[Comprehensive martial arts] Ancient and modern grocery store

Chu Liuxiang has reluctantly made an appointment with Su Rongrong and the others, and they will meet in Jiangnan two months later.He really should go back and clarify with the girls.

The two walked all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and turned to Songshan on the way.

Xia Jianqing didn't specifically get the map back for Dongfang Bubai, and he didn't have that ability either.

It's just that this year's Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and Ding Mian's antidote hasn't been taken yet, and time is tight, so he can't help but make a trip to deliver it himself.

Songshan School is located at Shengguan Peak in Songshan Mountain. Boss Xia thought about it all the way, but he didn't know how to contact Ding Mian.

But as soon as he entered the territory of Songshan Mountain, this opportunity was directly presented to him.

The geographical scope of Songshan is very large. Apart from Songshan School, there are also many small sects in other places. Most of these schools rely on Songshan School to survive.

This year has entered summer, and the weather is getting hotter day by day. In areas where rivers cannot flow, drought has swept through every household.

What is different this year from previous years is that after these disaster-affected families formed refugees, they occupied a small hilltop of Songshan Mountain and engaged in robbery halfway.

And Xia Jianqing and Chu Liuxiang ran into them as soon as they entered Songshan Mountain.

These thieves probably have done a lot of this kind of thing recently. Everyone is big and round, and they don't look like refugees at the beginning.

"Stop, if you have money, keep your money, if you don't have money, keep your life!"

Several men of different sizes lined up, blocking the narrow dirt road tightly.

Some are young, some are old, but the only thing they have in common is that they all carry a knife in their hands.

Xia Jianqing had seen that knife before. Just now, when they passed by the market at the foot of the mountain, an old man set up a stall. In front of him was a bamboo basket full of this knife. It cost 5 yuan a piece, buy ten and get two free.

Chu Liuxiang has good eyesight. The blades of these knives are only half-opened, and they are probably the kind of hair that needs to be chopped several times before it breaks.

It is such a group of people who are bandits near the Songshan School, and they are still alive and well.

Chu Liuxiang and Xia Jianqing sighed in their hearts at the same time, Zuo Lengchan is really a waste.

"Hurry up, it's time to leave after completing this vote, the Songshan faction has already sent out people."

When Chu Liuxiang saw these people, he had already taken a step forward. He wanted to make a quick move and throw them all to the yamen down the mountain.But Xia Jianqing who was behind him dragged her back with one hand.

Boss Xia whispered next to him: "Follow them, people from Songshan should be here soon."

They can't get into the Songshan faction, but when the other party's people come out, it's easy for them to find them.

Boss Xia took a step forward, confidently saying, "We have no money."

In this way, Xia Jianqing and Chu Liuxiang successfully sneaked into the bandits' den.

What they didn't expect was that there were not only the two of them here, but also other captives.

Pushing them into this narrow room with one hand, the bandit closed the door and turned around to leave, there was still the sound of bandits talking outside the door.

"These two look good, and they should be able to sell for a lot of money. Including the monk from the previous few days, this time they will make a lot of money."

The three who were about to be sold to the dusty place looked at each other, and the silence gradually spread.

Even Chu Liuxiang didn't expect that he could meet acquaintances here.

Chu Liuxiang said awkwardly: "Master Wuhua, you are here, what a coincidence."

Xia Jianqing silently looked at the astonished monk in front of him.

Dressed in pure white robes, not stained with the slightest dust, compared with the other people around who looked panic-stricken, this person was extraordinarily calm.

He was surprised at first that there was such a stunningly talented person in this dirty bandit den, and it was only after Chu Liuxiang spoke that he realized that this was Miao Seng Wuhua.

Wuhua smiled and said, "Why is Xiangshuai here? Didn't he come to talk to the poor monk about Buddhism?"

Chu Liuxiang laughed loudly: "If you talk about Buddha, I can't beat you."

When asked the reason, Wuhua said: "I heard that Songshan Mountain is amazing, but I didn't expect to be arrested halfway. Their hands were not stained with blood. I just want to persuade them to turn around."

Chu Liuxiang nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Xia Jianqing can see that the atmosphere between Chu Liuxiang and Wuhua is very harmonious, like friends who have known each other for several years.

Appreciate each other and admire each other.

But in fact, the two of them had only met three times.

When the author of the original work described Wuhua, he tried his best to describe Wuhua as a fairy who seemed to be walking down from the nine heavens.

In fact it is.

It was also the first time Boss Xia saw such a peerless person.

Looking away with flickering eyes, Xia Jianqing felt a little ashamed.

Because he collided with Wuhua's style.

Boss Xia has always paid attention to his own image and maintained his own style, but in front of such real people, he always feels that he is not good enough.

But these are secondary, the main thing is that he suddenly discovered that he probably does not have any special status in Chu Liuxiang's heart. Maybe he is the same as Wuhua, but Chu Xiangshuai's whim, the one among the countless friends he made. one.

Probably everyone will hope that they are the most important one in the hearts of the friends they value.

He was no exception. When he found that he could not intervene in the conversation between the two people opposite him, he felt a sense of loss.

The more lost his heart was, the more indifferent his face became, and there was even a smile that didn't fit his mood.

Xia Jianqing has lived alone for so many years, and there is not much self-confidence left in her body.Longing for the approval and attention of those he values ​​is his biggest problem.

What he didn't know was that the two people on the opposite side were secretly observing him.

When Chu Liuxiang was by Boss Xia's side, at least half of his mind was on Xia Jianqing.

Seeing the sudden smile on Boss Xia's face, he cut off the greetings with Wuhua in an instant, turned around and stretched out his hand.

Chu Liuxiang's hand was strong and rough, but when he stroked Xia Jianqing's face, he could hardly feel the strength.

"What's the matter? Is there something uncomfortable?" Why is the smile so distressing?

The eyes that were slightly lifted from the floating ice melted instantly when they felt the touch of the face.It was just a light touch, but Xia Jianqing's entire face almost burned.

Shame and self-satisfaction burned his heart, and he could hardly hide the complicated emotions in his heart.

He is also one of the most important friends in Chu Liuxiang's eyes.

"Who is this?"

Wuhua on the side has been secretly observing for a while.

His news is very well-informed. As early as the Jinpeng Dynasty, he knew from his younger brother Nangong Ling that Chu Liuxiang had a relationship with Kui Mulang.

No matter whether it's a narration or a portrait, as the rumors say, it's less than one ten-thousandth of the person in front of him.

Chu Liuxiang didn't want Boss Xia to draw too much attention from the Jianghu people, so the introduction was very brief: "This is a friend of mine, surnamed Xia."

"This is a disciple of the Shaolin School. People in the world call him Miaoseng Wuhua."

No matter how many thoughts they had in their hearts, the two people who were introduced maintained their postures and nodded to each other.

Many people were captured in this bandit den, but most of them were ordinary people without martial arts, and they all shivered in the corner.

Only the three of them sat in the open space in the middle.

When Ding Mian of the Songshan School led all his disciples into this bandit den, his original thinking was that swords have no eyes, and no one can justify killing a few casually.

He has been reciting a lot recently, and he is extremely irritable. He is worried that there is no place to vent, and this den of bandits has come to him.

All the bandits on the top of the mountain were caught, and Ding Mian was searching for money from room to room.

The little disciple beside him asked cautiously: "Those bandits?"

Ding Mian casually pushed open a door, and said impatiently, "Is there even a need to ask? Kill them all..."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Xia Jianqing sitting on the floor facing the door in the room, without a single stain or crease on his body.

Now Ding Mian saw Boss Xia like a mouse seeing a cat. The corner of his eye twitched instantly, and he turned his hand and slapped the young disciple on the head: "Send all trash to the yamen. Can't you remember after saying so many times!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The little disciple turned around and ran away pitifully, clutching his head.

Boss Xia looked aside inscrutablely, pretending not to know Ding Mian.

Ding Mian is not stupid, there are all disciples of Songshan School outside, even if he wants antidote, he dare not ask for it at this time.

"The bandit has been caught, you can go."

The passers-by captured in the corner rushed out excitedly, and bowed to Ding Mian and the others in gratitude.

"I can only make an appointment with Chu Xiangshuai next time to talk about the Buddha. Wuhua will take a step first, and the two of you will walk slowly."

Wu Hua wore a spotless white robe, said goodbye to Chu Liuxiang, turned around and went down the mountain.

Xia Jianqing knew Wuhua's true face, and he always thought that Wuhua would not appear here for no reason.

But for now, what happened to Wuhuaren didn't have much to do with him.

Xia Jianqing gave Ding Mian a look, and pulled Chu Liuxiang down the mountain. They just had to wait at the inn at the foot of the mountain.

……

The town at the foot of the mountain, inside a dirty cul-de-sac.

One was wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe covering from head to toe.

On the ground was a little beggar covered in mud, whose voice was barely audible.

"It's confirmed, that picture is in the hands of the Songshan School."

The man in black who got the news turned and walked away. During his steps, the dazzling white under the black robe disappeared in an instant.