Wuhua looked at Luo Feiyu who jumped out of the window, sighed and apologized to the shopkeeper and waiter: "I have caused trouble to the donors."

The waiter quickly waved his hand and together with the shopkeeper cleaned up the doors and windows, locking and sealing them one by one.

Luo Feiyu stood struttingly in the road, wearing a red dress that stood out.

"You're impulsive." Wuhua landed next to Luo Feiyu and said without any hesitation.

Luo Feiyu drew out his swords angrily, and without refuting Wu Hua, he took a few steps back and started to change his name.

The waiter and the shopkeeper huddled behind the door, watching with half of their heads trembling.

The most conspicuous place in the whole street was Luo Feiyu, who was standing in the middle of the road. They could not escape the fate of being noticed. But fortunately, with the attraction of a beautiful "woman" like Luo Feiyu, the two Japanese people naturally

There was no time left to rob the teahouse.

Wuhua said he was impulsive, but that was not entirely true. The teahouse closed later than usual because he lingered, otherwise even if the Japanese came, he would not be targeted for not closing.

Now that we are at such a close distance, no matter how quick the waiter and the shopkeeper are at packing things, it will not help.

Even though Luo Feiyu is like a dog, he still has some moral principles.

If the matter has nothing to do with you, just don't provoke him; now that the trouble is right in front of you, why should you just cower? It's not that he doesn't have the value of force, so why make himself unhappy.

The two Japanese were described as wretched. When they saw Luo Feiyu, his eyes were straightened, and he was mumbling the island language. Luo Feiyu couldn't understand the ancient Japanese language, so he subconsciously asked Wuhuadao: "What are they talking about?"

Wuhua glanced at him and remained silent for a long time before saying, "I compliment you on your beauty."

Luo Feiyu laughed, his eyebrows bright and moving, "I also know I'm beautiful."

Wuhua looked sideways and asked, "How do you know I understand Japanese?"

Luo Feiyu took it for granted: "Isn't your father from Japan, what's so strange?"

Wuhua narrowed his eyes, as if he was about to say something more, but the two Japanese were already in front of him, so he did not continue, but looked at the waiter and shopkeeper of the teahouse calmly.

Luo Feiyu folded the sword dance and was ready to go.

The two Japanese looked at each other and obviously realized that Luo Feiyu was not someone to be bullied. At the same time, they drew their long swords and slashed at Luo Feiyu.

Luo Feiyu dodged around and smashed the sword out without waiting for them to get close. The red sunset reflected the bright red clothes and the graceful red silk in the sky, as if he was not beating anyone, but simply doing something.

Show a stunning dance.

The martial arts of those two Japanese were only second-rate at best, and Luo Feiyu's equipment was level 95 no matter how bad it was, which was more than enough to deal with them.

I saw him spinning at high speed, and the tortoise string shot out, quickly landed on one of them, stacked three layers and immediately switched to the other person's output, opened the Sanskrit Sound Explosion, and switched freely between the two.

The two people were shocked because their internal energy was blocked. They were even more frightened when Luo Feiyu's attack landed on them, and they immediately wanted to retreat.

However, they couldn't use Qinggong no matter what, so they cursed loudly in desperation.

Even though Luo Feiyu didn't understand the language, he could guess that the words were not good. He snorted coldly and sent the person with the loudest voice a sword Qi Yangjiang.

Wu Hua stood aside quietly, carefully observing Luo Feiyu's moves, thinking of ways to crack it, and sifting through Luo Feiyu's inheritance.

The two Japanese fought more and more urgently, and sweat gradually broke out on their foreheads.

Luo Feiyu's output cycle has been played tens of thousands of times in the game on weekdays, so he will never find a flaw for them, and the violence is very satisfying. But he could not be proud for long, because his twitching server was still there

Due to his duties, he caused trouble for him. When he turned to fire, he accidentally missed the time of the sharp curve. The skill that was half a beat too slow was immediately blocked by the opponent's sword.

Luo Feiyu was startled, and his upper body suddenly leaned back to be parallel to the ground. The blade of the knife almost passed by the tip of his nose. He jumped back and suddenly heard a "click" from his waist.

Luo Feiyu: "..." Damn, this skill is really... for his little body who has never learned to dance...

It’s so frustrating!!

Luo Feiyu's face turned blue, and he felt that he might be the first Qixiu to have his waist dodge due to the large range of skill movements.

...I feel embarrassed even if I say it...

During this delay, the Japanese thought they had a chance, and rushed forward with a wicked smile, hoping to take advantage of the situation to capture Luo Feiyu.

Wuhua just took action at this time, curling his fingers and flicking out a wisp of sharp wind, accurately hitting his acupuncture point. A cluster of blood flowers burst out from the acupuncture point of the man with a pop, and half of his arms were unable to move.

The two of them were startled and confused, but then they realized that they had hit a hard nail, and heard Wuhua coldly say something in Japanese to them, so they panicked and ran away, without even bothering to pick up the knife that fell on the ground.

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Luo Feiyu rubbed his waist. Although he knew that Wuhua was just trying to show off in front of the two civilians, he still thanked Wuhua: "Thank you."

Wuhua nodded, as if concerned: "You just..."

Luo Feiyu was afraid that he was overthinking, so he immediately interrupted: "It's just that I haven't moved my muscles for too long, and I'm flashing!"

As expected, Wuhua did not ask any further questions, but politely bowed to the two people behind the door with a Buddhist salute, turned around and left.

Luo Feiyu's movements suddenly stopped just now. It didn't look like he had dodged his waist, but rather like his inner breath was not smooth, which caused his moves to be a little slower. This was an unexpected gain for Wuhua. The more nervous Luo Feiyu tried to hide it, the more Wuhua became nervous.

On the contrary, Hua was more certain that there was indeed something wrong with his martial arts.

He walked in front, followed by Luo Feiyu who was trotting up to catch up. A faint smile gradually formed on his face against the light.

"After all, Southern Shaolin is also a martial arts sect in the world. These people are so arrogant, so you just let them rob the people?"

Wuhua's tone was indifferent, and she looked back at him: "You can control it for a while, but you can't control it forever."

Luo Feiyu was chilled by his eyes that showed no regard for human life, and felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him suddenly, making him feel chilly.

Although Wuhua quickly returned to his usual gentleness and smiled gently at him, Luo Feiyu was still stunned in place.

It took him a while before he came back to his senses and suddenly felt out of breath.

He is not an impulsive young man full of passion. This person can obviously use better methods to make him understand Shaolin's methods, so why do you have to scare him?!

Damn bald donkey!

Luo Feiyu followed him to the temple gate and couldn't help but said: "What are you thinking in your head?"

Wuhua slowly stopped, stood at the door, and told him a story: "Once upon a time, a man was about to die of thirst. The Buddha took pity on him and placed a large lake in front of him, but the man could not get in any water. The Buddha asked him why.

He said: "There is a lot of water in the lake, and my belly is too small. I can't drink it all in one gulp. It would be better not to drink it at all." The Buddha then laughed and said: "There are three thousand weak waters, so I only need to drink one ladle."

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The setting sun behind him was swallowed up bit by bit by the western mountains, and the overwhelming night shrouded the last ray of light. Coupled with his smile that made people feel like a spring breeze at this moment, it should be as clean and flawless as his moon-white monk's robe.

But Luo Feiyu caught a glimpse of the thickest darkness in the abyss of his eyes from the lingering halo that eroded the light.

Luo Feiyu's brain waves unexpectedly met his at this moment and received his answer.

People will encounter many things in life and have many desires, but people who are greedy cannot actually grasp anything.

Wuhua is a person who is sober and calm. When he knows what he needs most at the moment, he can avoid other people's life and death, family and friendship, and all other foreign affairs.

He put it nicely, saying that you can only take a scoop out of three thousand weak water. To put it bluntly, this is a typical example of how as long as you have a clear target, you can do whatever it takes to achieve it.

His meaning was very clear. He had always only thought about the martial arts world in the Central Plains. As for the life and death of ordinary people, what did it have to do with him?

However, when he said such words to himself here and now, he was playing a double-entendre trick to deceive the ears of Southern Shaolin.

Luo Feiyu took a deep breath and sneered: "Do you think that if you tell this story to me at this door, the old monk Tianfeng will think that you are confessing to me?"

Wuhua's expression did not change and she calmly replied: "Miss Xiu is smart and transparent, so she naturally understands the truth. Master knows that I am devoted to Buddha, so he will understand me."

Luo Feiyu was not willing to be eaten up by him all the time, and hummed: "Okay, you tell me a story, then I will tell you a story too! Stretch over here!"

Wuhua was startled for a moment, and then he obediently stretched out his palm, with a look on his face as if he had seen through what Luo Feiyu was about to say: "If you want to talk to me about refuge, girl, I am already familiar with it..."

Luo Feiyu took his hand and said provocatively: "Since you have heard it, you must know that this oath emphasizes the word 'piety'. My story is different from what you see. I dare to say that I am afraid that you are not sincere.

Don’t dare to follow.”

Wuhua then smiled and said, "I gave you my hand. What can you give me if I want it?"

Luo Feiyu was full of confidence: "That's natural."

Wuhua then compromised: "Girl, please tell me."

Luo Feiyu said word by word: "Take refuge in Buddha."

Wu Hua secretly said that this was indeed the case. He was extremely calm and sincere: "Take refuge in the Buddha."

Luo Feiyu continued: "Take refuge in the Dharma."

"The Dharma of Refuge."

"Take refuge in the monks."

Wuhua didn't hesitate: "Take refuge in the monks."

Luo Feiyu showed a wicked smile: "Convert to... Miss Xiu."

"Take refuge in Aunt Xiu..." Wuhua was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something was wrong and closed his mouth suddenly, looking at Luo Feiyu in surprise.

The Buddhist scriptures say that the old monk asked the thief to give him his hand and said, "Whatever you want, I will give you."

The thief was hurt by the old monk's beating, so he had to say that he wanted to take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha.

So the old monk satisfied him and the thief entered Buddhism.

Wuhua originally thought that Luo Feiyu would trick him into talking about seeking martial arts, but he didn't expect...

Take refuge... Xiu girl??

Wuhua was choked by this sexy move: "...you..."

"Wha—" the little novice monk behind the door dropped his broom on the ground. He turned around in panic and shouted: "Master! Brother Wuhua was tricked by the female benefactor into returning to secular life—!"
Chapter completed!