"This person is interesting. Some experiences match me, Lao Sun." Sun Wukong yawned a long time and said happily.

"I've been delayed for so long, so Master won't leave by himself, right? If that's true, then I..."

Sun Wukong said to himself, stopped talking, and thought for a while, then grinned, and said with a smile: "If you leave, you will leave. Anyway, my mind and experience are very comfortable now. When I am old Sun is comfortable enough, I will chase them, or I won't go."

After saying that, he laughed happily, smiling like a monkey.

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There are not many stories about Purple Gourd Wuchen. Because he admired the thief for no reason when he was a child, he thought that the thief was chivalrous, so he later went to the southern strongman regardless of whether he was careless.

Because Wuchen was very smart and had many strategies, it was difficult for people to see their minds, so people couldn't help but ask him what the hell was selling in the gourd. So he called him "Purple Gourd".

Since then, the three of them have speculated, experienced the world, and understood it thoroughly, and then they have escaped from this world and come to Luomu Temple in Hezu Mountain in the east to become a Taoist.

The name of the Six Path Immortal Tang Li was called here because he was once difficult to practice the three paths and the six senses were not purified. Now he vowed that the six senses should be thoroughly purified. Therefore, he was long-term and ridiculed by the outside world as the "Six Way Immortal".

After Luo Mu'an, the three of them devoted themselves to practicing. As the saying goes, they can realize their enlightenment and open their eyes to break through the world.

During this period, the three of them worked together to study a set of kung fu, called "Worrying to Lost the Magical Art". Later, many people in the martial arts world came to Luomu'an to compete, but they could be convinced as much as they came. Since then, they have been shocked and enjoyed the reputation of the martial arts world.

There is a sycamore tree growing in Luomu Temple, facing the door, which is blocking the eyes of the visitor, but this tree can make everyone who sees it naturally feels like a sigh, because it is natural, and the tree has no skin, but it is still tall and tall, which is so magical.

Zhong Ling was playing with a rusty iron sword in the yard, which was evident.

At this time, a person walked into the gate, not a stranger, but Huang Chengyi, the head of the Qingfeng Sect.

Huang Chengyi walked towards Zhong Ling with a hollowed-out nanmu box very politely, walked forward, bowed and said respectfully: "Brother Zhong, how are you doing lately?"

Zhong Ling stopped his tricks and swung his sword. He happened to fall into the weapon rack a few meters away. He bowed his hand casually and replied: "Brother Huang is worried about it. Zhong's three meals a day is not bad for one cent. He eats more and sleeps more. He has become accustomed to his own problems over the years, and is afraid that he will know more."

Huang Chengyi put the box in his hand under his feet and said with a smile: "Brother Zhong is so joking, it can be seen that his mentality is much better than before. Huang's arrival this time was nothing. He just Nian brother Zhong, Brother Tang and my brother Wuchen, is it feasible to talk about the past?"

Zhong Ling thought for a moment, his eyes flashed sharply, and he said, "What a reminiscence, I will rush you later, please come in the room."

Huang Chengyi smiled and said, "Brother Zhong is funny, okay, chatting in the house is much more comfortable than chatting outside." As he said that, he lifted the wooden box and walked into the main hall of Luomu'an with Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling ignored the politeness and said arrogantly: "There is no tea, there is too much water. If you are thirsty, just scoop a few scoops in the jar and drink it." As he said that, he pointed to the scoop on the table.

Huang Chengyi smiled and said, "Mr. Huang is not a guest, he is his own family. Brother Zhong is too polite." As he said that, he picked up the scoop on the table, walked to the urn and scooped a few scoops, and poured them hard.

Zhong Ling joked: "No matter how sweet the mountain spring water is, you can't drink too much, otherwise it will make you feel bad and your intestines rot."

Huang Chengyi paid attention to Zhong Ling's words, but did not swallow a sip of water, and held it in his throat, coughed for a while, and said, "Brother Zhong, I'm not a thief, why are you so good at guarding you? Do you still care about the competition that happened several years ago? If this is the case, I will just think I lose."

Zhong Ling said: "I, Zhong, is not stingy. I don't care much about my martial arts status. I should just be too sloppy and I will never admit it."

Just as Huang Chengyi and Zhong Ling were talking low, Tang Li and Wuchen walked out of the door.

Wu Chen laughed and shouted, "I said why did you smell a strange smell? It turned out that he was the famous leader of the Qingfeng Sect in the world. This is so trembling." As he said that, he bowed to Huang Chengyi.

Huang Chengyi smiled and replied, "Brother Wuchen, don't be ashamed to me, both of them are my own brothers, they usually speak, they usually speak."

Wu Chen smiled and said, "Haha~~~, kidding, how are Brother Huang doing recently?"

Huang Chengyi replied: "Everything is fine, and Brother Wuchen is still worried."

Tang Li put the shoulder pole on his shoulder upright outside the house and bowed his hands and said politely: "Brother Huang, you and I are all fifty years old. If you don't remember your age, you really can't tell that you are at this age and have good maintenance."

Huang Chengyi smiled and said, "Hello Brother Tang, Brother Tang is good at speaking, and he calls Huang a warm heart, but he is still really old and sometimes he has to think about sword moves for a long time." After that, he laughed heartily.

It was rainy in the east, and as we were talking, it drizzled outside the house again.

Huang Chengyi and several others sat down to have a tea and talked.

Wu Chen took a sip of tea and said, "Brother Huang is here this time? Don't worry, but it's okay."

Huang Chengyi laughed implicitly and said, "It's okay, but it's really a matter. The three brothers, please forgive me for not entering the Three Treasures Palace without any trouble, as if it's so hypocritical." As he said that, he stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhong Ling and the other three, and continued, "Do you know that the world of the world is scattered?"

Zhong Ling didn't like to welcome Huang Chengyi, but when he heard Huang Chengyi say the three words "Jianghu San", he became energetic and said, "Jianghu San?"

Tang Li and Wuchen were also interested, widening their eyes and listening carefully.

Huang Chengyi said: "That is, everyone in the world knows that the Jianghu San is as big as a finger, and it is secretly passed on. They also know that the Jianghu San is the inner elixir in the body after the death of the Supreme Martial Arts Zhuang Tingyu, thousands of years ago, took it from his body and the magic pill made by the divine fire. I think what a god-like figure that the Supreme Martial Arts Zhuang Tingyu is, the legendary magic pill, skill, and internal strength will be increased thousands of times, and the Supreme Martial Arts thousands of years later."

Tang Li said: "There is such a saying, because the Jianghu San has attracted too many evil struggles in the martial arts world. Many martial arts ambitions want to get it to help him become the supreme martial arts world, but the Jianghu San has been missing many years ago."

Wu Chen said: "The world of Jianghu has been scattered since the beginning and has no real knowledge. Even if it is real, there is no clear successor. It is still a question whether it exists or not for thousands of years."

Huang Chengyi's eyes were like torch and he turned a decisive track: "Existence!"

Zhong Ling was a little shocked and said, "What? Existence?"

Huang Chengyi said: "Not only exists, I also know where it is."

Zhong Ling was even more shocked, her pupils instantly dilated, and she asked excitedly: "Where is it?"

Huang Chengyi lowered his voice and whispered: "Just on the escort car transported to Liujiabao, the escort team is the Longhuwei Escort Agency in Zhenjiangbei."

Zhong Ling had no words to express his inner turmoil, and his lips trembled, "Take it serious?"

Huang Chengyi replied steadily: "It's true."

Tang Li breathed a long sigh and said, "If the wind leaks out, then fighting will inevitably be inevitable?"

Huang Chengyi said: "The wind has leaked, not only I know the news, but I think the entire martial arts world has already known at this time."

Wuchen said, "Then will it be blood flowing into a river again?"
Chapter completed!