"Damn it, I actually got the lottery!"

Acropolis reached out and touched his waist, and blood was bleeding. He was just now, so the sword energy did not leave a deadly wound on him. However, even so, Acropolis was still in anger at this time.

"You evil woman, I just said a few words to you and then killed me!"

"Hmph, stinky brat, it's your hands and you can do it!"

At this time, Qin Hongmian, who was shocked by the internal strength of the Acropolis, was so sad that he vomited blood from his mouth. He just turned his face away with his veiled face, looking like you could deal with it.

"Anyway, you have a holiday with Constable Liu, I will send you to her," Acropolis said as he was about to bend down to lift the woman up, but the woman opened his hand and raised her eyebrows, "Oh, it's quite tough,"

He used all his strength to lift the woman up. He was about to slash him out, but a gust of wind came from behind him. Aicheng sneered and swung Qin Hongmian backwards. He heard a puff sound as if a hidden weapon was penetrated into his body. Qin Hongmian groaned twice and flew out.

"Where to go?" Acropolis saw a figure behind the flying figure of Qin Hongmian, holding it with sword energy, step out, kicked the beam and pillar, and used the momentum to approach, and an invisible wave of air waves between the sleeves.

From behind Qin Hongmian, he also stretched out a hand covered with calluses, and he faced the Acropolis like lightning.

Bang bang. The two of them took a few steps back. Before the Acropolis could land, they felt the strong wind rushing their bodies. They pulled back in the air and barely avoided them.

Dingding, several silver needles were inserted into the ground that he should have fallen. Acropolis took a breath, and the silver needles were inserted into the stones on the ground. Looking up, a black shadow flashed away on the roof opposite. He couldn't help but say angrily, "Damn it, you're walking fast!"

......

The Acropolis sneaked back to the inn and asked the guy to take a shower. He treated the wound on his waist. The wound was not deep and did not hurt the vital points. The bleeding was soon stopped.

Monk Bajie came back in the middle of the night. He jumped into the Acropolis room with a happy look on his face, pulled him up, and gave him to the Acropolis pen, ink, paper and ink.

"In order to thank the two of us, the iron shopkeeper is willing to help us build weapons himself. I don't use weapons, so the iron spirit will give you all. What weapons do you want? Write them on paper and I will send them tomorrow."

Acropolis looked at the monk who was so happy on his face, blinked his eyes and shook his head, "Your share is still yours, I just need my own share,"

"No," the little monk said, his eyes rolled a little and explained, "I originally wanted to bring those iron spirits back to the temple and ask the uncles to help get a stick, but later he decided not to use it. I'll give it to you."

The monk's tone was firm, and it was obvious that he had already thought about it. Acropolis looked at him sideways, took out his wine bag and took a sip, and said, "Why?"

"I'm destined to be with you,"

"Beast!" The longer the monk got along, the more he realized that he was a wretched, shameless and shameless monk Hua. Acropolis naturally didn't believe in any bullshit words. As Acropolis said, Acropolis looked at him with a suspicious look, "Can you ask me to help me?"

"Hehe, then I won't hide it from the donor," the monk walked to the acropolis with a look of embarrassment and said embarrassedly, "I do have a request."

The Acropolis quickly took two steps back and looked at him with a vigilant look, "I won't tell me that you can't go to the Western Regions with me, right?"

Monk Bajie nodded, then shook his head. When he saw the expression of contempt slowly appearing in the Acropolis expression, he quickly explained, "It's not that I won't go. Since the little monk promised the donor Wei, he naturally has to do it."

"Then why are you embarrassed?" Aicheng pursed his lips. The monk's mouth was like farting. If he smelled, he would not know where he would dissipate.

"This, that," the monk heard the Acropolis ask back and looked embarrassed, and hesitated for a long time without spitting out a word.

"Please, you are a monk. Would you be good to show off your master's demeanor?" Acropolis was anxious. The monk was obviously thick-skinned and was trying to pretend to be pure. Maybe he was performing specifically in front of him, but at this time, don't squeeze him, and cooperate with him to urge him.

"Well, the little monk agreed to go to the Western Regions to try his best to help the donor get the blood-red lotus roots, but for now," the monk said hesitantly, looked at the Cangcheng, saw him looking at him with a straight look, and sighed. He said, "Oh, the little monk said it straight. Originally, the little monk was going to help the donor get the blood-red lotus roots, but now the little monk wants to cooperate with the donor!"

"Cooperation?" Acropolis was puzzled. This monk was also a disciple of a well-known sect. Besides, the sloppy monk is also quite famous among the younger generation in the world. He would not play infernal affairs with him. After thinking about it for a moment, Acropolis looked up at the monk, "What does it mean?"

"It's very simple. You and I will work together to get the blood-red lotus seeds!"

The monk finished speaking word by word, and then looked at the Acropolis where he was drinking very seriously.

Gulugulu.

It was the sound of drinking from the Acropolis swallowing, but it seemed a little louder than before.

Monk Bajie sat down and waited for the Acropolis' reaction without saying a word.

The atmosphere was a bit strange. The two of them sat opposite each other in the whole room without saying a word. They gently remembered the sound of rubbing on the window frame for a while, and focused the two of them in the room there.

"It's a stupid bird!"

The Acropolis retracted its sight and kept the movement caused by the bird hitting the window ling.

“Not stupid,”

The monk reached out and took the wine bag from the Acropolis hand, took a mouthful of it, and looked at the window with a little deeper meaning.

"You have to know that the blood-red lotus seeds are the on-tradition food of the innate masters. They have generously given up our ability to get the blood-red lotus roots," Acropolis said lightly.

"So what?" The monk was not gentle in drinking, and he didn't know if he was studying Buddhism in the temple to think about going down the mountain to steal wine and meat. He quietly approached the Acropolis, "The innate masters will stay outside at that time, but the little monk heard that there are more than 30 blood-red lotus seeds this year,"

"So what?" Acropolis sneered and glanced at the monk who was full of alcohol. "Can you be sure to grab something from the hands of the innate master and then escape? Unless your master protects you!"

The sloppy monk's master is the Master of Seven Commandments of Shaolin Temple. It is very interesting to give his disciple the title of Bajie. He has been with the monk these days, and the monk has confessed some of the situation. Of course, it is a kind of mainland news that is known to all martial arts people. It is not very precious, but it also makes the Acropolis look at the guy with admiration. The monk's mentor, the monk, was actually the first seat of the Shaolin Precepts Hall.

A real innate master, but he brought out such a little wine monk, and the shopkeeper Shaolin Precepts master didn't know how ashamed he should be. The Acropolis was very interested.

"My master? He doesn't care about these things, and it's just him. The innate masters of the six major sects will not go too much. They can only hide in the dark. When the lotus seed appears, they will take it away. Only we fools at the front line of the innate realm are snatching it, and even if they are futile in the end, there are many people who are there!"

Monk Bajie said indignantly.

"I don't believe it. You Shaolin has made fewer things every time?" Acropolis said.

"Haha, donor Wei doesn't know anything," Monk Bajie was stunned, and then explained with relief, "My uncle and master in my temple have indeed succeeded, but it is not as much as you imagined," Monk Bajie waved his hand and looked at the Acropolis, "I can't explain these things clearly for a while. Donor Wei, you should consider the proposal of the little monk,"

After saying that, the monk walked out of the door on his own, which made the Acropolis not react much. It was turning too fast.

Shaking his head, Acropolis picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone brought by the monk, and began to write and draw on the paper.

At night, he fought with Qin Hongmian and her accomplices and made Acropolis realize that it would be better to hurt a handy weapon. As for weapons, Cheng naturally chose the knife without hesitation.

As the saying goes, why don’t you use a knife when you are in the world?

Besides, Acropolis didn't realize that the iron sword stick that looked delicate could be as natural as playing a big sword in his hand.

As for what knife?

Hehe, thinking of this, Acropolis was also looking forward to it. After adding the iron spirit, it can greatly improve the sharpness of the knife and generate strong magnetic force. Such a thing should be considered a treasure knife.

A sketch was drawn on the paper and some detailed requirements were noted.

The Acropolis went to Tie Shopkeeper with Monk Bajie early the next morning. In the end, Monk Bajie did not ask for the iron spirit. Of course, it was not the proposal of Monk Bajie, but the knife that the Acropolis was preparing to cast did not use too much iron spirit. The Tie Shopkeeper personally took the knife to cast the Acropolis, which made the two very grateful.

According to the iron shopkeeper, the knife that the Acropolis requires to be cast will take seven days. The two of the Acropolis calculated the time. It was still more than a month before the Blood Red Lotus Conference. It would probably take half a month for Sanjiang City to leave the Western Regions again. Monk Bajie felt that time was a bit tight, but the Acropolis insisted on waiting for the knife to be cast and taken away.

Helplessly, Monk Bajie had to compromise. Following the Acropolis, the two of them ate, drank and played in Sanjiang City. For some reason, they had a very tacit understanding of Monk Bajie's previous proposals.

In the middle, Monk Bajie was curious about the name of the sword in the Acropolis, and the Acropolis told him mysteriously.

Deer cutting knife.

Monk Bajie only felt that this person was a little weird, shook his head and chanted Amitabha and other things. The Acropolis didn't care at all. In the past few days, he ran to the iron shopkeeper every few days, helped to stir up the wind and fire, and did not return all night, and studied the casting of the deer-cutting knife.

And that night, Acropolis had just returned to the inn when he saw Bajie, Monk Bajie walked in with a bitter look on his face, and Liu Hanyan, who was so harsh that he looked terrifying.

However, the woman smiled at the Acropolis for the first time as soon as she entered the door.

The hairs of Acropolis stood up!
Chapter completed!