Reborn as Tianlong, I, Qiao Feng, am invincible

Although Bao Wei and the others were very angry, when they thought of Duan Yu's skills, they also forcibly endured their anger, telling themselves that it was okay, they would be separated in a while anyway, and it would be good to endure it for a while.

"Brother Bao, where's my cousin?" Wang

Yuyan anxiously asked about Murong Fu's whereabouts.

Bao Wei's face is better looking, Miss Wang has a deep affection for her son-in-law, how can a hairy boy compare?"

"The beggar helped Ma Dayuan die, but he died from his own throat gripper, and now the son-in-law is also going out to investigate, and we don't know where he went." "

Ma Dayuan is dead?!"

Duan Yu was shocked in his heart, isn't it Wang Jiantong?

I don't know what happened to my eldest brother!

"What can I do about this, now my cousin is surrounded by enemies?"

As she spoke, Wang Yuyan became worried, lowering her head and not knowing what she was thinking.

"Miss Wang, don't worry about it first, at the seventh beggar gang meeting in early February, I think Gongzi will pass, let's go there to find it, we will definitely find it!"

Bao Wei persuaded him, and said, "Besides, Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian are both following Gongzi, so nothing should happen." "

That's right, the group of stinky beggars in the beggar gang wronged the young master, and that northern beggar Qiao Feng, I have long wanted to see it!" After

saying this, the storm evil felt cold behind him, as if he was being stared at by something, and when he looked back, it was Duan Yu, looking at himself with a dead man's look.

It's really a damn guy, just this bullshit martial arts, he can't even parry his own tricks and a half, and he still wants to challenge his eldest brother, it's really a toilet light - looking for death

!" "Then let's go quickly!" Wang

Yuyan also said.

Bao Wei looked at Duan Yu, "Duan Gongzi, now we are going to the Beggar Gang Conference, I don't know you?" "Oh, such a coincidence, I am also going to the Beggar Gang Conference, why don't we be together, Miss Wang!"

Duan Yu

looked at Wang Yuyan and smiled.

Bao Wei was as uncomfortable as eating, so he had to nod, "If it's really fate, then let's go together!"

I couldn't help but curse in my heart, it was really a dog skin plaster, and I couldn't shake it off.

Now I have to take Duan Yu and them to the beggar gang conference together.

.........

"Qiao Feng greets Master!" Looking

at Xuan Ku, Qiao Feng kowtowed respectfully.

"Good boy, now you are temporarily acting as the leader of the beggar gang, and it is not in vain that the teacher teaches you.

Xuan Ku touched Qiao Feng's head and smiled with relief.

I haven't seen him for many years, and my beard has turned white.

"No matter when Feng'er arrives, he will never forget the master, it is the master who teaches the apprentices martial arts every day, rain or shine.

Qiao Feng looked at Xuan Ku, and sighed very much in his heart.

"Okay, you can't come to Shaolin just to see a bad old man as a teacher. As

he spoke, Xuan Ku laughed.

"The apprentice came here this time to visit Master and Daddy, and there was nothing else to think about. Saying that, Qiao Feng said, "Recently, I have been busy with affairs, I don't know when I will see you, you must eat well and live a long life."

"You kid, Master knows. Although Xuan Ku was a little inexplicable, he still agreed.

After talking to Master Xuanku, Qiao Feng came out of the house, facing a little monk holding a bundle of firewood, muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, but he couldn't see the road clearly, and if he was careless, he slipped under his feet and was about to fall to the ground.

Qiao Feng used an internal force in his hand to straighten him.

"Thank you, donor!" the

little monk also hurriedly bowed to Qiao Feng and thanked him.

Only then did Qiao Feng see the appearance of this little monk clearly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, upturned nostrils, ears and thick lips, it was really... Suddenly

, Qiao Feng's heart moved, "Dare to ask what is the name of this little master?"

"The name of the little monk is Xuzhu!"

Sure enough

, Qiao Feng nodded clearly, "When the little master carries firewood, he does not forget to recite the Buddhist scriptures, and he will definitely become a high-ranking monk one day." "

The donor is overrated. Xuzhu hurriedly waved his hand, "The little monk is the worst compared to other senior brothers, how can he become a high monk?"

Qiao Feng smiled, "Is it happy for the little master to live like this?"

"This is natural. Xuzhu said with satisfaction, "The little monk drums and bells every day, recites sutras with his senior brothers, and practices martial arts with his master, and he has a very fulfilling life every day." "

Hmm. Qiao Feng nodded, "I still hope that the little master, don't lose your heart, chant the scriptures all the time, he will always be by the Buddha's side one day."

"Amitabha, the little monk thanked the donor!" After

speaking, Xuzhu held the firewood again and walked into the distance.

Qiao Feng looked at his back and shook his head gently

, "Maybe this is his best destination, the ups and downs are a

lifetime, and the plain is also a lifetime!" Saying that, Qiao Feng walked towards the library pavilion, this time he came for another purpose, that is, to see how the dark disease in his father's body was, and by the way, to see the legendary extremely mysterious sweeping monk.

Thinking like this, he paced all the way to the Scripture Pavilion.

"Amitabha!" Qiao Feng said to the two warrior monks guarding the attic, "Two masters, I want to read the scriptures, I don't know if the master can..."

"This is the scripture in my temple, donor, please take a look!"

After speaking, like a wooden man, he stood beside Qiao Feng and stopped talking.

Qiao Feng also understood that he was just worried that he would enter the interior to learn martial arts, and at the moment he had to endure and look at the scriptures.

It wasn't until after watching for a long time that there was a sudden sound of rustling and sweeping the floor in the pavilion.

Qiao Feng was a little sleepy, but then he suddenly cheered up, did he come?

After a while, a figure appeared, wearing a gray monk's robe, very shabby, holding a big broom in his hand, slowly sweeping the ground.

"Dare to ask Master, who is this person...?"

Qiao Feng asked as he looked at the monk next to him.

"This is the monk who is responsible for cleaning the scripture pavilion, and he is very old. "

This monk didn't ask about any confidential matters in the temple, and he told Qiao Feng directly.

"I see!" Qiao Feng put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand and walked towards

the sweeping monk, "I've seen the old master!" "Amitabha! The old monk is just an old monk who swept the floor in the temple, where can he be worthy of the benefactor's 'old master'?!"

I saw that the sweeping monk stood aside with the broom in his hand and saluted Qiao Feng.

"Seeing

the master today, Qiao Feng has a question in his heart, I wonder if the master can answer it?" "The donor says it's okay, the old man must know everything!" "I don't know

how much the master knows about the martial arts?" Qiao Feng asked with a sincere expression, "Qiao is above the martial arts, there is no end in sight, he is confused, and he wants to ask the master to answer for the juniors!"