It will be bright and not bright.
People, want to come out yet.
When Qin Shan got the news, midnight had passed since the fight between the Demon Cult and the Heroes.
At that time, Pu Cunxi put away the last silver needle for him, and said: "It will take half a month to fully recover your skills. During this period, you must not use too much internal force, otherwise..."
He was talking about the doctor's advice, when Xi Chenshui broke in in disorderly clothes.
"The big thing is not good, the big thing is not good! Liu Han has hit the door, Qin Shan, your junior will be outnumbered!"
Qin Shan put on his shirt and heard Xi Chenshui finish the matter in a few words.
He asked: "How is the situation now?"
"Xiao Yi's people are beating the Wanbian Villa, Xiao Yi himself was chased and beaten by Wan Chengxuan."
"The Shaolin monk and Wudang Taoist priests only fight with those who go up to beat them."
"The other sects are in a mess, it's not clear at all. Well, you mean the Demon Cult?"
Xi Chenshui looked bitter, "The Demon Cult will fight everyone."
"Okay." Qin Shan is equipped with a sword, "Let's go out now."
"Go help Liu Han?" Xi Chenshui was a little eager to try.
Qin Shan said, "No, go grab the secret book."
...
The warriors in the north of the city fought for a night, and the south of the city was silent, and few people went out.
The only morning tea shop that had the courage to do business did not welcome half of the guests, except for a young monk who came early in the morning to ask for alms.
"Little Master."
The shop owner brought out a bowl of tofu nao, "I heard that Chengbei is now in a lot of chaos, so the little master still doesn't want to walk around."
The little monk drank the tofu flower with his round head low, and his bare skull was reflected in the tofu flower, "Amitabha, the monk is compassionate, I don't go to hell and whoever goes to hell."
"but..."
"Thank you for your tofu brain, benefactor. In the coming year, your family will be well and well and well." The little monk wiped his mouth and said that the shop owner was obedient, and left with his palms together.
The boss looked at the little monk walking away and could only sigh.
There are few people walking on the bleak streets of the north of the city. At first sight, a bald-headed monk is very eye-catching.
In secret, ghosts gathered quietly.
"Hiccup, Ami Tofu."
Walking halfway alone, the little monk suddenly stopped after hitting him, put his palms together, and said in a sinful way: "I just satisfied the desire to speak, but I moved the thought of killing, shouldn't, shouldn't, Buddha forgive me."
"The little monk in front!"
A group of people who had been staring at him soon gathered around.
"You are a little novice from Shaolin Temple? Hurry up and tell your uncle where your old bald donkeys are hiding, so that grandpa can give you a way out." Several men with swords jumped out of the road, but they didn't know that they had encountered hardship.
"Life?"
The little monk looked up and glanced at the group of heroes in the green forest.
"It is indeed a way of life."
He squeezed his cold fingers and smiled brightly at these people.
Amitabha, the robbing man should thank the Buddha. Master Wu'an never kills after he has a full stomach. This is their way of life.
A few minutes later, a group of burly men fell to the ground and wailed in the north of the city, and the government officials who heard the news all tied the people back to the county government. Generally, people from the Jianghu people don't dare to do it, but this half-failed and injured Jianghu people doesn't mean they dare not do it.
At the beginning, the various sects in the North City War did not realize how many people they had quietly lost, and when they realized it, the situation was no longer in control.
The little monk Wushan walked on the street like a walking target.
Whether it is the demon sect or the right way, when you see a bald-headed monk, you always want to come up and take advantage. But the consequences are not satisfactory. When the big shots noticed that there was such a hard bone, their subordinates had already consumed most of them in internal fighting and external consumption.
"I don't know that there are such disciples in Shaolin Temple?" You Xiaoyi was a little puzzled when he heard the news. "Why didn't you see me at the group meeting last night?"
Xiao Yi guessed Wu'er's identity, "I am a new generation of Shaolin disciple. I had a relationship with him yesterday."
"Oh, what kind of person is it?"
Xiao Yi remembered not being angry, and shook his head, "It's hard to deal with."
"In this case, then you said, will the cheat book be in his hands?"
Xiao Yi pondered for a while, then glanced at Wudang and Shaolin who were in a group, "Anything possible, maybe this is Shaolin Temple wanting to hit the west. The deputy hall master, you can send someone from the Badaotang to investigate."
"Send someone?" Liu Han heard this. He was distracted when he was fighting Wan Chengxuan, "Left guardian!"
"Yes!" A woman in red came out.
"Go to the city to find a little monk, and if you catch it, grab the rudder!"
"Yes!" Zuo Hufa Jue Honglian led the way.
When You Xiaoyi saw this, it was okay, and he quickly took someone to stop him. Suddenly, the remaining manpower of the Tyrant Blade Hall was also fighting with the Demon Cult, and neither side could separate their hands and feet to find people.
Seeing this stalemate situation, Xiao Yi, who should have been anxious, showed a smile.
Wan Chengxuan wanted to get away, but he was always entangled by Liu Han.
"Where do you want to go?" The demon leader looked at him with a faint smile, "Wang Da Zhuangzhu, we haven't settled the matter three years ago! You have caused the brother to refuse to pay attention to me now, how is this hatred! "
Liu Han's martial arts is not low, he is entangled, Wan Chengxuan is divided and weak.
"Wanling!" The owner suddenly shouted, "Hurry up and get out!"
After hearing the words, all the fighting people saw a disciple of Wanbian Mountain Villa, who had emerged from the chaos, and soon left the scene. Most people don't take it for granted. What role can a young disciple, not Wan Chengxuan himself?
And what the world cares about is often in this inconspicuous corner.
Wan Leng panted anxiously, thinking of the fellow apprentices helping him get out, thinking of the owner's instructions, and wished to find the eye-catching little monk immediately and hide him in a place where no one can find him.
But he walked around the street several times, dealing with a few people who didn't have long eyes, but he didn't see a light head.
Hell, why didn't people see him when looking for him?
"This Xiongtai seems to be in a hurry? I'm looking for something, maybe I can help." When anxious, a slightly teasing voice came.
Wan Leng turned around suddenly, but the rest of the words were all stuck in his throat.
I saw a man in white riding a horse and a little boy riding a donkey slowly walking into the city gate.
...
After Wu'er stunned the tenth batch of people who did not have long eyes, he felt a little impatient. After questioning a few groups of people, Wuang understood how things were going.
The secret book matter was exposed.
"Uncle Master cheated me." His Amitabha gave a wry smile and decided to change his strategy.
After that, no one could find the little bald monk, only a little book boy wearing a hat, who ran past everyone brightly.
The monk wore a hat and changed clothes, so no one could recognize it.
Sometimes I don't understand if I am angry, why the world only looks at the brain and not the face when distinguishing them?
However, not everyone is stupid after all.
Wuang met the first person to see through his identity.
The man sat on the second floor of the tavern and saw Wu Anger approaching, as if waiting for a rabbit.
Wuang stopped two feet away from the door.
"How do you know I'm here?"
The man chuckled, "The little monk who doesn't even want to be hungry for breakfast, when it comes to lunch, of course he will go to the pub to ask for alms."
"But there are so many taverns in the city, how do you know that I must come here."
"Because the others were either too scared to open the door, or I was forced to not open the door. Of course only this one." The visitor smiled and jumped off the second floor with a light effort.
"Little Master Wu'er, admiring the name for a long time."
Wu'er smiled too, took off his hat and exposed his bald forehead.
"Famous is not as good as seeing. Master said that my cleverness can deceive no one but one person, Yan Shizhu, really well-deserved reputation."
Yan Mobei smiled brilliantly when he heard the praise, but in the next second he acted fiercely.
"Although I like you little monk quite a lot, I'm sorry, little master, for being loyal to others!"
In the blink of an eye, the two had already confronted several moves empty-handed. Neither Yan Mobei nor Wuang used any weapons, and their fists were facing each other, and they were full of thrills that outsiders would not know. Shaolin Temple is good at boxing, and is supported by a golden bell and iron cloth shirt, but without anger, the more frightened it gets.
"It's a disciple of Wuminggu." The little monk stepped back and sighed, "Even if there is no long sword in his hand, the little monk is not an opponent."
Timur, who was watching, shouted: "Little brother, he can't beat you, so if you don't kill him, take the secret book!"
Yan Mobei frowned and was about to step forward.
"Slow!" No anger, but raised his hand, "I surrender, hand over the secret book, and ask Yan donor to leave a young monk."
Timur was stunned. He was from outside the Guan, and his elders always said how arrogant and stubborn people in the Central Plains were, and they would not admit defeat. It was the first time he had surrendered so easily.
Yan Mobei was a little surprised, but said without anger: "The cheat is on you, please take it."
He stepped forward to search, and he found a package, and opened it to check it.
"Could it be fake?" Timur asked.
Yan Mobei squatted, "He is a big disciple of Shaolin no-character generation. Even if this book is not, it is another valuable cheat. It is correct to take it away."
Wu'er smiled at him, seeming to approve of what he said.
"I also hope that the donor will keep his promise."
As expected, Yan Mobei only clicked the acupuncture points without anger and moved him to a place where he would not be easily found.
Just before leaving, this former Wuming Gu Xiaoshishu was also a little puzzled: "Why give me the secret book so easily."
"Knowing that you can't do it, the little monk doesn't want to." The little monk said honestly.
And until Yan Mobei left, he swallowed the half-word that he didn't say-I can't beat you, I can only hand over the secret book obediently.
But I also know that if someone wants to grab your cheats, you have to hand them in.
Kindness is kindness, monks don't talk about it. But monks, it may not be impossible to speak the truth only half way.
Donor Qin, it's up to you next.