In addition to Wuhua, there are few disciples in Nan Shaolin who go out for travel. These disciples are not purchased, so Luo Feiyu asked this question.

The monks had long been familiar with him and explained to him gentle and politely: "The people at the foot of the mountain died, so we were asked to do the ritual of salvation. This is a common thing, and we are all very familiar with it."

"Masters have great merits." Luo Feiyu nodded clearly and did not care, "But which family left the old man?"

The monks shook their heads and sighed, "No. It was the shopkeeper and waiter of the city gate teahouse. I heard that they provoked Japanese people the day before yesterday and were retaliated. They were silently accused of... Amitabha Buddha!"

Luo Feiyu's smile disappeared and he was stunned.

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

...No wonder the teahouse has not opened these days!

How could he be so big? He neglected such obvious things!

Luo Feiyu gave his forehead a thunderbolt, and immediately rushed to Master Tianfeng's courtyard with great light skills.

In the open pavilion of bamboo forest with vegetation, Wuhua and Master Tianfeng sat cross-legged. The tea in front of him had already drunk, as if he was savoring the last trace of the aftertaste of washing away the world.

He heard the old monk with white beards and eyebrows say to Wukawa: "Come on."

Wuhua spread her palms in front of him, calmly and elegantly: "Miss Xiu's actions that day made the disciple realize that no matter how tightly she holds, the palm is empty; it is better to spread it out, but everything is in the palm."

Tianfeng smiled, as if he was very satisfied, and sighed with a little bit of emotion in his words: "It seems that I have backfired. It's just a pity for the female donor... If you settle down, I will let Wuxiang tell her tomorrow that you will go down the mountain to travel for a while."

Wuhua was about to agree, but Luo Feiyu suddenly fell from the sky. He grabbed his wrist angrily and was about to scold him. But he turned around but collided with Master Tianfeng's eyes that had insight into the world, and inexplicably felt a little restrained and helpless.

He didn't say anything from his mouth, so he bowed to Master Tianfeng awkwardly, and held back his anger and said, "Old monk! I'll lend your disciple for an hour!"

After saying that, he pulled Wuhua and ran away.

Master Tianfeng looked at their backs and thoughtfully.

"Bang--" Luo Feiyu violently knocked open the small door of the Zen room. He raised his foot and hooked the door behind him, pushing Wuhua to the base of the wall.

Wuhua's back hit the wall, and it hurt slightly, but her face still had a gentle smile. Luo Feiyu supported his arms on the side of his neck, instantly locking all the gaps in front, back, left and right.

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

Wuhua smiled calmly and relaxedly and said, "Why do you have to do this for Miss Xiu--"

Luo Feiyu did not look up and was very sure: "You did it."

"The donor is joking, I have no grudges or grudges with them..."

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

Wuhua was very kind-hearted and said slowly: "They were killed by the Japanese and died of the long sword, not the Shaolin divine fist."

"The old monk Tianfeng is not here, there are only you and me here, so you don't have to continue holding it."

Wuhua smiled even more, "Okay, since that's the case, Miss Xiu can scold her as much as possible. I will never retaliate before you finish scolding."

Luo Feiyu raised his head, grabbed the monk's robe on his chest with one hand, and gritted his teeth and said, "Please use me!"

Not only was Wuhua not angry, he also praised Luo Feiyu very rarely: "You can still react, it's not completely helpless."

What kind of master who touched the ordinary heart... was his intention! He used his extraordinary behavior to use his tricks to act in front of the Shaolin people, relaxing Tianfeng's vigilance against him, and let Tianfeng see that he was devoted to Buddha, so that the old monk would willingly entrust Shaolin to him.

The rumors in the world are naturally insignificant compared to the Shaolin heritage.

Luo Feiyu was about to be angry with him, and he couldn't even vent his anger for a long time. When he drew his long sword, he almost nailed it to Wuhua's ear less than an inch, and it didn't really penetrate it into his head.

Wuhua's patience seemed to be extremely good 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 died now, not only Shi Guanyin would dig three feet into the Central Plains, but Wuhua's younger brother in the Beggars' Sect would definitely avenge his brother at all costs. But Chu Liuxiang doesn't know where the people are now. If he kills Wuhua, he will die soon.

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

"You should thank me. My mother wrote many times. If it weren't for me that you were cooperating with me, ha..." He said such words, he was gentle and elegant. "You guess what would she have if I told her that you were not controlled by Poppy?"

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

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

He stood up straight, his nose almost rubbed against Luo Feiyu's, and his voice was as low as a temptation: "You may not have discovered that you are actually very suitable for this world. But you have too little experience now and can't move forward and backward like me in temptations and traps."

Luo Feiyu immediately turned his head: "I am not like you..."

"You should be glad that my subordinates showed mercy, otherwise that night..." Wuhua smiled in an unknown way, "You can't get out of bed alive."

“…Damn it!”

"Be content with your luck," Wuhua glanced high at Luo Feiyu: "Because as a temporary alliance, I am willing to teach you and think you are worthwhile. When I was six years old, I witnessed my father being severely injured by my master, no one came to teach me how to survive under the care of my enemy."

Luo Feiyu was slightly shocked, and his mind felt a little loose.

"My master is a monk. He has been trying to resolve the resentment in my heart, but he forgot that an isolated child who is helpless, precocious and lost his father is extremely sensitive to everything around him. He is worried that I will become a devil like my mother, and I will be extremely careful with me. How could I not notice it? It was then that I began to learn to disguise, learn to restrain hatred, and hide my scheming..."

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

"I don't want any excuse or sympathy to you." Wuhua's eyes were indifferent, but there was a smile on his lips. "Miao monk is Wuhua, and Wu Juxuan is Wuhua. Wuhua is not a person with open mind. Killing his father's enemy is right in front of him. The great cause of revenge is only for the east wind. Let go of the ants who may ruin my big trouble? Do you think it is possible?"

impossible.

Luo Feiyu sighed deeply.

He was in a complicated mood because he found that Wuhua could have chosen another way. He was abandoned by his mother at a young age, and his father treated his child's life as a gift to please his mother and was raised by his enemies... With such a life experience, revenge can be completely understood by people.

But Wuhua chose to grow into a wonderful monk who is transcendent to sentient beings. The light on his body is so dazzling that it makes people unable to remember his life experience. It covers up the past that will arouse others' unnecessary sympathy.

So when he is evil, people's first reaction is to spit rather than sympathy, as if he is particularly hated.

Wuhua is undoubtedly an absolute bad guy, but Luo Feiyu is a little...hesitant at this moment.

"Look, you can trust others too easily. In just a few words, you will feel soft on me, right?"

Luo Feiyu suddenly came back to his senses and was not angry: "You...!"

mmmp trash dead bald donkey wasted emotions!

Which sentence is true and which sentence is false in this person!

Big pig's hoof!!

Very angry!!

Wuhua sneered, "Recognize your situation. My mother asked you to monitor me to take down the Central Plains, and taking down the Central Plains is also my purpose. As for cooperating with you..." He paused, "Mother has the strength and is connected with my blood, so I depend on her. But if she attacks me, I will not sit still and wait for death. This is your value, do you understand?"

"My indulgence is limited. If you continue to hinder me from seeking the Central Plains..." A dark light flashed in his eyes, "I don't even need to do anything."

"..." Luo Feiyu calmed down completely and smiled when he raised his head again: "I learned so quickly, aren't you afraid that I will complain to the old monk now, saying that you have been frivolous and broken the precepts, and you are not qualified to inherit Shaolin again?"

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

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

He shook Wuhua's hand away, put his sword in the sheath and turned his head and flew into the air.

Master Tianfeng sat in the room, hesitating between Wuhua and Wuxiang. He clearly called Wuxiang, but his intuitive uneasiness made him unable to say what he had entrusted Shaolin to Wuhua.

Luo Feiyu kicked open the door with a "bang", and Feng Fenghuohuo shouted loudly: "Old monk! I have forced your baby apprentice to the top! Now we already have the reality of being a husband and wife, so please let him return to secular life!!"

"Puff——Cough cough cough cough cough..."

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Huo Xiu (inner): The Persians' speaking style is really confusing.

Luo Feiyu (inner): No, actually, I'm not praising you...

Yu Tianbao (belief.jpg): I think that a nest that masters the truth should remain silent...
Chapter completed!