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Chapter 307 The Idle People in the Black City 7

Chapter 307 The Idle People in the Black City 7

The setting sun sinks resolutely, regardless of the cloud's retention, leaving only a touch of gorgeous red, playing a song of the setting sun like blood.

When Zhang Sanfeng accepted Chen Donger as a closed disciple, he once said: "Jianghu is not a happy place. Once you step into it, it is difficult to get out. You have a predestined relationship with the old Tao, and the old Tao also has the heart to stay in this Jianghu. Stay upright, I hope you will not forget your original intention."

At that time, Chen Dong'er was just a little beggar hanging out in Chenjiagou, with no food and clothing, and he didn't know where he was after eating.

Chen Dong'er has always been envious of those high-ranking quacks in the martial arts world, thinking that they are truly capable people who act chivalrously and fight against the strong and help the weak.So I have always been puzzled by Zhang Sanfeng's sigh, but I still keep it in my heart.

Now his master is no longer in this world, and he was handed over to Xuan Cong. It was the first time he went down the mountain and wanted to be a hero in his heart, but the first person he rescued made him a little sad. Also confused.

I took a risk to save that man, why did he knock himself out, and then run away without a word?Chen Dong'er thought about this question for three days and still couldn't come up with an answer.

The cold wind intruded suddenly, and it was Xuan Cong who held a bowl of plain noodles in his hand, opened the curtain and walked in, looked at Chen Donger who was staring at the candlestick in a daze, and smiled slightly: "Why, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Grandpa, master nephew." Chen Dong'er got up and called out, and nodded a little embarrassedly: "Well, I still don't understand."

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, think about it slowly if you don't want to understand it. There are some truths that cannot be explained clearly. Only when you slowly realize it yourself, others can't explain much." Putting down the noodle bowl: "Come on, eat, it's still a long time, don't starve yourself."

"Oh." Chen Dong'er sat down, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodle bowl, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

Xuan Cong on the side also sat down, looked kindly at the uncle who the master had found for him from nowhere, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Excellent martial arts talent, even more rare is the heart of a child. Given time, the future is sure to be limitless, but it is a pity that he is still too immature and does not know the dangers of people. No matter how advanced the martial arts is, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear the foundation of Wudang. Maybe he will be older in the future , Can you grow a lot with more experience?I don't know if I can wait or not.

Thinking of this, Xuan Cong suddenly froze, startled by his unreasonable despondency, he is only sixty-two now, and there should be no problem in living another ten years, how can he not afford to wait?Xuan Cong shook his head and laughed.

Chen Dong'er raised her head from the noodle bowl at this time, seeing Xuan Cong's expression changing, she couldn't help but wondered: "Grandpa, master nephew, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Xuan Cong shook his head, not wanting to explain.But after thinking about it, he still said: "This time, the three religions and seven sects joined hands to attack Guangmingding. In fact, the chances of winning are not much. It is all because of a resentment in my heart, and I want to avenge the unwarranted revenge of Shaoshi Mountain. I thought that With all of us united, we won’t fall too far behind. I didn’t expect that even the leaders of our three sects and seven sects would have their own plans if others didn’t tell me.”

"Is the master nephew grandpa referring to the false action of the Shaolin sect leading the team this time?" Chen Donger asked, "Did he make you angry again?"

"Sigh." Xuan Cong sighed, then shook his head again: "I'm not angry, but I just can't figure it out. I don't know what that old guy Lingxin thinks, but let a junior of the Xu family lead the team."

This time the Three Religions and Seven Sects besieged Guangmingding, and each of the sects sent out their masters. It can't be said that they came out with all their strength, but there are indeed more than half of the forces in the sect.Taking Wudang as an example, Xuan Cong himself, the head of the sect, went down the mountain in person. Others like Tang Sansheng of the Tang Sect and Yue Songting of Huashan also brought several elders and hundreds of disciples. The real teacher was unable to come because of serious injuries, but there was also the acting head teacher Hui Kong, who was the leader of the three religions and seven sects. Now there are only two people missing, one is Shaolin Lingxin, and the other is Dongfang Yu of the Demon Sword Gate.

Dongfang Yu is said to have made a mistake in the palace, and is in a death pass. This reason is justified. The magic knife technique is known to be weird and inexplicable, and it is normal for something to go wrong, and everyone understands it.But Lingxin only gave a reason that the temple is busy, and I don't know what it is.

But it is not like Shaolin's vain response this time. After all, although the spirit heart did not come, Shaolin sent four first elders of the spirit generation and six hundred Dharma monks at a time. The hard power has surpassed any other faction. , I don’t know why but let a little-known fake person do the talking, it’s really incredible.

At [-] o'clock, except for the wind blowing and shaking the trees, in the camp of the Shaolin sect, the candles flickered in a tent, and the sound of chanting sutras reverberated.

"Ding" a crisp copper bell sounded, and the monk's homework came to an abrupt end.

"So I heard it? The sutra feast of the World Honored One is really as recorded in the Vajra Palace?" The ghost-masked man held a small copper bell in his hand and appeared in front of the monk again.

"I don't believe it, I just have nothing to do, just want to play." Xu Xing opened his eyes, looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, and the sandalwood beads in his hand stopped: "Where did the benefactor come from? Where does he want to go?" ?”

"Have you forgotten the rules of the Yanyu Building? Follow orders and do things, don't ask too much." The ghost-masked man's eyes showed a strange look: "The landlord has ordered that this time the three religions and seven sects besieged Guangmingding. Yingchou Gorge. At that time, there will be a place with a red flag on the side of the road..."

"Where did the benefactor come from? Where does he want to go?" Xu Xing asked for the second time, interrupting the ghost-masked man's eloquence.

The ghost-masked man fell silent, just looked at Xu Xing coldly.

"Amitabha." Xu Xing clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "The benefactor didn't understand, so the poor monk can ask to understand. Is the benefactor from Dongchang or Yanyulou? Is this order issued by the factory owner, or Is it what the landlord said? Please tell the benefactor frankly."

"Is there a difference?" The ghost-masked man's playful laughter suddenly came from under the mask: "The brass bell in my hand can't prove my identity?"

"Yes." Xu Xing nodded: "Seeing this copper bell, the poor monk should not ask cause and effect, and obey orders."

"Then why are you asking so much?"

"Ask more, in order to be able to do more." Xu Xing replied lightly.

"What more can you do? What do you want?"

"With the current status of the poor monk, an old case with unclear reasons can no longer affect the poor monk. The relationship between Yanyulou and the poor monk should naturally be terminated. The poor monk does not want to be a shady killer all his life. So I want to climb another tree."

"I know that you have been selected as the next abbot of Shaolin Temple, but even if there is no evidence, you can't bear the reputation of committing suicide, right?"

"Shaolin Temple was never what the poor monk wanted, and the poor monk didn't care about reputation. The benefactor was wrong."

"Then what do you want?"

"The poor monk wants to destroy the Shaolin Temple."

"Wait for you to take over as host..."

"The poor monk doesn't want to wait, it's too long."

"It's up to you now..."

"Of course the poor monk alone won't work, so the poor monk asked the benefactor again, is the benefactor from Dongchang, or Yanyulou?"

"Yanyu Building is originally under the jurisdiction of Dongchang, so what's the difference?" The ghost-masked man slowly lowered his mask, revealing an ugly dog ​​face: "Our family is the second stall of Dongchang, Gou Xiaoyun."

　Thank you for the monthly pass and recommendation ticket from the official family of "Give me the game", and thank you for the recommendations of the five officials of "Never read genuine novels", "Lan Yu", "You Ming 灬 Xiao Hanfeng", "Mr. Tickets, and thanks to Lord "Shadow Wing" for his comments and support, above, Maoer is very grateful Orz

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