Chapter 372 Confused account. Old acquaintance

The purple flower elder stood in the cool twilight. Looking at Han Feng's gradually elongated figure, he opened his mouth and finally didn't say anything. An imperceptible sigh came out, and pine needles rose into the twilight like jasper and disappeared in an instant...

On the blue stone in the distance, a small figure flashed out, and then the childish voice of the lazy little Shami came.

"Master, your wife called you home for dinner."

The purple elder's face suddenly changed, and his originally dusty face turned a little pale. Han Feng, who had been walking, staddled under his feet and almost fell into the stone grass next to him. He has never heard that this purple monk actually has a wife. Turning around, I saw a white-faced purple monk with a little panic in his eyes... Han Feng smiled secretly in his heart, "It turns out that the monk is also afraid of his wife."

Hourglass circulation.

The two had their own minds and were speechless, and finally went to the Biluo Temple of the Purple Flower Elder. On the steps of Biluo Temple, a beautiful woman in a white shirt is standing on the steps. Look at the two people approaching. When looking up, Han Feng and the others were stunned for a moment...

A big bald head poked out from behind the woman in white and said to the purple flower monk with a wry smile: "Master, it's not the disciple who is bold, but this aunt is really terrible. She said that if I don't call you like this, she will tear down our Biluo temple and let us sleep in the barren mountains. For our nest, The apprentice had no choice but to be disrespectful..." No one noticed that there was a faint smile in the depths of the lazy little Sami's eyes...

The purple flower monk looked expressionless, pretended to be calm, and said, "You finally found it..."

Han Feng knows this woman, not anyone else, but Aunt Mei, whom he rescued in Liuxiang.

Aunt Mei didn't seem to see the purple flower monk, but glanced at him faintly, saluted Han Feng, and said, "Mei Piao thanked Mr. Han for saving his life." Monk Zihua was stared and said, "Do you two know each other?"

Aunt Mei still didn't look at him and said to Han Feng, "Mr. Han, please sit inside." The style of its masters. Han Feng couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in the gourd of the two people, and said to the purple flower monk, "Ha ha, it's a long story... Let's take it easy."

Several people walked in, and Han Feng found that there were still several people in the room. 900 Yi and Wan'er also came. After a while, Han Feng knew that Murong Ruxue had returned to Wuxiangju. He was also relieved...

When I was young, the lazy little Sami brought the food. On the natural pine table of the old tree, there are pickled bamboo shoots and corn porridge planted by the purple flower monk and apprentice themselves. It's delicious...

It's just at the dinner table, but the atmosphere is always a little strange. No one wants to speak, and they have been pricking their heads and just eating...

Finally, the meal was finished. The lazy boy sent the fried pine nuts again. Aunt Mei's face gradually softened, and the purple monk looked carefully at Aunt Mei and said, "You... How did you find me?

Aunt Mei said coldly, even if you run to the sky and really become the so-called fairy road, I can find you. Han Feng gradually understood that the two were originally husband and wife, but when the purple flower monk was a layman, he was obsessed with immortality and became a monk. But Aunt Mei looked for him everywhere. In the past decades, the purple flower monk has moved a total of 99 times, but Aunt Mei finally found him...

Aunt Mei said coldly, "Don't you worry about me annoying you when I die?" The purple flower monk recited the Buddha's name and said, "Live well, what are you talking about death..."

Aunt Mei told about the ghost house, and the purple flower monk's face gradually became cold and said, "One day, I must come to the door to see what the so-called ghost house is." The ice on Aunt Mei's face is slightly relieved...

Han Feng sighed in his heart, "Who said that the monk is not afraid of his wife?"

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Aunt Mei temporarily stayed in Biluo Temple with 900 Yi and Wan'er. Han Feng was worried about Murong Ruxue and left... Along the way, he smiled secretly in his heart and didn't know how Master Zihua, who only asked for immortality, could solve the confused account between the two and Aunt Mei...

The wet rain has made the streets and alleys of Wuyun City wet a lot. Flowers surround the trees, and the beautiful scenery is pleasant. In the misty rain of the building, the eaves of the ancient well are dripping. Passers-by can be seen walking everywhere, but it is very comfortable...

When Han Feng walked into Wuxiangju. He lost his smile on his face...

Because on the second floor of Wuxiangju, leaning against the red railing, a young man in white was drinking. His figure was straight, like a broad black sword in his arms... The misty rain outside the window, but he didn't seem to see it. He gently stroked the broad black sword in his arms. The slender fingers are soft and graceful, like stroking your favorite lover. Holding the wine glass in one hand, the wine in the glass is not for drinking. He is wiping the scabbard of the black sword with animal skin, but it looks like the black sword to drink...

"Young master, you are back."

Han Yan came over with some anxiety on her face. His footsteps were heavy, and it seemed that her cultivation had increased a lot. She came closer and said to Han Feng, "This old man has been waiting for you here for a full day. He said it was your friend..."

As he spoke, he suddenly found that Han Feng's face was a little uncomfortable and stopped talking. Han Feng nodded to him and said, "I know. Go ahead." Han Yan looked at the young master with a strange face in front of her and asked worriedly, "Young master, are you okay? I think you seem to be sick." Han Feng patted Han Yan's arm and let him go...

He walked straight to the young man in white and smiled, "I'm really sorry that the world's famous Liu Baiyi Liu swordsman has been waiting here for a long time... Ha ha." Liu Baiyi looked at him a little surprised and suddenly asked, "Why don't you hide?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "Since you can't avoid it, what's the use of hiding?" Liu Baiyi smiled and said, "You know yourself."

Han Feng sat down on the chair in front of Liu Baiyi, looked straight at the other party, and asked directly, "Say it, when will it start?"

Liu Baiyi's eyes were like a sharp sword, quietly staring at Han Feng, and Han Feng also looked back rudely. Both sides looked at it like this. After a long time, Liu Baiyi suddenly said, "You seem to have changed?"

Han Feng said, "Don't talk nonsense. You decide the date and place, and I will accompany you at any time."

Liu Baiyi looked at him for a while and suddenly continued to say, "You seem to be missing something?" Han Feng laughed and raised his hand and moved, saying, "Nose, ears, mouth, hands and feet are all the same. How can you say that something is missing?"

Liu Baiyi said, "It's really less. I want to compete with Han Feng when he was in the ring and the desert lion Bisma. After saying that, he stood up, reached out and took out an ingot of silver from his arms, gently crushed it with his fingers, put a piece of silver on the table, and said to Han Feng, "On the tenth day of June, I'm waiting for you on the nine-killing platform. I need the original you, otherwise it's really boring even if I kill you..." After saying that, he walked out, his white clothes fluttered, and disappeared in a blink of an eye...

Han Yan came to withdraw the wine money and muttered, "This man is so mean that he won't even give a tip..." His words suddenly stopped, because he saw the silver in his hand, which seemed to be as neatly cut with a knife. Moreover, the broken silver was pinched into a silver sword by the other party at random...

Han Feng sat angrily on the rattan chair. I don't know when the tea in the cup had cooled down. Naturally, he knows what he lacks...

The light came through the window lattice and reflected on the wall, changing into a mottled shadow. Han Feng muttered, "Did the monk's words really enter my heart?" With a wave, a stool next to him suddenly flew up, circled in the air, and then stood on the table in the posture of one leg... Han Feng smiled bitterly and picked up the herbal tea on the table and drank it all... With a casual finger movement, the stool began to dance on the table, which stunned Uncle Ma who had just walked in...

The art of Yimu, stop. Han Feng looked at Uncle Ma who wanted to stop talking and asked, "Uncle Ma, what can I do for you?"

Looking at Han Feng, Uncle Ma finally said, "Young master, there is a man outside who still refuses to leave now. We are about to open..."

Han Feng said in his heart, "Is it possible that Liu Baiyi will come back again?" Then he asked. Uncle Ma said, it's not that person during the day, but a person who looks rich and extraordinary...

Han Feng was upset and said, "I'll look at someone who dares to make trouble." He got up and walked out. Uncle Ma hesitated and said, "Young master, that man is not here to make trouble. He just relies on drinking and has been refusing to leave..."

Han Feng didn't pay attention to what Uncle Ma said, and he walked out angrily. Walking along the mahogany railing, before waiting to go up the steps, I heard a voice shouting loudly in the elegant room: "No matter how many times I have said it, no matter how much silver it is, I will wrap it up tonight and bring out all your spring wine for me... I want to have a good drink..." His words were drunken, elegant and the atmosphere of wine...

Han Feng walked in and saw a man dressed in purple satin with his back to the door, holding a big cup of Chunyang old wine cow in his hand. Several wine jars rolled down on the ground...

"Your Excellency..."

Han Feng was about to speak when the other party had cut off his mouth, "How many times have I said that I won't lose a penne of money from you, ..." The man threw an ingot of yellow gold on the table. It looks like ten taels of weight, full of pure gold. Such a gold is enough to drink for a month in Wuxiangju...

The man turned around drunk, and the two looked at each other and couldn't help but be stunned.

Han Feng searched for the 50 or 60-year-old man in front of him in memory. An old ** face looks slightly reserved, with complex eyes, as if it contains something... Han Feng has facial blindness, and some people always can't remember, but he really has some impression of the old man in front of him...

"Han." The old man pointed at him and shouted. Han Feng suddenly remembered that the special envoy of the Holy Emperor appeared when he watched the competition between the four martial arts institutes of Qingcheng, Shenlong, Baiyun and Xiling at the Lion Peak of Wuhuang City...