Queen's Detective

"Senior Qiu Xuzi!"

Everyone stood up to say hello one after another, counting Qiu Xuzi miraculously. Although he was not as compassionate as Master Xuankong, he was still a living legend in the Jianghu.His seniority is so high and his martial arts so deep that it is unpredictable. Moreover, he is a dragon who can see the head but not the tail. He can calculate the affairs of the world with a pinch of his fingers. It is said that his white hair is the punishment for peeping into heaven. People in Jianghu are in awe of him.

Qiu Xuzi nodded calmly, stepped forward, drew out his sword, and handed it to Nanzhu, "Put it away."

"Master, don't you use a sword?" Nan Zhu asked while holding the sword.

"No need." Qiu Xuzi said, his eyes finally fell on Fang Tianxiong, and he flicked the dust in his hand, "Master Fang, the apprentice is young and not good at learning, let the poor Taoist come and learn."

Fang Tianxiong is not willing to agree casually at this moment, "Senior, today is a big day to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance, does the senior want the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance? If so, the junior can directly..."

"The leader of the martial arts alliance?" Qiu Xuzi interrupted him, "The poor Taoist only seeks to find immortals, and of course the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is not in my heart."

Fang Tianxiong couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief. In his prediction, although Master Xuankong and Qiu Xuzi were both strong candidates for the position of martial arts leader, both of them should reject it by themselves.Fang Tianxiong was a little nervous when he saw Qiu Xuzi appear, but now it seems that his deduction is really good.

"However, Sect Leader Fang hasn't made a move for many years, right? It's a bit hasty to set the position of leader like this. It's better to let the poor Daoist try Fang Sect Leader's martial arts for the heroes of the world. Sect Leader Fang, you are forty-two this year. Taoism is only in its thirties, so it's not considered an insult to you, how about it?" Qiu Xuzi's words were light and ethereal, with a feeling of being in the clouds like mist.

Fang Tianxiong's face was still respectful, but he gritted his teeth secretly in his heart. What's the matter? One is 37 and one is in his early forties, is there a lot of difference? !Relying on the fact that I don't look old, it's really shameless to say that I can't stand alone!

But each flower is in each eye, look at the little girls who are just beginning to love in Baihuamen, which one is not fascinated by Qiu Xuzi's fairy-like appearance and makes her double glow red.

Qiu Xuzi glanced over, smiled lightly, and was very polite.Jiang Qingyan gave him a blank look, this is a stinky old man.

"This..." Fang Tianxiong looked embarrassed, "Senior Qiu Xuzi's martial arts is so strong, so naturally I can't compare with you..."

"Yes, yes, senior Qiu Xuzi, don't you need to compare?"

"The matter of the leader of the martial arts is imminent, and the Central Plains martial arts is still counting on the two of you to lead the heroes. If there are any mistakes during the competition, then it must not be allowed!"

The rest of them chimed in, Chun Tingguan made it clear that he wanted to stand up for Yan Sanbai, but Qiu Xuzi's martial arts were not taught by many people, but he was famous. What can I do?

Fang Tianxiong was also angry and hated in his heart. He had no idea in his heart, and he didn't dare to lose easily, so he didn't dare to fight Qiu Xuzi easily.However, even though those people stood on his side to help speak, it still sounded very uncomfortable, as if he would definitely be beaten to death by Qiu Xuzi, which was really hateful.

beat?Still don't fight?

Fang Tianxiong was deeply entangled.

Qiu Xuzi said: "Why is the head of Fang still hesitating? Don't the words of my senior not work?"

"Juniors don't dare." Fang Tianxiong glanced at Shaolin and Xiling from the corner of his eye, knowing that they would not be on his side, but even if he lost, would they still have a suitable candidate to be the leader of the martial arts alliance? ?

It is still unknown who will win the battle, Fang Tianxiong made up his mind and was about to fight, when suddenly there was a burst of hearty laughter in front of him.

"My Shaolin Temple is so lively today, the poor monk came back late, did you miss anything?"

In one sentence, there are three points of teasing, six points of madness and one point of calmness in coming and going. Before everyone looked at him, they all guessed the name of the person who came - the crazy monk Shi Wuxin!

How did he come back? !

Qiu Xuzi raised his eyebrows in a rare way, but then the provocation returned to smoke, and his whole person was more refined than before, with white hair fluttering as if he was about to ascend to immortality in the next moment.

Seeing him like this, Shi Wuxin's mouth twitched - toothache.

But the man strode over, and slapped Qiu Xuzi's shoulder heavily. The two brothers leaned together and raised the corners of their mouths. Their handsome bald heads glistened like his teeth. You are here too."

Qiu Xuzi wanted to maintain his fairy appearance and didn't want to talk to him.

The people around looked at them immediately, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The crazy monk Shi Wuxin, the closed disciple of Master Xuankong, is also the brother of Sakyamuni, the abandoned disciple of Shaolin.It is said that the monks in Shaolin Temple are all monks who are compassionate, but the reputation of Shaolin for decades has all been ruined by this pair of brothers.Sakyamuni was the most rebellious, and he directly betrayed his teacher to help the tyrant, but what about Shi Wuxin?

Shi Wuxin is an ascetic monk who is not in the temple all the year round. He wears a cassock, holds a staff and a bamboo hat, and travels around the world with his feet.This man's apostasy is not inferior to his younger brother. He doesn't care about the rules and regulations of Shaolin Temple. He should eat and drink, and he will draw his sword to help when the road is uneven. He doesn't care whether he is dead or not.

He said that he was crossing people, my Buddha is merciful, but he is deaf, so what's the use of just reciting scriptures?

Let's talk about Shi Wuxin and Qiu Xuzi, a monk and a Taoist priest. There are rumors in the Jianghu that they are best friends, but every time someone sees them together, they always see them fighting.

So over time, everyone can't tell whether they are friends or enemies.

So what does he mean by returning to Shaolin at this time?

Qiu Xuzi turned his head and glanced at him, "Are you going?"

Shi Wuxin winked at him, "I'll fuck after you fuck."

"it is good."

The Taoist priest nodded, and Shi Wuxin was very happy. He raised his right hand and greeted the master and junior disciples sitting in the audience. The string of big Buddha beads hanging around his neck was engraved with gold-plated six-character mantra, shining in the sunlight.

"Hi everyone!"

not good at all!

Master Xuankong clasped his hands together to Amitabha Buddha, but Fang Tianxiong's heart had already set off a huge wave.It's fine to come to a bamboo to humiliate him, and it's fine to beat the younger one and invite an old one. What's the matter with this smelly monk? !

"Master Xuankong, is Shaolin Temple going to test my martial arts for me?" Fang Tianxiong became tough at the right time, blindly asking for demeanor, and in the end he could only go crazy.

However, Master Xuankong still had a face of 'My Buddha is compassionate', "Young man..."

Fang Tianxiong was about to say something, but Qiu Xuzi's whisk had already approached, "Young man, don't be distracted."

The whisk is as white as snow, leaving no trace of murderous intent.Fang Tianxiong's heart skipped a beat, he hastily raised his sword to meet the enemy, and slashed at Fuchen viciously, if he could cut off the snow-white filament, it would be an honor to lose.

However, how could Qiu Xuzi make him wish, the soft whisk was in his hand, it was soft enough when it was pulled back, and it was as hard as iron when it was moved, Fang Tianxiong was accidentally swept into the arm, and suddenly wanted to be bluntly hit by a heavy object In general, almost broke a bone.

Qiu Xuzi became more and more elegant as he hit, the Taoist priest who came out of the dust was as beautiful as the crane returning to the forest when he was still, and when he threw the dust, every step was agile.

The great monk was whistling next to him, but Fang Tianxiong became more and more frightened as he fought. It wasn't about how good Qiu Xuzi's martial arts were, but that he gradually discovered that no matter what moves he made, Qiu Xuzi seemed to be able to predict in advance and do it. out of response.Often it's just a casual flick of the fly whisk that defeats his carefully planned move.

It's a clever calculation, so it actually includes this?

"Shua!" Fuchen slapped the blade of the sword, and the softness and rigidity collided to the extreme. Everyone watched with bated breath, and saw a snow-white filament cut off at the waist, fluttering across Qiu Xuzi's face.

It was hard to tell whether it was his hair or one of the thousands of filaments on the whisk.

But did Fang Tianxiong win?

No.

That one was just a martyr as a pioneer, and more filaments turned into soft fingers, tightly wrapped around the blade, and when he pulled hard, the sword came out of his hand.

Qiu Xuzi flicked his wrist, let go of the whisk, and the sword was thrown far away, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Fang Tianxiong's wrists felt numb for a while, his heart froze, and he immediately clenched his claws into fists.That fist move carried a strong wind, which caused Qiu Xuzi a lot of trouble for a while.

However, the subtlety of Chunting Guan's martial arts only began to appear here.Nanzhu is just exploring the secret realm for the first time, while Qiu Xuzi's skills have already reached a great level.Fang Tianxiong is not his opponent when he has a sword, and he is even less an opponent when he does not have a sword.

One blow of the dust will cut off your crooked thoughts and evil thoughts!

There was a sound of "snap!", and the audience was silent.Fang Tianxiong felt the burning pain on his cheek, his eyes were wide open, and there was a fierce gleam in his eyes.Qiu Xuzi, an old man, even slapped him in the face with a fly whisk!

How could he be so humiliated as the head of the Tianhua Sect? !

Fang Tianxiong bit the tip of his tongue and punched fiercely, so overbearing that the stones all over his body were shattered inch by inch by the violent internal force.

Everyone saw Qiu Xuzi flick his whisk, and it swung into his arms again.The right hand is palmed upright in front of the chest, and the hair band hanging from the lotus crown is fluttering in the wind, but there is no panic in the indifferent eyes.

The wind is noisy.

Qiu Xuzi closed his eyes slowly, but calmly.

In the silence of everything, that domineering fist broke through the wind, shaking his robes, and his whole body seemed to be in the midst of raging waves.

Everyone's hearts were raised, and it all depends on how he will deal with it. Could it be that he was about to be beaten back just after a slap in the face?

just listen...

"Well done! Hahahahaha..." A burst of loud laughter suddenly broke in, and everyone felt a blur in front of them. Behind Qiu Xuzi standing indifferently, a figure flashed out, with a red cassock pierced with a golden one. The Buddhist beads in the neck seemed to be flying up, jumping over Qiu Xuzi and punching out!

"Bang!" Iron fist against iron fist, straw sandals drew a deep mark on the ground, even a bald head couldn't hide the wildness on Junyi's face.

Fang Tianxiong was startled, the mad monk was indeed a mad monk, his body was extremely domineering, his fists looked like they were made of iron.

"Shi Wuxin! I'm going against Senior Qiu Xuzi, why are you making trouble!" Regarding Shi Wuxin, Fang Tianxiong didn't have so many scruples, and immediately spoke out to teach him a lesson.

Shi Wuxin grinned, licked his lips with his tongue, stomped his foot out, punched hard, and the lion's roar shocked the audience.

"Troubleshooting? The poor monk is here to teach you how to be a man!"

In an instant, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the broken stone slabs were almost crushed into powder.

The word madness is the truth.