The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 246
The next day, it was just dawn.

"Hey, if the guest officer is going out of the city, it's better not to go east."

Seeing Chen Zhuo walking out of the guest room, the shopkeeper behind the cabinet, who was flipping the abacus, couldn't help but remind him out of good intentions.

The voice of speaking has changed.

Chen Zhuo said softly, "How?"

He took an umbrella, picked a table and sat down, the servant hurriedly served tea, lowered his voice, and approached: "Those martial arts people who went out of the shop yesterday all died in the east."

"That's it." Chen Zhuo took a sip of the tea, held the teacup in his hand, turned his black and white eyes lightly, and glanced at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River outside the window, "Then this rain will probably wash away the blood."

"Amitabha! What a pity! What a pity!"

A Buddha's horn suddenly sounded in the inn.

It turned out that besides Chen Zhuo, there was another monk in the inn, with a long face in a topknot, black thick eyebrows, two fat earlobes hanging down in the air, lowered eyes and lowered eyebrows, wearing an exotic monk's robe, yellow and blue, bare feet covered with calluses as black as iron, and a bowl of clear soup and plain noodles in front of him.

This monk looks desolate, but he is full of spirit, his forehead is plump and bright, and his temples are slightly raised. It is clear that the inner family's true energy has been cultivated to an extremely high level.

Chen Zhuo sat by the window, his blue shirt moved slightly, his hair fluttered, and he smiled and said, "What a pity? Monk, you have something in your words."

The monk twirled a string of rosary beads with one palm, raised his black eyebrows, looked at the young man who was talking and laughing to him, his eyes showed a strange color, and there was light in his eyes, "No matter how heavy the rain is, it's a pity that the blood on the hands is washed away, but the blood in the heart cannot be washed away."

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and murmured in agreement: "It makes sense, what a pity! What a pity!"

At the end of his words, he also followed the example of the monks and played a clever role.

The monk looked straight at him, "I don't know what the benefactor regrets?"

Chen Zhuo sighed and said, "Son of the Jianghu, if you die in the Jianghu, since you jumped in, there is nothing to regret."

After hearing this, the monk's face became even more strange. He looked at Chen Zhuo, but he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his words were a bit frightening. He just heard about the life and death of those Jianghu people, and his face didn't change at all. It's amazing!Weird!

There was an imperceptible change in his eyes, and the monk paid attention to the change in Chen Zhuo's expression, and said in an interview, "I heard that those treasure maps are very strange, and those who want to spread them have other plans, and the plans are huge, and they should be aiming to disrupt the world. They really have ulterior motives. It is rumored that the Beggar Gang and other sects in the Jianghu are all masters, and they are already investigating this matter, trying to find out who is behind the scenes."

Chen Zhuo smiled slightly, drank the tea in his cup, and said casually, "Have ulterior motives? Master has such a sympathetic tone, isn't he just coveting the extraordinary skills and unique skills on that treasure map? As for the upright way and the famous family's uprightness, in the end, he still wants to use a pretense to find an excuse to do things conveniently..."

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

"Which one of the famous and decent sects in the world is not a famous person, how can you allow you to make irresponsible remarks; you dare to talk nonsense at a young age. If you don't see that you are still young, I will definitely teach you what it means to speak misfortune."

Coincidentally, several beggar gang disciples happened to pass by outside the inn, and when they heard Chen Zhuo's words, they couldn't help shouting and cursing.

Then I saw several people walking in in ragged clothes, all of them with sticks and sticks in their hair, their faces were gloomy, and their eyes were full of anger.

The "Beggars' Gang" is the largest gang in the world, and at that time there was a "Northern Qiao Peak" who was famous in the martial arts world.

Even the shopkeeper and the buddies saw the situation and hid aside.

Compared with the power of the government, these beggars are the most difficult to deal with. They cannot be beaten or scolded.

Chen Zhuo didn't show embarrassment, but smiled lightly: "I can't say enough, I think Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, is pretty good, but he's under him...hehe..."

Before they finished speaking, they exchanged a burst of mocking chuckles, and immediately stared those beggars angrily.

"Boy, don't you want to make fun of yourself?" The old beggar in the lead had a gloomy and ugly face, with eight bags hanging on his tattered clothes. He glanced at the machete at Chen Zhuo's waist, and said with a sneer, "You are also from the Jianghu? What kind of sect are you from?"

Chen Zhuo was too lazy to talk, but took out something from his sleeve and spread it on the table.

As soon as this thing came out, all the Jianghu people who came in and out of the inn were shocked as if they were struck by lightning, and looked at it straight away, like a hungry wolf smelling fresh meat, their eyes turned red, their breath became anxious, they looked around, ready to move, An couldn't hold back his minions.

It was a treasure map.

Even fan monks are no exception.

Seeing this, the eight-pocket elder stretched out his hand to take it, but was pressed down by Chen Zhuo, "Why, this is changed to grab it? Didn't you keep saying that you are a decent family?"

The filthy old face of the eight-pocket elder of the beggar gang trembled when he heard the words, "Little brother, even if this thing is given to you, you will not be able to keep it, and you will be killed instead. It is better to let my beggar gang take care of it temporarily, and then hand it over to Chief Qiao, and the danger will be eliminated."

"No! No!"

The sound follows everyone.

Outside the inn, another white-faced man with the appearance of a scholar stepped in.

"Since this thing is extremely dangerous, it should be taken as a surefire way. Leader Qiao is still far away, but there is one person nearby enough to keep this thing."

The eight-pocket elder rolled his eyes, "Who is it?"

The white-faced man waved his folding fan, shook his head and said: "Since you have come to Gusu, why don't you hear about Nan Murong's name?"

"Gusu Murong!"

Seeing that the two sides were at war, Chen Zhuo suddenly said: "No, since this thing is so dangerous, no one can keep it safely, in my opinion, why not just destroy it, and everything will be over."

He didn't know when he had taken the treasure map in his hand.

"No!"

"No!"

"no!"

"Wait a minute!"

……

Several panicked shouts came towards Chen Zhuo from all directions in an instant.

The voice is in the front, and the offensive is in the back.

Xu was afraid that Chen Zhuo would really destroy the treasure map, so several figures came towards him like the wind, turning around like flying, not only attacking Chen Zhuo, but also snatching the treasure map.

"Don't panic, benefactor. The poor monk is Jiumozhi, the Tubo national teacher. He thinks that his strength is not bad. Why don't you let me keep it, and it will be safe."

"Dalun Mingwang? Okay, here you are!"

Chen Zhuo laughed, but shook his hands and threw the treasure map to the eight bag elders of the beggar gang.

The old beggar originally had surprise in his eyes, but he didn't want to be surprised by something, his face turned pale instantly, and Gein turned around in unison for several offensives, and surrounded him.

"What a sinister and vicious boy."

If he takes over at this time, I'm afraid he will become the target of public criticism, and he doesn't know how to die.

Immediately with a strange cry, he flew back.

As soon as he retreated, the others also knew that this thing was dangerous, so they retreated one after another, but the white-faced man grabbed it with his big hand, hovered in the air like a crane, his gray robe bulged, and flew away with his arms.

"Haha, if that's the case, then it's mine."

Hearing the laughter going away, a group of people set off to chase immediately, striding like a frightened swallow, some flew on grass, some walked on water, and their stature was getting higher and higher.

Jiumozhi's shoulders trembled at first, and he was about to go after him, when he suddenly saw Chen Zhuo sitting by the window without moving a muscle, his eyes lit up, and he sat down too.

Chen Zhuo smiled and said, "Why doesn't King Da Lun Ming chase after him?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and stood in front of his chest, "Since the almsgiver has obtained the treasure map, he has already seen the extraordinary skills and techniques hidden in the map, so why should the little monk discard the original and chase after the last."

Chen Zhuo smiled and said: "Finally there is a smart person. Yes, I have indeed read the martial arts on that treasure map. Not only have I seen it, but I have also memorized it. The martial arts on it are also extraordinary. If you succeed in it, you will be invincible in the world!"

Hearing this, Jiumozhi raised his eyes, "What martial arts?"

Chen Zhuo stood up, and asked questions instead of answering: "Since the master is an eminent monk, I think he has a lot of means at his disposal."

Seeing that Jiumozhi didn't respond immediately, Chen Zhuo spoke surprisingly, and Shi Potian said in shock: "Also, I seem to have seen through the secret of ascension in the daytime."

"go!"

Jiumozhi's eyes were wide open, staring at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but grab Chen Zhuo's shoulder, turned around and turned into a shadow, and swept into the depths of the rain.

(End of this chapter)