Chapter 127 Refusal to go out of the mountain

Yumian Langjun was also surprised. He quickly waved a folding fan and jumped off the donkey. He heard someone in the valley shout, "Who!"

The jade-faced Langjun is even more strange. He has picked up a three-inch seven-minute-long flying knife that weighs four or eight dollars and recognizes it as a ghost. On the contrary, the teacher's uncle had already seen him riding a donkey into the valley and played a small joke with himself.

And this person's voice is very young. How can it be such an old and deep voice? The jade-faced Langjun was surprised and asked, "Who are you! Where is the ghost?

Suddenly, I saw a person jumping from the stone forest opposite, and laughed at the jade-faced Langjun: "Who do I think I am? It turned out that Brother Shi came! Haha, I'll tell anyone! In this weather, riding a donkey and shaking a folding fan, who else is there besides Yumian Langjun?

The jade-faced Langjun was stunned and finally pulled the donkey. Looking at it, he was even more surprised: "Ah! Qiu Feng 12th, ha, it turned out that Brother Qiu Feng was not your little sister in Wuzhen, but he came to Mochou Valley to play with flying knives. Tut, even my younger brother was a little envious.

The person who came is Qiu Feng Twelve, because he ranks the smallest, because he is also a line of Confucianism in the south of the Yangtze River. He is close to him, and he usually calls him Twelve Lang. He doesn't mind.

Since Gui Jianchou took Qiufeng 12 to Mochou Valley as the only apprentice, Gui Jianchou intends to pass on his flying knife stunts within a month, so that he can study the flying knife technique all day long, and even sleeps in the largest and most shabby thatched hut in the valley. The beautiful name is to hone his will to hone his muscles and bones, and then become more stable. It's decided to take action.

Gun Jianchou forced Qiu Feng twelve to learn a unique skill within a month, which was also to let him show his skills at the Taishan Zen Festival. Time was tight and could not be fast. Recently, in addition to teaching him flying knives, he was even more diligent and practicing his qi during the break.

After Qiu Feng entered the valley, in addition to facing ghosts and learning to fly knives every day, I have never seen anyone else. I have been bored for a long time. Today, I saw Yumian Langjun coming. This is good. I can't say that I can't afford it. Master will definitely make an exception to take a half-day vacation when he sees sorrow, and maybe I can have a meal.

Qiu Feng rushed to help Yumian Langjun lead the donkey, patted him on the shoulder, squeezed his eyes and said, "Huh? Why didn't you see Murong Qiniang coming?"

Yu-faced Langjun stared at him and said strangely, "How do I know? Does anyone know where she has gone with her sister? I thought she and Murong Hongxiu went to Wuzhen to defect to you. Who would have thought you were here!"

Qiu Feng twelve smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, I have worshipped my master and flew to the ghosts. I'm learning to fly a knife. How about my knife just now?"

Yu-faced Langjun nodded: "Well, it's just unsatisfactory. It's okay. It's strange that Uncle Chou can accept you as a disciple."

Qiu Fengshi frowned and said, "What does it mean? Did you avoid it just now? I suspect that you didn't even see the light of my flying knife.

Yu-faced Langjun smiled bitterly: "Well, I really didn't see it. I heard the wind first, and it was too late to see your knife light."

Qiu Feng twelve muttered, "Don't talk to me, the sound of the knife wind breaking through the air first? Is it loud?"

"Pretty big! It seems to be full of strength, and it's no problem to shoot another arrow.

Qiu Feng 12 bowed his head and said no words. He was not frustrated. Yu-faced Langjun was surprised and said, "Huh? I praised you for a long time. Why did you cry and look like an eggplant? It's really strange."

Qiu Feng twelve sighed and said, "You don't understand. The master said that the loud voice and the elephant are invisible. It is the real realm of the flying knife to reach a traceless and silent. It seems that I'm still far away."

Yu-faced Langjun smiled and said, "How long have you been practicing? Take your time. What's the hurry?"

Qiu Feng 12 said, "You don't know that the master wants me to practice flying knife stunts within a month, reaching a state where the knife light is silent, the knife light is getting darker and darker, and in the end there is no trace!"

The jade-faced Langjun smiled suspiciously and said, "A month? Can you make it? Isn't it very hard?"

The twelve great autumn winds met a bosom friend and sighed, "Isn't it! I sleep for two hours in the thatched hut every day, and the rest of the time I keep practicing flying knives, and my wrists have been sore for a few days.

Yu-faced Langjun listened to Qiu Feng's twelve complaints and knew that Uncle must have tortured him miserably, but he said seriously, "It seems that Uncle Guixu hates iron and is stricter to you. I used to beg my uncle to learn flying knives, but he refused to teach me. To be honest, you really make me envious."

Qiu Feng smiled bitterly and couldn't wait to ask his master to teach him how to fly a knife for a few days. Can't he be envious?

At this time, a familiar and old and low voice suddenly sounded in Mochou Valley: "Twelve Lang, who is here?"

Yu-faced Langjun rushed forward, but saw the familiar figure of Uncle Chou. He was sitting in the mountain depression, lighting an oil lamp and poisoning the flying knife.

Yu-faced Langjun hurriedly shouted, "Master! It's the little nephew Yu-faced Langjun Shihe!"

When he saw it, he was coming. He hurriedly hid the refined flying knife and poison bottle and poison jar behind his back. Qiu Feng said strangely, "Master! What are you hiding?"

Ghostshou stared at him and smiled, "This stinky boy Shihe, nicknamed Shihe, is empty-handed. Every time he comes, he takes away many good things from me, but he can't let him see it."

The jade-faced Langjun could only smile bitterly, "My uncle laughed." Qiu Feng twelve laughed.

The ghost coughed and said righteously, "Is it your father and your master Qin Laoer who asked you to come here? Are they all right? How are you preparing for the Zen sacrifice?

Yu-faced Langjun also pulled his face and said with a serious face, "Your old man's Hongfu, my father and teacher are good, and they practice every day, but the boy is not sent by them."

The ghost said strangely, "Didn't they tell you to come here? Then how did you come out?"

Yu-faced Langjun smiled and said, "My father and my teacher sent me to Hangzhou to deliver letters to Buddhism. I learned that now the Buddhist masters in the south of the Yangtze River are gathered in Lingshan Temple, so I rushed to Chuzhou again. I came from the Lingshan Temple and was entrusted by the abbot of Puji to visit you."

Ghostshou said with concern, "Have you seen the Lord Qiu Xue'an? What did they say?

Yu-faced Langjun smiled and said, "Jiangnan Buddhism agreed to join hands with us. I also met all the master of Jiangnan Buddhists in Lingshan Temple, and they are willing to go north with us to destroy the Taoist Zen sacrifice."

When the ghost saw it, he nodded: "Hmm! The stinky boy finally got a little useful. This is the best. Puji from Lingshan Temple asked you to come to me? Why again?"

Yu-face Langjun then talked about what happened in Lingshan Temple and ghosts. He said that Jiangnan Buddhism wanted to first eradicate the immortal capital Dongtian, and then join hands with the anti-Taoist masters in Confucianism. At this time, he killed a crazy knife to give the Ziyang Guanzhu of the fairy capital Dongtian. Revenge, stirred up Lingshan Temple, killed more than 20 Buddhist descendants, and even Bodhi was seriously injured in the afterlife.

When he saw the ghost, he breathed coldly and frowned, "I heard that Bodhi is a rare master of Western bliss in the future. Why is it so bad? Such a large Lingshan Temple, it is said that it has gathered Jiangnan Buddhist masters, but it can't help but be a mad knife of a rising Taoist. Hey hey, it's really a false reputation."

Qiu Fengshi was shocked and said, "Did the knife disturb the Lingshan Temple?"

Yumen Langjun nodded.

Qiu Feng twelve sighed, "Master! That night, the decisive battle with me after the Juxian Building in Wuzhen was a crazy knife. It turned out that he ran to Chuzhou after he left.

Gong Jianchou sneered and said, "I know, I can only see his knife skills clearly. I can only beat you. It seems that Jiangnan Buddhism is not good, and he is still a master! Fortunately, they are so embarrassed to brag about themselves.

The jade-faced Langjun sighed: "Maybe the mad knife did not use all his strength when he compared with Brother Qiu Feng. In Lingshan Temple, the little nephew saw what a real person is like a knife. The knife is like crazy. The mad knife alone is proud of the heroes. The bold knife method is simply amazing. Hey, if the little nephew had not dodged quickly, he would have been buried under his knife. ."

Qiu Feng 12 was even more excited and said with hatred: "Brother Shi Xiu is determined to others and don't be majestic. Master! When the disciple learns to become a flying knife, he will be the first to know how to use a crazy knife. Let's see if his sword is powerful or his disciple's flying knife.

When the ghost saw it, he laughed and said, "Hmm! If you have ambition, if you want to defeat the mad knife, you have to work harder and then complain to others.

It turns out that ghosts are not only superb, but also have excellent ears. They have heard the endless complaints of the autumn wind for a long time.

Qiu Feng's face turned red, but when he heard the ghost sad, he said, "Shi Hexian's nephew, I have nothing to do with Lingshan Temple. It must be that the Bodhi there is injured in the afterlife and lacks manpower. He wants me to work for him and deal with the fairy capital Dongtian, right?"

The jade-faced Langjun secretly said that the uncle saw that the uncle was really extraordinary. At a glance, he saw through Puji's intention and had to nod: "The little nephew also think so, but Jiangnan Buddhism agreed to join hands with us, and the little nephew had to do it. I guessed that the uncle would not go. It depends on how the teacher refused them, and the little nephew also OK, my little nephew will invite the three seniors in Quzhou tomorrow.

The ghost smiled sadly and said, "They are called killing people with knives. Of course, I won't go. When you go back, tell Puji that I'm busy with my religious brother flying knives. It won't come until a month later. Let's talk about it then."

Yu-faced Langjun nodded: "My little nephew knows it."

Ghost worries also advised: "Nephew, you should also pay more attention. Of course, it is best to join hands with Jiangnan Buddhism, but at a critical moment, you can't work for them in vain. It's important to save your strength, okay?"

Yu-faced Langjun said, "Thank you for your teaching."

When the ghost saw the autumn wind and twelve music stealing half a day of leisure on the holiday, he was reclining by the tree to rest and shouted in a low voice, "Huh? What are you doing here? Hurry up and practice flying knives!"

The autumn wind was shocked and obediently went to the valley to repeat the endless flying knife.

Then he said, "Stay in the valley tonight and leave tomorrow to invite Quzhou Sanjue. According to my guess, the three of them will definitely join in the fun."

Yu-faced Lang Junqi said, "Oh?"