Gu Jiantang asked calmly: "That's all?"

The monk in white smiled and said, "Of course, the most important thing is that your move can damage your popularity. If you cut seven or eight swords in succession, Wang Xianzhi will also fall sharply, otherwise I would not have used your sword to push it to the mountain behind."

Gu Jiantang said proudly: "I can use twelve swords in a row!"

The monk in white said angrily: "Do you think you have the body of a celestial being inherited from Gao Shulu by the surname Xu? And you also have the Wudang Dahuang Ting whose qi flows continuously? Wang Xianzhi can kill you with three or four punches!"

Gu Jiantang sneered nonstop.

The monk in white touched his bald head, "You really don't believe it. In the world, there are only a few people who know Wang Xianzhi's power. Li Chungang, Xu Fengnian, at most, one Hong Xixiang, and others, even Deng Tai Acao Changqing, could not understand it thoroughly. After all, those two people had never had a life-and-death battle with Wang Xianzhi. Also, even if I don't use the essence of Wudang boxing, I will stand still and let you cut twelve swords. I can't move like a mountain. It's just that I will do something myself soon, and I can't lose my strength here."

Gu Jiantang was speechless.

The monk in white sighed and said, "Gu Jiantang, if you can focus on the knife, you may have the opportunity to compete for the number one person in the world."

Gu Jiantang returned to his usual lust and said with a smile: "In Gu's eyes, the knife can only be a weapon for murder on the battlefield, used to compete for the reputation of the world. It's too wasteful of it."

The sword is romantic in the world, and the sword is full of blood on the battlefield.

This may be the true cognition in the heart of General Gu Jiantang.

Gu Jiantang finally asked: "I want to know, who in the world can destroy your Vajra body?"

The monk in white touched his head and stretched out three fingers, "Deng Tai'a's sword."

Gu Jiantang nodded, he had guessed it.

The monk in white continued, "The snoring of my wife of the monk."

Gu Jiantang took a deep breath.

Leave without saying hello.

The third person, he didn't want to know at all.

The monk in white still said, "There is the little wooden hammer in the hand of my daughter. I like to use her father's head as a wooden fish. My daughter doesn't know that she feels sorry for her father, so she naturally feels really painful."

Bai Yu and Han Gui looked at each other and smiled.

It seems that the world is difficult, and it doesn’t seem difficult to come to the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin.

Han Gui suddenly said bitterly: "Sir, that mountain that damaged?"

The monk in white turned his head and smiled, "Let me find someone named Xu to repair it!"

Han Gui thought about it, "It's a good way."

As the governor of Liangzhou, Bai Yu waved his hand and said, "It's okay! Our Beiliang is not worth much money now!"

Not long after Gu Jiantang left, the group who went to buy rouge returned earlier than expected.

Later, the little Taoist Tong Qingxin Yu Fu and his two children were secretly happy.

There were three people in front of him, Li Dongdong pulled Wu Nanbei's ears, and Li Douxin's wife pulled his daughter's ears.

The woman said angrily: "Li Zi, are you still my mother's daughter? If you hadn't been dragging Ben Nanbei to listen to you about the world and delayed the time, otherwise he would have gone to Yuqing Temple earlier and wouldn't be able to buy the Mianyan Branch of Yanliufang?!"

Li Dong-Tiao pulled the stupid north and said angrily: "It's all your fault! You said all the Yanliufang Mianyan Branches! You don't know if you said it earlier!"

Wu Nanbei said aggrievedly: "Master's wife, Li Zi, I didn't expect that Master had hidden money from the beginning."

The three of them looked at the monk in white together.

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "Blessed by Buddha, I will have food tonight."

At this time, no one here learned that the string of Buddhist beads on the chest of the monk Li Dangxin in white clothes actually strung with a rope of 108 peach wood beads. It was not only because of the wear and tear of Gu Jiantang, but also because of Gu Jiantang's knife, it had dissipated like smoke.

Although there was no rope, the Buddhist beads were still in strings, which were actually done in one go.

Things in the world are impermanent.
Chapter completed!