There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 626
The sage quietly raised Lu Yuan's head with his toes.

Seeing the bloodshot mouth corners of this courtier tense, he looked full of horror.

The saint smiled: "I'm just kidding."

Saying this, the saint retracted his feet and returned to his futon.

Lu Yuan knelt on the spot panting in shock.

Whether the saint was joking or not, how could he not know.

If this is also a warning, the saint's warning has now reached the highest limit.

He clearly felt the killing intent of the saint in front of him.

But the only reason not to kill him is that he is still useful.

"If you are willing to come back to see me, it means that you still have the heart." The saint said lightly on the futon: "Nowadays, the Japanese invasion in the southeast has not yet been resolved. The situation, in short, is short of money, food and soldiers, but the Japanese pirates are in a mess."

"Some things, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I really can't do it."

Lu Yuan listened quietly without interrupting.

"Go and help me with something." The saint looked at Lu Yuan.

It's like watching a dog.

"Go and tell Qin."

"If he can really prove that he is number one in the world that Lao Shizi."

"Then, the hive really gave him."

"so what?"

……

……

Shaoshi Mountain.

Shaolin Temple.

The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the cool breeze blows.

An old monk was cleaning the golden ginkgo leaves under the ginkgo tree, and at this moment, a snow-white pigeon flapped its wings and landed in the pile of golden leaves.

Looking at the old monk sweeping the floor in front of him.

The old monk looked at the white pigeon: "Do you have something to do with me?"

The old monk had white hair and white eyebrows, and he looked really old.

But no matter how old you are, you won't be old and confused.

But if he is not old and confused, how can he talk to the pigeons.

But the pigeon looked sideways at the old monk in front of him, and cooed twice.

Then jumping and jumping, he came to the old monk, revealing the brass pipe at the ankle.

"Brother, who are you talking to?" On the other side, a gray-robed monk came slowly, looked at the old monk, and saw the white pigeon flying up.

Can't help being surprised: "Hive pigeons?"

The old monk shook his head: "Kong Chan, guess what the pigeon sent this time?"

"Senior brother is joking." Kong Chan folded his hands together and shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't know how to communicate with each other, and how can he know what a pigeon sent?"

"This pigeon sent the wind and the clouds to shake." The old monk said in a low voice.

"Do you have rice on you?" the old monk asked.

Kong Chan shook his head: "How can the poor monk have rice on his body, but I left half of the steamed corn bread here in the morning, so I think the pigeon will not mind."

Saying this, Kongchan stretched out his hand and took out the half of the yellowed corn bun. Seeing that there was something to eat, the pigeon's eyes lit up for a moment, and after another jump, it flew into Kongchan's hand, allowing Kongchan to take it. I got off the copper pipe on its ankle, and then waited for the empty cicada to feed.

Looking at this scene, the old monk couldn't help sighing: "It's pitiful, these pigeons in the hive are really spiritual."

"After all, the only ones in the world who can use flying pigeons to pass letters to this extent are the Honeycomb family." Kong Chan handed the copper pipe to the old monk, and at the same time began to slowly break the nests in his hands and sprinkle them on the ground. The debris fell in the gap between the ginkgo leaves and the green bricks, and the white pigeons flew up and down, picking up the scattered food. On the other side, the old monk also opened the copper pipe, and with his withered fingers, he opened the one that was slightly panned. Yellow mulberry paper.

"It's the new Jianghu list." The old monk sighed.

After unfolding, the first thing you see is Qin's name.

"Brother doesn't seem to be the number one anymore." Kong Chan sighed in anticipation while feeding the pigeons.

"In the past, they needed me to stand there as a front." The old monk sighed: "But now, the old monk doesn't seem to be able to be a front."

It never occurred to him that this old monk who was sweeping the floor in Shaolin Temple was actually the abbot of Shaolin, the Godly Monk Kongming.

"Then who is number one in the world now?" Kong Chan looked at Kong Ming: "Is it Ding Kuyu, the leader of Luo Jiao?"

"Or Zhang Buping, the head teacher of Wudang?"

Kong Ming shook his head: "Not at all."

Kong Chan was instantly surprised: "Could it be Yi Ming?"

People in the world only know that Yi Ming is anonymous.

But only they know that Yi Ming is the strongest assassin of the hive.

In the past five years, the strongest assassin in the hive has always been He Ping.

"He Ping is on the list, ranked fourth." Kong Ming looked at Kong Chan and said slowly.

"He Ping is only fourth?" Kong Chan was a little shocked: "I met He Ping once in Los Angeles. Although I said I had never seen her make a move, but just by feeling, I guess she is not inferior to senior brother."

"If she had made a move at that time, even Ning Huan might not have been her opponent."

"Renren Zhang is number two in the world."

"Benefactor Ding is number three in the world."

Kong Ming reported the rankings of the two of them one by one.

Although it is said that there is a ranking of the world's masters on the Jianghu list.

But for these big names who are really on the list, the information they have is still a little more than what is on the list.

For example, Zhang Buping, who was originally ranked the lowest, is actually the most likely to be the number one master of the righteous way.

For example, the hive has some extremely scary assassins.

But even Kong Chan can't imagine who is number one in the world.

"Then who can be number one in the world?" Kong Chan couldn't help but said.

"Qin." Kong Ming simply announced the name.

"Qin?" Kong Chan was in disbelief.

How can Qin Hede dare to be number one in the world?

Just like before, why the monk Kongming is the best in the world, does not necessarily mean that Kongming's martial arts is really the first.

But Kong Ming lives in Shaolin Temple, there are so many masters in Shaolin Temple, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, no matter how hard someone thinks about it, they will not come to Shaolin Temple to try the real skill of Kong Ming.

What's more-it is an open fact that the holy monk Kongming has practiced the Yijin Jing for decades, his Buddhism is profound, and his martial arts are unpredictable.

That's why Kong Ming said that because the hive needed his appearance, he was moved to the position of number one in the world.

And now that Kong Ming has stepped back from this position, it means that the Hive no longer needs this facade.

"Yes, it's benefactor Qin." Kong Ming looked at Kong Chan and said slowly: "Besides, benefactor Qin has already declared war on benefactor Shu, the Immortal King Kong, on this Jianghu list. He hopes to fight with benefactor Shu on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month. one game."

When Kong Chan heard it, even with his self-cultivation skills, he couldn't help but stepped forward to snatch the Jianghu rankings and read it from top to bottom.

After reading it, Kong Chan looked at Kong Ming.

"Brother, you are right."

"This pigeon sent it."

"It's really stormy."

(End of this chapter)