[Comprehensive martial arts] Strength won't let me keep a low profile

Wuhua still doesn't know that someone is 'specially concerned' about his baldness.

There are only two tables left in the lobby to choose from.

On the western dining table, the bearded man and the Taoist priest looked ordinary, and it was impossible to directly observe their origins.

On the dining table in the north was a ghost-headed spirit snake spear. If nothing else, this is the weapon that belongs to Ouyang Feng of the White Camel Villa.

"The poor monk has no flowers, do you two mind sharing the table?"

Wuhua chose to ask Ouyang Feng, and of course asked the one with the face of the evil spirit without discrimination.

"random."

Ouyang Feng was noncommittal, and didn't care whether the visitor was the rumored Seven Wonderful Monks.

Anyway, he has no interest in putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately, and it is absolutely impossible to talk about having a common language with the monk.You can sit down and chat.

Chi Zangfeng nodded slightly, and keenly felt a certain line of sight from the table in Shenshui Palace beside him.

Turning his head quickly, it was no surprise that the girl who made the exclamation just now was squinting at her in displeasure.

Situ Jing was secretly feeling unbalanced, why would a monk who shocked her into heaven want to compete with a man who was as ugly as a ghost, and was caught right after he just glared at him in the dark.Hastily averted his eyes to cover up, pretending to look elsewhere.

Ike Zangfeng: It's boring.

Since squinting secretly is nothing, if you are discovered, just keep staring.Big eyes and small eyes, whoever loses winks.

In the simple lobby of the inn, with only four dining tables, there was an undercurrent.

Situ Jing's unhappiness and injustice caused by judging people by appearances are just trivial episodes.

What is really intriguing is how the always bleak Jingjue Jiudi gathered these martial arts figures, and they are all well-known figures in the world.

When Wu Hua was seated and ordered food, the waiter ran to the back kitchen, and there were only thirteen guests in the lobby.

Yue Buqun spoke first in a gentle and polite manner, "Your Majesty, Mount Hua is Yue Buqun. I have heard about the Seven Wonderful Monks for a long time, but the master is Wuhua, an eminent monk from Southern Shaolin?"

Wu Hua clasped his palms together, "Amitabha, the poor monk is from Southern Shaolin. He is known as the Seven Wonders, but he has a false name in the Jianghu. A little knowledge of some gossip about piano, chess, poetry and painting is far less than the hard work of the head of Yue in charge of a faction."

Who doesn't like to hear good words?

Yue Buqun's expression remained the same, but his tone became more cheerful, and he introduced his wife Ning Zhongze who came with him.He was about to talk about the other two at the same table, but was interrupted by Zuo Lengchan.

"Songshan, Zuo Lengchan."

Zuo Lengchan didn't want to let Yue Buqun be the speaker, even if it was just the right to speak at this table.He pointed to Fei Bin beside him, "Da Songyang Hand, my fourth junior brother, Fei Bin."

Yue Buqun's words were cut off, and there was no anger on his face and he stopped speaking, as if a gentleman had given up his right to speak.

Wuhua didn't seem to notice any discord between the two masters of Wuyue Sword Sect, and smiled as she bowed her head one by one in salute.

Zuo Lengchan took advantage of the situation and said, "The hinterland of the desert came to Xiao Suo quickly, but today it is also lively. I don't know who the rest are, what sect, what are they called?"

These people entered the inn almost backwards and forwards, and did not confirm each other's history.

Zuo Lengchan asked a question, but there was no response the next moment.

Shenshui Palace has never given a good face to men, how could Gong Nanyan, the leader of the team, abide by the principle of answering all your questions.If the person in charge doesn't speak, the other three will not speak.

As for Ouyang Feng, he is not an easy-going character who is friendly to others.Want to know who he is, isn't the Ghost Head Spirit Snake Staff standing by the table not eye-catching enough?

Here it is embarrassingly quiet.

Zuo Lengchan felt slightly angry.

Those few who never reported their family background did not give him the face of the head of Songshan Mountain at all!

"Under Zhong Fu."

At the table to the west, the plainly dressed Taoist priest was a few beats slower to answer, but it eased the embarrassment to some extent. "I come from a small sect. If I don't mention it in front of the Songshan sect, I won't make a fool of myself."

At this time, both Chi Zangfeng and Wuhua had doubts in their hearts, and they both remembered some gossips that had been thrown into the corner of their minds.

Zhou Botong who fled together back then, the person who mentioned the most inside and outside the words was the founder of Quanzhen Sect, his senior brother Wang Chongyang.

Zhou Botong jokingly mentioned that his elder brother in charge is a maniac who changed his name.

The man's original name was Zhongfu, styled Yunqing; later he changed his name to Shixiong, styled Dewei;

Chongyangzi is Wang Chongyang's Taoist name after he entered the Taoist gate.For the sake of convenience, the world calls him Wang Chongyang over time,

Fortunately, Chi Zangfeng and Wuhua's memory is good enough to remember this series of useless gossip about Zhou Botong.

Now, could the seemingly ordinary Taoist priest Zhong Fu have something to do with Wang Chongyang?Judging from the age shown, he is close to forty, which is consistent with the head teacher of Quanzhen sect.

Zuo Lengchan would never know these things.

"Happy to meet."

Zuo Lengchan said hello to the Taoist priest Zhong Fu, but the anger in his heart didn't dissipate, on the contrary it intensified.

He secretly thought that the Taoist priest didn't wink at him. Since he came from a small sect, he should respect the Songshan sect even more when he answered the question immediately.

There is more than one person who is blind.

Apart from the Taoist priest, there was also a bearded man sitting at the table on the west, holding a wine glass without looking at Zuo Lengchan.

Zuo Lengchan's displeasure was even worse.Sure enough, there was only one Songshan faction leader, which could not give him the prestige to deter one side.

He must find a martial art that makes people stronger. In the future, he will unify the Five Sacred Sword Sect, and even wipe out the Sun Moon God Sect, which has always been hostile, in one fell swoop.At that time, everyone in the world will respect him three points.

At the moment, Zuo Lengchan can't lose face just because of this, he absolutely can't be cold.

I can't quite see the bearded man opposite the Taoist priest, but his clothes and sword are very ordinary, so don't ask him.He was also faintly appalled by the prestige of the jellyfish Yinji, knowing that no one in Shenshui Palace wanted to see men, so he didn't take the initiative to ask the four people in Shenshui Palace.

He set his sights on Wuhua's desk.

"In the Western Regions, almost everyone doesn't know the White Camel Villa. Dare I ask brother, is it Ouyang Feng of the White Camel Villa?"

Zuo Lengchan's words finally got Ouyang Feng's slight nod, but he didn't intend to talk to him too much.It doesn't matter, this can continue. "I don't know what to call the friend who came with the second owner?"

friend?Where?

Ouyang Feng didn't think he had any friends at all, at least not Chi Zangfeng.

Chi Zangfeng didn't think that he wanted to be friends with the book thief who made her travel thousands of miles, and this person would also set snakes in the middle of the night to carry out sneak attacks.

"Not friends, just fellow travelers."

Chi Zangfeng corrected Zuo Lengchan, "Eight years ago in Songshan Shaolin, I had the honor to meet you once."

Zuo Lengchan was stunned.Eight years ago, the Northern Shaolin was killed. He heard the news and wanted to get some benefits, but he didn't want to be blocked by the monks of the Southern Shaolin who happened to be there.

At that time, were there any women in North Shaolin?

some.

Zuo Lengchan remembered the rumored little girl who made all the monks in Shaolin cry.I met once in the mourning hall of the murdered monks in Shaolin Temple.

Very evil.

At that time, Zuo Lengchan labeled Chi Zangfeng.

I heard Chi Zangfeng continue to say, "I think the head of the left is busy with business, so I can't remember the name of me who is in the coffin business. I am a small person, how dare I answer your question before. What's more, the coffin In the eyes of the world, it is unavoidable to be somewhat unlucky, and it would be bad to disturb the left master."

The tone of these words is extremely humble, but there are always some insinuations of ridicule.

What are you mocking?

Shaolin and Songshan faction are both in Songshan. Zuo Lengchan, who had just taken office, took advantage of Shaolin's death, saying that he was going to mourn the dead, but in fact, the weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings with uneasy and kind intentions.

Some things are unknown to outsiders, but Chi Zangfeng and Zuo Lengchan are well aware of them.

It is impossible for the monks in South Shaolin to stay in North Shaolin for a long time.After they left, some trivial conflicts occurred between Songshan School and Northern Shaolin.

For example, in the original public area on Songshan Mountain, anyone can pick fruits and medicinal materials.The Songshan faction took advantage of the fact that a group of masters from Northern Shaolin were murdered and lost their high force value. They were monks who deliberately made things difficult and provoked them to pick them.

Another example is that when the Northern Shaolin Mausoleum Pagoda was repaired, building materials had to be transported up the mountain, and the disgusting people of the Songshan School sprinkled sharp gravel on the road and so on.

The incident was minor and there were no casualties.

But it's really disgusting to make troubles every day and every day.

Chi Zangfeng happened to be in charge of repairing the mausoleum, and he knew with his toes that she had conflicts with the Songshan School.

The corner of Zuo Lengchan's mouth froze, how could he unluckily bump into someone who knew his dark history, and Chi Zangfeng's fault was all his mistakes.

"It turned out to be Boss Chi. The rumors in the world are still true, and the third master is as ugly as a ghost. You were not like this many years ago. I don't know who did it to ruin your face."

Zuo Lengchan only had to say, well ruined!

Hear this.

As long as those present had a little IQ, they would know that Zuo Lengchan and Chi Zangfeng were not the same people, and they might even have old grudges.

After Yue Buqun heard the words, he would not miss this opportunity to refute Zuo Lengchan.

"Master Zuo, we are both in the Five Sacred Sword Sect. The Five Sacred Sword Sect has always acted in good manners, and the owner of the coffin shop, the third master, is fair in business. As the head of the sect, how can you speak ill of an injured and innocent person?"

Zuo Lengchan wanted to say something, but he couldn't completely disregard his image, so he snorted and shut up.

The inn lobby was quiet again, but it was no longer quiet.

These people gathered in Jingjue Old Land should not be able to live in harmony.

In front of me, the most restless person is Wuhua.

Eight years ago in Songshan Shaolin, this sentence was like thunder.

Of course Wuhua knew who was the owner of the coffin shop who visited Songshan Shaolin eight years ago.

At that time, his name was Li Chongqi.Knowing that there might be a bloody case in North Shaolin, he secretly put the warning bamboo slices in the vegetable basket, hoping to help Chi Zangfeng, who have been in trouble together.

Since his father, Tianfeng Shishilang, was also at the foot of Songshan Mountain, and his father probably didn't like him having contacts with people from the Central Plains martial arts, he didn't want to talk to Chi Zangfeng face to face, and it was good to do good deeds without leaving his name.

Afterwards, things took a turn for the worse.

It was Songshan that year, when he failed to see his father for the last time, Tianfeng Shishilang died in Shaolin Temple.

The father and son failed to say goodbye properly, there was only one letter, and Tianfeng Shishilang explained two things to him.

It must be kept in mind that the life and death of a family of four were all caused by the martial arts in the Central Plains.In the future, he must take revenge and make the Wulin chaotic endlessly.

This means that he must join Tianfeng's sect in Southern Shaolin, by the way, Tianfeng is his father-killing enemy.In addition, let him not bother to find his younger brother and mother, he should always meet.

Wuhua never recalled that year.His father forced him to become a monk at the cost of his life, and forced him to worship his master and kill his father's enemies.

In that year, his family was ruined, and he could never go back to the simple life in the past.For the old people Li Chongqi got acquainted with, it's better not to see them.

Meet, but caught off guard.

A table, half a foot apart.

The two looked at each other without words, but their eyes confirmed that neither of them had forgotten their old acquaintance.

Although Wuhua tried her best to control it, the fingers holding the teacup still trembled.I never believed the rumors in the world, but now seeing is believing. Boss Sanye looks like a ghost.

Looking at Chi Zangfeng's half face scarred, twisted and shrunk into a ball.

He couldn't believe that the old man who escaped from the ship together was the shameless little girl back then.

How do you feel?

Wuhua has been calm for many years, but now she suddenly feels bitter.

It is a thing that hurts its kind, and a thing is right and a person is wrong.

Li Chongqi can no longer fulfill his simplest wish, and family happiness has become empty talk.Destiny, how cruel it is, even Li Chongqi's few old friends will not be spared.

Chi Zangfeng: Huh?

There is something wrong with Wuhua's eyes.

Why do you look at her as if you are looking at another poor little girl?It was as if she had encountered all kinds of hardships given by fate, and she was able to sit here only after going through countless trials.

Wrong is right.Fate would dig holes for her from time to time, otherwise she wouldn't be struck down by the thunder calamity.But she is not poor, she is very happy.

Chi Zangfeng swallowed some words silently.It seems that Wuhua has misunderstood something, and the greeting she thought about before becoming bald and stronger seems inappropriate.

Does this half-faced evil ghost makeup deceive people's feelings?Shouldn't it be a big problem?

Compared to this, it is more appropriate to ask at present, why are there so many people gathered together to learn from the past?Are they all here to look for Bai Xiaosheng?