I have many teachers

Chapter 190 Feihong Luoyu, Jianghu Enmity, The World's Number One Thief (2\2)

Hong Luoyu felt like she was in a dream.

Everything in the past is replaying in my mind, leaving home since I was a child, learning martial arts from a teacher, wandering the rivers and lakes, like a dream of prosperity in the world, it emerges in my mind very clearly, but it all dissipates, and then it seems to be in a trance from above the clouds He fell to the ground and fell into the mortal world.

The perception of the body resurfaced in his mind.

There seemed to be a very itchy feeling coming from the tip of his nose, which made him unable to continue to 'sleep'. He opened his eyes impatiently, but saw a face he never wanted to see again, his scalp went numb, and he woke up immediately. Unable to wake up again, subconsciously shrunk his neck back, saying:
"I, you, me, me, me..."

The scribe in blue shirt squatted in front of him expressionlessly, teasing his nose with a bristlegrass in his hand, seeing him open his eyes, he just glanced at him casually, his expression remained expressionless , "provoked" in front of him with the dog's tail grass.

Hong Luoyu sneezed loudly, looking at the face in front of him, his heart gradually became angry, and he cursed loudly, saying:
"Stop! The surname is Ying, it turns out to be you picky bastard with a pink head and a pretty face, I beep——"

"You mother beep—"

"Stop as soon as possible, or I will beep——"

"Beep beep beep-"

This feeling seemed to be a bit long, he cursed very vigorously, he just felt hearty, and there was nothing opaque and refreshed in his body, but at this moment, he saw the scribe over there throwing down the straw in his hand, slowly getting up, and unexpectedly He was unusually tall, casting a heavy shadow on his face.

There was a tremor in my heart, and the voice stopped abruptly.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had no legs or arms, like a stick.But he couldn't feel the slightest pain, his scalp felt cold instantly, and he cried out:

"You bastard, what the hell are you doing..."

At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, and the memory that the scribe had poured into his mind before came to life. After a moment of trance, he understood the changes in the world at this time, understood the identity of the scribe in front of him, and his face turned pale.

But before he could speak, he saw the scribe in front of him leaning down, and saw the familiar sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Ying had already grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

Cold sweat broke out on Hong Luoyu's forehead, and he smiled apologetically:
"Then what, sir...?"

The scribe smiled at him, Hong Luoyu felt a little relieved, and saw the vigorous inner energy suddenly appearing on the scribe, echoing the heaven and the earth, and various visions appeared around him, such as the golden lotus of the sky flower and the golden dragon elephant.

Youming Wang Xuying blessed the slightly thin body of the scribe, Mr. Ying sneered, shook his hands and threw Hong Luoyu into the air, lifted the hem of his clothes with his right hand, and threw his right leg like a steel whip. It hit Hong Luoyu's buttocks.

Although the latter has no siblings at this time, but relying solely on internal strength, he has also displayed a very strong lightness kung fu. He almost dissipated all the great power of the scribes to lift the mountains, but under the influence of the remaining strength, but It also shot towards the distance like an off-string arrow, annoyed in his heart, and cursed through the air:
"The surname is Ying, you beep—"

"Didn't I just know that you secretly fell in love..."

Wu Changqing's ears moved, and he listened carefully. The scribe was expressionless, and raised his right hand. There was sword energy rushing into the sky, making a mighty thunder sound, and then he waved his hand. The roar of the sword energy smashed the sea of ​​light and clouds, and shot precisely On top of Hong Luoyu's body, he took the latter away quickly.

The screaming sound was covered by the roar of the sword qi. The high-speed impact of the sword qi shattered the cloud and mist, and the air flow caused by it caused changes in the cloud and mist, giving birth to rain clouds, which followed along the way, refracting the sunlight, and pulled out after the screaming figure A flying rainbow.

Wu Changqing's scalp was numb for a while, looking at the green-clothed scribe in front of him, he felt that the latter seemed to be more difficult to deal with than usual, and he couldn't let this state continue, so he glanced aside, where Master Yuanci was sitting cross-legged on the blue stone On top of that, chanting sutras with eyes closed is regarded as having entered the realm of meditation and isolating from the outside world.

At the moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet, pretending that he had never heard what Hong Luoyu said just now, stroked his beard, and said:

"Sir, where are you going to let this guy fly..."

The scribe glanced at him, his eyebrows were normal, but his whole body seemed to be chilling.

Indifferently said:

"...Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Wu Changqing felt slightly relaxed, thinking about what Mr. is doing, and he still has reason... Then he saw the corner of the scribe's mouth twitching, outlining a cold smile, and said:
"I removed all the power of this world on him, so he can only fly at this speed."

"I calculated that he should be able to fly back from behind before he starved to death."

The old man's expression froze.

Looking at Yuanci as if asking for help, he found that the monk was still sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras, as if he didn't know what happened, so he raised his hand to his lips, coughed heavily, and said:

"Master Yuanci?"

After several times in a row, the monk finished reciting the scriptures, and just now he opened his eyes, and what he saw was Wu Changqing, whose face was darkened. He raised his hand and took off two tampons from his ears, saying:

"Why does Mr. Wu look at the poor monk like this? But what's the matter?"

"By the way, where's Hong Luoyu?"

Hearing this, Wu Changqing felt a sense of suffocation surging in his chest, but Yuan Ci's expression on his face showed that he had never heard Cai's words before, so he could only sigh secretly in his heart, discarding what he shouldn't know, and recounting what he had just seen. Tell it again.

There was a slight pause in his voice, but he still couldn't hold back his curiosity. He pointed to the non-extraordinary earplugs in Yuan Ci's hand, and asked:
"Master, you are..."

Yuan Ci looked at the plug in his hand, realized that the old man was puzzled, and said:
"This... Wu Lao hasn't been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, maybe he doesn't know that this poor monk has no choice but to do it..."

After a little recollection, he explained the reason.

This matter started when Hong Luoyu became a teacher when he became a teacher.

The Qinggong of the Thief's Gate was originally a unique skill in the world, unique in the martial arts, Hong Luoyu's talent is outstanding, and he is born three points lighter than ordinary people, but at the age of [-], his Qinggong has surpassed his master, and he is expected to be the number one thief in the Jianghu.

Back then, he worked on many big cases, even walked inside the imperial palace for several times, and was able to come and go freely surrounded by powerful experts. Complacent, he even set his target on Shaolin Temple, the treasured temple in the world. The abbot, whose ears are not too far back, caught him on the spot, and then handed him over to Yuan Ci to take care of him.

It was said at the time that Yuan Cihua had to get rid of the evil thoughts in Hong Luoyu's heart before letting the thief out.

But who knew, Hong Luoyu was born in the family of the thief, and grew up in the market since childhood. After learning martial arts, he traveled the world and felt that scolding people is the most comfortable thing. It's just that the world is so big and there are many dialects. No matter what you say, the fun of cursing will be reduced by more than half.

Therefore, in order to be able to enjoy this fun, he has mastered almost a hundred dialects in the world and various methods of swearing, which is enough to fight repeatedly.

Yuan Ci, who had not yet graduated from the teacher, suffered a lot.

After talking so far, a gloomy look appeared on the monk's face.

Wu Changqing recalled the behavior of the thief just now, it was quite reasonable, and then remembered that since Yuan Ci had already traveled the rivers and lakes, it seemed that the thief was obviously persuaded by Yuan Ci, and according to what the Buddhists said, he had already been saved, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration:
"Grandmaster was able to tolerate him, and his concentration is really good. He is worthy of being the Wrathful King."

Yuan Ci shook his head, looked down at his palm, and whispered:

"No... poor monk, I couldn't argue with him at that time."

"Fortunately, the fist is bigger than him..."

Wu Changqing was slightly startled when he heard the words, looked at the monk in gray clothes in front of him, saw him raise his head, with a peaceful expression on his face, and said:

"He talked too much, making the poor monk have a headache and feel uncomfortable."

"The poor monk had no choice but to use the powerful vajra palm to let him experience the profoundness and tranquility of Buddhism."

"Amitabha……"

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