Chapter 41 The Wall has ears

Mr. Mingyue took out a pile of masks and looked at it carefully before he found a sword eyebrow and phoenix eye shape, which was secretly funny: this one happened to be paired with the willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes that left fragrance in the dark night.

Mr. Mingyue was putting a mask on the bronze mirror in the corner of the wall. He was enjoying the masterpiece of the old man in the world. Suddenly, the bright surface of the bronze mirror suddenly shook out a strange light. Mr. Mingyue was stunned. How could the mirror hanging on the wall shake? If there is an earthquake, why don't you feel it at all?

When Mr. Mingyue took off the bronze mirror, he couldn't help laughing and sighed at the shopkeeper's pettyness. It turns out that a gap on the wall has cracked in some months, and the narrow part has been filled without any trace, but the wide part of the gap is simply blocked by a mirror. The wind blows through the gap next door, and the mirror will naturally shake.

Mr. Mingyue was laughing when he suddenly heard someone applause next door on the other side of the wall: "What a smoke wave fisherman! Eat my hand!"

I heard another voice hum coldly.

Mr. Mingyue was stunned. The sound was so familiar. It seemed that he had heard it somewhere. He quickly put down the mirror and squinted behind the crack in the wall. He didn't know it. He was shocked when he saw it. The two people in the next room laughed at the fat and thin old man who cut four catties of spring cakes.

These are not surprising. What surprised Mr. Mingyue most was that the two old men from the same road were competing for palms in the house. The mirror shook because of the wind brought by the palms of the two.

Mr. Mingyue already knew what the thin old man was originally called as a smoke wave fishing man. His expression was very arrogant, but the fat old man was exactly the opposite. He also looked smiling when fighting. Both of them were in cyan robes, with one palms, one retreated to the door and the other to the window.

The fat old man shouted, "Smoke wave fishing man! Look at my palm!" Seeing the fat old man's concentration, his palms were like mountains and seas, and there was a faint golden light in the air, which was very similar to the shape of a Buddha's big handprint. He suddenly pushed him to the thin old man. Mr. Mingyue was stunned and his heart was shocked.

The smoke wave fisherman smiled and drew circles with his hands, but slowly pushed out a light blue Taiji picture. He was facing the fat old man's golden handprint, and heard the buzzing sound. The Taiji picture resisted the big handprint, and the echo was endless for a long time.

Mr. Mingyue opened his eyes and sighed that there was such martial arts in the world. He only heard the fat old man clapping his hands and laughing, "Good palm! It's just that Brother Yan's Taiji picture is too ugly.

The smoke wave fisherman said coldly, "Your King Kong palm is just like this. The three words fat Maitreya need to be changed now."

The fat old man said strangely, "What's the name?"

The Yanbo fisherman smiled and said, "Your mana is too poor. Just change your name to Fat Head."

The fat old man said angrily, "If you don't accept it, let's compare it again. Who have I been afraid of in my life?"

Mr. Mingyue gradually understood that the thin old man was called Yanbo Fishing Old Man, which seemed to be a Taoist heir, while the fat old man was called Fat Maitreya, presumably a Buddhist heir. It is not surprising that the two fought with each other.

Just listen to the smoke wave fisherman leisurely said, "If you want to compare with me today, you can't compare with me."

Fat Maitreya was stunned: "Didn't you challenge it?"

Yanbo fisherman said, "Have you forgotten what the landlord told us to do? When we come back, we have to make a good calculation. We must not take the lead tomorrow.

Fat Maitreya smiled and said, "I know, you must be afraid of death. If you are afraid of the mysterious swordsman, it's okay not to go."

When Mr. Mingyue heard the name of the mysterious swordsman, he was shocked and thought that Taoism and Buddhism were going to unite to deal with Confucianism. Zhuangzhu and He Xuren seemed to be ordered by him and quickly held their breath and listened carefully.

Sure enough, he saw the smoke wave fisherman and said lightly, "Well, you are a fat Maitreya who is not afraid of heaven and earth. Unfortunately, you will face a mysterious swordsman tomorrow. It's easy for you to take the lead, but unfortunately, cough, fat Maitreya will become a dead Maitreya as soon as he takes action."

Fat Maitreya jumped three feet high and said angrily, "What can that boy do? Is it worth boasting so much for him?

Suddenly, the door opened and entered a fisherman, but in the cold winter, he still wore a hat, covering most of his face, wearing a raft, and the bright moon nodded secretly. He must be a man.

The two stopped arguing when they saw that the man came back. The fat Maitreya talked endlessly about how the fisherman was afraid of the mysterious swordsman. It was very unbearable to add oil and vinegar. The fisherman just sat aside and tasted tea without defending it.

I heard Yu Liweng smile: "Fat brother, my opinion is the same as that of Brother Yan. We will take the last action tomorrow, and we must not take the lead."

Fat Maitreya was stunned and said, "Why? Ah! I know. You two have always been inseparable. You must have seen that the water of Jianhu is good, and you will take time to go fishing together tomorrow!"

Yu Li Weng sneered: "Fishing can also be caught in the nameless village. Why do you have to come all the way to the south of the Yangtze River? Are you more arrogant than Qianhua's mother-in-law? Are you conceited that your magic is equal to the four battle formations?

Fat Maitreya is still stubborn: "Although it can't be compared, it's not too far away."

The Yanbo fisherman no longer paid attention to him and asked, "What did the landlord tell us three people about it?"

The Liweng nodded and said, "I heard that the red-sleeved knife is in Hangzhou County at this moment. We have to take care of the mysterious swordsman tomorrow. The three of us got up and rushed to Hangzhou."

Mr. Mingyue was stunned again after hearing this. Who is the owner of the village? What are they looking for with red-sleeved knives? The red-sleeved knife is not contrary to Confucianism, and it is not the same as the mysterious swordsman. Don't they know what happened this time?

Fat Maitreya smiled at this moment: "Oh! I know, I know! It turned out that the landlord must have fallen in love with the beauty of red sleeves, and our errands are naturally different from theirs. They deal with mysterious swordsmen, but we mainly go to Hangzhou to fight for sex, two brothers, right?

The man said, "Bah! How can the landlord be obsessed with women? If you say bad things about the owner behind your back, Brother Yan and I will definitely report it.

Fat Maitreya waved his hand and said, "That's all. Even if you tell the landlord that he has always been lenient and will not pursue me, then why do you think Baba sent the three of us to find red-sleeved knives?"

Yu Li Weng said, "I heard that the red sleeve knife has turned against Confucianism, and Buddhism and Taoism are not accepted. There is no place in the northern and southern martial arts of the Central Plains. The owner took this opportunity to invite the red sleeve knife to join the anonymous village."

Fat Maitreya clapped his hands and smiled, "Wonderful! Great, great, I thought I had cleaned up with the mysterious swordsman. It turned out that I was going to absorb and join my village. In this way, there will be another beautiful woman in our village.

Mr. Mingyue peeped against the wall for a long time, only listening to the thrilling, unknown? Why have you never heard of the old man Tianya? Anyway, the trouble of the mysterious swordsman and red sleeves has arrived.