Chu Liuxiang thought about it and suddenly laughed, "Is it the old captain Ying of the Condor?" The man seemed to have a slight shock. Chu Liuxiang had already walked over and sat down next to him, laughing, "Who else in the world except the old captain Ying, has such amazing power."

The man smiled bitterly and said, "All the world is really nothing that can be hidden from Chu Liuxiang."

I saw that he had high cheeks and deep cheeks, his eyes were bright, and his pair of gray-white ears were actually made of silver. If he hadn't been blocked with a straw hat, others would have recognized him at a glance.

Han Wen snorted coldly and said, "I thought it was someone, it turned out to be you, and he is quite arrogant!"

The vulture was a little embarrassed, but Chu Liuxiang said, "The official sect has no control over it. Why should Brother Han make things difficult for him?"

Then, he smiled and said, "After leaving the capital, the moon was over, I didn't expect that the old Captain Ying would not even forget Chu's voice... Strangely, it seemed that he had not said anything in front of the old Captain Ying that day, but I wonder how the old Captain Ying could hear the voice?"

The vulture smiled and said, "Not only do people in the world speak differently, but they even walk differently. Chu Liuxiang's light skills are famous all over the world, and the foot sound is very different from others. Just like the footsteps of Mr. Han, there is almost nothing. If the old man can no longer hear Xiangshuai's foot sound, these ears will really feed the dog."

Chu Liuxiang laughed and said, "The white-clothed god's ears are indeed in vain." He suddenly whispered and said slowly, "Old Captain Ying has been tracking here for thousands of miles. Is it because he wants to arrest me?"

The vulture smiled and said, "Even if I have the courage, I will never dare to use force against Chu Xiang!"

Chu Liuxiang's eyes flashed and she smiled and said, "So, why did you come?"

The vulture whispered, saying, "I was originally following the stars and the money and pockmarked people..."

Chu Liuxiang frowned and said, "Is it because of the old story of Tieshizi Hutong seven years ago?"

The vulture smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't know that this matter was related to Kasumi, otherwise I wouldn't dare to do anything. Kasumi naturally knew that as long as a person had a bite of a public meal, he would never be able to walk out of six doors in his life. Even if he didn't want to care about some things, he was forced to take care of them."

Chu Liuxiang said in a deep voice: "That incident seven years ago, Qian Mazi should not have been done. However, the 'Plum Blossom Sword' and 'Two Palms' bullying are even more hateful. Moreover, Qian Mazi had already washed his hands and was away from here for this matter. Why did the old captain Ying fight to kill everyone? It was too much?"

The vulture smiled apologized and said, "I have lived this age, but how could I still not know the height of my eyebrows? Since I already know that Chu Xiangshuai is related to this matter, how could I have been troublesome again?" He sighed and said, "I asked the young master to come here for another thing."

Chu Liuxiang frowned and said, "What else is there?"

The vulture pondered for a while and said slowly, "The leader of the Beggars' Sect, who died more than ten days ago on Daming Lake in Jinan City. Do you know Xiangshuai?" As he said, he looked at Han Wen again, as if he was a little suspicious.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Old Captain Ying wouldn't think that we killed Nangong Ling, right?"

The vulture quickly smiled and said, "How dare I think this way, but..."

Chu Liuxiang said, "But what?"

The vulture sighed: "It's just that the leader of the Nangong Gang died so miserable. It is said that he was dismembered by a knife after his death. So the subordinates of the Beggars' Sect all vowed to find the murderer!"

Han Wen frowned from the side. He naturally knew that the person who dismembered Nangong Ling must be the Black Pearl who was determined to avenge his father. He naturally thought of the Beggars' Sect, and he still didn't know about Nangong Ling's conspiracy, but he was unwilling to tell others about these things.

The vulture sighed and said, "I can't ask about the revenge of such masters in the world. I dare to ask about it. But I have been friends with several elders of the Beggars' Sect for many years. This time I happened to meet them again on the road."

Chu Liuxiang said: "Can the disciples of the Beggars' Sect actually suspect that I was not able to attack Nangong Ling?"

The vulture smiled apologized and said, "They dare not doubt you, Xiangshuai, but they said Xiangshuai, you must know who the murderer who killed the Nangong Gang was. So when they met Xiangshuai, they asked them on their behalf, no matter whether Xiangshuai knows it or not, as long as Xiangshuai says a word, the Beggars' Sect's disciples will say nothing."

Chu Liuxiang's eyes were burning and he said word by word: "I do know about this!"

The vulture moved and said, "Shishou Xiang knows, can you give me some knowledge?"

Chu Liuxiang said in a deep voice: "Even if I tell you who the murderer is, you can't do it, but..." He suddenly stood up and said: "Three days later, you can wait for me in the Lin Family Garden in Putian City. At that time, I will naturally hand over the murderer who killed Nangong Ling to you."

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At night, looking at the top of the mountain, although Putian Shaolin Temple is not as grand as the Shaolin Mountains of Songshan, this ancient temple bathed in the vast twilight also has a mysterious beauty. In the breeze, the sound of bells and Sanskrit is faintly heard, and in the fragrance of wood leaves, there is also a faint smell of sandalwood. The world is full of solemn tranquility, so how can you smell the slightest murderous intent?

The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves under the stone steps. The door at the end of the stone steps is open. From outside the door, you can see the quiet courtyard with ancient trees. Then, there is the solemn and magnificent hall surrounded by cigarettes.

This is a place where everyone can enter, but no one dares to enter easily. The name of Shaolin is so powerful that no one can resist admiration and vigilance. Although the door here is open, who dares to step beyond the line?

Han Wen sighed quietly and said, "What a good place!"

"I hope you don't do anything randomly!" Chu Liuxiang also sighed, but did not walk in through the gate. He actually crossed the wall - he felt an ominous warning sign in his heart, and he felt that even if it was a moment's difference, he couldn't wait.

Han Wen's figure also followed. Compared to Chu Liuxiang's piaomiao's light skills, his light skills were like a straight sword, piercing straight out. The sunset was like blood, and the tall roofs looked like mountains, peaks stained with blood.

Which mountain is Master Tianfeng under?

Chu Liuxiang's body, which was flying like a swallow, couldn't help but hesitate.

He stopped, but Han Wen did not stop. He didn't know where Master Tianfeng was, so he wanted to create opportunities now! After crossing two ancient temples in a row, his figure stopped and suddenly heard the Buddha's name proclaiming.

"Amitabha"! Before the short Buddha's name was over, four figures flashed out at the same time under the eaves at the four corners of the roof.

These four people were all gray robes and white socks. They were in their forties, and they all had a pair of shining eyes on their four solemn and majestic faces. At this moment, these four pairs of shiny eyes were all staring at Chu Liuxiang like a knife.

Han Wen exhaled a long sigh and squinted his eyes: "Shaolin monks, you should not underestimate them. Even if they are not the authentic Songshan Shaolin!" However, he remained silent and smiled and said, "Have you eaten by the masters?"

This is the most common question. When two people meet, whether they are old friends for many years or nodding. Most of them will ask this question.

But when asked this sentence at this moment, the four Shaolin monks couldn't help but be stunned. The older man on the left said in a deep voice: "For twenty years, people from the world of no rivers and lakes have stepped onto the roof of Shaolin Temple. Since the donor has broken the example today, I believe it must have been for no reason, but please give me some advice in the future."

Han Wen shook his head and said, "Even if Han is told, the masters will not believe it."

The gray-robed monk said sternly: "If the donor refuses to tell him about his future intentions, don't blame me for being rude."

Han Wen smiled and said, "Han is most unwilling to fight with Shaolin disciples in his life. Why do the masters force me to make an exception?" He was guilty of saying this. He had dealt with monks from Shaolin Temple a lot and had to do it? Not only that! It seems that he had killed him!

The monk in gray robe shouted angrily: "If the donor doesn't want to do it, just follow me!"

With the shout, his long sleeves suddenly waved out, floating like a flowing cloud, as fast as lightning, rolling straight into the throat of Han Wen's face.

It is not convenient for monks to carry weapons around them. This pair of long sleeves is usually their self-defense weapon. In the world, they only know that "Liuyun Iron Sleeve" is a unique skill in Wudang, but they do not know that the skill of the sleeves under Shaolin is not only not inferior to Wudang, but also has a strong and powerful situation.

The monk with gray robe can be both hard and soft, and soft can be swept away the opponent's weapon in his palm, and hard can break the opponent's heart.

Han Wen sneered and said, "The rest of the Shaolin sect is good, but it's too angry."

He was talking, his figure soared into the sky. When he said the last few words, his body was like a flying crane, far above four feet.

The monk in gray robe hit the sky and said, "The donor is so smart, no wonder he dared to come to Shaolin Temple to play wildly."

The four people whirled, and each of them was in their direction. They calculated that Han Wen's body would always fall down. As soon as it fell down, they would fall into their formation. Who knew that Han Wen would not fall down. Seeing Chu Liuxiang's figure leaving under the cover, he smiled slightly. His body looked like a fish in the water. He flipped and thrust, and then leaped four feet away, and rushed into the darkness under the roof.

"Goodbye! Good night! Everyone!" Han Wen left with a smile.

"Wudang Tiyun Zong? It looks like it? It's really like it!"

All the faces of Shaolin monks changed color.

The oldest monk in gray robe said in a deep voice: "The mysterious method is used to alert the changes, the mysterious and mysterious will follow me."

While speaking, he rushed towards the sound of Korean language. But he saw stars and moon in the sky, breeze shaking the trees, and there was no trace of Korean shadows.

Han Wen knew that if he asked to see Master Tianfeng at this time, these Shaolin monks would never take him there, so he would make a fuss now, attract the attention of these people, create some opportunities for Chu Liuxiang to get close to Master Tianfeng.

He swept into the darkness and immediately flew up again. He didn't go anywhere else, but instead rushed under the eaves of the heavy roof just now. Three monks with gray robe rushed over the eaves. No one expected that he would return again, and didn't even look at him.

Han Wen waited for a while and heard the sound of low wooden fishes knocking on all sides of the wide temple, and from time to time there were agile figures flying in the air. Although Shaolin Temple usually seems to be peaceful and quiet, it is still as a forbidden place for the martial arts world that is famous for its speed and strict vigilance when facing the enemy.

Han Wen frowned and thought to himself: "Master Tianfeng... This person is said to be very skilled in martial arts! I hope he won't die, but I really want to try it?"

Thinking of Master Tianfeng's life, it was so dangerous that he was a little worried. Such a powerful man was extremely rare, but things like Tianyi Divine Water were so weird. Until now, he and Chu Liuxiang didn't know where Master Tianfeng's residence was.

At this time, the sound of wooden fish had stopped, and the quiet ancient temple was even more silent.

Han Wen naturally knew that the quieter it was, the more terrifying it was. The temple that seemed to have calmed down actually had crisis everywhere. He had no time to think quietly. He closed his eyes and thought about it, and suddenly rushed out of the darkness and rushed to the highest ridge and the highest eaves.

His clothes fluttered, as if he was about to fly up in the air, and the entire temple seemed to be at his feet. Sure enough, someone immediately noticed him. He saw figures flashing, and people rushed towards him in every courtyard. However, a small courtyard on the west side was silent.

Han Wen rushed down without waiting for anyone to come. He smiled and said, "The Shaolin Sutra is famous all over the world. Can the masters lend me a look?"

He laughed and turned sharply. He chose a big tree with the thickest branches and leaves. He hid in it, and heard everyone shouting: "This person is indeed here for the Sutra."

"Keep the Sutra Pavilion."

The Shaolin Buddhist scriptures are so abundant that they are the most in the world. Most of the people who invaded Shaolin Temple did come for the Buddhist scriptures. Although Putian is the southern branch of Shaolin, the Buddhist scriptures in the Pavilion are also precious. Shaolin monks naturally thought that Korean also came for stealing scriptures. Who would have thought that he was actually making a fuss to attack the west and set up a suspicion array to buy more time for Chu Liuxiang?

I saw figures rushing eastward, and Han Wen immediately rushed westward. This time, he stopped flying on the roof, but just walked under the eaves of the palace, among the shadows of trees, most of the Zen room were unburned lights, and there were occasional cicadas sounds between the branches and leaves.

In the uninhabited courtyard, there is an indescribable sense of desolation and loneliness. The monks living in this ancient temple were not easy to spend that time.

Han Wen kept showing off, but he was sighing in his heart. He always admired people who could endure loneliness. It was because he knew very well that there was nothing more unbearable in the world than loneliness... This was also the reason why he did not kill.

Thinking of his lonely and lonely journey, his heart couldn't be happy! Through a quiet courtyard and passing through dark Zen rooms, the bluestone slabs on the ground shining by the stars slid from under his feet one by one.

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On the other hand, Chu Liuxiang, who was extremely anxious, had just arrived in a courtyard, and was searching for it sneakily.

Suddenly, he shouted softly, "Donor stay."

A powerful and violent fist wind was already hitting him. Chu Liuxiang did not dodge or resist, but actually got the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist" that was enough to break mountains and crack rocks. He saw his body flying out like a kite by the fist wind.

The Shaolin monk with gray eyebrows and long beard on the opposite side was surprised and felt a little surprised. He saw a flash in front of him. The young man who was shocked by his fist flew back and stood in front of him with a smile. Not only did his body move suddenly come and go like lightning, but the Shaolin divine fist that was fighting cattle across the mountain could not hurt him at all.

This master of Shaolin Temple with profound cultivation was not shocked, and stared at Chu Liuxiang blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

Chu Liuxiang deliberately punched him, just to make him unable to speak for the time being, so as not to alarm others. Otherwise, his body would not be hit by iron. Wouldn't it be better to get this punch?

The gray-browed monk finally said slowly: "The donor has such martial arts skills, the old monk has never seen him. I wonder if he can express his name or surname?"

Chu Liuxiang knew the noise of Han Wen, and smiled and said, "If I say my name, the master will probably think that my name is for stealing the scriptures."

The gray-browed monk said, "If the donor comes to steal scriptures, he will not come here."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "I'm down to Chu Liuxiang."
To be continued...