Chen Guangming held the crutch of Yan Yan tightly, Yan Yan stared at him with dissatisfaction. While pulling and pulling, Yan Yan was helped away by the other monks.

He caught a chance to tell Zhang Ziqiao about the sternness in his arms. Zhang Ziqiao thought about it and didn't care: "He won't harm me. Look at his face, he is not far from death. If he doesn't have me, he will definitely not be able to survive."

Chen Guangming felt relieved. He brought two bowls of porridge to find Tang Ou who cut down the trees, and did not sit with the monks. Not far away, he saw a flash of blue shirt beside him: Zhang Ziqiao settled the monks for food and drink, and he also left.

Tang Ou drank the porridge for a long time. When she saw Chen Guangming looking at the firewood she had cut down, she asked him: "What are you looking at? Do you still drink it? Don't drink it for me."

"Miss my brother." Chen Guangming said slowly, "He used to be bullied in the old academy and asked him to chop wood. His hands that were holding a pen and writing had many calluses. I feel distressed... I don't know that now I'm in the new academy..."

"By the way, I have a question that I always want to ask you." Tang Ou interrupted his sorrow, "Your name is Chen Guangming, your younger brother is Shen Zhengyi, why is your younger sister Chen Qing? The name is so normal, and the style is not very consistent."

Chen Guangming: "She was originally called Chen Wudi."

Tang Ou: “…”

Chen Guangming: "Later, after returning from studying with the thief Liu Shushu, he fought with our father. She didn't lose, so my father allowed her to change."

He said it normally, but Tang Ou's heart moved.

"Your adoptive father also knows martial arts?" he asked.

Chen Guangming nodded and said, "I understand."

Tang Ou put the clean bowl on the ground, looked at him seriously and said, "Chen Guangming, have you ever thought that the person who caused your meridians to be blocked and cut you seventeen times was your adoptive father Chen Zhi?"

"It's not him." Chen Guangming said with certainty, "I thought about it as early as the Lord of Sinborough took my vein, but your master also said that day, that man wanted to harm me and therefore did not hesitate. Since he had such a deep hatred, how could he take me in and raise me to this age? He is very good, and although he is not as thoughtful to me as justice, he is not bad."

"What if he has a grudge against your parents?" Tang Ou said, "Maybe you were a descendant of a famous family and were kidnapped by him. He wanted to kill you to make your parents suffer. But his thoughts suddenly changed on the way, so he simply bandaged and treated you, raised you to the age of being sensible, and then threw you to Fang Dazao. Shen Guangming, if your parents are open and honest gentlemen, then wouldn't he be able to raise their children into a shameless little liar, isn't it a wonderful revenge?"

Chen Guangming was stunned.

"Your name must be the result of your adoptive father Shen Zhi." Tang Ou's thoughts became rare and clear. "Isn't it a sarcasm for you to call Guangming, but you are doing cheating?"

Chen Guangming was silent for a moment, but many things came to mind.

Tang Ou continued: "Maybe he used some method to make you forget what happened before and follow him with gratitude. You are not allowed to learn knowledge or martial arts, but you have to let the stigmatized habits in the world teach you. When you gradually get older, your name will definitely be as disgusting as Fang Dazao. At that time, due to the obstruction of the meridians, you will definitely be sick and weak all over. How to continue to cheat? How to live? Tell me that he is good? What's the good thing? It's just that you won't let you die."

Tang Ou's voice was circling around Shen Guangming's ears. He hadn't figured it out yet, and a thought suddenly appeared in his head: If so, would Chen Qing be sent to the thief for the same reason and learned to steal?

He suddenly felt cold sweat and stood up quickly.

Tang Ou had quick eyes and quick hands, and caught the pine soup bowl in his hand.

"Don't throw anything!" he said in a deep voice.

Chen Guangming took a few breaths before he recovered: "This is just your guess."

"A possibility." Tang Ou said, "You can't deny it, right?"

What else Chen Guangming wanted to say, and Zhang Ziqiao's voice suddenly came from the mountain road.

"Tang Ou! Help me get herbs!"

Zhang Ziqiao returned to the Yaohu to inspect the herbs and found that there were a few less flavors, so he asked Tang Ou to help him buy it in the neighboring town. Tang Ou rode a horse and probably would be back in the early morning tomorrow. Zhang Ziqiao repeatedly said yes and told Tang Ou that these herbs were used to treat sexually and that they would use them tomorrow, so don't miss them.

Tang Ou responded and turned around and led the horse. Chen Guangming had a big heart in his heart and was restless.

"Let's talk about it when you come back." Tang Ou led the horse past and rubbed it on his head. "It's all my guess, you can don't take it to heart for now."

Chen Guangming: "...You said it but I don't care about it?"

Tang Ou got on the horse and turned around and smiled at him: "I'm talking nonsense, little fool."

Shen Guangming: "..."

Zhang Ziqiao: "Little idiot."

Tang Ou ran away with a dalada. Zhang Ziqiao repeated Chen Guangming's new nickname with great interest and pinched Chen Guangming's face: "What's wrong with the little fool? What did Tang Ou tell you? He doesn't want to marry you anymore? So hateful? If you have any grievances, just tell me, I'll make the decision for you!"

Chen Guangming: "You are so annoyed."

Zhang Ziqiao laughed in anger and took him to the kitchen to pack up his things: "I'll go to the practice room, don't come and quarrel with me if you have nothing to do." Chen Guangming responded and watched him walk up the mountain with a fluttering shirt.

The monks had finished eating and were folding the bowls and chopsticks together. Seeing Chen Guangming rubbing his face in, Zhaoxu saluted him: "Little donor."

"You don't have to clean up, I'll do it." Chen Guangming said, "Go and rest. Hey, where is Master Sexual?"

"Uncle Master has returned to his room to rest." Zhaoxu was the leader of this group of young monks. He asked everyone to leave and stayed in the kitchen to wash with Shen Guangming.

Chen Guangming felt that there was nothing to talk about with a monk, so he looked up at him occasionally and sighed in his heart: Such an extraordinary and handsome man, he thought Xin Muyun was a man, and the monk in front of him was also considered one.

Tang Ou counted half of it...he thought.

Just as he was thinking about something, a darkness suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhaoxu had stood in front of him at some point.

Shen Guangming: "????"

Zhaoxu turned his head and looked at the door, then turned his head to look at Chen Guangming: "Little donor, what is your relationship with Daxia Zhang?"

"He is my...friend's master." Chen Guangming subconsciously lowered his voice when he said the word "friend", for fear that Tang Ou would come out and deny it loudly.

It was only soon that I remembered that Tang Ou went down the mountain.

After hearing his answer, Zhaoxu hesitated for a moment, and lowered her head slightly.

The doors and windows penetrated into the afterglow of the sunset, illuminating half of his face, and the solemn expression on his face was shocking.

"Please tell Zhang Daxia that you must be careful of my uncle." Zhaoxu said quickly.

Chen Guangming was stunned for a moment and immediately asked, "What a bald donkey! Are you going up the mountain to be unfavorable to Daxia Zhang?"

He said this, and a chopstick in his hand pierced out quickly, heading towards Zhaoxu's chest.

Unfortunately, his hands were weak and Zhaoxu did not move at all. He raised his hand and grabbed his wrist: "Zhaoxu came with the teacher at the order of the abbot, but he didn't realize that he had bad intentions until he had dinner at the same table. I am a Shaolin monk, so it is not convenient to remind me, please tell the little donor to tell Zhang Daxia."

His expression was sincere and sincere, and he seemed to be two people from the monk with a cold and calm expression that Chen Guangming had seen before. Chen Guangming suddenly remembered the smile Zhaoxu showed to him at the foot of the mountain.

It really doesn't look like a bad guy.

He threw away the chopsticks, turned around and ran out of the kitchen, and headed straight to the mountain.

Zhaoxu stood in the kitchen and watched him run. The shadow on the eaves was extremely thick, wrapping him in the darkness, leaving only a corner of the monk's robe illuminated by the sunlight.

At this time, Zhang Ziqiao was explaining his treatment method for sexual strictness in his practice room.

He had a book of the "Ten Difficult Sutras" in his arms, and he was in a very happy mood. Even when he looked at the monk's robes with a strict personality, his disgust was not that strong.

"I have to ask my apprentice to go down the mountain to buy it." He said, "Because it is rare, I have to spend some time looking for it in the neighboring town. I will definitely be able to treat you tomorrow, so please rest assured."

He also had a little more respect in his words, and when he stood up, he smiled at Sexual.

He looked at him with a stern face and expressionless face: "I don't believe in you. I want Qingyang's heart method."

Zhang Ziqiao paused, and his good temper had finally gathered up, and he had already run out: "Qingyang's mental method is in this room, but I will never give it to you. I'm strict with my nature. If you don't believe me, don't treat it. Even if you feel pain, don't die on my mountain. I am a mundane person, cherish money and have to find someone to carry your body. It's not cost-effective, not cost-effective."

He gathered the cloth spread on the ground, and packed all the herbs in the cloth, turned around and walked towards the medicine cabinet.

Qingyang Zushi had practiced medicine. He and Zhang Ziyun also learned some medicine when they followed him, but they were not good after all, so there were not many herbs on Ziyun Peak and the medicine cabinet was very small.

When Zhang Ziqiao bent down and stuffed the cloth bag into the medicine cabinet, his mind suddenly moved, and he supported the medicine cabinet with his right palm and turned around.

A thin blade was silently inserted into the medicine cabinet, which was exactly where Zhang Ziqiao was standing just now.

"...Sexuality, what are you doing?" Zhang Ziqiao glared at the strictness, "Is this how you Shaolin people treat your benefactors?"

Seven slowly stood up from the ground. He just let out the knife, as if he had used all his strength. His chest was undulating, his breathing was breathing, and his face was full of viciousness.

"Zhang Ziqiao, if you hand over Qingyang's heart method, you are my benefactor." He said.

Zhang Ziqiao smiled: "You are so strict. You can't even stand firmly. You still want to fight me? Has Shaolin not seen Qiu Shuang Sword for too long? I want to feed it with blood..."

Before he finished speaking, his knees suddenly became soft and he quickly stood firm with the wall. He turned his head to look and saw that the thin blade inserted into the medicine cabinet was trembling gently, and the powder as thin as dust dissipated around as he swayed.

Sexuality has already walked towards him.

"Strict nature!" Zhang Ziqiao was shocked, "You are too despicable!"

When he was a teenager, he had dealt with Shaolin. He knew that Shaolin people never despise using drugs, so he never thought of being careful. Moreover, he had been ruthless in his pulse for his strictness. His pulse was indeed a dying person. He had always looked like he was weak and had a very angry look. Zhang Ziqiao was very upset and stared at Bu Jin's sexual sexuality.

"If you harm me, you won't get Qingyang's mental method." Zhang Ziqiao said sternly, "You don't even want your own life!"

"If you don't talk about Qingyang's Heart Method, it's in this room, I won't have the intention to kill you. Look at what I am like now, I really want to thank Master Qingyang for this "Ten Difficult Sutras". "He walked to Zhang Ziqiao, pushed him to the ground, bent down and pulled out the "Ten Difficult Sutras" from his arms. "The "Ten Difficult Sutras" are indeed effective. Although I don't understand Qingyang's Heart Method, I have practiced the Ten Difficult Sutras for a year, and my meridians have not recovered, but my body has improved. Zhang Daxia, it's no problem to teach you a lesson now."

Zhang Ziqiao laughed and said, "I understand. You are determined to get the Qingyang Heart Method from me. What a Shaolin Temple, you can even use soft muscle sanitary. You are worthy of being a famous sect!"

Sexually smiled, "Xia Zhang still underestimates me too much."

He had taken the soft mushroom powder antidote, without any influence. He pulled out the knife from the medicine cabinet and threw the "Ten Difficult Sutra" to the ground.

"Tell me where Qingyang's mind method is." He squatted down with a strict temperament, and his breath suddenly became heavy-the injury always made him uncomfortable. "You say it's death, but if you don't say it, it's also death. I can only practice ten difficult hands in this world. You said that I won't kill your disciple if I avoid the pain of searching. How about it? You only have one chance to answer, Zhang Daxia."

At the end, he spoke in a stern tone, as if he was a executioner.

Zhang Ziqiao sneered: "I'm afraid that you can't kill my apprentice in this way. If you are good at killing, will Shaolin forgive you easily? You are stupid and stupid. Since I'm talking to this point, how can I tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly became cold.

Sexually stabbed the knife into his chest.

"I don't have to reason with you or bargain with you." He whispered, "Zhang Daxia, with the murderous thought, I am already a Shaolin monk. When I have mastered a complete ten-strange move, will I still be afraid of the old monks of Shaolin Temple? You don't know what life I have lived in the temple in the past few years. Everyone looks down on me and can bully me, just because I am a useless man without martial arts. Look at those young people, who have respect for me? I, the head of the Shaolin Prison Hall, have become like this... If you don't tell me, I will find it myself. Qingyang's mind method is in this room, but you personally say... Zhang Daxia? Zhang Ziqiao?"

He sniffed and pulled out the knife and wiped it clean on Zhang Ziqiao.

"Die a little faster." He patted Zhang Ziqiao's silent face with his blade, "The first execution in the Punishment Hall has always been quick and accurate. If you can try it, you will be lucky in three lives."

Shen Guangming was panting all the way. When he ran outside the practice room, he found that there was silence around him.

"Hiss Zhang!" he shouted, "The monks are fighting below! What should I do if Master Zhaoxu has the blood on his head?"

He shouted loudly, thinking that if the monk who was brave in the practice room had a fierce spirit, he would come out to stop him when he heard his disciples fight.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear any sound. He was afraid of something, so he simply walked up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of blood came out.

Shen Guangming felt a chill in his heart, and someone suddenly pushed the door open inside the door. He was knocked and fell backwards.

"Sexuality!" Shen Guangming recognized that the person who was staggering away was the strictness of his sex, and hurriedly shouted.

He was so mean and didn't look back, and he headed straight towards the bushes.

Shen Guangming got up from the ground and was about to chase after him, but suddenly he remembered the blood inside the house and quickly turned around to look.
Chapter completed!