Chapter 10 Chapter 9: Strange Man with Stumped Limbs

At the same moment, another figure flew towards the wall of the west building, rising and falling into the courtyard in threes and twos, standing there gracefully. The old man Xuandu snorted coldly: "Awu, is that you?" That person was the young Gu Qianwu. He bowed to the old man Xuandu and said: "My lord, what happened?" The old man Xuandu snorted in that thick nasal voice, and said: "Have you just arrived?" Gu Qianwu said with panic all over his face: "The subordinate was up all night, so he didn't feel a little slack. He just patrolled around the west building, and when he heard movement here, he rushed over immediately..."

The old man Xuandu nodded, and Gu Qianwu said: "Who was that person just now?" The old man Xuandu didn't answer, but changed the topic and said: "I heard that Qing'er has a visitor?" Gu Qianwu said: "It's a young man surnamed Zhao. Miss Zhen met him on the way out of the castle this time." The old man Xuandu seemed to have a feeling, and said: "Qing'er has grown up, the years go by so fast." This old man who has always been ruthless in speech and demeanor, thinks of the passing of time, and it will inevitably affect his old feelings and sigh.

He walked away with one move, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. Gu Qianwu stood still for a long time, then suddenly turned to face the flower garden next to the building, and said solemnly: "Zhao, you should come out too!" There was a whistling sound in the flower garden, Zhao Ziyuan came out wearing his clothes, he brushed off the mud stains on his sleeves casually, seemingly relaxed, but in fact he was already full of all the energy in his body. On the surface, he still talked and laughed freely: "My younger brother is a guest for the first time, and I can't sleep repeatedly, so I took advantage of the bright moonlight to relax in the garden..."

Gu Qianwu showed a strange smile and said, "Really?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "What do you think, Brother Gu?" Gu Qianwu said: "Think? Why should I think? The eyes can't see enough?" Zhao Ziyuan was beating drums in his heart, but due to the influence of his environment since he was a child, he had developed a deep and secretive nature, so he still pretended to be indifferent and said: "My little brother is dull, and I don't understand Brother Gu's meaning." Gu Qianwu's face darkened, and said: "Brother Zhao, why do you keep doing this? I just bumped into you when you retreated from the pavilion to the Tibetan flower garden. If I didn't tell the truth in front of Lord Zhen... just..."

Before the words were finished, I heard a voice from the corner of the building: "Move to Wu——Move to Wu..." The voice was very high-pitched, it was Zhen Lingqing's.Gu Qianwu didn't have time to say more, he took a look at Zhao Ziyuan, turned around and walked away, leaving only Zhao Ziyuan standing there in a daze, he silently said to himself: "Yeah, since Gu Qianwu has revealed my travel treasures, why didn't he tell the castle master? Could it be that he deliberately protected himself? But how impossible..." With an uneasy heart, Zhao Ziyuan left the Xuanwu Building, and after passing through a few winding corridors, he suddenly realized that he was not familiar with the way, and he couldn't follow the original path to the upper room!

He was secretly anxious, turned left and right in the corridor, dodged and dodged at the same time, for fear of encountering people in the castle, when he walked to the corner of the corridor, he suddenly heard the sound of "rolling, rolling" in his ears, He slowed down and stared, only to see that the man in red was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by his servants! The middle-aged servant pushed the wheelchair around a narrow passage, looked around for a while, and made him walk into a spacious stone house. Zhao Ziyuan slid to the front of the stone house, faintly heard the voice of the man in red saying:

"Tianfeng, you can unload it for me now." The voice of the middle-aged servant said: "Dawn is about to break, will the master still rest?" The hoarse voice of the man in red: "How can we do it if we don't keep up our energy? We have another long journey tomorrow." The middle-aged servant was obedient, and then there was a very strange "hissing" sound in the room, as if metal objects rubbed against each other. Zhao Ziyuan was moved by curiosity, bent down and looked into the room through the gap in the door, so he saw an unbelievable strange scene——

I saw the man in red sitting on the cast steel wheelchair in the original posture, and the middle-aged servant Tianfeng manipulated Yuru to push him to the bed. He hesitated, and the man in red repeatedly urged: "Forget mushrooms, hurry up and do it." Tianfeng nodded his head. At this time, an amazing thing happened. He stepped to the left side of the wheelchair, removed the left hand and left foot of the man in red from the shoulder and abdomen level, and then turned to the right side of the wheelchair. His right hand and right foot were removed one by one. It looked like he was playing a spell, more like dismembering a living person!

Zhao Ziyuan was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and yelled, holding his breath and continued to look. After Tianfeng finished these actions, he reached out and pressed the handle of the wheelchair, and the strange sound of "rolling, rolling" came back, and the seat slowly rose, revealing a five-foot-square wheelchair. The black empty box-- Tianfeng put the removed hands and feet into the empty box in an orderly manner. The movements were quite clean and neat, and he was obviously familiar with this work. He calmly picked up the man in red and placed him on the bed. This man without limbs was actually no different from a ball of meat!

Zhao Ziyuan stared at the man in red without blinking, and found that his hands and feet had been cut off at the root, his shoulder ribs and lower abdomen were covered with bloody scars, and the skin near the wound was scrofulous and purple-black. The color and appearance are so horrible that people can't bear to see them! Such a strange and frightening scene immediately frightened Zhao Ziyuan into a stupefaction. He hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes. He absolutely couldn't believe that there would be such a grotesque man with limbs in the world. He couldn't help thinking:

"No wonder the man in red is always sitting in a wheelchair. Except for the rotation of the head, the whole body movement is only the ups and downs of the chest. It turns out that his limbs have long been mutilated. I don't know how he lost his hands and feet? After losing them How can I survive? What is the purpose of living?..." The middle-aged servant Tianfeng stood by the bed and said to the man in red: "Sir, another ten days have passed." The mutilated man in red lay on the bed like a ball of meat, squinted at the middle-aged servant, and said slowly: "Has the ten-day period arrived again? Thanks to you remembering so clearly." While speaking, he spit out two small reddish pills from his mouth and handed them to Tianfeng, saying: "Two pills can keep you going for another ten days. Ten days is not a short time." Tianfeng took the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, saying: "Thank you, sir." Although he said so in his mouth, there was no sense of gratitude regardless of his tone and expression. The disabled man saw it in his eyes, and said with a sinister smile: "Tianfeng, you are tired of this job." Tianfeng said: "What does the master mean?" The man in red with the stump said: "This question is superfluous, Tianfeng, you are not stupid, so you can naturally guess that I am referring to the work of serving the old man." Tianfeng seemed to have been aroused by the deep-seated resentment in his heart, and the viciousness on his face was fully revealed, and he blurted out: "Since the master can control the villain's mind and even his life in a special way, why should..." In the middle of the speech, he seemed to be aware of it, and hurriedly stopped talking. The disabled person said softly: "It seems that you are tired of it. The old man can choose another person from the green room as a follower. As for you..." He paused and continued: "As for you, you can leave the old man at will. Without the burden of the old man, you will be happy to enjoy life in peace." Tianfeng trembled and stammered: "Small... the villain doesn't mean that..." The man in red with the stump said softly: "It's also due to the fact that you have never left me for several years and have served me meticulously. Mmm, this old man will remember your benefits, especially after you are gone." The man in red's tone became softer, and Dafeng's body trembled more violently. With a "poof", his knees softened and he knelt down. He gritted his teeth and said: "The villain does not want...to follow in the footsteps of Wang Renji...and Jingui and others, please forgive me...the villain is ignorant..." The man in red with the stump pondered for a moment and said: "Get up, the old man can't bear to look like a slave like you." Tianfeng showed joy, stood up and said: "Did the master promise the villain to keep watching around?" The handicapped man should not, and turned his head abruptly to the wall window and shouted: "Good friend, since you're here, why don't you come in in a grand manner?" Zhao Ziyuan who was outside the door was startled, thinking that the other party had discovered him again, his whole body immediately gathered his true energy and was ready to go, when he heard the sound of "beep", a figure flashed from the wall window like a slippery fish And enter! That man was dressed in a black shirt, with a black cloth covering his face, standing upright in the middle of the stone room! The man in red with the stump said calmly as before: "Who are you?" The masked man lowered his voice and said: "I'm not here just to discuss friendship with Your Excellency, so He Yong will give his name and surname!" The voice is very dry and hazy, clearly deliberately hiding the voice he usually speaks. Remnant Humane: "Then what do you do?" The masked man didn't say a word, he shook his right wrist, and with a crisp sound of "cha", he had already drawn his long sword out of the scabbard at his waist—only he said coldly: "What are you doing? You ask Just ask me about the sword in your hand and you will know!" When he stretched out his long sword, the blade trembled unceasingly, and the surrounding air seemed to be swirled by an invisible giant curtain in an instant, causing a humming and tremor.The disabled man still didn't panic, and said: "There is something to say, why bother to use the sword?" The masked man suddenly waved his hand, there was a screaming sound, and the sword spit out like a dragon coming out of a ravine, attacking the opponent from the front. The body of the disabled man, which was like a ball of meat, was still reclining on the bed, and he asked suddenly, the masked man's sword had already reached his chest, and the sword wind howled! Seeing that the tip of the masked man's sword was barely touching the chest of the meat ball, the middle-aged servant Tianfeng leaned forward abruptly, stretched out his palm from the slanted stab, and a wave of internal force responded to the situation, towards the masked man's back. Hit to. The masked man felt a chill on his back, he was startled unconsciously, he didn't have time to hurt the enemy in a hurry, the long sword was quickly withdrawn, his upper body bent down at the same time, the opponent's palm passed over his head. The wind said coldly: "You are impatient to live, and dare to act wild in front of the master." He didn't allow his opponent to have a momentary respite, he waved his palms one after another, one left and one right, and fell straight towards the masked man - the man with disabled limbs shouted: "Tianfeng stop!" Tianfeng heard the sound, his palms sank, hard Shengsheng stopped the castration. The disabled man said to the masked man standing with a sword: "My old man asks—" Masked humanity: "Your Excellency, don't delay..." The disabled man interrupted: "You can see that the old man has no hands and feet and looks like a disabled person, but you still want to take the life of this disabled old man without hesitation. Please tell me why?" The masked man said: "Of course I can't tell you." The stump man kept turning his eyes and said: "Who did you instigate to come here?" The masked man sneered and said: "Speaking of instigating, I just want to ask you, how much money did you spend successively to buy swordsmen and instigate them to eliminate dissidents for you?" The stump man's expression suddenly sank, and the criss-cross wounds on his torso turned from ocher to red, as if he was gathering some internal energy, his expression was extremely terrifying! He said slowly: "You're here for something like this? No wonder, no wonder..." Speaking of this, the lids of his eyes suddenly closed, his eyes widened, and he said again: "But you are looking for the old man, but you are looking for the wrong one!" The masked man said impatiently: "Stop gossip and watch the sword!" With a flash of his backhand, the long sword popped out again, aiming at the body of the disabled man. The crippled man smiled slyly, waiting for the enemy's sword to come, he suddenly twisted his shoulders and rolled over, rolling to the corner of the big bed against the bottom wall—— The masked man's sword was extremely violent, and after pushing it firmly, it hit nothing. With a "click", the long sword was deeply inserted into the sandalwood bed, and he was about to pull out the sword with his backhand. On the left side, he turned his head suddenly, opened his mouth and let out a breath—— With a strong blow of darkness, the mask was lifted a little on the face of the masked man, and Zhao Ziyuan, who was standing outside the door and peeping, happened to see his profile! At the moment, he felt that the human eye was familiar with the abnormality, and he shouted in his heart: "Isn't this Gu Qianwu? Why did he come in with a black mask to assassinate this grotesque man with limbs?" Thoughts ran over and over in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out why Gu Qianwu, as the leader of the Silver Team in this castle, wanted to harm the grotesque with stumps who were visiting here?Also, he puts on a black mask and doesn't want to be seen by others. What kind of scruples does he have? ... Gu Qianwu, who was masked, finally pulled out the sword with all his strength, and took a step forward. A cold light flashed in his hand, and he thrust out another sword quickly. Waiting for momentum, if it is not from the Jianmen family, it is impossible to do it. The crippled man didn't dodge or dodge, and the tip of the sword reached less than half an inch in front of his throat in an instant. The masked Gu Qianwu roared and said: "Take your life!" But when the point of the sword was about to reach the opponent's throat, it was too late to say it, and then it was too late, the disabled man suddenly opened his mouth and blew out a breath of hot air, and the blade of the sword, which was faster than the switch, was deflected by his breath. Then he opened his mouth and blew continuously, silver light flickered in the darkness, Gu Qianwu let out a miserable howl, and his right hand holding the sword hangs down weakly, as if he has been hit by some kind of hidden weapon! The sound of "嗤,嗤" was heard endlessly, Gu Qianwu remained calm in the face of danger, he made a wrong step and flashed to the left back corner, and three silver needles as thin as cow hair swept across his side and embedded in the wall on the right! Gu Qianwu made a decisive decision, swung his long sword suddenly, and fled through the window in a hurry.The middle-aged servant Tianfeng shouted: "Good friend, stay here!" The disabled man waved his head and said, "You don't need to chase after Tianfeng." Tianfeng looked at his master in surprise, and said: "'If you fight against the enemy for one day, you will be safe for several lifetimes.' Didn't the master say this?" The man in red with the stump said calmly: "That person has already been hit by the old man's shadowless poisonous needle on his shoulder, and he will die suddenly from the poison within three days, and the wound will also turn purple and black due to the spread of the poison. Hehe, before we leave Jokhang Fort tomorrow , as long as you observe carefully, it is not difficult to know that the person is the assassin..." With a sinister smile, he said again: "So we don't need to make unnecessary disturbances tonight, hey! Hey!" Outside the stone room, Zhao Ziyuan also heaved a sigh of relief. On the way back to the room, he couldn't hold back the churning thoughts, and thought: "Gu Qian's martial arts skills are quite good, and he clearly comes from a famous family. As for the man with the disabled limbs, he is even more weird. Although he has no hands and feet, his kung fu of blowing needles in his mouth is hard to guard against. In addition, he seems to have a mysterious and terrifying feeling. His strength makes the enemy feel trembling when they fight against him, which is somewhat similar to the old man Xuandu..." He groped his way back to the upper room, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, but after going to bed, he tossed and turned and could no longer sleep... It started again, and the new sun was like a colorful skirt, and the dark and cold castle at night contained endless vitality. Zhao Ziyuan was still in a hazy dream when he was awakened by a hasty knock on the door. He got up and rubbed his Xingsong eyes, and secretly blamed himself for being too careless, even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he couldn't sleep so unconsciously, if he could eat someone's plot, wouldn't he be helpless. "True"! "True"! "True"! The knock on the door continued, Zhao Ziyuan shouted and asked: "Who?" He stepped forward and opened the door casually, only to see a girl dressed as a maid standing in front of the door, Zhao Ziyuan was stunned unconsciously, the maid smiled at Zhao Ziyuan, the smile was still childish. "Young maidservant is under the order of the young lady, please move over to talk to me." Zhao Ziyuan murmured in his heart, wondering why Zhen Lingqing sent his maid to look for him so early in the morning?He thought for a while and said: "Okay, let's go." The young maid was walking in front, and went straight to the back house. Zhao Ziyuan carefully looked at the doorways and roads, and saw that the courtyards were all on the right side of the corridor, and on the left side were walls and steep characters. Each courtyard was led into the inside by a round arch. , and then a small living room and room. He only counted to the fourth courtyard, stepped into the courtyard through the arch, only to see that the building of this courtyard is different from the other three, and the place is more spacious, there is a pond in the courtyard, red lotus and green leaves, and the water surface is flat. Beside the pool is a house in the form of a water pavilion. The maid stopped in front of the pavilion, opened the door and said: "Girl, the servant girl has brought Zhao Xianggong here." A voice like a silver bell said in the room: "Let him come in." Zhao Ziyuan thought that this house must be the lady's boudoir, can he walk in rashly?But right now, he has no room to ponder, he can only step forward boldly. When he stepped into the threshold, the floor was covered with soft carpets, and he felt very refreshed when he walked on them. The furnishings in the room were very elegant, and there was a faint fragrance. On the inner side of the boudoir, the embroidered bed was hung with high curtains, and the brocade clothes were arranged very neatly. Zhen Lingqing was sitting on the edge of the bed. She probably had just woken up, her hair was messed up, and she hadn't combed her hair yet, and she had a charming charm. Zhao Ziyuan looked at the other party's alluring posture, but he didn't dare to look directly, and slowly looked away. Zhen Lingqing smiled and said: "Did you sleep well last night?" Zhao Ziyuan was surprised and said: "Fortunately, the girl asked someone to come here, just to ask this question?" He was a little guilty, afraid that the other party would have noticed his whereabouts last night, and under her sharp eyes, he had to try his best to hide his fatigue and not let it show. Zhen Lingqing said: "Of course not." The voice was a bit annoyed, Zhao Ziyuan's straightforward questioning had greatly annoyed her. Zhen Lingqing clapped her hands, and at this moment a maid walked away with a heavy silk bag, put it on the case and handed it back. Zhen Lingqing said: "There is a total of eighty taels of silver in the baggage, but you will leave this castle immediately after taking it?" Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help being startled, if he took the money and left immediately, then he finally found an excuse to sneak into the castle, wouldn't it be a waste of all previous efforts?But the eighty liang of silver was already in front of him, and there was no reason to stay, so he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and for a while, he couldn't think about it. While wandering among the spiders, I heard Zhen Lingqing say: "If you're in no hurry to go, I have one suggestion—" Zhao Ziyuan was stunned and said: "Girl tell me." Zhen Lingqing said: "You can live in this castle for a few days at the price of eighty taels of silver, and all the food and drink will be provided by this castle, but you regard money as your life, so this proposal may not work..." Zhao Ziyuan was overjoyed and said: "Actually, I'm tired of running around outside, so I just took this opportunity to live in Guibao and enjoy a few days of happiness. The girl's proposal is exactly what she wanted." He hastily agreed, never caring why the other party made such unreasonable words? Zhen Lingqing thought to himself: "Sure enough, I expected it well. He came here for another purpose." But on the one hand, because Zhao Ziyuan agreed to stay, she felt slightly relieved, but she couldn't guess what the other party's intentions were, and she just felt that her mind was disturbed and very awkward. She blinked and said: "It's so good." At this moment, there were footsteps outside the Xuan, and a person came in, Zhao Ziyuan looked up, and the person who came was the Lord of Taizhao Castle in black satin.Before the old man arrived, Xuan Duan had already called out: "Qing'er, are you awake yet?" He swept his eyes and caught a glimpse of Zhao Ziyuan sitting in front of the case, he was stunned and said: "How is this going?" Zhen Lingqing took off Zhao Ziyuan's eyes and said: "Dad mean this person?" The old man Xuandu said: "Qing'er, you never let men into your boudoir, why did you go out of your way today?" Zhen Ling Qingyu's cheeks were slightly blush, but Zhao Ziyuan didn't see it, he was terrified in his heart, and there was an indescribable feeling, and he immediately showed shyness. The old man Xuandu turned to Zhao Ziyuan, his eyes shot a strange light, frightening, said: "Young man, what's your name?" Zhao Ziyuan said his name and thought: "The person in front of me is very sensitive. You can tell a thing or two from his sharp eyes. I don't know if I was spying around the Xuanwu Building last night. Did he notice?" Thinking of this, I can't help but have some palpitations. Zhen Lingqing interjected: "Father—my daughter just met him on Lingan Road a few days ago..." Then he told Zhao Ziyuan what he meant, and the old man Xuandu's eyes were cloudy, and he said to Zhao Ziyuan after a long time: "Young man, I saw you once at the Mai Cross Gun Mansion—ah, your clothes are all wrinkled and dusty, I will brush them off for you..." Zhao Ziyuan was in a daze, the old man with black satin extended his right hand like the wind, intentionally or not, hoping to brush off the sleeve of his left chest—— The part he flicked with his finger was actually the "Jiuwei" Achilles' heel of the opponent's left chest. Zhao Ziyuan was startled, and was about to step back when he heard Zhen Lingqing lose his voice: "Daddy—" The old man Xuandu pointed like the wind, but stopped immediately after sticking to his clothes, and brushed Zhao Ziyuan's sleeves with his fingers. He turned around and said, "What's the matter?" Zhen Lingqing said in awe: "No...it's nothing...my daughter just thinks why you need to trouble your old man for such a trivial matter?..." Zhao Ziyuan's heart jumped wildly, knowing that he had escaped a catastrophe by luck, and it was thanks to Zhen Lingqing's cry that he was pulled back from the gate of hell.But he still maintained his composure, and said, "Thank you, Castle Lord." The old man Xuandu's crystal eyes flashed, he stared at Zhao Ziyuan intently, and thought to himself: "The origin of this young man is unknown. In the mansion of Mai Cross Gun Mansion, the old man noticed that his attitude has always been very ambiguous. Unfathomable, what is worrying is why Qing'er protects this person? He said coldly: "Qing'er come out, I have something to say." Zhen Lingqing weinuo, got up and walked out with the old man Xuandu. Zhao Ziyuan was terrified, stared at the backs of the two in a daze, and then looked away after a while, and suddenly raised his head, only to see a long sword hanging on the wall beside the bed. After a few thoughts in his mind, he quickly took off the long sword, shook his wrist, and a blue light shone out, making the skin piercingly cold. Zhao Ziyuan secretly praised: "Good sword!" When he looked carefully, half of the sword body was broken, obviously it was broken abruptly with internal force, which made him repeatedly say "it's a pity". Looking down, I saw a golden round sun engraved on the hilt of the sword, and below it was a small seal character "Zhao". Zhao Ziyuan was slightly puzzled, he couldn't figure out why such a sword would cut off half of the sword at the waist, he quickly put the sword back into the box, and put it back on the wall. After a while, Zhen Lingqing walked back to the pavilion, with an unusually dignified expression, but the old man Xuandu did not follow. Zhen Lingqing stared at Zhao Ziyuan with strange eyes, and said solemnly: "Daddy told me just now that two major events happened in this castle, both of which happened last night—" Zhao Ziyuan was really confused about his attitude towards her, so he hummed. Zhen Lingqing hummed and said: "Your composure is quite good. You probably have already made up a story to explain why you want to hit the acupoints of the four Zhuang Ding of the village, and move them to a hidden place to hide?" Zhao Ziyuan thought to himself that the four of them had been discovered, so he said: "I didn't do it." Those four Zhuang Ding's acupoints were restrained, it really had nothing to do with him, so he spoke very frankly. Zhen Lingqing sneered and said: "Of course you have to deny it, but it's a pity that the four of them said in unison that they saw a figure in front of the door of the upper room where you lived, and then fell unconscious..." Zhao Ziyuan said: "That doesn't mean it's me." Zhen Lingqing said: "Coincidentally, it happened on the first day you moved in." After a pause, he continued: "One more thing, someone broke into the prison in the early hours of the morning, hum, I know you're going to say you didn't do it." Zhao Ziyuan suddenly burst into a long laugh and said: "I don't even know where the black prison is. It's really ridiculous for the girl to suspect me." Zhen Lingqing said angrily: "Absurd? The girl wants to see if you deliberately confuse others?" He stopped talking, raised his breath, and approached Zhao Ziyuan. She raised her jade palm slowly, and caught a glimpse of the other's melancholy expression, Ruwen's heart softened, she reluctantly put aside the turmoil of emotion, and said: "Let's go, be careful what you do." Zhao Ziyuan snorted and left the hall by chance. Just as he stepped out of the backyard, another major incident happened outside the castle—— A group of figures appeared on the cliff outside the castle, moving towards the castle with leaps and bounds. I saw a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing strange clothes galloping ahead, followed by four other monks. Gradually they got closer, and the man in different clothes jumped over the cliff like a bird, crossed the jungle, and stopped not far in front of Taizhao Fort. The four monks at the back immediately caught up and surrounded the man. As the sun rose, the misty frost and mist in the low sky gradually dispersed, and the smoldering new sun projected the figures of the five people in front of the castle. " The four monks all stood with their hands down, and the man in different clothes in the middle turned his back to Guangyan in the east, and he was also silent, the two sides just stood there quietly. Finally, the man in different clothes couldn't help snorting, and said: "The monks who came out of Songshan Shaoshi are born with a stubborn temper even if they dare to be affectionate." The four monks didn't move. First, a white-haired old monk called Heshi and said: "Amitabha, the almsgiver did not consider his words carefully." The white-haired old monk was dressed in a gray cassock and had benevolent eyebrows. It was obvious at a glance that he was an eminent monk with deep self-cultivation. The man in different clothes laughed loudly and said: "Grandmaster has been chasing after Shaoshi Peak all the way down here, is it possible that he is still wrong?" The white-haired old monk said: "The benefactor stopped running and stopped running, but he has changed his mind and is willing to return the things stolen from our temple to the old monk?" The man in different clothes said: "What thing?" When he finished speaking, a middle-aged monk behind the old monk suddenly shouted: "You madman, don't talk so glibly. The poor monk saw with your own eyes that you used your identity as a tourist to sneak into the inner room behind the main hall and take away the broken sword hanging on the wall!" The man in different clothes laughed and said: "That's right, I took the broken sword, but I never imagined that the Shaolin Temple would treasure itself and treat the broken sword as a treasure..." The middle-aged monk scolded: "Shut up—" The man in different clothes said coldly: "What does this master have to teach?" The middle-aged monk was waiting to speak, the white-haired old monk shook his hand and said: "The broken sword is really useless if you want to use it as a sharp weapon, but the sword was deposited by an old friend from the past, the abbot of Bi Temple, how can you let the benefactor take it away?..." The man in different clothes said: "Who is the owner of the broken sword?" The white-haired old monk said: "I'm sorry to say." The man in different clothes sneered and said: "If the master doesn't tell you, don't I know? In the inner room of your temple, I have carefully considered the broken sword. I saw a crescent moon engraved on the hilt of the sword. Below it is..." The white-haired old monk cut in and said: "Based on this, the benefactor stole the Broken Sword on purpose?" The man in different clothes smiled and said nothing, the middle-aged monk couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed dryly: "Madman, just return the sword to us, otherwise..." Speaking of this, I suddenly thought that monks are not good at uttering tautology, so I shut up. The man in different clothes said: "If I say no!" The middle-aged monk said: "If the benefactor continues to be stubborn, we will have to offend him!" The man in different clothes said coldly: "Very good! The sword is on me, you can get it!" The middle-aged monk snorted angrily, and when he received the move with a shout, he flicked his sleeves, and his palms were like lightning, attacking from top to bottom. I could only hear the palm wind blowing violently, even though the man in different clothes was on guard, he couldn't help but feel fearful, he swung his left hand swiftly to seal the upper plate firmly, and stretched the five fingers of his right hand, quickly pinching the enemy's wrist. The middle-aged monk didn't retreat at all, the two sides bumped head-on and hit each other hard, and there was a loud bang, the middle-aged monk staggered and retreated a few steps, the robe on his right shoulder was cut by the opponent, and the fingers of the man who dared to change his clothes were as sharp as The blade actually cut a hole in the monk's flesh, the blood dripped down, and suddenly the cassock near the shoulder was dyed blood red! The white-haired old monk stepped forward and said: "Donor, you are so vicious!" Immediately, the other three monks surrounded him. The man in different clothes turned a blind eye to it, and slowly took out a reed pipe long Xiao from his arms, raised his head and blew it "Woo, Woo", the sound of the whistle was rough and desolate, which made people suddenly feel the vastness of the cold field, the empty and desolate desert. The white-haired old monk changed his expression and blurted out: "You—are you from Mobei?" The man in different clothes held the whistle and continued to blow. Amidst the sound of the whistle, a person suddenly rushed out of the castle, made a big circle in the air, and landed less than ten feet in front of the suspension bridge! The man in different clothes stopped blowing the flute, and said loudly: "Could it be that Lord Zhen is here?" The man kept silent and stepped forward step by step, the atmosphere around him immediately became very tense and heavy! The man who looted from the ancient castle was old, dressed in black satin, and walked towards the place where the men in different clothes and the monks were standing with heavy steps, the surrounding was completely silent, and the air suddenly became extremely dignified. The white-haired old monk saw that he was not angry and pretentious, and Gu Pan naturally showed a commanding and intimidating demeanor, and he had already guessed the identity of the other party in his heart.