the higher part. Why do you go to the lower part! Oh, no, I forgot, you are upside down Leave. "

The three monks saw that Bodhi was so humiliated by the Ming Long Banquet, his face was angry and hated, and his claws were all bright. Xiaohan Temple's tiger claws are famous all over the world, and the Mingchang feast quickly said: "Ah! You guys are unreasonable, say one after the other, what's going on now? He can't beat me, is he still looking for help?"

"you!"

Ming Changyan stepped back and said, "I am what I am, your door is big, don't you talk!"

The monks looked at each other, one of them suddenly waved his stick and cut off the silk thread controlled by Ming Changyan. The line was extremely elastic, stretched back, and bounced the back of Ming Changyan's hand, leaving three red marks.

Without the needle, the heart of Ming Changyan jumped, a cold air came up from the soles of his feet, and he retreated.

He has not yet become familiar with this new technique he has developed. Now he puts the only little internal force into it and does not say it, but also asks others to cut the line. The situation is really bad.

The old monk said: "You win the first round! Now let me show you your kung fu!"

Ming banquet in the heart said sorrowfully: sadness!

"Wait, I have something to say!"

The old monk asked, "Hurry up and say something!"

Ming Chang Yan said: "What's the matter. I want to say slowly. My throat hurts soon. Old monk, I think you are a lot older this year, half of your feet have stepped into the coffin. Now you look for me Competition, I defeated you, but also invincible, spread to martial arts the next day, my friends on the rivers and lakes said that I am a long feast to bully the old, weak and sick, to take advantage of you. Wouldn't it ruin my reputation? "

The old monk ruthlessly said, "I am! I do n’t know the good-looking Huangmao children. I hate the most greasy person in my life. Stand up! Get me a job!"

After scolding the Huangmao child, the old monk suddenly found that the hair color of Ming Changyan was really lighter than ordinary people, not pure black hair, and laughed a few times.

Ming Changyan hurried back two steps, stretched out his palms, and blocked between the two: "Okay, you can fight if you want. Just a fight with the young monk just now, and now I'm a bit tired. You let me Exercise your bones and bones so I can fight with you! "

The old monk was suspicious and put down the iron rod in his hand.

Ming Changyan straightened his arms and yawned. Immediately, with one hand on hips and one hand held high, bend left twice, change hands, and bend right three times.

The old monk muttered: Weird.

Ming Changyan rubbed his feet and made several movements of the calf. The old monk was unsure, and was so cold. When the body of Ming Changyan moved, he ran away.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable cry ran through the entire street.

"Huaiyu !!! Help !!!! Help !!!!"

The old monk was taken aback. Then he realized that he had been caught in this little slipper, and was very angry. He immediately stepped forward and caught up.

The Ming Changyan ran very shamelessly. He walked across mountains and ridges. He rushed into the post, followed by the old monk, followed by the Ming Changban upstairs, if there was a divine help, three steps and two steps, and finally when the old monk was about to chase him, he jumped up and jumped behind Huaiyu.

At first glance, the old monk saw an extraordinary young man appearing at the entrance of the staircase. His face was as snowy, as airy, and a dragon and a phoenix, very aloof, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He secretly said, "Which kid in the martial arts, I never Never seen!

Ming Shaoxia escaped from the dead. He breathed a sigh of relief, banging his hair in his ears and saying: "Old monk, if you want to hit me, you have to step over his body! I tell you, this is my elder brother It's not something you can afford! "

Huai Yu gave him a cold look.

Ming Chang feast guilty: "Look at me, you have to be my elder brother. When you are the elder brother, you have to take care of your younger brother. I usually give you tea and water, but now my life is worrying, what can you do for me!"

The old monk said, "OK!"

He was glared, holding an iron rod, and was about to go up. Ming Chang feasted a moment in his heart, tugging Huaiyu's sleeve in a panic: "Little Huaiyu, you won't see death."

Huai Yu snorted and raised his hand, moving faster than the old monk. He slightly tilted his head, and a few gold beads were like arrows off the string. They were exactly the same. They hit the three points on the middle of the old monk's thigh, hanging bell, and sanyinjiao. Immediately, the old monk knelt on the ground, his stomach turned over, and a puddle of yellow water spit out.

Ming Chang feast said: "Huaiyu, good boy, talk about morale!"

Having said that, the other two monks carried Bodhi and ran from a distance. When they saw the old monk fell to the ground and immediately shouted, the two monks rushed straight up. Unfortunately, the two tried their best and could not go upstairs. It was funny to jump up and down like a monkey on the stairs.

The long feast of the Ming dynasty laughed and gloated, sometimes clapping and applauding.

After playing enough, he asked: "Huaiyu, what was the hidden weapon you just used? I looked at Jinguang glittering and looked strange."

Huai Yu said: "Jin Zhu."

At first, the Ming feast had not yet responded.

After a while, he was shocked: "What?"

Huai Yu looked at him inexplicably: "What did you suddenly do so loudly that it hurt my ears."

There was a pain in the heart of Ming Changyan, and he regretted, "How did you say this without changing your face?"

On the ground, Jin Zhuzi rolled and stopped. Ming Changyan went downstairs quickly and picked up a few gold beads. Looking up, Bodhi hated him honestly. The long feast of the Ming dynasty suddenly realized that when he was going upstairs, he did not forget to pull out the three moon-falling needles in the legs of Bodhi.

With a scream, Ming Changyan covered her ears and said, "I'm sorry, my needles are very few. If I don't take them back, I won't have any use next time."

Bodhi said, "You ... you, who are you!"

Ming Chang Yan said: "Me, I'm Ming Chang Ban! It's you, Xiaohan Temple has nothing to come to Guangling to do, and is still oppressing people without reason!"

Bodhi didn't say a word, but a boy's voice came from the door.

"Sister Yan! But you're inside!"

Ming Changyan turned his head and stared at each other with Huaiyu.

The next moment, Zhao Xiaolan came in person. A scent of rouge blossomed into the building immediately, and there was occasionally a thin bell sound. I saw Zhao Xiaolan holding a handful of osmanthus flowers and shouted lively: "It really is you! The person who saw you and me on the street just now is just a man's voice, I'm not sure, just look over and see the result It's you! "

"Sister Yan, you sound like a man!"

Zhu Yan followed closely and met the Ming Long Banquet with a polite smile.

Ming Chang Yan said: "What is it like! I think it's pretty like that!"

Zhao Xiaolan quickly slapped his fart and said, "It looks like it! Apart from the ugly Guanyin, I haven't seen anything more like that!"

The ugly Guanyin is a master of Yirong on the rivers and lakes. This person does not know whether he is male or female, tall or short, fat or thin. Each appearance is a different face, a different image, like the ever-changing Guanyin, so far no one knows the true identity of this person. Looks. However, although this person resembles Guanyin, he does not do good deeds of the bodhisattva, using insidious means and maiming chivalrous people, so he is called ugly Guanyin.

Ming Changyan laughed and said, "Ugly Guanyin? Hahaha, I'm so embarrassed. If you've ever seen Ugly Guanyin, how can you still be so alive?"

Zhao Xiaolan also said: "Sister Yan, it's just right to meet you. Brother and I are going to stop He Bo from marrying you. Come with us!"

Ming Chang feast said: "He Bo marry?"

Zhao Xiaolan nodded: "Just in Yandang River, you follow me."

Huai Yu said: "This time the Guangling plague, many martial arts in Wulin sent people to help, but there is little money, few people come, and many people are sick. There is no improvement now. He Bo got married and did not see the improvement, but he got worse. From once every ten days to once every three days. "

When Zhao Xiaolan listened, he suddenly realized: "No wonder, I saw a lot of people with swords and swords in the street today, and they were in a hurry!"

The four walked towards the Yandang River. No one knew it was halfway, and suddenly a man rolled out in front of their eyes.

Zhao Xiaolan and Huai Yu opened their eyes slightly.

The author has something to say: Who is this familiar man, this familiar figure ...

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