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Next, the monk played a set of boxing skills in front of him. It attracted people around him to watch the excitement. They thought it was someone doing a show, applauded and cheered, and someone touched the copper plate.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Lu Wuming looked bad and looked at the fat monk warily. However, after the other party finished punching, he did not act more aggressively. Instead, he asked Lu Zhui again: "The son is willing to help me now, right?"

Lu Zhui still shook his head, very decisive.

The monk was surprised: "Why?"

Why can this be? I can promise you that it's hell. Lu Zhui dragged Lu Wuming past the monk and squeezed out of the crowd, in a hurry. The monk originally wanted to chase, but he stepped out but stopped again. After thinking about it, he turned and hurried in the opposite direction.

After confirming that the other party hadn't followed, Lu Zhui stopped and asked, "What do you think?"

Lu Wuming said: "Looks crazy, his mouth is upside down, but his martial arts is not weak."

"I haven't heard of such a person in the rivers and lakes before." Lu chased, "Could it be that he came to us on purpose?"

"It's hard to tell for now." Lu Wuming shook his head, planning to ask Cao Xu, maybe he might get some clues.

The newly-purchased mansion is located in the west of the city. The courtyard is equipped with a weapon rack and people come and go, which is a bit like a martial arts guard.

Lu Wuming said, "Thanks for your hard work."

"What are you talking about?" Cao Xu ordered his servants to come in with tea. "If it weren't for the sect master to take action at the beginning, I'm afraid I would have already died of unfaithfulness. Where can I live a stable life now."

Lu Chai fumbled behind his ears for a moment, and tore off the mask. In front of his family, he had never liked wearing this stuff, it was thick and stuffy.

Cao Xu is concerned: "The complexion of the son is a little worse than when he first came. He had already said that it is better to live in this mansion, but he has to go to the cave."

"I'm okay, the cave is quite comfortable." Lu Zhui rubbed his cheeks, said the strange thing he had just encountered in the market, and asked, "Uncle Cao knows that monk?"

"Is there anything else?" Cao Xuqi said, "It sounds like your head is not sober, isn't it a lunatic?"

"There was no rumors about him in the city before?" Lu Zhui put down his teacup.

Cao Xu said, "It's really not there. I have inquired about everything in this city once I came here. There is nothing unusual, and I have never heard of monks blocking the street."

Lu Chai frowned slightly.

Cao Xu said, "Don't worry, my son, I will send someone to investigate. As long as the monk is still in the city, I can say anything."

Lu Chai nodded: "There is Uncle Cao."

"The sect master came to see me specially this time, should something happen too?" Cao Xuduan gave him a cup of tea.

Lu Wuming said, "Not far from here, there is an immortal mountain with things buried underground."

"What is it?" Cao Xu was really interested.

"I guess it's the underground palace." Lu Wuming said, "The appearance is extremely hard, the cold is looming, and even in the middle of the night, you can hear the tragic song."

The first two sentences are okay, but the latter one is somewhat haunted. Cao Xu tentatively: "The master meant that I took people to dig the underground palace?"

"The underground palace and the Mingyue Tomb are inextricably linked, I'm afraid that the same organ is heavily involved." Lu Wuming said, "Be careful."

Cao Xu nodded: "Subordinates understand."

During dinner, the city became more and more heated. Lu Chai sat on the roof with his knees hugged, staring at the lights and the crowd in the distance. His white clothes were blown by the wind, and he was quite lonely and cold.

But only those who know him well know that he actually has a worldly and gentle heart, which makes people love and love him.

A street vendor cooked a fragrant midnight snack. A big monk held a rosary and went all the way. Some people recognized him as a master doing art in the day and applauded him for another session. The little dolls rushed over, squeezing the big monk, and finally got rid of the crowd and arrived at a temporary residence.

It is a rather grand temple, with strong incense. After returning to the backyard guest room, the great monk sat down on the side of the bed, seemingly sad.

In the tomb of Mingyue, empty and wonderfully ate and drank, and slept for a whole day, before sitting up with a yawn, and asking Xiao Lan, "Can the medicine to disperse bats have been studied?"

"It is estimated that tomorrow." Xiao Lan held a sign in his hand, "Since the Pharmacist has agreed to me, he should be able to do it."

Kongkong Miaoshou sat opposite him and glanced at the sign: "Why are you still reading."

Xiao Lan looked at him, "What does this lottery mean after all?"

I said it. Kongkong coughed twice, and this time I found a more elegant statement: "It means that someone in your house wants to go out of the wall, the kind of red apricot out of the wall."

Xiao Lan said: "Nonsense."

"I don't know about that, but all the records of this divination technique have been extremely accurate since ancient times." Kongkong said with a clever hand. "If you don't believe me, take this bamboo stick and ask Lu Mingyu, he should also be able to understand it."

"I asked what happened." Xiao Lan threw the signature back on the table, "Senior hasn't answered me yet, why are you trapped in the institution alone."

Kongkong Miaoshou secretly cried out, why do you still remember this. But he looked quite unhappy, as if the rain was coming, and he couldn't be perfunctory anymore, so he had to hum and harp around and give the reason roughly. He knew that there must be more secrets hidden in Mrs. Bai Yu's tomb. He originally wanted to take a peek at it, but he didn't expect that by coincidence, he would be involved in the organ.

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to find those murals and iron tigers." After Kongkong finished speaking, he quickly justified himself.

Xiao Lan said: "Let's not take this as an example."

Kongkong Miaoshou promised: "You have the final say."

As for the mural, Xiao Lan didn't rush to investigate it. Tomorrow, after dispersing the bat colony, he would take someone to search it again, not in a hurry. So he just went to the Madam Bai Yu's tomb again and saw that everything was intact, so he drove out of the Mingyue Tomb.

Kongkong Miaoshou followed.

The place Xiao Lan was going to was naturally the back mountain, but this time he didn't see Lu Zhui.

Empty hand: "..."

A Liu explained: "Grandpa and Dad went to Yangzhi City, and the Cao Clan Leader was there."

"The poisonous body has not healed, so what to do in Yangzhi City." Xiao Lan had a headache.

"Yeah, we said the same, but Dad doesn't listen, he has to go out to relax." A Liu spread his hands, expressing that he was also helpless.

Xiao Lan took a deep breath.

Kongkong Miaoshou thought of the signature again, and said it a long time ago.

Xiao Lan turned on his horse and galloped outside the mountain under the moonlight.

He knew that he was a little willful in this move, but he didn't want to curb this willfulness. Doing business in the daytime, taking out the time to sleep at night, and seeing the person you like is not considered a dereliction of duty.

Kongkong Miaoshou chased after him, but he regretted it a little. If he knew that, he couldn't understand the sign and let him go out of the wall. As long as he can hold his grandson, what else matters.

In the early morning in Yangzhi City, there was white mist lingering, cold and damp, and it was necessary to rely on the steaming early stalls to dispel the cold.

Lu Zhui still turned into an ordinary scholar. At this moment, he was standing in front of a stall waiting for the oil cake to be fried out of the pot. He woke up early and had nothing to do. He had eaten half a street.

Xiao Lan patted him on the shoulder.

Lu Chai looked back.

...

Lu Zhui wondered why he could recognize this person at a glance every time he changed his face, and he kept Mingyue's tomb waiting. What did he run here for?

After thinking about it, he asked, "Do you eat sugar cake?"

Xiao Lan smiled: "Eat."

Lu Chai took out the copper plate and bought one, which was wrapped in brown sugar. He planned to take a bite to taste it first, and then gave him the rest. It's just that there is no time to bite, but there is already Amitabha Buddha stepping forward and clasping his hands together: "This young man seems to be more handsome than yesterday."

Lu Zhui: "..."

Xiao Lan: "..."

The great monk continued: "Do you really want this good marriage?"

Lu Zhui said sincerely, "If you are beaten, then I will definitely not help."

The monk said: "Huh?"

Lu Zhui said, "Farewell."

"My son, my son!" The great monk followed with dog skin plasters.

Xiao Lan wanted to stop him, but Lu Zhui winked secretly, and had to dispel the thought.

Seeing the monk's entanglement, Lu Zhui said sorrowfully: "I have a fierce wife in my family, and where did you get a good marriage? This master, you really admit the wrong person."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Fierce wife?

The monk insisted: "It's better for me to punch the son again."

Lu Zhui turned the purse over and showed him it, and clinked.

The great monk said: "You don't need money for this favor, you just do it."

Lu Zhui was shocked by what he took of course.

The great monk seized the time and punched a set of punches. This time the speed was faster. Before the people could gather in the future, he had already finished recruiting and his eyes were full of expectation.

Lu Chai turned around and left.

Great monk: "..."

The empty hand in the dark came with spirit.

This great monk's boxing techniques seem to be familiar, but I have only seen it a few days ago-in the secret passage of Mrs. Baiyu's tomb, there is a set of boxing techniques on the mural, which is performed by the dancers one by one, right for fun.

He took Xiao Lan and followed decisively.

The great monk seemed to be unaware that someone was following him. He only went around in the alley to find Lu Chai, but he hadn't seen a figure for a long time. After he was sure he had been dumped again, he was still quite sad. He touched his bald head and wanted to turn around and leave.

A dagger fell silently against his neck.

...

The big monk's head was stiff, and he looked at the cold young man in front of him.

"The master." Xiao Lan said, "Let me take a trip."

The great monk said with difficulty: "In broad daylight, why did the donor kidnap me a monk?"

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Seeing that the master punches well, I want to tie it back and do an art."

Great monk: "..."

Xiao Lan struck a hand knife on the side of his neck and knocked him out cleanly.

Kongkong Miaoshou shook open a strangely huge pocket, stuffed the big monk into it, and tied another knot.

Lu Zhui squatted on the wall of a family's courtyard, watching the excitement while eating sweets.

Xiao Lan stretched out his hand: "Come down, I will catch you."

Lu Chai smiled and jumped into his arms and fed the remaining half of the sugar cake.

It's not tasty, you eat.