There are people coming and going to come and go, and it is not uncommon for a few more people, so their arrival did not cause any storm.

Long Tian chose the seats very uniquely. From their perspective, you can see two tables of people, one of which is naturally the Dalun Mingwang and Duan Yu who are dressed in disguise.

On the other table, there were two heroes from the world. One was wearing a blue shirt and short boots, with a hint of coldness in the eyebrows, and the other was wearing a blue shirt and a long gown with a expressionless face, giving people a sense of coldness.

These two people are none other than guests who were treated well by Duan Zhengming in Dali. One is the "Golden Abacus" Cui Baiquan, and the other is the "soul-chasing player" Guo Yanzhi.

They came here to seek revenge on Murong's old friends, but they didn't expect to meet Murong Fu and Jiumozhi here.

Just as the waiter came to drink, Jiumozhi cliched and said, "Amitabha, how dare you ask the donor if you know where the Gusu Murong family is?"

"Two One Three" "Gusu Murong?"

The waiter was stunned and shook his head and said, "Monkey, we have all kinds of surnames on the side of Taihu Lake, but you, Gusu Murong, have never heard of it."

Jiumozhi was stunned and asked again: "Is there a place called 'Sanhezhuang' nearby?"

"I haven't learned it!"

The waiter shook his head and smiled, "Monkey, you may have found the wrong place. I have been in this for more than ten years and have never directed any Shenhezhuang!"

Jiumozhi was helpless, but heard a sharp voice beside him: "Ten miles west of the city, down the river, is the Ganhe Village of the Murong family in Gusu."

Long Tian could clearly hear this voice came from the mouth of "soul-chasing hand" Guo Yanzhi, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He knew that the good show was about to appear.

Sure enough, Jiumozhi's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he didn't say anything. He stood up and pulled Duan Yu and wanted to walk out.

Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi stood up and stopped the door.

Jiumozhi bowed and said, "Why do you stop the monk from going there?"

"The great monk can leave, but the one next to you is my little prince, but you need to stay." Jin Aopan Cui Baiquan looked sarcastic.

Jiumozhi remained silent when he heard this, and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the two donors have mistakenly admitted that they are the newly accepted disciples of the little monk, not the little prince."

Guo Yanzhi called himself "Soul Chasing Hand", and his speed was naturally extremely fast, but he raised his hand and knocked away the hat on Duan Yu's head. Suddenly, a handsome man with long hair draped over his shoulders, free and handsome, full of scholarly aura appeared in front of everyone.

The tea shop is full of people coming and going from north to south. The conversation between Jiumozhi and Guo Yanzhi brothers has already attracted the attention of everyone.

Seeing Duan Yu clearly had long hair and a rich and noble body, he was called a monk and criticized him one after another.

"Oh, this monk opened his eyes and told lies. He was obviously a long-haired person, and he said he was his newly acquired disciple."

"No monk wearing a hat on his head. I think he is not a good person."

"There are all kinds of strange things to have been happening in the past day."

...

"This is a newly accepted disciple of the young monk. He has not been slandered yet, nor has he been slandered yet!"

Jiumozhi was embarrassed and explained, and everyone scoffed at him.

Seeing that everyone seemed to have the intention of attacking him, Jiumozhi looked at Guo Yanzhi and Cui Baiquan with a little cold look in his eyes: "You two really don't let go?"

Seeing that both sides were about to take action, a melodious song suddenly came from the front.

Looking around, a small boat floated from the green waves on the lake. A girl in green shirt held a pair of pulp in her hand and slowly paddled in the water.

Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi were facing a great enemy, and they couldn't help but look back at her.

"Master, are you looking for the 'Shenhezhuang'? If you come up quickly, my boat will not wait for anyone." The girl in green shirt bright and white teeth, and her face was filled with a clear smile.

"Isn't this Sister Abi?" Zhong Ling murmured in a low voice.

After hearing Abi's words, Jiumozhi became calm in his heart. He grabbed Duan Yu with one hand and stood up with the other: "Amitabha, how dare you ask who this little lady is?"

Abi said, "Oh, I'm just a little girl who serves our young master playing the flute and the piano. Don't want any eldest lady. The young lady called me, Abi."

"I dare not, Miss Abi is so tired." Jiumozhi bowed respectfully.

What a great monk, he grabbed someone effortlessly, and his toes were tapped on the ground. His whole person flew up like a big roc spreading his wings, turning in the air, and then he had already fallen into the boat the next moment.

This scene immediately made everyone in the tea shop take a breath of air conditioning.

It should be noted that this distance is at least ten meters away from the boat. This great monk can use such handsome skills with a man. How high should his cultivation be?

"We'll go too!"

Cui Baiquan, Guo Yanzhi saw that Jiumozhi was about to take Duan Yu away, so he was reluctant to give up, so he immediately flew towards the boat.

The two of them are also good at it. Although they are not as good as Jiumozhi's skills, they also landed steadily on the boat.

"Brother Long?"

"Boss!"

...

Mu Wanqing, Zhong Ling, and the old rookie all looked at Long Tian, ​​with a little more anxious eyes.

"Let's go too!"

Long Tian's eyes chuckled, and his feet pedaled toward the lake, and shouted: "Miss Abi, wait a moment, the journey is long, and I'll take us a ride."

"What's wrong today? I'm running towards Yanziwu. I can't let go of my boat." A Bi sighed.

"Simple, let the monk help you."

Jiumozhi smiled, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly turned his palm back, and a "fire knife" hit Cui Baiquan, the "golden abacus" beside him.

"What a thief, how dare you attack me."

Cui Baiquan was shocked and raised his hand to his arms. When he appeared again, there was an "golden abacus" in his palm. Under the sunlight, dazzling golden light radiated.

The wrists trembled, and strings of golden round beads collided, making a crisp and pleasant sound of "crackling".

"Boom!"

The palm power of the "Fire Knife" was blocked, and Cui Baiquan felt a hot force coming through the "Golden Abacus", with a slight burning feeling.

1.5Jiumozhi was not surprised to see this, but he gently placed his thumb and index finger on his right hand, as if he was sticking to a flower, and he smiled.

The five fingers of the left hand popped up quickly...

"Puff!"

The sound of breaking through the air starts, and the fingers burst out, which is exactly the "Flower Picking Finger" of "Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills".

Cui Baiquan barely stopped two weapons, but was knocked down by the third weapon.

Guo Yanzhi exclaimed in surprise and wanted to intercept him from the side, but he was hit by Jiumozhi with a palm.

Seeing that Cui Baiquan could not escape, suddenly the empty air suddenly condensed, and a sharp finger energy broke through the air and attacked.

"One Yang Finger?"

Jiumozhi was shocked and did not care about dealing with Cui Baiquan. He turned around and hit the "Flower-picking" and hit it.

"Puff!"
Chapter completed!