"He is also a good boy?"

Tu Shanjun looked at Granny Qing who was holding a long staff with a half-smile.

Although he is an ordinary child, Tushanjun spends most of his time practicing, and he is the oldest among everyone present in terms of age.

It's just that he doesn't have a deep understanding of the passage of time. Sometimes it takes more than ten or twenty years just to study and evolve a technique, which is considered half of the life of ordinary people.

And he still is.

Sometimes as long as you don't see yourself getting older, you will never feel old.

Grandma Qing shook her head and said, "You should go find your old age first."

But this has already happened and the tall monk in black robes cannot be blamed.

As he spoke, surprise flashed across his eyes.

She remembered that the last time she saw Tu Shanjun, he was just a very capable Qigong practitioner.

Now when I look at it, I can see that there is still the aura of a Qi practitioner, it is clearly a foundation-building inspiration.

In just a few days, can a monk break through to the foundation level?

able.

But it shouldn't be so quiet.

Granny Qing took a deep look at Tu Shanjun. She originally thought that this person was quite mysterious, and she was afraid that he might have a lot of secrets. Looking at it again, even that person's cultivation became unfathomable.

Even she thought that the first qi practitioner was just practicing qi, but she didn't expect that he was hiding his cultivation.

Even she can't see it.

Just like the Qi-training body in the past, this foundation-building soul still made Xu Sanniang feel familiar yet strange.

It's as if the person is still the same person, but the breath and temperament are slightly different. However, such a small difference makes each of the clones appear to be different. If they are familiar monks, they will be able to distinguish them easily.

"Where is the thin monkey?" Tushanjun looked at Dingshan who was pierced by the steel needle.

"The puppet carriage in the backyard."

"We haven't had time to transport them to the airport yet."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly. The black and red steel needle that pierced the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang, Ding Shan, was still not withdrawn. Instead, the dozen or so big men collapsed on the ground. The black and red silk threads between their eyebrows were like feather clothes and tails.

It is like a misty figure hanging on the side of the body, attached to the Taoist robe, making the dark black Taoist robe a little scarlet.

When Tu Shanjun walked to the door, he paused slightly but said nothing.

As an outsider, he came against the current, so it was really not easy for him to disturb the peace that belonged to them.

As long as you don't go too far, he doesn't really care.

It's just that sometimes if he abides by the rules, others may not do the same.

If you encounter someone who doesn't keep your guard, you don't mind inviting them to a fight.

Invite them to join the flags.

…

Shouhou now feels extremely regretful. He should not have believed in the words of the Sick Tiger Gang.

But as a child, he obviously had no ability to resist.

He didn't even have the ability to die with one of them. As a child, he could only drift with the crowd. Now he finally realizes the sense of security that home brings him.

"Xiaoya, Erdan, dog head, flat mouth, black boy... sister, uncle tiger." The thin monkey in the sack shed tears.

Through the sack, he could feel the coldness of the carriage deck. When the carriage started and took them to the airport, once the spirit boat started, he would no longer be able to find his way home.

"toil!"

The sliding door of the carriage was wide open.

The sound of heavy footsteps followed.

Until the light comes.

Stinging to the eyes.

The thin monkey opened his eyes with difficulty.

What caught his eye was a tall figure, and next to that tall figure, a familiar face with an oval face.

"Sister!"

When I untied the rope from my body, I inevitably threw myself into my sister's arms and wiped my tears.

Shouhou never expected that Sister A and Uncle Hu would really come to save him.

He once swore to Fatty Wang and the others that Uncle Tiger would definitely come, but later even he himself half-believed it, what if Uncle Tiger's cultivation level was not high enough, what if Uncle Tiger couldn't find a place, what if...

Fortunately, there is no chance.

Also rescued were many acquaintances from the Slender Monkey School.

But people are definitely not just here in carriages.

"I'm going back to the main hall to do something." Tu Shanjun looked at Xu Sanniang and nodded.

Xu Sanniang quickly grabbed Tu Shanjun. After spending time together, she had seen Tu Shanjun's ability to act. He was used to speaking lightly in a few words, and then someone died.

Dead people are not good after all.

"Brother Tushan, we don't need to worry about this matter. Mother-in-law will take over."

Those children transported to the airport warehouse will also be rescued by Granny Qing.

The implication is that with Granny Qing taking care of it, Tushanjun no longer needs to be involved in danger.

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "With such a large scale, the people behind the scenes may be more powerful than we thought."

The iron boots that took the step continued before they even landed: "Your cultivation is too weak. How can you protect yourself in this turbulent world? Even if it all depends on me, I can exert the power..."

Did not continue to speak.

Some things are just a click away.

Xu Sanniang was silent for a while. She might be weighing things up or thinking about the way forward. In short, she truly saw that power brings convenience.

She no longer has to follow the crowd, compromise, or live in a way she doesn't want to. All of this starts with her getting that spiritual treasure.

…

Return to the main hall.

Tu Shanjun sat down calmly.

Everyone's expressions were extremely different, but none of them seemed to have mentioned it first as if it was hard to say.

It wasn't until Tushanjun's eyes passed by that Grandma Qing said, "He doesn't speak harshly, and he made everything clear, but there is one thing that has entered our ears, but it is not so easy to get rid of."

As soon as Grandma Qing said this, the expressions of the cultivators who followed her changed dramatically.

They seemed to have heard some scary story, or they were experiencing it themselves.

Fortunately, everyone was a good guy. Even though the corners of his mouth were twitching, he was sweating profusely, and his calves were trembling, no one opened his teeth first and said anything disappointing.

"Dingshan is dead!" one of them sighed.

"We're in trouble too."

Another person snorted coldly.

Immediately, they looked coldly at the tall monk in black robes. The monk's methods were very clever, and even they couldn't understand his moves and stops. In addition, Granny Qing was the talker in the city, so they shouldn't have any worries.

However, now everyone looks solemn and worried.

"Really?" Tu Shanjun responded in a nonchalant manner, and then looked at the remaining three people in the hall.

They are the three leaders of the Sick Tiger Gang, Dingshan, the second leader, and He Shuli.

He clearly saw the panic in Dingshan's eyes and the joy of the scene before him, as if he deliberately leaked the news to everyone.

"organize!"

The two words fell, weighing more than a thousand catties.

It left everyone breathless.

Surprise flashed across Tu Shanjun's face, and he asked with some surprise: "Organization?"

“The strength of the organization is extraordinary.”

"They arrest the children just to send them to the organization."

"good."

"It is said that someone once attacked the branch of the organization, causing heavy casualties to the organization, and then the children were gathered."

Grandma Qing said: "Don't think that the attack on the branch means that the organization is not strong enough. In fact, the Sick Tiger Gang is just one of its minions and does not even have the strength to join the organization."

"That makes sense." Tu Shanjun nodded.
To be continued...