Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 655 Dissatisfied
The "Three Demons Beyond the Great Wall" are well-known figures in the Jianghu, but they were defeated by a "boy" and spread the news. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get mixed up in the Jianghu.

After seeing Fang Jianming's tricks, Gu Yuedong was even more sure of who this person was. He felt bad luck in his heart, and he no longer had the intention to snatch the martial arts secrets from Leifeng Pagoda.Even if Fang Jianming wasn't present, at this moment, he should understand that Baozhu is a divine monk with extraordinary martial arts. With their martial arts alone, they are not qualified to attack Leifeng Pagoda.

He pondered for a while, and was about to say something, when he saw the ugly-faced old man and "Old Xi" come out at the same time, the former said: "The two martial arts are very good, Hong Mou is willing to bow down." The latter said: "Master and young man Xia's martial arts are astonishing, Xi feels ashamed."

Fang Jianming smiled and said, "Do you still want to continue playing?"

The faces of the two blushed slightly, but fortunately they knew each other better, and they didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the "Three Immortals Outside the Great Wall" and Sang Tianzuo, "Old Xi" laughed aloud, and said, "The young man is joking." As soon as they met the eyes of the ugly-faced old man, they both saw that the other party was planning to leave. The two turned around and clasped their fists at Gu Yuedong. Your hospitality, farewell."

After speaking, the two jumped up, landed on the lake like two big birds, stepped on the water and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man pretended to be in deep thought, as if he had no intention of leaving.

Gu Yuedong sighed, cupped his fists at him and smiled wryly: "Brother Lai, the matter has come to an end, it's only my fault that I made a wrong calculation, and I have no face to keep guests, so please do as you please."

Before the middle-aged man in Taoism could speak, Baozhu put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, ancient benefactor, I am very pleased that you can think like this. The night is getting late, and we have to go back."

Gu Yuedong wished that the orb would not be held accountable, he hurriedly said: "If you are a frog in the well and offend the master, please forgive me."

Baozhu said "Amitabha", and Fang Jianming flew up into the air, just like a pair of birds flying down the water, stepping on the lake and going away.

After the two left, the middle-aged man said with a smile: "Brother Gu guessed who this boy is?"

Gu Yuedong said: "If it wasn't for him, how could the 'Three Demons Beyond the Great Wall' suffer such a big loss?"

The middle-aged man clasped his fists slightly, and said: "I still have some things to do, let me go." Flying away, Gu Yuedong didn't intend to keep him, he frowned and thought about things.

At this time, a man behind Gu Yuedong came up and said in a low voice, "Master, what should Zeng Guangtai and Ni Yuanzhi do?"

Gu Yuedong was stunned for a moment before thinking of these two people. He glanced at the Leifeng Pagoda in the night, and when he was about to lead someone there, he changed his mind and said inwardly, "I'm afraid these two guys have already been captured by Baozhu's disciples." Come on, if I go up to intercede for them, where will I save face as the leader of the gang? Forget it, I think the old monk won't make things difficult for them too much, and I don't need to do anything extra."

He didn't worry about the life and death of these two people, he only felt that one thing was more important than anything else, and said in a deep voice: "Tell the brothers to speak well, if anyone spreads the news tonight, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people. Tomorrow If anyone comes looking for me, please notify me as soon as possible, understand?"

Several subordinates said in unison: "Yes, leader."

After Fang Jianming and Baozhu went up to the lake, they walked along the small path. Fang Jianming murmured, "Old Zen Master, aren't you afraid that Gu Yuedong will arrange for others to take the opportunity to attack Leifeng Pagoda?"

Baozhu said with a smile: "There will be no problem with the disciples watching over."

Although Fang Jianming knew that the little novice was possessed of special skills, but thinking of the endless tricks in the Jianghu, he had suffered a lot, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Suddenly heard the sound of fluttering clothes from behind, someone said: "Master and young hero, please stop, I have something to ask for advice."

The two of them looked back and were stunned for a moment. The person who came was actually the middle-aged man pretending to be.

Fang Jianming smiled and said, "What? You haven't given up, and you still want to make an idea of ​​Leifeng Pagoda?"

The middle-aged man in Daoist costume laughed "haha" and said: "Young Xia Fang is indeed a hero among men. Just now he teased those three old monsters so much, Lai really opened his eyes."

Fang Jianming asked in surprise, "How do you know my surname is Fang?"

The middle-aged man in Daozhuang smiled lightly, and said: "Lai's eyes are not blind yet, so naturally he won't misjudge people."

Fang Jianming thought: "This person is definitely not comparable to Sang Tian Zuona and others." He asked: "Did you meet me?"

Daozhuang middle-aged man said: "Although this is the first time for Lai to meet Fang Shaoxia, the name of Fang Shaoxia has long been known. The master of this sect once witnessed the process of the young man's martial arts contest with Dali's Duan Yanzong at the martial arts conference in the capital. When the old man talked about Shaoxia, he was full of praise, thinking that among the younger generation, Shaoxia's martial arts should be the highest."

Fang Jianming said: "The master of the noble family has given a wrong award." Curious in his heart, he said, "Who is the master of the noble family? Do you know me?"

The middle-aged man in Daozhuang didn't answer the first question, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that the young hero and Duan Yanzong were fighting very hard at that time, and I didn't see the master of this sect."

Fang Jianming pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered that when he competed with Duan Yanzong on the stage that day, there were indeed a few special people in the audience, and he guessed afterwards that one of them was Zhou Feng.

The middle-aged man pretending to be Daoist suddenly gave him a deep fist, and said: "I, Lai Changkong, have something I want to ask the young man. I wonder if the young man would like to tell you?"

Fang Jianming smiled and said: "As long as you are not looking for trouble, I am happy to accompany you."

Lai Changkong was overjoyed, thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "How is the friendship between the young hero and the 'passionate swordsman' Lin Xiulin?"

Fang Jianming was stunned, and said: "We can't talk about friendship, I only met him a few times and talked to him a few times."

Lai Changkong said: "I heard that Lin Xiulin is surrounded by a group of people, all of them are good at martial arts, and they form a school of their own called 'Xiaoyao', but is it true?"

Fang Jianming said: "These things have already spread, didn't your honor hear about it?"

Lai Changkong said: "Ms. Lai is ignorant and ignorant, and the young man laughed at him." After a pause, he said, "Excuse me for asking Mr. Lai again, but there are three old monks beside Lin Xiulin?"

The more Fang Jianming listened, the more surprised he was. It was no secret who Lin Xiulin was with. Many people knew that Lai Changkong had heard about it since he was in Hangzhou. Why did he ask such details?

Fang Jianming nodded and said, "Yes, there are indeed three old monks beside Lin Xiulin."

Lai Changkong said: "Young Xia, have you ever seen them make a move?"

Fang Jianming shook his head and said, "No. But I can tell that those three old monks are quite skilled in martial arts."

Lai Changkong pondered for a while, then raised his head, cupped his fists at Fang Jianming, and said, "Thank you Fang Shaoxia, Lai has important matters to attend to, so I can't stay long, so I'll leave." He said to Baozhu, "Excuse me, Master." and go.

The origin of Lai Changkong is unknown, Fang Jianming became suspicious of him, and secretly said: "He asked such detailed questions, does he have any trouble with Lin Xiulin?"

Thinking in my heart, I continued to move forward with Baozhu.Soon, the two walked not far from Leifeng Pagoda, but saw many people standing on the field.

Baozhu glanced at the field, and thought to herself: "Why is he here?" He went up to meet him, only to see an old man wearing a long robe, of medium build, with extraordinary momentum "haha", he strode up to meet him, his voice was like a bell : "Master, how are you doing recently?"

Baozhu clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I didn't expect Master Jia to arrive in Hangzhou." He softly scolded the little novice who came after him: "Jing Wu, it's not like you haven't seen Master Jia, why don't you invite guests to the hall to serve tea? ?”

Jing Wu's face flushed, and the old man in long robes hurriedly said: "Master, don't blame your apprentice, it is Jia who is willing to wait for Master here."

Stretching out his hand and pointing outward, he said with a smile: "Master, these two lunatics dared to disturb the Leifeng Pagoda. They have already been stopped by Jia. We are waiting for Master to deal with them."

Although it was late at night, the situation on the field was clear at a glance. Apart from Jingwu and the old man in the robe, there were five other people.

One was the man named Zeng Guangtai that Fang Jianming had met before, and the one "standing" with Zeng Guangtai was a bald old man in black clothes.The postures of the two were weird. Zeng Guangtai raised his hands to the sky, which was the move of "Overlord Lifting a Tripod". The bald old man stood upright with one leg and his arms were straight, which was the move of "Golden Rooster Standing Alone".

The two of them could neither move nor speak, their eyeballs rolled away, and the bald old man's forehead was slightly sweaty, probably because he was tired from "standing".

The other three were a handsome young man, a middle-aged man with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a middle-aged fat man with a folding fan in his hand.

Except for Zeng Guangtai, Fang Jianming had seen these people for the first time. He took a quick glance and saw the situation in front of him clearly.

Zeng Guangtai and the bald old man are in a group, and they have been restrained now, while the other four are headed by the long-robed old man.

Baozhu took a look at Zeng Guangtai and the bald old man, walked up, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and untied the restraints on the two of them, saying: "You go."

Zeng Guangtai and the bald old man breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still in shock and did not leave.

The middle-aged fat man frowned, walked towards the two of them, and said as he walked, "Master let you go, why don't you go quickly?"

Zeng Guangtai glared at him angrily, and said, "The feet are on our bodies, we can walk if we want to, we don't need you to urge us."

The middle-aged fat man stopped walking, and said with a smile, "Are you not convinced?"

The bald old man sneered, and said: "The two of us were fighting with that little novice, who would have expected you to appear suddenly, and you were caught off guard for a while." When he said that, he stared at the old man in robes.

The old man in the long robe smiled lightly and said, "Your Excellency blames me for not intervening?"

Although the bald old man was amazed at his martial arts, he couldn't give up after being humiliated. He said in a deep voice, "I want to fight alone with you."

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged fat man burst out laughing "haha".

The bald old man said angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

The middle-aged fat man's face darkened, and he shouted: "Ignorant lunatic, why don't you get out of here?"

After saying that, the folding fan in his hand unfolded with a "swish", and slapped the opponent's face incomparably swiftly. This style of play can be described as very novel.

The bald old man felt a blur in front of his eyes and a strong wind blowing in his face, he was startled, he hurriedly raised his head, and fell two feet away.

The middle-aged fat man turned his head and grinned at Zeng Guangtai, and shouted, "Get out too!"

Fold the fan together, use it as a long sword, and point at the opponent's "Qishe".Zeng Guangtai clasped his palms in front of his chest, with a strong wind, he sneered and said: "I'm afraid you won't succeed, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged fat man suddenly changed his move halfway, the folding fan changed its direction, and pointed towards "Tiantu".

Zeng Guangtai's complexion changed drastically, and he was forced to take a step back. The middle-aged fat man followed him like a shadow, and pointed out the folding fan repeatedly.

Fang Jianming was slightly surprised when he saw that the middle-aged fat man shot so quickly, and thought: "This fat man's pointing technique is not only unique, but has already reached the pinnacle. Zeng Guangtai is going to be in big trouble."

(End of this chapter)