In the bamboo forest on the river bank, there is a village school. In the grass cottage bookstore without plaques, the middle-aged Confucian scholar Mr. Qi was sitting on chess with a chess with a white piece in his left hand and a black piece in his right hand, which was difficult to solve.

He was about to drop a white piece on the chessboard, and sighed. The Confucian scholar suddenly began to be undecided when he withdrew his hand. After he withdrew his hand, the chess piece was still hovering in the air, still more than an inch away from the chessboard.

The next moment, Mr. Qi's soul left his body and traveled far away, like an immortal wearing snow-white clothes, instantly broke free from his body cage and floated out of the door. When he arrived at the door, a rustling sound suddenly came from the bamboo forest, and thousands of bamboo leaves rolled up to the ground.

Inexplicably, a white silk like a waterfall in the sky appeared in the sky, swinging wildly, waving with the wind, and the rays of light bloomed one after another, crossing the sky. It was like a divine whip or a fairy sword, hanging around the private school.

Mr. Qi's soul suddenly rebounded and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the body that was still holding chess in the Caotang Bookstore suddenly woke up, and a trace of blood was slightly leached from the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Qi took Bai Zi back, wiped the corner of his mouth, smiled helplessly, and said softly: "Brother Ping, this move has been a bit too much!"

In Wutong Lane, Dr. Ping, who was lowering his head and knocking on the abacus, was still pounding on the abacus, muttering: "You are the one who crosses the line. You are shameless and shameless to avoid kid Mu. Are you still going to take action yourself now?"

Mr. Qi shook his head slightly and said, "Even if it is for future generations, it is absolutely impossible for me to bully the small ones. However, the knife just now was a bit abnormal and avoided cause and effect. Don't Brother Ping find it strange?"

Dr. Ping sneered and said, "I think it's normal. Although you have taken away the luck of Mu Zi, you are the son of destiny after all, and Zhenzi is the true son. It's not impossible for the cause and effect to be unaffected."

Mr. Qi frowned and said, "I still feel it's inappropriate."

Dr. Ping said coldly: "I think it's very appropriate."

"But what if I have to go and have a look?"

"Then we can go for a while. I also want to see what kind of Confucianism you are, and how the sage teaches you how to learn from the dog's belly!"

"Brother Ping...ah, that's fine!"

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In Wuming Lane, Mu Feiqing slowly took the knife out of the girl's monk's neck, took out a handkerchief, wiped it gently, and muttered: "The way of cultivation is that even a saint may capsize in the gutter, but a mere second realm dares to be so arrogant. In this ancient times, monks are just stronger in physical means. They know that there are so many treasures in this ancient world. If you have a flying sword, can't I have other magical tools? What qualifications are there to be high on the brink of the waste..."

With a "brush", Park Dao returns to the scabbard. Mu Feiqing suddenly raised his head, looked deep into the alley, and said, "Sir Wu, do you think I'm right or wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, in a corner deep in the alley, Wu Sansheng, a monk from Tianyi Sect, walked out slowly with the black bowl. His face was extremely abnormal. I don’t know if it was embarrassment, shock, or anything else. Looking at the boy in plain clothes, he felt very thrilling. He suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he first entered the path of cultivation, a senior had guided him to do not be careless in the path of cultivation. Be careful when raining, and be more careful in drought.

I don’t know when, maybe he became a real monk. After mastering that powerful power, he could decide the life and death of a mortal, and gradually he became a noble mentality. Even though he knew that this ancient secret realm was extraordinary, regardless of whether the monk or not, it was the same, but he still looked down on these mortals in habit.

But now, the girl's bloody body was still colliding deeply in his heart. Looking at the boy in plain clothes, there was a helplessness and a faint tension that had not appeared in his heart for countless years.

With the girl's past lessons, Wu Sansheng was naturally very cautious. He stopped three feet away from Du Ruo, and added a talisman in his hand. He formally looked at the young man who was still calm after killing him, and said, "I am so proud of my silence!"

Mu Feiqing smiled and said, "I originally thought that Master Wu would take action, so he deliberately prepared an extra knife."

As he said that, Mu Feiqing squatted down slightly, lifted the corner of his clothes, pulled out a dagger from his boots, and said, "This dagger has not only killed people, but also killed monsters. Is Master Wu interested in this rare treasure?"

Wu Sansheng twitched his lips and said, "Although I am determined to fight, I never thought of killing you. I just thought that after Yanxia Mountain kills you, I would take something from you. However, I didn't expect that this great monk would die at your hands."

Mu Feiqing inserted the dagger back, clapped his hands, and said, "Sir Wu, you are so old, why don't you understand this principle? Outside, you are monks, so naturally you are not comparable to ordinary people. But after entering this ancient town, your cultivation level is gone. What's the difference between it and ordinary people?"

"Your mentality is not good, then you think, there are always people who are powerful in mortals. After all, martial arts practice does not require spiritual roots. As long as you have the heart, you can always achieve certain achievements, right?"

Wu Sansheng suddenly realized and said, "So you are a martial arts practitioner. No wonder I can't see the awe of the monks from you. Indeed, in this secret realm, the most lonely martial arts practitioner is unique. Apart from the swords practitioner, I'm afraid he is the strongest martial arts practitioner."

Mu Feiqing spread his hands and said, "So, you have to pay attention. I grew up in this taigu town and think that fighting is a good player, but there are many people who can beat me. You are the master of slugs, so I remind you to be careful not to capsize in the gutter."

Wu Sansheng bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice."

"You're welcome," Mu Feiqing led the old Qingniu and walked not far in front of Wu Sansheng. He suddenly said, "By the way, Master Wu said he wanted to get something from me. Is it the six-character proverb?"

Wu Sansheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I can exchange things for it. These six-character proverbs are useless to martial arts practitioners. They are in your hands... Hey, no, how do you know the six-character proverbs?"

Wu Sansheng suddenly realized that he had never practiced with Mu Feiqing's situation, and even ordinary practitioners could not see the six-character proverbs from that scripture.

Mu Feiqing had already walked closer, looked up and smiled quietly, and said, "Do you want to know why I know? I can tell you, or give you the remaining half of the book, but you have to promise me a condition!"

"What conditions?" Wu Sansheng asked.

Mu Feiqing smiled even more and said, "That's right, let me knock you a scoundrel!"

Wu Sansheng: "Hmm? What?"

"Bang"

A rolling dough stick suddenly fell on Wu Sansheng's forehead, and a circle of stars appeared in front of him. Then he rolled his glasses and rolled his eyes, his body softened, and he fell to the ground with a "thump".

Mu Feiqing quickly looked out his right foot, grabbed the pitch-black bowl, raised it slightly, bounced it up, landed it in his hand, looked over and over again, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, muttering: "It's worthy of being a big sect, it's just rich, it's not bad, it's a pity, it's actually a natal creature, forget it, I'll give it to you!"

After throwing the bowl on the ground, Mu Feiqing squatted down again and touched Wu Sansheng, causing a stir.

"Spirit Stone! Not bad, I'm missing!"

"The magic weapon seems to be of poor quality, so I will settle for it!"

"Hey, bellyband, damn..."

"Forget it, take it all!"

After a while, an old man in disheveled clothes appeared on the ground. His belt disappeared, his pants were loose, his clothes were peeled off, his breasts were exposed, and he lay very boldly on the ground.

Mu Feiqing followed the method and found Zeng Yao's corpse and sighed: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of blaspheming the corpse, but I'm really poor now. I'm going to go to Liqingtian again. I won't do it without getting something!"

That day, the sun was just right.

An outrageous scene appeared in Taigu Town. A young man actually stretched out his clutches at the corpse of a flower-like girl who was touching the fainting.

Finally, the young man rode the old green cow away with satisfaction.

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After a long time, Wu Sansheng slowly woke up. As soon as he stood up, he couldn't help but cover his head. He suddenly felt a chill under his crotch, and his face turned pale. He found that his underwear that had been with him for decades had been thrown beside him.

Wu Sansheng's face was gloomy and he hurriedly sorted out his clothes. Seeing a Park knife inserted at his feet, there was a piece of rice paper inserted on the tip of the knife. He gritted his teeth hard, took the Park knife up, and took off the rice paper on the tip of the knife, with a passage on it:

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you, an old man, and I won't infringe on you. You're still an innocent virgin. Well, I'll accept what you have on you, just treat it as your punishment for calculating me. Oh, what I'm talking about is not your underwear. In the end, I'll say, your thing is so small, it's just an embroidery needle!"

Wu Sansheng's face turned blue and white, and he was so angry that he bit and bleeding. With a wave of force, the rice paper in his hand burned and instantly turned into ashes. He roared to the sky: "Mu Feiqing, wait for me, I will definitely tear you into pieces!"

At this moment, outside the alley, Lin Xuzhi, who was hanging banners in his hand, walked in and saw Zeng Yao's disheveled body, the Park Knife in Wu Sansheng's hand, a blood-wiping handkerchief at his feet, and the underwear...

At that moment, countless thoughts appeared in Lin Xuzhi's mind. He really didn't know how much insult he had suffered, nor did he know whether he was before or after his death!

Lin Xuzhi was furious and waved his banner and roared:

"Dog thief, come with your life!"

Wu Sansheng was angry and suddenly woke up by this roar. He immediately realized that he had been misunderstood. He hurriedly threw the knife in his hand and shouted: "Misunderstanding, I didn't kill it, I have evidence..."

He waved his hand and said, "Damn!"

The rice paper in my hand has turned into ashes!
Chapter completed!