The two men immediately looked at each other, and one man punched each other with a palm, while the other man made the wind blow one man to attack and one man to defend Juba. Jia Cuo lingered around the two men like wearing Hua Hudie. After watching a few moves, he couldn’t help but turn to the master Fang Zheng and say with smile, "Is that it?" With a wave of his sleeve, he seems to kiss xiu at will, and his mouth is full of laughter, and his sleeve has moved, but he is not afraid of losing his temper.
When the iron wall parents saw this sleeve blowing, they immediately changed their positions into one person to make the day complex boxing, while the other person made the cloud drop boxing. The boxing road was constantly changing, but the Juba Jiacuo had a big sleeve and even waved the wind and the clouds were light, as if fugue was too empty. In the two-person boxing, it constantly came from a natural and unrestrained manner.
The three men fought together for only a dozen strokes, and the iron wall parents changed seven sets of positions. We all know that there are 440 kinds of changes in this iron wall parents’ array, but the boxing road is not the sky, the ground, the wind, the clouds, the dragonfly,
Tiger wings, birds and snakes are just species.
It is at this moment that the two men have exhausted their boxing skills. Some of them can’t catch up with Juba Jiacuo’s sleeve style, but Juba Jiacuo asks, "Is that all?"
Fang Bin, a Buddhist monk, nodded his head as soon as God Se coagulated at that time, and before he could make another move, he was swept away by Jiacuo in Juba to get married and divorce.
After him, the Buddhist monk in the rear was also swept away by Jiacuo in Juba. He waved his sleeves and smiled. "The French king came to China alone to see the style of a Shaolin Temple and see what a solemn and magnificent atmosphere it is called the Wulin Taishan Beidou in the Central Plains, but after listening to the words of the monks, he looked at the behavior of the monks. Hey, hey, it seems that he is not out of the way in many tantric temples in western Xinjiang! This can greatly disappoint the little monk. "
At this time, another senior monk with a square character said, "The Buddhism in the western regions is deeply rooted. Do you mind if my brother Shi doesn’t admire the monks and strive to be a Buddhist teacher early?"
Jia Cuo in Juba sneered, "But if people can win a trick and a half today, I don’t think it’s necessary for you monks to take refuge in the cool temples and Pudu temples. Isn’t it better to live in the Shaolin Temple in vain?" When he said this, no matter how well the Shaolin monks cultivated themselves, they couldn’t stand it and shouted at each other.
The monk thought for a moment and came out slowly, but he was an old monk with a red face. His right hand was hidden in his sleeve, and his face was gentle with a smile.
Juba Jiacuo did not dare to look at the old monk lightly and asked, "Dare to ask the monk’s name?"
The monk said, "I’m a famous person. I would never dare to ride the French king. I want to ask if I’m a stuntman, but if I win a trick and a half against the French king, will Shaolin win?"
Juba Jia mistakenly saw that the monk had never seen it before, so he frowned and thought for a moment. "It’s good to know what martial arts you can do. If you win, I’ll turn around and leave."
The monk bowed down and said, "The young monk’s famous heart is the master of Shaolin Temple’s Yaowangyuan."
When Lu’s nonsense came out, everyone was shocked. Someone asked, "Is there anyone studying poison in Shaolin Temple?"
"If your family studies, don’t you allow Shaolin Temple to study?"
"But after all, Shaolin Temple is a monk with compassion …"
"Hum, what pity? Those bald donkeys may not kill less people than you, and don’t Shaolin laity brothers have so many hobbies to kill Yan?"
At that time, everyone was talking about it.
Lu nonsense cried, "this remark is all hearsay. If you don’t believe it, you won’t explain it. I won’t admit it if someone comes to me."
Everyone thought that Lu’s nonsense explained that there were many halls and hospitals in Shaolin Temple without offending Shaolin. Besides the high-level temple officials, they often didn’t know the true meaning of each hospital, and it was not necessarily convenient for people to study poison.
Bullshit, such as Lu Ping Jing added, "This man seems to be taken aback when he speaks a word. He never thought that there was such a talented person in Shaolin Temple. He was born with wisdom. Since he was a teenager, he has never lost his life. He won a lot of high scores when he left Tubo in Gansu and Shaanxi. He came to Shaolin to fight against this thousand-year-old temple with his own martial arts, but he never thought that Shaolin Temple actually built its own strange path school."
At this time, his eyes turned to look at Qi Yufeng and QuFei smoke.
Qi Yufeng Loulai has been sitting in the far corner, and that nonsense Lu has been busy trying to please all directions. He has never looked at him. At this time, he went to Huashan School, but he looked at Qi Yufeng.
See his eyes bright and clear Qi Yufeng couldn’t help heart andao this man seems ordinary, but a martial arts seems to be no weaker than Jianghu first-class high.
Moreover, this person is full of temperament, although some deliberately talk about greed, but he is free and unrestrained, and his wave feelings are obvious … Where have you seen it?
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Chapter 14 poison test
Juba Jia mistakenly thought about it and then said, "Is it as good as the law?"
The monk Fang Xin laughed and said, "The martial arts of the master is so powerful that ghosts and gods are unpredictable. We admire him deeply. Why don’t I poison him in front of the master? If I have tried my best and haven’t been poisoned yet, will it be considered that I have lost?"
Juba Jia wrong sneer at a way "if it is your means exhausted don’t than finished? Let’s do all ten things. If you can’t poison me, will I win? "
Fang Xin said, "Our martial arts are as profound and profound as the sea. Are we still afraid of this little poison?"
Juba Jia is wrong. "Do you want to show off in front of me? I don’t know how many great things to do, but you can correct them. "
Qi Yufejīng heart way in each other’s body to cast ten means is to take advantage of the Shaolin monk is still not satisfied, it seems that it is not his poison not j and ng, it is the Juba Jia fault that gives him too much pressure.
Then bullshit Lu added, "The two sides kept discussing, and the Zen master kept arguing about it. It was like a street vendor. Juba Jiacuonai agreed that he would cast fifteen kinds of poisons. If none of them were poisonous, it would be considered that Shaolin Temple lost.
Someone laughed and said, "What a fool, whether he is a living Buddha or a French king, I have a poison to win or lose."
Qi Yufeng looked back and saw that the man looked like a ragged man with a broken fan in his right hand. He was in his fifties, with a brown face, a rosacea and two eyes, and a few Hu skirts and shiny hands stretched out. Ten fingernails were covered with black mud. He was thin but had a big belly.
At this time, all the people in the restaurant were listening to Lu’s nonsense and telling this big story. He was alone while listening, but he never stopped drinking himself, like a very greedy person.
When someone asks, "Zu Qianqiu, what can you do?"
That Zu Qianqiu shook his broken fan and laughed, "Teach him to eat fifty kilograms of fifteen kinds of poisons repeatedly. If he picks Jin Xian or not, he will not die."
Qi Yufeng immediately couldn’t help but express surprise. This is Zu Qianqiu. I don’t know where his eponymous "old man" is.
When they heard the idea of Zu Qianqiu, they all laughed at once.
Then talk nonsense, Lu said, "At ordinary times, we have heard of crane’s top, peacock’s gall, and bamboo’s green, but this time it’s not the case that Fang Xin’s monk took out a bottle from his sleeve and called four people to disperse. Immediately, he said,’ The four wonders of the French king are refined from seven poisons in your big snow mountain, and when they are filled in the bottle, you should pull the cork when necessary, and the poisonous water will come out like a breeze blowing through you, and martial arts people will have to sting their eyes and rush into their heads. Do you dare to take a sip? "Say a hand will play the cork.
Juba Jiacuo took one look at the water bottle in the previous step and laughed. "It’s also rare for this thing to taste Se." Then he looked up and drank a bottle of four-line killing water. When everyone saw that he was already God Se as usual, the monk said, "The big monk lost this game."
Juba Jiacuo snorted "Then you two come."
