Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 3 Blood Knife Evil Monk
At the river bank.

For some reason, Li Mochou got into a fight with several warriors dressed as Tibetan monks.

Long Peng didn't mean to intervene, but was a little curious, "Martial nephew, who are those monks?"

Hong Lingbo was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Li Mochou was fighting with someone. After observing for a while, he showed an angry face, "They are lewd monks from the Blood Sword Sect. These smelly monks don't look like monks at all."

Hearing this, Long Peng nodded thoughtfully, "Aren't you going to help?"

"Master didn't..."

"Ling Bo, what are you doing there in a daze?!"

Before Hong Lingbo could finish speaking, when he heard Li Mochou calling her, he trembled in fright, and hurriedly drew the long sword from his waist.

"Master, I'm here to help you!"

Hong Lingbo stepped forward holding his sword, Li Mochou jumped out of the battle circle.

Looking at her relaxed look, Long Peng reckoned that she must have intentionally kept her life alive.

"Junior brother, how is my junior sister doing recently?"

Long Peng retracted his gaze, drank his tea, and muttered, "I haven't been back to the ancient tomb for a long time, and I don't know about sister's current situation."

Li Mochou's lips curled into a smile, and she was about to reply when she saw the battle situation at Hong Lingbo's side, her brows were furrowed.

"Ling Bo, you have to say it several times for the teacher, and the moves need to be flexible. If you can't kill them after thirty moves, I will kill you for the teacher!"

Hearing this, Hong Lingbo continued to confront those blood knife monks with a sad face.

but.

Perhaps because of Li Mochou's words just now, his moves became more and more chaotic, and he actually fell into a disadvantage, with danger everywhere.

"Deadwood!"

Li Mochou yelled angrily, and flicked out several silver needles emitting a chill, only to hear the sound of "咻, 咻——" piercing through the air, and there was no one alive in front of Hong Lingbo.

"Whoosh..."

Panting heavily, Hong Lingbo didn't dare to delay, and immediately ran to the tea stand, half kneeling down.

"My disciple is stupid, please forgive me, Master, I will definitely improve next time."

"If you don't practice well, you can think about it all day long, and you still want to improve your martial arts?"

Seeing that Li Mochou wanted to settle the old score, Hong Lingbo felt very unlucky.

"The disciple realizes his mistake, and the master calms down. The disciple is determined not to be lazy in the future, and will work hard to practice and honor the master."

"Humph!"

Li Mochou snorted coldly, "What are you still doing here, have you forgotten what you ordered before as a teacher?"

Hearing this, Hong Lingbo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed this time.

"Disciple is going to prepare dry food and horses, please wait a moment, Master."

Seeing Hong Lingbo running away as if fleeing, Long Peng smiled hoarsely.

"Senior sister is obviously worried about the safety of her nephew, so why do you have to act so harshly?"

Li Mochou pulled back her sleeves unnaturally, paused for a while, and asked directly, "Speaking of which, I still don't know who hurt my junior brother?"

"Sister wants to know?"

I saw that his face was wrong.

Li Mochou suddenly became interested, "Tell me and listen to it, I'll just listen to something interesting, to relieve my fatigue."

Long Peng tapped the Eight Immortals table lightly with his fingertips, and after thinking about it for a while, he narrated the matter eloquently.

Li Mochou twirled her fingers around her temples, looked at Long Peng with interest, her eyes were full of playfulness and smiles.

"Little Wood, you are really unlucky. When you were young, you were stupid and not very smart. Later, your master used the rules of the Ancient Tomb Sect as an excuse to send him to those hypocrites of the Quanzhen Sect. You never held any grudges." Master?"

Xiaomu was Long Peng's nickname when he was in the ancient tomb.

Long Peng came back to his senses, and gave Li Mochou a complicated look, "Master has his own considerations, and I know what Master's intentions are, so I never felt any resentment."

"You have a big heart."

Li Mochou sneered twice, even disdainful, and said, "From your point of view, are you going to fight the Quanzhen Sect forever?"

"Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill him!"

"Hahaha……"

Li Mochou laughed wantonly, "Senior brother...it's not that I look down on you, it's because your wild words are too funny, I can't help it..."

"Then senior sister is right to listen to the fun, it is also a good thing to smile more."

Li Mochou's smile stopped abruptly, and her expression returned to indifference.

"Junior brother, after I finish dealing with the matter at hand, you follow me back to the ancient tomb."

How could Long Peng not know what her idea was?
"Can you refuse?"

Li Mochou's eyes became colder, "I'm thinking about the friendship of the same school, I don't want to do anything, I hope you know how to behave, junior brother."

Looking at Li Mochou, who had a lingering evil spirit in his brows, Long Peng was a little stunned for a moment.

When I was young.

Maid Lin often retreats, and Grandma Sun is getting old, so most of Long Peng and Xiao Long Nu are taken care of by Li Mochou.

Long Peng was stupid when he was young, and it was much harder to take care of than Xiao Longnv.

Although Li Mochou talked about being troublesome and annoying, she still did her best and did not give up on her challenge.

She at that time.

She is gentle, kind-hearted, and a very nice woman.

"Senior Sister... I heard from Sister that before the death of Master, he still missed you and expelled you from the ancient tomb because he felt that your temperament is not suitable for the ancient tomb. Moreover, it is also because the "Jade Heart Sutra" was passed on to Sister..."

"enough!"

Li Mochou suddenly said, staring at Long Peng, "I am not as good as my junior sister, does the master really think that I don't know?!"

"Senior sister, you really misunderstood Master, Master she..."

click bang——

"To shut up!"

Li Mochou slapped the tea table with her palm, her towering chest fluctuated, "Get lost."

"Sister..."

"roll!"

Long Peng's throat squirmed, he hesitated to speak, and after a long sigh, he stood up.

"Grandma is getting old, and her health is not good, and she will be less when I see her in the future. I am thinking about going back to the ancient tomb to visit her old man. Before I leave, my junior brother will go to Chixia Village to visit my senior sister..."

"Senior sister, take care."

The young man gradually drifted away, and the shadow was stretched very long by the setting sun until it disappeared.

Li Mochou nodded and remained silent.

The shattered light fell on half of her cheeks through the signboard, her brows and eyes were stretched, and her whole person seemed to be softer.

soon.

"Master, I'm back!"

Hong Lingbo came back with the two horses, sat down on the bench, drank a bowl of tea, wiped the sweat on his sleeves, looked around, "Huh... Where's the little uncle?"

Li Mochou didn't reply, she mounted lightly and urged, "Let's go!"

"Master, don't wait for my little master..."

"Just leave as soon as I tell you, where did all this nonsense come from!"

Hong Lingbo's heart trembled, he calmed down immediately, and followed Li Mochou to the east.

The setting sun is like blood on the west mountain.

The breeze blows slowly, and the rustling sound of the bamboo forest is very pleasant.

Long Peng suddenly stopped, and said coldly, "After following for so long, why don't you come out?"

call--

The wind brushed my cheeks, which was very comfortable.

Long Peng reached out and broke a bamboo stick, and suddenly swept it towards the bushes beside the road, making a shrill whistling sound.

"Damn it, I let you, a brat, see it!"

A well-known big monk came out cursing.

——Blood Knife Gate, Baoxiang.

This treasure elephant has a fleshy face and a beard on both cheeks. It looks very vicious. He has a monk's robe around his waist, revealing half of his chest, and the big knife in his hand is pointing directly at the dragon's face.

"Little brat, hurry up, kneel down and admit defeat, and catch him without a fight. I'm in a good mood to spare your life."

Seeing the true energy attached to the big knife in the precious elephant's hand, Long Peng's sword eyebrows shrunk slightly, he felt that it was very difficult, and also felt that he was indeed as Li Mochou said.

Some... unlucky.

(End of this chapter)