The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Li Muchen couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Master Rong is your senior brother?"

"I thought he was dead," said Monk Hua. "I heard that the Rongmen suffered a great disaster and all the masters died. I didn't expect that he was still alive."

"Aren't you alive too?"

"I am no longer a member of the Rongmen." A trace of loneliness flashed in Monk Hua's eyes, "From the moment Master expelled me from the sect, my life and death in the Rongmen have nothing to do with me."

Turns out he is a man with a story.

Master Rong is also a man with a story.

It seems that they may be the only masters left in the Rongmen.

Li Muchen could hear that Monk Hua said that the life and death of the Rongmen had nothing to do with him, but in his heart he still regarded himself as a member of the Rongmen, otherwise he would not recognize Master Rong as his senior brother.

"I can take you to see him." Li Muchen said, "There aren't many people left in the Rong Sect. You should get together."

Monk Hua raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted coldly: "You don't need to use this to shake my heart. When I draw the sword, my heart is as calm as water. Nothing can shake me."

Li Muchen smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"Do you think you can kill me?"

"Kuai Dao is the true master of the sword. His sword skills may be better than mine, but he may not know how to kill better than me."

"Didn't you try it during the day? Although your knife is fast, it can't kill me."

"It's just one knife during the day, and it's not my fastest knife."

"Oh?"

Li Muchen couldn't help but be curious.

Monk Hua's sword strike during the day was already very fast, and he was very close to Master Rong.

It's just that Master Rong uses a kitchen knife, while Monk Hua uses a knife. In comparison, the same speed shows the depth of Master Rong's skills.

But Monk Hua said it would be even faster, which would be great.

"Then take action and let me see how fast you are."

"Okay!" Monk Hua took a step forward, "For the sake of curing Master Qian's disease, let me remind you that others know that my nickname is Monk Hua, but few people know that I also have a nickname. The name is Yin Yang Hand."

Before he finished speaking, Monk Hua took action.

He took out a dagger from his pocket with his left hand and turned it three times in his hand. His right hand was still hidden in his sleeve. He kicked off the ground and rushed towards Li Muchen. The dagger flashed with white light and stabbed at extremely fast speed. Li Muchen's throat.

Zhi Ren said that Monk Hua's yin and yang hand was the best in Qiantang. His left hand stabbed with a dagger, which was domineering and fierce, but the real quick hand was the right hand hidden in his sleeve, one yin and one yang, one empty and one real.

Monk Hua believes that as long as he takes action, few people in Qiantang can take his move.

The first thrust of the dagger was as fast as lightning. Seeing that the sharp blade had reached the opponent's throat, Monk Hua's right arm sleeve suddenly bulged, as if a wind had penetrated his sleeve.

Then his right hand stretched out from his sleeve at an incredible speed, holding a blade in his palm. The dazzling white light rushed towards Li Muchen's abdomen, reaching it faster than the dagger in his left hand that came out first.

Because I tried the knife during the day and could not figure out the depth of Li Muchen, I used all my strength to strike Hua Monk this time.

Such a close distance allowed him to exert all his strength, and even a master with peak strength would find it difficult to escape unscathed. He seemed to have seen the blood spurting out of his opponent and his slow falling.

However, Monk Hua failed.

The dagger used for the first stab was exhausted and stopped less than half an inch away from Li Muchen's throat.

Just a little bit.

The blade in his right hand drew an arc of light, causing the wind to flutter the corners of Li Muchen's clothes, but failed to cut into Li Muchen's abdomen.

It's just a little bit different.

Monk Hua was confused.

It was like that during the day, and it's still like that now.

The distance has obviously been calculated.

Did the opponent do it?

He didn't see clearly.

Just when Monk Hua was suspicious, Li Muchen really moved.

He raised his hand, turned his palm into a sword, and slashed it down.

Monk Hua felt the sharp killing intent contained in the condensed and thick sword energy.

Accompanying the sword energy was an incredibly powerful sense of oppression, which made him unable to move and could only watch as the sword energy slashed down.

The sword was dull and cut through the air.

Right in front of Monk Hua, the space seemed to be torn apart, and a vacuum crack appeared.

Monk Hua was attracted by the vacuum, staggered, and barely stood still.

Li Muchen looked at him and smiled: "How about it, is my knife faster than yours?"

"The true energy becomes a sword, splitting the sky into void, you are the master!"

Monk Hua looked at Li Muchen in disbelief.

"But, you are so young, how is it possible? How is it possible?..."

Monk Hua kept mumbling to himself.

Suddenly, he suddenly knelt down to Li Muchen.

Li Muchen was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Master Li, I want to ask you for two things." Monk Hua said.

"Say."

"First, I want to become your teacher."

Li Muchen thought it was something. It turned out that he just wanted to learn Kung Fu, so he said: "It's okay to become a disciple. I am not a martial artist. If you are obsessed with martial arts, you can go to Hecheng Jianghu Hotel. Your senior brother is also there. The second thing What's going on?"

"Second..." Monk Hua hesitated a little and said, "Although Miss Qian is a little arrogant, she is actually a kind-hearted and good person. I don't know how many young men from aristocratic families have pursued her over the years, but in my eyes, they are all country bumpkins. No one is worthy of her. Only people like Mr. Li are worthy of her. Since the young lady has promised to fulfill her promise today, Mr. Li, please agree."

This time it was Li Muchen's turn to be confused.

Where is this going?

"I have a fiancée." Li Muchen said, "I will not agree to this."

"If you don't agree, I won't be able to get up from my knees." Monk Hua said.

"Then kneel down."

After Li Muchen finished speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Monk Hua was stunned.

Huh, are you really leaving? Didn't it follow the routines in film and television novels at all?

This is embarrassing.

Continue to kneel?

Everyone is gone, who are you kneeling down to see?

stand up?

After all, he is a well-known figure in the world. What he just said cannot be regarded as fart.

Monk Hua felt uncomfortable in his heart, and a dull turbid air rolled in his abdomen, and was gradually expelled from the body through his tail, making a popping sound.

Then he stood up and chased after Li Muchen in the direction where he disappeared in the night.

……

Ma Shan sat at the Vanilla Bar and chatted with Zhang Yanyan.

We haven't seen each other for many years, and the feelings we felt back then have faded away. Ma Shan only regards her as a friend and has no other thoughts.

Chatting like this makes you feel more relaxed.

At first, Zhang Yanyan didn't want to say much about what happened after she left Hecheng, but later, while chatting, she just poured out everything like pouring beans through a bamboo tube.

The young master who fished Zhang Yanyan out of the bar was named Na. It was said that he was a descendant of the previous royal family and had a deep family background.

Zhang Yanyan followed him to the capital, originally thinking that the crow would turn into a phoenix and live a life of a master. Unexpectedly, she was not even allowed to enter that house.

The young master bought her a house in the suburbs of Beijing. At first he visited her every week, then it became a month, and then he stopped coming.

"I don't know what kind of nanny I am. Anyway, I am definitely not a second nanny, maybe not even a third nanny." Zhang Yanyan laughed at herself, "Fortunately, that person still has some conscience, and the house is in my name. I will just take it. The house was sold. The house in Beijing is worth a lot of money. If you save some money, it will be enough for me to live for half a lifetime. So I came to Qiantang and opened a small bar here, which can be regarded as returning to my old business."

"Why don't you go back to Hecheng?" Mashan asked.

"What are you going back for?" Zhang Yanyan smiled bitterly, "Do you want people I know to laugh at me? I don't have a home in Hecheng."

Ma Shan was speechless, took a sip of wine, and asked: "You have no contact with that young master anymore? Have you never gone back to look for him? Maybe something happened to him."

Zhang Yanyan sneered: "I have comforted myself in this way and also looked for it. I looked for it according to the address he told me. It was a large Western courtyard, but no one lived in it. The old man nearby said, The house was originally occupied by a family named Li, but twenty years ago, the Li family died overnight. Later, the house belonged to that family. But probably because the Li family died unjustly, their ghosts lingered, and they were often haunted. That family lived in Not long after we arrived, we moved away, and no one has lived there for more than ten years.”

"What did you say?" Ma Shan's heart skipped a beat, as if he had thought of something, "Then the Western Courtyard used to belong to the Li family?"