Luo Feiyu didn't know how Wuhua managed to get past the old monk Tianfeng, and he didn't know how many people in Shaolin believed in the little bald man's voice. Anyway, Wuhua didn't come to see him in the next few days.

He caught the little novice who was sweeping the floor and wanted to tease him into talking to him as usual.

But when the little novice saw Luo Feiyu now, it was like seeing a savage beast. He even refused to eat the glutinous rice cakes. He turned around and ran away with his bare little head, muttering as he ran: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!"

It seemed that he was probably frightened by the old monk who knocked him bald.

Luo Feiyu let him go and accidentally caught a glimpse of several monks who were about to go out. He stopped and asked, "Where are these masters going?"

Except for Wu Hua, there are very few disciples in Southern Shaolin who travel. These few disciples are not purchasers, so Luo Feiyu asked this question.

The monks had long been familiar with him, and they explained to him in a gentle and polite manner: "Some people have died at the foot of the mountain, and we have been asked to perform salvation rituals. This is a common thing, and we are all very familiar with it."

"Masters have immeasurable merit." Luo Feiyu nodded clearly and didn't care, "But which family left the old man?"

The monks shook their heads and sighed: "No. It's the shopkeeper and waiter of the Chengmen Teahouse. I heard that they provoked the Japanese the day before yesterday and were retaliated against. At night, they were quietly killed by... Amitabha!"

Luo Feiyu's smile disappeared and he was stunned on the spot.

The monks were busy doing rituals, bowed to him in a hurry and left. Luo Feiyu stood under the July sun, but felt the cool autumn breeze in advance.

...No wonder the teahouses haven’t opened in the past few days!

How could he have such a big heart and ignore such obvious things!

Luo Feiyu gave himself a shock to the forehead, and immediately rushed to Master Tianfeng's small courtyard with the Great Qing Gong.

In the open pavilion of the bamboo forest with secluded vegetation, Wu Hua and Master Tianfeng sat cross-legged opposite each other. They had finished drinking the tea in front of them, as if they were savoring the last aftertaste of washing away the worldly dust.

He heard the old monk with white beard and eyebrows say to Wuhua: "Just tell me."

Wuhua spread her palms in front of him, calmly and elegantly: "Miss Xiu's actions that day made this disciple understand clearly: no matter how tight you hold it, the palm will be empty; it is better to spread it out, but everything will be in the palm."

Tianfeng smiled while stroking his beard, as if he was very satisfied, and said with a bit of sigh: "It seems that I have made a mistake. It's just a pity for the female donor... If you make up your mind, I will let Wu Xiang do it tomorrow."

Tell her that you will travel down the mountain for some time."

Wu Hua was about to agree when Luo Feiyu suddenly dropped from the sky and grabbed his wrist angrily. He opened his mouth to scold him, but turned around and bumped into Master Tianfeng's eyes that were insightful of the world. He felt a little reserved and nervous inexplicably.

At a loss.

The words on his lips did not come out. He awkwardly bowed to Master Tianfeng and said with anger: "Old monk! Lend me your apprentice for an hour!"

After saying that, he took Wuhua and ran away.

Master Tianfeng looked at their backs, thoughtfully.

"Bang -" The small door of the Zen room was violently knocked open by Luo Feiyu. He raised his foot to hook the door behind him and pushed Wuhua to the wall.

Wuhua's back hit the wall, feeling a slight pain, but he still kept a gentle smile on his face. Luo Feiyu put his arms on the side of his neck, and instantly locked all the gaps in front, back, left, and right of him.

Luo Feiyu closed his eyes and lowered his head, took several deep breaths, and did not speak for a long time.

Wuhua smiled calmly and relaxedly: "Why is Xiu girl like this?"

Luo Feiyu didn't raise his head and was very sure: "You did it."

"The donor is joking, but the poor monk has no enmity or enmity against them..."

"Because they heard me say that your father is from Japan."

Wuhua seemed to be very good-tempered and said slowly and calmly: "They were killed by the Japanese in revenge. They died with long swords, not Shaolin magic fists."

"Old monk Tianfeng is not here. There are only you and me here. You don't need to continue holding it."

Wu Hua smiled even more, "Okay, in that case, Miss Xiu can scold you as much as you like. I will never talk back before you finish scolding me."

Luo Feiyu raised his head, grabbed his monk's robe with one hand, gritted his teeth and said, "You are using me!"

Not only was Wuhua not angry, she also gave Luo Feiyu a rare compliment: "You can still react, so it's not completely hopeless."

What moved the master... was all on purpose! He used his outrageous behavior to take advantage of the situation. He acted in front of everyone in Shaolin to relax Tianfeng's guard against him and let Tianfeng see that he was devoted to Buddha, so that the old monk

I am willing to entrust Shaolin to him.

The gossip in the world is naturally insignificant compared to the inheritance of Shaolin.

Luo Feiyu almost laughed because of him. He couldn't let out his anger for a long time. He pulled out the sword and finally nailed it narrowly less than an inch from Wuhua's ear, but didn't really hit his head.

Wuhua's patience seemed to be at its peak at this moment, "You also know that you can't kill me now."

Luo Feiyu has never seen anyone so shameless.

That's right, if Wuhua dies now, not only Shi Guanyin will dig up the ground in the Central Plains, but Wuhua's younger brother in the Beggar Clan will also do whatever it takes to avenge his brother. And Chu Liuxiang doesn't know where he is now.

He killed Wuhua and he will die soon.

Only when people are alive can they do things and they will not lose. If they lose their lives, everything is lost. So Luo Feiyu will not do stupid things.

"You'd better thank me. Mother has written to me many times. If I hadn't said that you were cooperating with me, huh..." When he said this, he was gentle and elegant, "Guess what if I told her that you are not controlled by Poppy?"

, what will happen to her?”

"..." Luo Feiyu forced himself to calm down, narrowed his eyes and asked: "Are you threatening me?"

Wuhua slowly pulled his hand off the wall, smoothed it out little by little, and said softly: "I am teaching you the way to survive in the world."

He stood up straight, the tip of his nose almost touching Luo Feiyu's, and his voice was low and seductive: "You may not have realized that you are actually very suitable for this world. It's just that you have too little experience now to be able to do it in the world like me.

Move in and out of temptations and traps with ease.”

Luo Feiyu immediately turned his head away: "I'm not like you...!"

"You should be glad that I was merciful, otherwise that night..." Wu Hua smiled inexplicably, "You wouldn't have been able to get out of bed alive."

"... Damn it!"

"Be content with your luck," Wuhua glanced at Luo Feiyu from above: "Because as a temporary ally, I am still willing to teach you and think you are still valuable. When I was six years old, I witnessed my father being severely injured by my master.

, but no one came to teach me how to survive under the care of my enemies."

Luo Feiyu was slightly shocked and felt a little relaxed.

"The master is an eminent monk. He has been trying to resolve the resentment in my heart, but he has forgotten that an isolated and helpless child who lost his father prematurely is extremely sensitive to everything around him. He is worried that I will become a demon like my mother and will be treated badly.

I was extremely careful, how could I not notice it? It was at that time that I began to learn to disguise, learn to curb my hatred, and hide my plans..."

Luo Feiyu fell silent, "...This is not the reason for you to kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"I am not telling you this to excuse or sympathize with you." Wuhua's eyes were indifferent, but there was a spring breeze smile on his lips, "The wonderful monk is Wuhua, and Wu Juxuan is also Wuhua. Wuhua is not an open-minded person. Killing

My father's enemy is right in front of me. I only need the east wind for my great revenge. Let's let go of the ants that may ruin my life. Do you think it's possible?"

impossible.

Luo Feiyu sighed deeply.

His mood was a little complicated because he discovered that Wuhua could have chosen another path. He was abandoned by his mother when he was young. His father did not hesitate to use the child's life as a gift to please his mother and was raised by his enemies... With such a life experience, revenge is completely possible.

Become a human thing that people can understand.

But Wuhua chose to grow up to be a wonderful monk who transcended all living beings. The light on his body was so dazzling that people could not even remember his life experience. He used his absolute excellence to cover up the past that would arouse unnecessary sympathy from others.

So when he does evil, people's first reaction is to rebuke rather than sympathize with him, as if he is particularly hateful.

Wuhua is undoubtedly an out-and-out bad guy, but Luo Feiyu is...somewhat...hesitant at the moment.

"You see, you believe others' words too easily, but just a few words have made you soft-hearted towards me, right?"

Luo Feiyu suddenly came back to his senses and became furious: "You...!"

mmp garbage, bald ass, waste of feelings!

Which of this man’s words are true and which are false!

Big pig hooves!!

So angry!!

Wuhua sneered and said: "Recognize your situation. Mother asked you to monitor me to capture the Central Plains, and capturing the Central Plains is also my goal. As for cooperating with you..." He paused, "Mother has the strength, and

She is connected by blood with me, so I am attached to her. But if she attacks me, I will not sit still and wait for death. This is your value, do you understand?"

"My connivance has limits. If you continue to hinder my pursuit of the Central Plains..." A dark light flashed in his eyes, "I don't even need to take action."

"..." Luo Feiyu calmed down completely, and when he raised his head again, he was smiling brightly: "I learned so quickly, are you afraid that I will go to the old monk to complain now, saying that you have neglected me and broken the precepts?

Are you qualified to inherit Shaolin again?"

Wuhua smiled calmly and said, "See if he believes it."

Luo Feiyu grinded his teeth and said, "Just wait and see!"

He shook off Wuhua's hand, sheathed his sword, turned around and flew into the air.

Master Tianfeng was sitting in the room, hesitating between Wuhua and Wuxiang. He clearly called Wuxiang, but his intuitive uneasiness prevented him from saying anything about entrusting Shaolin to Wuhua.

Luo Feiyu kicked open the door with a bang, and shouted loudly: "Old monk! I've forced your precious apprentice Bawang into a bow! Now that we are husband and wife, please let him return to secular life!!"

"Pfft-cough cough cough cough..."

Master Tianfeng spit out a sip of tea on the spot.
Chapter completed!