It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 1041

The so-called real people do not show their faces, and they are not real people. This is true. The red-lined woman has dark eyes, holding two short knives to block, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a master, but in front of the beggar, she really doesn't have any decent attack.

Between three moves and two styles, she has already circled her in her own rhythm. His expression was neither impatient nor impetuous, his movements were neither hasty nor hasty, and he was just walking around in a leisurely court, but the red-line girl had no power to fight.

The red-line girl was ashamed, and the attack in her hands became more and more pungent, and she only hoped to find some ground today.

But it's easier said than done, the harder she tried, the more she lost. So far, she hasn't been able to give a decent attack.

The other people on the field are also a little bit unbearable now. It was the coolie who took the initiative to attack. He used a pole and slammed his head over it with great force.

The bamboo pole in the beggar's hand turned and knocked on his brow, and his body had already retreated to avoid it.

No matter what, the red-lined woman saw the gap, holding a pair of knives, and attacking the beggar in a series of quick slashes.

Even so, it failed to pose a decent threat to beggars. His footsteps were sloppy, but he was able to avoid the fast attack of the two of them. The bamboo pole in his hand was thrown out inadvertently, but he could always hit the opponent's key points.

The remaining few people ended up at the same time and joined forces to besiege the beggar. But somehow it happened, the more people attacked, the more calm the beggar became. The field was dazzled, and it was impossible to see what was going on. The only thing I could hear was a crackling sound, and the bamboo pole in my hand had been thrown out for an unknown number of times, hitting the faces of many people.

When the fierce battle of everyone stopped, I saw a few women with red lines panting, with scars all over their faces, looking embarrassed. But the beggar didn't get angry, his face didn't change, as if he just got up in the morning and took a walk.

He actually defeated everyone with his own power. From his appearance, he really couldn't tell. However, true ability is true ability, and it has nothing to do with what he looks like.

Song Youqu shook his head gently. He came from an aristocratic family, and he has been rolling around in the officialdom since he was a child. What this beggar did, he really proved his ability and showed his face in front of others. However, this has also offended other people. In the future, if you look up and see you together, others will stumble you a little bit, and you are afraid that you will not know how to die.

Really can't be human.

"Amitabha."

The monk Qingshi, who had never made a move, recited the Buddha's name and said: "The world is big, and martial arts are boundless. My generation has learned one after another, but there is no distinction between superior and inferior. Let the poor monk learn and teach you your great tricks for all of you. ."

Song Youqu let out a small snort, this monk is a good man. When he said these words, he put himself in line with the red-line girl, and saved their face for them.

People can't look like people, really people can't look like people. This monk looked at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked like a master monk, but he did not expect that Hou Hei had such profound attainments.

I just don't know how it is at hand.

The beggar yawned and paced closer, seemingly indifferent, but he added a bit of strength when he shot. The series of tricks all fell on the key points of Qingshi monk.

The monk Qingshi didn't make any dodging movements, he stood still and kept a smile on his face. Obviously, the beggar's attack failed to do him any harm.

The beggar frowned, realizing that he had encountered a hard stubble. Martial arts are unfathomable, the empire hides dragons and crouching tigers, he is really careless.

The monk smiled and said, "Please also ask the donor to teach the monk's fists and feet."

He smiled very generously, like a kind-hearted old monk. But at the time of the shot, his temperament was like a tiger going down the mountain.

The monk did not use weapons, and the body he tempered every day was his most powerful weapon. Pushing forward with both hands and sitting on the door of the boy's door, this is the trick, you can see that he has been practicing hard day and night, and his martial arts has reached the realm of transformation.

The beggar had to hide, trying to dodge sideways, but the monk's fist suddenly changed after the punch, grabbing a corner of his clothes and trying to pull him in front of him.

The rhythm of the beggar's avoidance has been broken, he has lost his center of gravity, and the masters are fighting each other, which is fatal. Fortunately, he is also considered a generation of masters, and launched a palm on the occasion of the Jedi.

Aggressive, equally merciless.

The monk also had to concentrate on prevention, put his hands across his chest, and then pushed forward.

With a bang, the palms of the two sides collided, and each took three steps back, the expressions on their faces were not very pleasant.

The monk also realized that he was at a disadvantage. The other party can use a bamboo pole to be superb, but this does not mean that beggars only use bamboo poles, but that it is enough to clean up other people with bamboo poles.

If you practice your skills all by yourself, your strength is naturally not weak. You can be strong and attack the enemy's weakness, but you still don't get half of the advantage. This is a loss.

The monk took a deep breath and said, "I have learned."

The beggar also put away the arrogance on his face, clasped his fists and cupped his hands: "Promise."

Above the attic, Li Xingzai nodded slightly and asked, "What's the name of this beggar?"

"Zhang Baihe." Song You channel: "The origin of this person is mysterious. The subordinates found him in Jiangnan. As for his origin, the subordinates have not found out. Whether to stay or not depends on your majesty's meaning?"

"Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end, but all masters are like this." Li Xingzai said: "Let them stay, let them see what official they are, and stay in the palace to protect me. But we still need to check their details, and we must find out clearly. white."

"This subordinate understands, and immediately starts to do it."

These ten people have already shown their own housekeeping skills, and everyone's work is not weak, and a few can already be regarded as a generation of masters. But these alone could not gain Li Xingzai's respect.

The temple is high and high, and when have you ever respected the people of Jianghu, Li Xingzai is like this, Song Youqu is also like this. For Jianghu people, giving them a small official the size of sesame and mung bean, they will be grateful. As for officials, no matter how big they are, they really can't do it.

From the rivers and lakes into the temple, and can still get along well, there is only one.

The one that gave Li Xingzai the most headache.

Song Youqu passed an order, and sent people to take these ten people down to see what officials would be given to them. In addition, some rules in the palace should be taught to them.

The two left the martial arts field and came to the Guanxing Building where Li Xingzai lived, where he now lives and works, and was also frightened by Cheng Dalei.

All in all, Li Xingzai was still very satisfied with these people, no matter if it was useful or not, it could make him feel a little relieved.

This time, Song Youqu's performance was quite reliable.

"You have done a good job in this matter, but you have to be more careful about these ten people." Li Xingzai said, "You know who I am in trouble this time, so be careful about everything."