"Shiyin gave me a lot of things."

On his own boat, Chen Qiu sat cross-legged on the bed, Qingqing lay beside him, reorganizing the package.

Lei Shiyin said that she prepared things for Qingqing for travel, but it was actually very exaggerated.

Whether it is a small snack, clothing, or some gadgets that girls like, they have made four large boxes for Qingqing.

The boxes were piled up in the cabin, and Qingqing flipped around like a treasure hunt.

This girl’s new best friend is indeed generous.

"Ah! So much money."

Qingqing exclaimed, as if she had turned over something amazing. Chen Qiu turned his head and saw two boxes of silver ingots at the bottom of the box, which looked like the kind of ingots used in martial arts dramas.

On the box, there are several silver notes.

"Lee Lei's hand is really big enough."

Chen Qiu looked at it and said:

"Put it away, it's also their heart."

"Senior brother, you said that the song is so beautiful, but her father is so..."

Qingqing looked at her senior brother and gestured with her fingers on her stomach. She whispered:

"I even doubt whether Shiyin is his daughter."

"There is indeed a bit similar between the eyebrows and eyes."

Chen Qiu interrupted Qingqing's Wuwang guess, and he said:

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, it will cause trouble if it spreads."

"oh."

The junior sister responded, she covered the box and sat next to her senior brother. She thought about it and asked again:

"Senior brother, do you think Mr. Lei is really a rich man who doesn't know martial arts skills? I think he can firmly take the lead in the Heluo Gang, so why can he have some skills, right?"

"I have no idea."

Chen Qiu closed his eyes and said casually: "But maybe."

The next moment, he entered the Sword Jade Dream.

In front of him, those "enthusiastic" black-clothed guard phantoms have been missing in the past few days, but in addition to them, Shan Gui and Chengying's old Taoist phantom, there is another chubby middle-aged man.

Mr. Lei!

Just now, Master Lei enthusiastically supported Chen Qiu into his seat, and Jian Yu resonated slightly.

Chen Qiu has tested it along the way. This sword jade will only resonate actively when encountering a gangster who is more powerful than him.

In other words, this Master Lei is definitely a hidden master.

Chen Qiu took off the Yanling sword in his dream. He stroked his hand that was warmed with ointment today and took a step towards the phantom of Lei Ye.

After 30 seconds, Chen Qiu was reborn in his dream.

He looked at the phantom of Lei Ye who had become weaker in front of him, and he had a clear mind.

It is weaker than the mountain ghost, but if it were apart from Chengying's powerful weapon, the mountain ghost is probably not a match for Lei Ye.

The phantom held the knife in his hand, probably Lei Ye's hand-joining weapon.

But during the fight, the phantom did not come out very much. He calmly responded to Chen Qiu's increasingly skillful wind and thunder finger attacks, and could kill Chen Qiu in a few breaths.

"Is this what Qingqing said, a master in the martial arts world?"

Chen Qiu smiled.

He no longer challenged Lei Ye to die, but continued to practice martial arts with the black guards in his dreams. However, as Chen Qiu became more and more skillful in mastering Feng Lei Finger, this competition became more and more boring.

Where should I go and find a few phantoms with similar martial arts to practice my moves?

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"Bang"

The broken corpse on the spine hit the gate of Juyi Hall in Funiu Mountain Village like a cannonball. The corpse was bombarded by huge force and then broke into pieces.

Just like a unique impression painting, the dirty and bloody flesh remained on the door, and a picture of Hell Shura was painted.

This huge Funiu Village has become a mess.

Under the leadership of their respective leaders, the minions rushed from all over to try to stop the vicious invader, but amid the sound of shouting and killing, there was only one attacker trapped.

A middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe, holding a Buddha stick in his hand, and even placing a ring scar on his head.

His face was cold and he looked at the bandits around him as nothing. He twisted the sandalwood Buddhist beads on his chest with one hand and waved the heavy Buddhist stick with the other.

This weapon was forged in fine steel. Although it does not have the sharp tip of the spear gun, it is extremely heavy and unstoppable when swung.

What's even more terrifying is that the monk was dancing with one-handed sticks.

The Buddha stick weighing nearly a dozen pounds was like a feather in his hands.

"Bang"

Another bandit leader with a knife rushed over, and the ferocious face was cut off by a black Buddha stick, smashed his weapon in his chest, flew backwards, knocking the minions behind him to the ground.

The monk's shoes were covered with blood, and every step forward left a clear footprint.

The surrounding bandits kept attacking, and the blood-stained Buddha stick rotated in his hands, knocking the shot arrows to the ground. Occasionally, a few arrows escaped, but they were also blocked by the red cassock on the monks.

"I won't retreat yet!"

The monk shouted.

His voice was blessed with strong true energy, like a harsh demon sound. When it suddenly exploded, the minions shouting to kill all over his body turned white, and they were swept across the wind by the heavy Buddha stick, almost cutting them in half.

Blood splattered everywhere and the remains fell to the ground.

A ring of blood formed around the monk. This tragic scene made the minions behind stay where they were and dared not go forward again.

The monk didn't pay attention to those who were afraid. He was solemn and walked forward, as if the murder was as casual as reciting Buddhist scriptures.

But if anyone dares to stop him, he will be hit by the Buddha stick and the account will be settled immediately.

In this little Funiu village, no one could stop this evil star from heaven.

"master!"

A leader shouted to the monk tremblingly:

"Although we do some kidnapping transactions, we have never collided with the surrounding temples, and we have always been with all kinds of heroes. Why do you want to kill us all with compassion?"

This question made the Shura monk stop.

He leaned on the blood-stained Buddha stick and twisted the Buddhist beads with his left hand, and said while pulling them:

"You gathered people to cause disaster and disturb the people. I don't know how many innocent bones were buried under the Funiu Mountain Village."

"Today, I will practice the way for heaven, except for you evil thieves, to comfort the resentful spirits! After removing you, I will recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra for all donors, so that donors can eliminate karma and enter the samsara early."

"Since you have a pure and innocent life, you are already my Buddha's mercy. What else can you say?"

This was so cold that it made the bandits look desperate.

I am afraid that things today will not be good.

The sword-holder shouted again:

"In the past, you didn't see you practicing morality, but you appeared at this time. You and the Heluo Gang couldn't get along with each other! Today, I'll die if I'm about to die. Grandpas can drink big bowls of wine and eat meat in big mouthfuls, which is a blessing!"

"But you have to let me be a wise ghost! Are you sent by the old thief Lei Lie?"

"No."

The monk sighed, and he looked at the scene of Shura around him and said softly:

"Lei Lie still can't call me. Since the donor is so persistent, I will answer your questions."

He walked towards the leader, who was afraid and urged his minions to resist one or two.

But the monk was murderous, but when he got close, he would be beaten to pieces by a stick. In just a few dozen steps, seven minions died under the monk's stick.

He walked to the leader with weak legs, his eyes full of indifference and ruthlessness, he said:

"I came for the sound of poetry."

"You wait for such a messy person, dare to kill my nephew's life! Since the donors are so impatient, I will send you all the relief..."

The leader looked around and the minions in Funiu Mountain Village were scared and dispersed outside the village.

He knew that he would die, so he stopped resisting. He threw down the knife in his hand, raised his head, and said to the monk in front of him:

"After all, I've gotten to hell, and I know who killed me, right?"

"What do you know so much about dying?"

The monk snorted coldly, slapped his hand and hit the bandit's head in the heart.
To be continued...