The day will be bright.
People, want to come out but don't come out.
When Qin Shan got the news, the middle of the night had passed since the fight between the Demon Sect and the elite group.
At that time, Pu Cunxi put away the last silver needle for him, and instructed: "It will take half a month to fully recover your skills. During this period, you should not use your internal strength too much, otherwise..."
He was talking about the doctor's order when Xi Chenshui broke in disheveled.
"The big thing is bad, the big thing is bad! Liu Han is coming, Qin Shan, your junior brother will be outnumbered!"
Qin Shan put on his clothes and listened to Xi Chenshui to finish the matter in a few words.
He asked, "How is the situation now?"
"Xiao Yi's people are fighting with people from Wanren Villa, and Xiao Yi himself is being chased and beaten by Wan Chengxuan."
"Shaolin monks and Wudang Taoists only fight with those who go up to beat them."
"Other sects are in a mess, and it's impossible to tell them apart. Well, you mean demon sect?"
Xi Chenshui had a bitter expression on his face, "The demon sect is fighting against everyone."
"Okay." Qin Shan matched his saber, "Let's go out now."
"Go help Liu Han?" Xi Chenshui was eager to try.
Qin Shan said, "No, go grab the secret book."
…
The heroes in the north of the city fought all night, and everyone in the south of the city was silent, and few people went out.
The only morning tea shop that dared to do business did not welcome half of its guests, except for a young monk who came to ask for alms early in the morning.
"Little Master."
The shop owner brought out a bowl of bean curd brains, "I heard that there is a lot of chaos in the north of the city, little master still don't want to walk around."
The little monk lowered his round head and drank the bean curd flower, and his bare head was reflected in the bean curd flower, "Amitabha, monks are compassionate, and if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell."
"But… "
"Thank you for your bean curd brain, benefactor. In the coming year, your whole family will be healthy and safe." The little monk wiped his mouth and said something nice that the shop owner didn't care about, then put his palms together and left.
The boss looked at the little monk who had left, and could only sigh.
On the desolate streets of the north of the city, few people were walking. At first glance, I saw a bald little monk, which was very eye-catching.
In the dark, ghosts gather quietly.
"Hiccup, Ami Tofu."
Walking halfway alone, the little monk suddenly stopped after beating, put his palms together, and said with some sin: "I just satisfied the desire to speak, but I actually thought of killing, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, Buddha forgive me."
"The little monk in front!"
A group of people who had been staring at him gathered around.
"Are you a little novice in the Shaolin Temple? Quickly tell the uncle where you old bald donkeys are hiding, so that the grandfather will give you a way to survive." Several men armed with swords jumped out to rob the road, but they did not know that they had encountered a tough stubble.
"Life?"
The little monk raised his head and glanced at the group of green forest heroes.
"It is indeed a way of life."
He squeezed his cold fingers and smiled brightly at these people.
Amitabha, the man who robbed the Dao should thank the Buddha, the little master without anger never kills people when he is full, this is their way of life.
A few minutes later, a group of strong men fell to the ground and wailed in the north of the city. The yamen who heard the news tied them back to the county government. Generally, Jianghu people don't dare to attack, but these Jianghu people who are paralyzed and injured don't mean that they dare not attack.
At the very beginning, the various sects of the Chengbei War did not realize how many people they lost silently, and when they realized it, the situation was no longer in control.
The little monk walked on the street without anger, like a walking target.
Whether it's a demon sect or a righteous path, when you see a bald little monk, you always want to come up and take advantage. But the consequences were not as expected. When the big men noticed that there was such a hard bone to crack, their subordinates had unknowingly consumed most of the infighting and external friction.
"I didn't know that there are still such disciples in Shaolin Temple?" You Xiaoyi heard the tip and was a little puzzled, "Why didn't you see it at the Qunying Meeting last night?"
However, Xiao Yi guessed Wu Wu's identity, "It's a new generation of Shaolin disciples, and I had a relationship with him yesterday."
"Oh, what kind of person is he?"
Xiao Yi remembered Wu Wu and shook his head, "It's not easy to deal with."
"Since this is the case, then you say, will the secret book be in his hands?"
Xiao Yi pondered for a while, then glanced at Wudang and Shaolin who were in a group, "Any possibility, maybe this is the Shaolin Temple wanting to attack the west. The deputy hall master, you can send the people from the Ba Dao Tang to investigate."
"Send someone?" Liu Han heard these words, and he was distracted by the battle with Wan Chengxuan, "Left Protector!"
"Yes!" A woman in red jumped out.
"Go to the city to find a little monk, and if you catch it, take it back to Ben Ruo!"
"Yes!" Zuo Hufa Juehonglian led the way.
Seeing this, You Xiaoyi thought it was worth it, and hurriedly brought someone to intercept it. For a while, the remaining staff of Ba Dao Hall were also fighting with the Demon Sect, and neither side could tell the difference between their hands and feet before going to find someone.
Seeing this stalemate, Xiao Yi, who should have been anxious, showed a smile.
Wan Chengxuan wanted to get out and leave, but was always entangled by Liu Han.
"Where do you want to go?" The demon sect leader looked at him with a half-smiling smile, "Villager Wan, we haven't settled the accounts three years ago! You made my senior brother refuse to pay attention to me now, how can we settle this hatred! "
Liu Han's martial arts are not low, and he is entangled by him, Wan Chengxuan is divided and weak.
"Wan Ling!" The owner of the village shouted suddenly, "Get out quickly!"
When the warring people heard the words, they saw a disciple of Wanren Villa, who had come out of the chaos and left the scene soon. Most people didn't take it for granted. What role could a young disciple, not Wan Chengxuan himself, play
And the carelessness of the world is often in this inconspicuous corner.
Wan Ling was panting anxiously, thinking about the brothers helping him escape, remembering the instructions of the village owner, and wishing to find the eye-catching little monk immediately and hide him in a place where no one could find him.
But he walked around the street several times and dealt with a few people who didn't have long eyes, but he didn't see a single one with a bare head.
Damn it, why did he disappear when he was looking for him
"This brother seems to be in a hurry? Looking for something, maybe I can help." When he was anxious, a slightly teasing voice came.
Wan Ling turned back suddenly, but the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.
I saw a man in white on a horse, with a little boy riding a donkey, slowly walking into the city gate.
…
After Wu Wu stunned the tenth batch of people who didn't have long eyes, he felt a little impatient. After questioning several groups of people, Wu Wu also understood the progress of the matter.
The secrets were revealed.
"Uncle Shi pits me." He Amitabha smiled bitterly and decided to change his strategy.
After that, no one could find the little bald monk, only a little book boy wearing a hat, running brightly past everyone's eyes.
The monk put on his hat and changed his clothes, so no one could recognize him.
Sometimes I don’t understand Wu Anger. Why do people in the world distinguish them by looking only at the skull and not the face
However, after all, not everyone is an idiot.
Wu Wu met the first person who saw his identity.
The man was sitting on the second floor of the tavern, and when he saw Wu Wu approaching, he was like waiting for a rabbit.
Wu Wu stopped two feet away from the door.
"How did you know I was here?"
The man chuckled, "I don't even want to starve my little monk for breakfast. When it's time for lunch, of course he will go to the tavern to ask for alms."
"But there are so many taverns in the city, how do you know that I will definitely come here."
"Because the others were either too scared to open the door, or I was forced to do so. Of course, this is the only one." The person who came here smiled and jumped from the second floor on Qinggong.
"Little Master Wu Wu, I have long admired the great name."
Wu Wu also smiled and took off his hat, revealing his bald forehead.
"Famous is worse than seeing. Master said that my cleverness can deceive anyone but no one. Shizhu Yan really deserves his reputation."
Yan Mobei smiled brightly when he heard the praise, but he made a stern move in the next second.
"Although I like you a little monk, I'm sorry, little master, you are entrusted by others to be loyal!"
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were already empty-handed against each other. Neither Yan Mobei nor Wu Nu used weapons, their fists and feet were facing each other, full of thrills that outsiders could not know. Shaolin Temple is good at boxing, and is supported by a golden bell hood and iron cloth shirt, but without anger, the more he fights, the more frightened he is.
"As expected of a disciple of Wuminggu." The little monk took a half step back and sighed, "Even if there is no long sword in hand, the little monk is still no match."
Timur, who was on the sidelines, shouted: "Little Senior Brother, he can't beat you, don't kill him, take away the secret book!"
Yan Mobei frowned and was about to step forward.
"Slow!" Wu Fury raised his hand, "I admit defeat, hand over the secret book, and ask donor Yan to keep a little monk."
Timur was stunned. He came from outside the customs. The elders always said how arrogant and stubborn the people in the Central Plains were, and they would not admit defeat if they admitted to death. It was the first time he had seen him surrender so easily.
Yan Mobei was a little surprised, but said without anger: "The secret book is on you, please take it."
He stepped forward and searched, and sure enough, he found a package and opened it to check it out.
"Could it be fake?" Timur asked.
Yan Mobei weighed it, "He is the eldest disciple of Shaolin Wuzi generation, even if this book is not, it is another valuable secret book. It's right to take it."
Wu Wu smiled at him, as if to agree with what he said.
"I also hope that the donor will keep his promise."
Yan Mobei really said what he said. He only clicked on the acupoints without anger, and moved him to a place where he would not be easily discovered.
Just before leaving, the former Wuminggu little uncle was also a little puzzled: "Why did you give me the secret book so easily."
"Knowing that it can't be done, the little monk doesn't want to do it." The little monk said honestly.
And until Yan Mobei left, he swallowed the half sentence that he didn't say - if I can't beat you, I can only hand over the secret book obediently.
But I know better that if someone wants to rob you of your secret book, you have to hand it in too.
Goodness is goodness, monks do not lie. But a monk may not be able to tell the truth and only tell half of it.
Donor Qin, it's up to you next.