Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 105
After hearing what he said, Fang Jianming had no choice but to find a futon, put it by the fire, and sit down to warm himself.After the middle-aged scholar saw him sitting down, he took a deep look at him, saw the "blue tide flute" stuck in his waist, his face wrinkled slightly for some reason, and asked: "You have a blue flute stuck in your waist?" Tide Xiao?"

Fang Jianming was surprised when he heard this. How could this middle-aged scholar know that the short flute around his waist was "Blue Tide Xiao". According to Wen Ruowang, this "Blue Tide Xiao" is not well-known in the martial arts world. There are almost no people who can know that this is "Lan Chaoxiao", except for the couple, probably only the mysterious "Wulin Know-it-all", no one knows who this middle-aged scholar is, and he can see it at a glance. Knowing the origin of "Lan Chaoxiao", Fang Jianming nodded and said, "That's right, the one with the short flute on this junior is Lan Chaoxiao. I don't know how senior can tell?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled coldly, but did not answer his words, and asked, "What's your name, and who is your master?"

Hearing that he didn't answer, Fang Jianming asked his name and teacher's school again. He was a little unhappy in his heart, but when he met the other person's eyes, he said honestly: "Junior Fang Jianming, my master is from Shaolin Temple. Qingcheng."

There is something about this middle-aged scholar that Fang Jianming has never seen before. This thing is a kind of majesty. Fang Jianming has been controlled by his majesty since he came in. It is the first time for Fang Jianming to bow his head in front of outsiders when he is so big. Uneasy and surprised.In fact, there is a reason for this. This middle-aged scholar possesses super martial arts. He is usually extremely strict and despises etiquette. Few people associate with him, and only associate with a few martial arts masters. Although he has a free and easy temperament, when he is serious, even ten old scalpers can't stop him from doing what he wants to do!

Fang Jianming has rarely been disciplined since he was a child, and has developed a lazy temperament. In addition, the reason for his snooze, whether it is the master, the godfather sword god, or even the holy aunt Bai Yiyi who has been with him for several years under the cliff, He didn't even have any majesty. Now that he met this middle-aged scholar who was such a man, he had a secret contest with him just now. Fang Jian was obviously not an opponent. He had buried fear in his heart, and the middle-aged scholar deliberately revealed The majestic demeanor made Fang Jianming look like a very sensible child, and he would say whatever he asked.

When the middle-aged scholar heard that he was a disciple of Shaolin Temple, he said "Oh" and asked, "Are you a disciple of a Shaolin layman?" Fang Ming smiled and said, "No, although my master is a Shaolin monk, I am not yet. A true Shaolin disciple!"

The middle-aged scholar said "oh" again, and said, "What kind of sword is that big knife on your shoulder? Why do I feel that there is a faint evil spirit!" Fang Jianming was surprised when he heard this, what is the background of this middle-aged scholar? How is it so extraordinary.Fang Jianming didn't want to explain to him that this was the Heavenly Cicada Knife, one of the Seven Wonders of Shaolin. Although he knew the little old man, he couldn't guarantee that he was not a bad person. Besides, even if he was a good person, could he tell outsiders about the Heavenly Cicada Knife?It is rumored that the world is going, does he still want to mess around!Fang Jianming hesitated for a moment, before he waited for Ai Ai to say: "This knife was given to me by a stranger from the martial arts world. He said that this knife is too murderous and told me not to use it easily. I don't know what this knife is called. name."

The middle-aged scholar said "Oh", stared at him with a pair of electric eyes, and said, "Really?"

Fang Jianming braced himself and said, "That's right, this knife is indeed too murderous, and I really don't know its name." The middle-aged scholar looked at his face, snorted coldly, suddenly coughed again, stretched out He stretched out his hands and moved closer to the fire, but he didn't speak any more.Fang Jianming was happy when he saw that he didn't speak. This middle-aged scholar gave him a kind of pressure invisibly, which made him feel very unhappy. A stern uncle came to look at him, a little afraid of him and a little respectful of him!
The two of them were in the main hall, each thinking about their own concerns, roasting by the fire, and I don't know how much time passed, only to hear the cries of the Qilin Mouse outside the temple, Fang Jianming heard it, and knew that the Qilin Mouse had met a master Fang Jianming glanced at the middle-aged scholar and saw that his eyes were half-closed, as if he didn't hear him. Fang Jianming didn't bother to say hello to him, and hurried out of the temple.

As soon as he got out of the temple, a figure rushed towards him with a smell of alcohol. The person laughed and said, "It's fun, it's fun. Just now, two Mongolians saw the old man drunk and fell to the ground, laughing." How could I know that in the blink of an eye, a guy died and a guy ran away, and now this squirrel looks like an enemy when it sees the old man fall, does this guy know that I am very capable?"

Fang Jianming hadn't had time to see his face clearly when he saw the visitor smelling of alcohol and grabbed his waist, he couldn't hide even if he wanted to, he was terrified, the visitor said loudly: "Hey! I said What are you doing here, kid? Is this squirrel yours?" Fang Jianming hurriedly broke away from his hand, and said with a smile: "Senior, don't get me wrong, this squirrel is just joking with you As he said, he called Qilinshu, but he saw Qilinshu glaring at the person with a pair of bulging eyes angrily, wondering what this person did to him to make it so angry.

Only then did Fang Jianming see the appearance of this man clearly. He saw that this man had a strange appearance, with a wine nose, a big mouth, a messy beard under his chin, staring eyes the size of a wine glass, and a strange man on his back. The big gourd really looks like a gentleman.

Fang Jianming saw that he and Qilinshu were staring at each other, neither would let the other, and secretly smiled in his heart. Seeing that this strange man was holding something in his hand, Fang Jianming realized why Qilinshu was angry with him when he looked at it. He was holding a squirrel in his hand. The squirrel had obviously been dead for a long time, and he held it limply in his hand. No wonder the Qilin Mouse wanted to get angry at him.

According to his adoptive father Dao Shen heard from the "medicine fairy" that this Qilin mouse has a very close blood relationship with the squirrel. When the Qilin mouse saw this strange man took a dead squirrel, he thought he killed it, and the strange man was covered in alcohol. Angrily, he walked upside down, firstly, he might have accidentally stepped on the Qilin Mouse, and secondly, he had a relative who was holding the Qilin Mouse in his hand. Demonstration angry.And this strange man was drunk, how could he not be surprised and amused to see a squirrel come to kick him, staring at a pair of wine glass eyes to compete with the unicorn mouse!
Fang Jianming pretended to yell at the Qilin Mouse angrily, and then the Qilin Mouse let out a "squeak" and ran to Fang Jianming's feet reluctantly, rubbing his head against Fang Jianming's trousers, but his small eyes were fixed on him. Looking at that strange person, for fear that the other party might do something wrong.The weird man laughed, hiccupped, opened his mouth, reeking of alcohol, and said, "Since this squirrel belongs to you, I'll let it go, hehe, I'm so lucky today, let me catch it!" I caught a squirrel, now I have squirrel meat to eat, laugh at me, laugh at me, come out quickly, see what good things I caught, come out quickly to greet me, otherwise you will never want to share a piece of meat, laugh at me ……Huh……"

The strange man pushed open the dilapidated temple door and strode in, but he didn't see Lao Er Xiao came out to meet him, but there was a person sitting in the main hall, warming himself by a big fire, the strange man saw Seeing the middle-aged scholar, he was stunned for a moment, his face beamed with joy, and he said loudly: "Old sick ghost, how did you find this place?"

The middle-aged scholar didn't even look at him, and said, "If you can find this place, why don't you let me find it?" The strange man gave a weird laugh, strode into the main hall, and sat down on Fang Jianming's room just now. At that position, Fang Jianming saw them talking and knew they were old acquaintances. He walked in with the Qilin Mouse, found a futon, picked up the Qilin Mouse, and sat by the fire to warm up. The fire pile was filled with joy, and temporarily forgot the "hatred" towards the weirdo. They squeaked and stretched out their forelimbs towards the fire pile, and warmed up the fire in a decent manner.

The middle-aged scholar and the strange man were startled, although they were well-informed, they didn't expect the squirrel to enjoy the fire, the strange man turned his drunken wine glass and asked the middle-aged scholar: "Who is this kid? "The middle-aged scholar said indifferently: "How do I know, but his martial arts are not bad. If we were at his age, if we had such abilities, we would be able to fly away like Dugu moving the sky. Still staying in this world, being disturbed by the secular world!"

The weirdo looked at Fang Jianming, and quietly sent out a burst of energy to test it out. Fang Jianming had learned his lesson, and did not dare to easily compete with experts of their level. He smiled slightly, pretended not to know, and looked at Weird man, the strange man's vigor circled around Fang Jianming and returned to the strange man's body. The strange man nodded and said, "Yes, he can be regarded as a first-class master, but there is still a long distance from us. Is it okay, but I just don’t know the tricks, lightness kung fu, how about your cultivation?” The conversation changed, he hiccupped, and spewed out a puff of alcohol, and said to the middle-aged scholar opposite: “Laughing second Well, where did he go, he left this kid here, and he didn’t care, did he ask this kid to make squirrel soup for us?”

The middle-aged scholar said: "How did the laughing old man know that you would catch a squirrel? Now there are four people here. How can we divide a squirrel?" We’ve already eaten lunch, so use it yourself!” Who knew that weird man rolled his eyes and said, “It’s not you we’re talking about, why are you so anxious!” Fang Jianming was stunned when he heard this, and secretly said: “Aren’t you Are you talking about four people, laughing at the old man, you, me, and him are three people, don’t they happen to be four people, why is it not me!”

(End of this chapter)