[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

If those who were on the boat at this time were the senior brothers and sisters of Wanhua Valley, or the apprentices of the three Jianghu masters of a certain Hualuo, they would never be caught up in this expression because of this expression of leaning on the side of the boat and concentrating on eating sweet-scented osmanthus crisps. Cognitive denial: Even if they are sometimes stimulated by the natural cuteness of domesticated flower bones to forget the southeast and northwest, they will never forget that no matter how soft, cute or cute it is, it is a piranha!

Even though it's still small, its lethality is no less than the adult version... No, it should be said, because it's still young, its lethality in some aspects is even stronger than that of mature piranhas! ! !

However, in view of the fact that the brothers and sisters are still chasing mice, beating dogs and overthrowing the leader of the secret realm and other loving activities in another Datang world, it is really careless and powerless to remind me of this through the distance of time and space, so However, Chu Liuxiang and Wuhua, who had been in contact with Huaguduo for a short time, did not know the so-called piranha's... ferocity.

The little girl looked left and right, and what she wanted to say basically manifested on her face: What are you talking about me?

The look of question marks all over his face seemed non-threatening.

"However, the disciples of the beggar gang don't think so." Wuhua said, "Anyway, there is no evidence to prove that she is innocent."

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly, this was exactly where he was in trouble.

However, if he could find the person who obliterated the target he was looking for, maybe...

The young monk glanced at it as if he wanted to understand something, kept silent and looked at their little girl, and said, "If Brother Chu trusts the poor monk, how about letting the poor monk take care of this little benefactor?"

Chu Liuxiang rubbed her nose and looked at the little girl: "Wan girl, recently Jinan city is full of beggar gang disciples, and even their acting gang leader Nangong Ling has come, you..."

Chu Liuxiang knew very well that if the Beggar Clan disciples found this child, the best outcome would be to capture her alive and sacrifice her alive in front of Senior Ren Ci's mourning hall, and the worst outcome...

"Do you want this master to protect me until Xiangshuai washes away my grievances?" Chu Liuxiang didn't finish, but the little girl immediately guessed it and nodded, "Okay! It's tiring to hide from those beggar gang disciples every day. !"

Chu Liuxiang was convinced, so she cupped her fists and said to Wuhua, "Then please ask Wuhua!"

Wu Hua frowned and said with a smile: "It's such a good night, but you and I are just talking about common things, aren't you afraid of disappointing Qingfengmingyue?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "I am an ordinary person, especially at this moment, apart from these ordinary things, I have no interest in other things."

He stood up suddenly, and laughed loudly: "If you want to talk about Zen or play chess, I will find you after I'm done, and I guarantee that you must be dry." Little splashes.

Wu Hua smiled and said, "The appointment of Zen and chess, don't forget it."

Chu Liuxiang showed her head on the water, and laughed loudly: "Anyone who can forget the promise of no flowers must be an idiot."

Watching him slide away like a fish, the monk smiled slightly under the moonlight and said, "It's a joy to get to know this man, whether it's a friend or an enemy."

Then he turned around and looked at the other person who was still on the boat.

A little girl about twelve or thirteen years old, the arm-length ink pen pinned to her waist was untied, turned and turned in her little hand, which was not half his size, and was thrown into the air from time to time, and then bouncing to pick it up. , I had a great time alone.

"Poor monk Wuhua, I don't know what to call the little benefactor?" Wuhua said gently.

This is asking knowingly, who in the world does not know that the poison doctor is called Yu Wanfeng?

"My surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Wanfeng!" The little girl jumped up to catch the ink pen that fell, the boat under her feet was still stable, and was not disturbed by her bouncing behavior at all, "You can call it whatever you want! Wan, girl Wan, Fengfeng, girl Feng, or something! Just don’t call me a little benefactor!”

There are so many nicknames for this little doll... Wuhua thought to herself, and then said: "These names are all called by the family of the little benefactor?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes, they always like to choose a name for themselves!"

Of course, the strangest thing is her elder brother, who doesn't call her A Wan or A Feng, but just likes to use her surname as a nickname...

But compared to that...

"This master, do you know?" The little girl stopped turning her pen, tilted her head to look at him, her dark eyes were as bright as the shimmering Daming Lake in the night.

"Know what?" Wuhua asked kindly.

"I hate your name."

Wuhua smiled, and was about to say something, but was stopped before the words reached her mouth: "Speaking of which, master, you haven't answered Chu Xiangshuai's question yet!"

Wu Hua's body was slightly taken aback.

Chu Liuxiang asked a few questions, the first one was to ask Wuhua if he had seen the two of them, and then he mentioned the name of Zhongyuan Yidianhong.Wuhua heard the name, and immediately threw the qin in her hand into the water. Chu Liuxiang's attention was immediately shifted to the submerged qin, and she sighed, but Wuhua didn't answer, but asked the second person who.Chu Liuxiang then said that the second person had learned ninjutsu, and asked Wuhua if she knew that people in Central Plains had learned ninjutsu, and Wuhua gave the news that 20 years ago, an Iga ninja crossed the sea and lived in southern Fujian for three years. Attention was immediately focused on the matter of whether the shadow was from a Hokkien family.

Looking at it this way, although Wu Hua seemed to be answering the questions well from beginning to end, but the most essential question about whether he had seen those two people, he did not answer at all!

Not only that, when Chu Liuxiang asked the second person, Wuhua had already grasped the rhythm of the whole conversation, letting Chu Liuxiang's train of thought follow him!

"Master took such pains to change the subject, but because..." The corner of the little girl's mouth still had a slight smile, but under the moonlight, in Wuhua's eyes, it was no less than a sneer, "Monk, don't tell lies?"

Monks, don't tell lies.

However, it can be avoided!

Under the moonlight, the young monk who was all over the world stood there quietly. Although he was still gentle and elegant, there was an unknown sense of oppression coming from him!

"Little benefactor's words," Wu Hua stared at the little girl who didn't seem to realize what she said, with a smile still on the corner of her mouth, "It's not good!"

The word "too bad" spit out from Wuhua's mouth, the sound was like thunder, shaking the whole boat, and the surrounding calm water suddenly created amazing ripples centered on the boat!

If the internal strength is a little weaker, this Buddhist lion's roar skill is enough to make people's blood churn and cause internal injuries!

However, when Wuhua's Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu came out, Wan Feng raised the ink pen in his hand extremely quickly, sending out an invisible energy towards Wuhua!

Jueyin finger!

Contained in the heart, external in the veins, Qi governs heat.

The effect is to cause mixed internal energy damage to the target and interrupt its movement. If the interruption is successful, the target cannot move. The duration depends on the opponent's internal energy cultivation.

As soon as Qi Jinpu came into contact with the human body, Wuhua sensed that something was wrong: her inner breath, which flows freely, was instantly blocked and stagnant!

If not, how could it be just the result of the shaking of the boat with the power of his Buddhist Lion's Roar?

Not only that, that ray of soft energy that was completely different from the masculine inner breath of Buddhism actually invaded his meridians. Although it was only for a moment, it still caused some damage to his meridians!

As if seeing the child clearly for the first time, Wu Hua scrutinized the little girl who was only 13 years old.

On the Daming Lake, the little girl in a plain black dress with green edges was as calm as water, holding a pen in her hand, holding her breath intently, and her demeanor was not at all what an ordinary 13-year-old child should have!

Wu Hua suddenly laughed: Exactly, how can a child from an ordinary family do something that even famous people in the world can do at this young age?

"In addition, I also hate your behavior." The little girl turned her pen around, and instead of looking at the young monk who suffered some internal injuries after being interrupted by her Jueyin finger, she stared at her hand. pen.

If the little girl's third master, the most respectful of etiquette, was there, he would seriously correct the girl's behavior of not looking at people when speaking: this is an act of disrespecting the person he is talking to.

"You say, 'People can dirty water, but water doesn't dirty people'. If that's the case, what is the name of the person who is a thing of the qin and whether its sound is ethereal?" That expression was an indescribable frown and displeasure, "Master, what you are doing is really not just acting?"

"I really hate you."

She repeated it again, stopped turning the pen in her hand, looked at the place where the lyre fell into the water not long ago, pinned the ink pen to her waist, and jumped into the water without saying a word!

Wu Hua was startled, and instinctively took a step forward, the inner breath that was blocked by the Jueyin finger for three breaths finally got rid of the stagnation and resumed operation, but the child had already jumped into the water and could not be found anymore.

Leaving the young monk on the boat, looking at the place where the child fell into the water, his expression was uncertain.

After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"Yu Wan Feng?"

Wuhua gently read the familiar name word by word.

The tenderness of his voice and the gentleness of his expression made one suspect that it was a young man calling softly to his sweetheart in a place where no one was around.

However, if someone could see the stagnant aura around this young monk who is everywhere, they would definitely not misunderstand him like this!

The little girl of the Yu family...?

interesting.