You Jianghu people really know how to play

Shen Guangming held Xing Yan's crutch tightly, and Xing Yan glared at him dissatisfied.During the struggle, Xing Yan was helped away by the other monks.

He took a chance to tell Zhang Ziqiao about the knife in Xing Yan's arms. Zhang Ziqiao thought about it, but didn't care: "He won't hurt me. Look at his face, he is not far from death. If I don't Definitely not alive."

Shen Guangming was relieved.He took two bowls of porridge to find Tang Ou who was cutting the tree, instead of sitting with the monks.Not far away, he saw a flash of green shirt beside him: Zhang Ziqiao had settled down for the monks to eat and drink, and then slipped away.

Tang Ou drank the porridge for a long time, saw Shen Guangming staring at the firewood he had cut in a daze, so he asked him: "What are you looking at? Do you still drink it? Don't give it to me."

"I miss my brother." Shen Guangming said slowly, "He used to be bullied in the old academy, and he was asked to cut firewood. Many calluses grew on his writing hands. I feel distressed... I don't know where he is now. In the new academy..."

"By the way, there is a question I've always wanted to ask you." Tang Ou interrupted his worries, "Your name is Shen Guangming, your brother is Shen Zhengyi, why is your sister called Shen Qing? The name is so normal, The style is not consistent."

Shen Guangming: "She was originally called Shen Wudi."

Tang Ou: "..."

Shen Guangming: "Later, when I came back from studying with the thief lady Liu Shushu, I had a fight with our father. She didn't lose, so my father allowed her to change."

He spoke normally, but Tang Ou's heart moved.

"Your adoptive father also knows martial arts?" he asked.

Shen Guangming nodded and said, "Understood."

Tang Ou put the clean bowl on the ground, looked at him seriously and said, "Shen Guangming, have you ever thought that the person who blocked your meridians and cut you seventeen knives was your adoptive father Shen Zhi?"

"It's not him." Shen Guangming said with certainty, "I thought about it as early as the Lord Xinbao gave me the pulse, but your master also said that day, that person wanted to harm me, so he did it without hesitation. Since there is such a deep hatred, how can he take me in and raise me to this age? He is very good, although he is not as considerate to me as he is to justice, but he is not bad."

"What if he has enmity with your parents?" Tang Ou said, "Maybe you were kidnapped by him after being a famous family. He originally wanted to kill you to make your parents miserable. You bandage and treat, raise you to a sensible age, and then throw you to Fang Dazao. Shen Guangming, if your parents are upright gentlemen, then he will raise their child into a shameless little liar, Isn't it perfect revenge?"

Shen Guangming was stunned.

"Your name must have been given by your adoptive father, Shen Zhi." Tang Ou's thoughts became very clear, "Isn't it a kind of ridicule that you are called Guangming, but you are doing tricks and abducting things?"

Shen Guangming was silent for a while, but many things came to mind.

Tang Ou continued: "Maybe he used some method to make you forget the past and follow him gratefully. You are not allowed to learn knowledge, you are not allowed to learn martial arts, but let the notorious tricksters in the world teach you You; when you get older, your name must be as disgusting as Fang Dazao. At that time, due to blocked meridians, you must be sick and weak. How can you continue to cheat? How can you live? You and I Saying he is good? What is good? It is nothing more than not letting you die."

Tang Ou's voice lingered in Shen Guangming's ears.Before he could figure it out, a thought suddenly popped up in his head: If so, would Shen Qing be sent to learn to steal by the thief lady for the same reason?

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and stood up quickly.

Tang Ou caught the loose soup bowl in his hand with sharp eyes and quick hands.

"Don't drop anything!" he said in a deep voice.

Shen Guangming took a few breaths before recovering: "This is just your guess."

"A possibility." Tang Ou said, "You can't deny it, right?"

What else did Shen Guangming want to say, Zhang Ziqiao's voice suddenly came from the mountain road.

"Tang Ou! Help me get the herbs!"

Zhang Ziqiao went back to the medicine house to inspect the herbs, and found that the herbs were missing, so he asked Tang Ou to help him buy them in a neighboring town.Tang Ou went on horseback and expected to be back tomorrow morning.Zhang Ziqiao kept saying yes, and told Tang Ou that these herbs were used to cure sexual ailments, and they would be used tomorrow, so don't miss them.

Tang Ou agreed, and went back to lead the horse.Shen Guangming was restless with a lot of worries in his heart.

"Let's talk when we come back." Tang Ou led the horse past, and patted him on the head, "It's all my guess, you can don't take it to heart."

Shen Guangming: "... You said it all and still let me not take it to heart?"

Tang Ou got on his horse gracefully, turned around and smiled at him: "I'm talking nonsense, little idiot."

Shen Guangming: "..."

Zhang Ziqiao: "You idiot."

Tang Ou ran away Dala Dala.Zhang Ziqiao repeated Shen Guangming's new nickname with great interest, and pinched Shen Guangming's face: "What's wrong with the little idiot? What did Tang Ou tell you? He doesn't want to marry you? Is it so hateful? Just tell me if you have any grievances, I call the shots for you!"

Shen Guangming: "You are so annoying."

Zhang Ziqiao laughed angrily, and took him to the kitchen to pack his things: "I'm going to the practice room, don't come and disturb me if you have nothing to do." Shen Guangming promised, and watched him walk up the mountain with his green shirt fluttering.

The monks have finished eating and are stacking the bowls and chopsticks together.Seeing Shen Guangming come in rubbing his face, Zhaoxu saluted him: "Little benefactor."

"You don't need to clean up, I'll do it." Shen Guangming said, "Go and rest. Hey, where is Master Xingyan?"

"Uncle Master has gone back to his room to rest." Zhaoxu seemed to be the leader of this group of young monks, he asked everyone to leave, and stayed in the kitchen to wash with Shen Guangming.

Shen Guangming felt that there was nothing to talk about with a monk, so he only looked up at him occasionally, and sighed in his heart: he felt that Xin Muyun was one of those extraordinary, handsome and upright people, and the monk in front of him was also one.

Tang Ou is half...he thought.

Just as he was thinking about something, the front of him suddenly darkened, and Zhao Xu had already stood in front of him at some point.

Shen Guangming: "???"

Zhaoxu looked sideways at the door, and then turned his head to look at Shen Guangming: "Little benefactor, what is your relationship with Zhang Daxia?"

"He is my...friend's master." Shen Guangming subconsciously lowered his voice when he said the word "friend", for fear that Tang Ou would come out and deny it loudly.

It didn't take long to remember that Tang Ou had gone down the mountain.

After listening to his answer, Zhaoxu hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head slightly.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated through the doors and windows, illuminating half of his face, and the dignified expression on his face was shocking.

"Please tell Daxia Zhang to be careful of my uncle." Zhaoxu said quickly and softly.

Shen Guangming was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked back: "What a bald donkey! Are you going up the mountain to harm Zhang Daxia?"

As he said this, a chopstick in his hand quickly stabbed out, heading towards Zhaoxu's chest.

It's a pity that his hand strength is weak, Zhaoxu's figure didn't move at all, and he grabbed his wrist as soon as he raised his hand: "Zhaoxu was ordered by the abbot to come with his uncle, but he didn't know his intentions until we had dinner at the same table. I It's a Shaolin monk, it's inconvenient to remind, please tell the little benefactor to Zhang Daxia."

His expression was sincere and sincere, and he seemed to be two different people from the cold and calm monk Shen Guangming had seen before.Shen Guangming suddenly remembered the smile that Zhaoxu showed to himself at the foot of the mountain.

Doesn't really look like a bad guy.

He threw away the chopsticks, quickly turned around and ran out of the kitchen, heading straight up the mountain.

Zhaoxu stood in the kitchen watching him running.The shadow of the eaves was extremely thick, wrapping his whole body in darkness, only a corner of the monk's robe was illuminated by the setting sun.

At this time, Zhang Ziqiao was explaining his treatment method to Xing Yan in his practice room.

With a copy of "Ten Difficulties" in his arms, he felt very happy, even looking at Xing Yan's monk clothes, his disgust was not so strong.

"There are still two medicines left. I have asked my disciples to go down the mountain to buy them." He said, "Because they are rare, so I have to spend some time to find them in neighboring towns. I will definitely be able to treat you tomorrow, master, please rest assured."

There was also more respect in his words, and he smiled at Xing Yan when he straightened up.

Xing Yan looked at him expressionlessly: "I don't believe you. I want Qingyang's mind."

Zhang Ziqiao paused for a moment, and the good temper he had finally got together was exhausted: "Qingyang's mind is in this room, but I will never give it to you. Strict nature, if you don't believe me, then don't treat it, it hurts to death Just don't die on my mountain, I'm an ordinary person, I love money, and I have to find someone to carry your body down, it's not worth it, it's not worth it."

He gathered up the cloth that was spread out on the ground, and put all the herbs in the cloth, then turned and walked towards the medicine cabinet.

Patriarch Qingyang had practiced medicine, and he and Zhang Ziyun also learned some medicine skills when they followed him, but they were not good at it after all, so there were not many herbs on Ziyun Peak, and the medicine cabinet was also very small.

When Zhang Ziqiao bent down to stuff the cloth bag into the medicine cabinet, his mind suddenly moved, and he turned around with his right palm supporting the medicine cabinet.

A thin blade was silently inserted into the medicine cabinet, exactly where Zhang Ziqiao was standing just now.

"...Xing Yan, what are you doing?" Zhang Ziqiao glared at Xing Yan, "Is this how you Shaolin people treat their benefactors?"

Xing Yan slowly stood up from the ground.It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength when he raised the knife just now, his chest heaved and he was gasping for breath, his face was full of viciousness.

"Zhang Ziqiao, hand over Qingyang's mind, you are my benefactor." He said.

Zhang Ziqiao smiled: "Sexy, you can't even stand firmly, and you still want to fight with me? Shaolin hasn't seen Qiushuangjian for a long time, and you want to feed it with blood..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his knees suddenly softened, and he quickly supported the wall to stand firm.Turning his head to look, he saw that the thin blade inserted into the medicine cabinet was trembling slightly, and the powder as fine as dust dissipated around with the shaking.

Xing Yan has strode towards him.

"Strictness!" Zhang Ziqiao was startled, "You are too despicable!"

He had dealt with Shaolin when he was young, and he knew that Shaolin people never bothered to use drugs, so he didn't think about taking precautions.And he checked the pulse for Xing Yan, the pulse was indeed a dying person, and Xing Yan always looked weak, Zhang Ziqiao was very annoyed, and stared fiercely at Xing Yan who was stepping closer.

"Xing Yan, if you harm me, you won't get Qingyang's mind." Zhang Ziqiao sternly said, "You don't even want your own life!"

"If you don't say that Qingyang's mind is in this room, I don't want to kill you. Looking at me now, I really want to thank Patriarch Qingyang for this "Ten Difficulties"." He walked In front of Zhang Ziqiao, he pushed him to the ground, bent down and pulled out the "Ten Difficult Sutras" from his arms, "The "Ten Difficult Sutras" really have miraculous effects. Although I don't know Qingyang's mental method, I can practice the Ten Difficult Hands for a year , the meridian has not recovered, but the body has recovered. Zhang Daxia, it is not a problem to teach you a lesson now."

Zhang Ziqiao laughed and said: "I see. You are determined to get the Qingyang mental method from me. What a Shaolin Temple, you even used Ruanjin powder, you are worthy of a famous school!"

Xing Yan smiled, "Daxia Zhang still underestimates me."

He had already taken the antidote for Ruanjin, without any effect, pulled out the knife from the medicine cabinet, and threw the "Ten Difficulties" on the ground.

"Tell me where Qingyang's mentality is." Xing Yan squatted down, his breath suddenly became heavy-the injury always made him uncomfortable, "If you say it is death, if you don't say it, it is death. It’s me. You said it, save me the trouble of searching, and I won’t kill your apprentice, how about it? You only have one chance to answer, Zhang Daxia.”

In the end, his tone was strict, as if he were an executioner.

Zhang Ziqiao sneered: "I'm afraid that you are incapable of killing my apprentice like this. If you violate the precept of killing without permission, Shaolin will spare you lightly? You are stupid and stupid. Now that I have spoken to this extent, how can I tell you..."

Before he could finish speaking, his chest suddenly felt cold.

Xing Yan had already stabbed the knife into his chest.

"I don't need to reason or bargain with you." He said softly, "Daxia Zhang, I am already a Shaolin traitor monk. After I have practiced the complete ten difficult hands, will I still be afraid of those old monks of Shaolin Temple?" You don’t know what kind of life I have lived in the temple these past few years. Everyone looks down on me and everyone bullies me because I am a useless person without martial arts. Look at those young people, who respects me? I am alone The head of the Shaolin torture hall is actually in this state... If you don't tell me, I will find it myself. Qingyang's mind is in this room, but you said it yourself... Zhang Daxia? Zhang Ziqiao?"

With a snort, he drew out the knife and wiped it off Zhang Ziqiao's body.

"Death is faster." He patted Zhang Ziqiao's silent face with the blade of the knife, "The first execution in the execution hall has always been fast and accurate. You can try it, and you will be lucky."

Shen Guangming was out of breath all the way, and when he ran outside the practice room, he found that there was silence around him.

"Hero Zhang!" he shouted, "The monks are fighting below! What should we do with the blood on Master Zhaoxu's head?"

He shouted loudly, thinking that if there was a strict monk in the practice room, he would come out to stop him when he heard his disciples and grandchildren fighting.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear any sound. Fearing that something might happen, he simply stepped forward and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of blood came out.

Shen Guangming's heart felt cold, and someone inside the door suddenly pushed the door open.He was knocked backwards.

"Xing Yan!" Shen Guangming recognized that the person who staggered away was Xing Yan, and hurriedly shouted.

Xing Yan didn't look back, and went straight to the bushes.

Shen Guangming got up from the ground and was about to catch up, when he suddenly remembered the blood in the house and turned his head to look.

The candlelight in the practice room is faint.Zhang Ziqiao was lying on the ground with a pool of blood under his body.His clothes were scattered, his middle body was exposed, and there was a long bloody gash on his chest, reaching down to his abdomen.