"The door is ajar? The door is ajar! It's a concubine kept by a man outside. It's for public use and the place is very dirty!"

The wind whistled by, and it was clear that the monk in black had a good footwork. When he heard these words, he responded without looking back: "The body is dirty, but the heart is still clean!"

Blood Knife Li Huan is also a good person. He heard something from Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts. It seemed that this "ajar door" was different. What exactly was different? He couldn't tell, so he could only guess secretly in his heart.

"Could our family's savior be a flower monk? He went down the mountain to see all the flowers in the world, and then he fell in love with this half-open door. I dare to fall in love with him!"

Cluttered thoughts kept coming and going in Blood Knife Li Huan's heart. The black-clothed monk did not have the ability to "read other people's minds", nor did he have the "mind-reading skills" of the charlatans and heretical people. Naturally, he had no way of understanding the "mind-reading" person lying on his back.

Donor” idea.

On the way to where the cardamom girl was, Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, discovered several groups of people with different backgrounds, all heading for Yihongyuan. It was estimated that at least one of them was the former head of the family, the original owner of Chun Sanniang.

After all, the black-clothed monk saw the "Sword Boy" with a face like a full moon and a face like a boy leading others to rush forward, with an aura of taking back the property and swallowing up the territory.

There are also several other groups of forces, either new masters who persuade Chun Sanniang to steal from her master, or others who take advantage of the chaos, including several other Jianghu gangs in the city.

Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, whispered the matter to Xue Dao. After hearing this, Li Huan was silent for a moment and smiled helplessly: "After all, it is a gold selling cave. No one reaches out to grab it, so it is naturally impossible. But, both of us

After a fight, both sides suffered losses, and all the advantages were taken away by the mastermind behind the scenes. I was really unwilling to accept it."

The monk in black did not respond, and could not answer. He just quickened his pace. In order to avoid the eyes of certain forces, he did not dare to lead people to run on the wall. He specifically walked into dark corners and turned many corners.

It took a long journey to reach the destination safely.

The cardamom girl originally lay down, but she had experienced too many things tonight and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. In the dead of night, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. She trembled all over, and her eyes were exhausted.

Suddenly my spirits perked up.

"Good! Good!"

Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, decided not to scare people, and calmly sang a Zen chant. The unusually familiar voice immediately gave up the cardamom girl's delusion, threw away the wooden stick in her hand, and gave up the idea of ​​hiding at the door to beat people.

, happily and inexplicably opened the door.

As a result, the monk in black clothes who entered the door looked burly and inhuman. The cardamom girl took a closer look, and with the help of the bright moonlight outside, she realized that there was someone on the back of her savior. She also saw that the man's face was white and gray, and the man dressed as a gangster was not in a hurry.

He came down and sat slumped on the ground without getting up.

Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, adjusted his breathing carefully, and then asked: "Do you have vegetable oil at home?"

The cardamom girl felt relieved, knowing that things might not be as she imagined, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes! Master, how much do you want?"

The black-clothed monk turned around and saw that the "donor" didn't have much lime on his face. He was not hit by a medicine bag. He turned to look at the girl and said, "Not much, just a small can."

The cardamom girl turned around and went to the kitchen without saying a word. Not long after, she brought over a can of vegetable oil and gently placed it in the hands of the monk Ci Zhou.

The two people seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they bowed to each other. Then the monk in black knelt down and advised: "Donor, you have to lie down so that the poor monk can give freely."

Then, he gently raised his chin and rushed to the open door to signal. The cardamom girl immediately understood, walked around the two of them, gently closed the door, and lowered the bolt.

The corners of Li Huan's eyes were stinging so much that he had no intention of fussing. He wasted precious time and immediately lay down on the ground, forming a "big" character.

Cizhou, the monk who had broken the precepts, reached into the jar, scooped up a handful of vegetable oil, poured it on his face, and spread it carefully. He first removed the lime around his eyes, and then asked Li Huan, the blood knife, to open his eyes and let the vegetable oil slide in.

In order to save his life and his eyes, Blood Sword Li Huan cooperated extremely well. He also knew the method of washing off lime with vegetable oil, but he had no experience in using it, so he thought that the monk in black was an expert in it.

As a result, Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, really performed stably due to an accident. He only used a little vegetable oil to avoid the bad luck of Li Huan, the blood knife, being blinded by lime.

The monk in black looked at the clay in his hand, which was about to be rolled into a ball, then he nodded and said with a smile: "The donor is not bad luck, it finally happened!"

Blood Knife Li Huan felt the sting in his eyes gradually disappearing, and he was so grateful that he couldn't be more grateful. He quickly replied: "After our family enters the city, it is our true luck to meet the master. We only exchanged for the master several times for only a dozen Wen."

Take action. Otherwise, the series of events we encountered tonight will probably end our family's life."

The cardamom girl looked at the two of them complimenting each other, and was so embarrassed that she didn't even know where to put her hands. She opened the door to do business with the door ajar, and it was the first time that she hid two men at home, and her colleagues didn't laugh at her if word spread.

Ci Zhou, the monk who broke the precepts, glanced at it and understood: "Tonight, Jincheng will be a bit chaotic. The donor's eyes are not in the way, but you can't leave. You'd better wait for a few days with peace of mind, waiting for the wind to pass, and you can go again."

Just leave the city."

Blood Sword Li Huan knew the rules on the road. He could not make a single hit and could escape thousands of miles away. However, it was not the time to leave the city right now, so he nodded lightly: "What the master said is true, so I'm just nagging you."

The monk in black nodded and smiled with satisfaction. Before he could think of how to answer, Blood Sword Li Huan continued: "However, in order to save me, the master also showed his face in front of others. If not, wait a few days and we will come together."

Even when you leave the city, you must have someone to look after you on the way!"

Unexpectedly, Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, had other purposes for coming to Jincheng. Naturally, he refused to leave with him, so he shook his head gently and said: "I have important things to do when I come to Jincheng. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for a while."

.The donor is alone and has no encumbrances. It is easier to advance and retreat, and the poor monk feels at ease."

The cardamom girl originally clenched her fists, but after listening to the black-clothed monk's words, she breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, feeling that she had regained her backbone.

This life-long sigh fell into the eyes of a wise martial artist, which naturally made Xue Dao Li Huan suspicious. However, his thoughts were distorted by the "ajar door".

"The same is true for me. It's rare for a master to have a confidante by his side, so naturally he is reluctant to leave."

When the cardamom girl heard someone talking about herself, she stomped her feet and said in embarrassment: "You, what are you talking about (the truth)? I'm ignoring you."

Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, knew that no matter how he explained or argued about this matter, it would only become darker and darker. He smiled calmly at the moment, but in the end, Li Huan, the blood knife, really misunderstood. He laughed secretly in his heart, and the two of them left together.

idea.

At the same time, on the Jianghu Road in Saibei, the "Sword Boy", one of the seven dwarfs in the Tianshan Mountains, was leading his family as the main swordsman. Together with hundreds of armed servants, he quickly overpowered the Yihongyuan's thugs and drove out the gang.

The gangsters and gangsters are ready to face challenges from all sides.

If the monk in black is nearby, he can see the blood rising into the sky. Everyone's face will turn black, showing signs of tragic death. Unfortunately, in order to defend the interests of the family, or to gain an additional territory for the gang,
Chapter completed!