"Here, your three bronzes, girl, you said that you have such great strength and why do I hire so many people to do? You have caused me."

On the shore, the boatman who finally parked the boat, handed over three copper plates to Wang Wu and said with a wry smile.

I said it a long time ago, you didn't believe it.

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Wang Wu accepted the money.

Turning back, I saw a young Taoist priest standing on the boat waving to her, with several men and women standing beside her.

"Hey, the little sister of the Beggars' Sect, meeting is fate. Should you get on the boat and sit down? Senior brothers and sisters invite you to drink."

The Taoist priest said this.

Wang Wu blinked.

She knew the other person's outfit, the one wearing purple shirts was from the purple shirts, the Qingcheng School in Taoism, and the girl in the skirt was from Baihua Valley.

Well, there seems to be a monk behind him, and I think it should be from Shaolin Temple.

These are all famous and well-known factions in the world. They have basically good personal relationships with the Beggars' Sect on weekdays, and their disciples are often called brothers and sisters.

"Okay." Since the other party was willing to invite a drink, Wang Wu naturally did not feel pretentious. He nodded, then jumped onto the boat.

As for their name.

Although Wang Wu, as a second bag of disciple of the Beggars' Sect, should have a very high seniority.

(Note: In this article, there is a connection between the number of bags in the Beggars' Sect and the seniority. The same rules are slightly different, so I hope you can understand them.)

But considering that she is not old in her life, she just called her as others.

"What a handsome light skill."

Seeing Wang Wu jumping onto the boat, a man in purple gaze lit up and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Listening to this sentence, Wang Wu subconsciously glanced at the martial arts of the people on the boat.

Well, most of them are just second-rate, and the leading players are only first-rate. No wonder they admire her for her three-legged cat-like appearance.

"Senior brother is laughing at me." Without intending to put on airs in other people's field, Wang Wu followed the words of everyone and admitted his identity as a junior sister.

"Haha, no joke, no joke. We are scattered disciples of the Qingcheng Sect who are traveling outside. This time, because Jujian Villa in Luoyang City held a martial arts conference, I planned to go together."

On the deck, a young Taoist with a long sword walked up with a smile and bowed to introduce himself.

"I met Baihua Valley, Ziyimen and everyone from Shaolin Temple on the way. I met my junior sister again today. I felt that it was a blessing, so I couldn't help but dare to invite her. I hope that the junior sister would not be accustomed to her."

"Hey, you invite me to drink, how could I be surprised?" Seeing the other party's polite appearance, Wang Wu was in a good mood, so he looked around and asked.

"After that's it, what about the wine?"

Looking at her greedy look, the girls in Baihua Valley covered their mouths and chuckled. The Taoists of the Qingcheng School looked at each other and laughed. The men and women in the purple-clothed door were generous and invited her into the cabin directly.

However, from the beginning to the end, the Shaolin disciple standing in the corner did not speak, but just lowered his head and smiled quietly with the seal.

Wang Wu glanced at him and realized that the young monk was handsome, with flawless eyebrows and eyes, and had a sense of purity that was beyond the world, as if he had transcended the world.

Seeing Wang Wu looking at him, the young monk nodded with a smile.

Perhaps it was because of the confusion in Wang Wu's eyes.

Some purple-clothed swordsman walking aside asked with a grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Little Junior Sister, are you wondering why this Shaolin master doesn't speak?"

"Ah, yes." Wang Wu nodded without hiding it and admitted.

"Haha, this is because he is practicing silent meditation. On weekdays, he cannot recite any other words except the Buddha's name."

Before the purple-clothed swordsman could speak, another female disciple from Baihua Valley explained to Wang Wu lively.

They didn't dislike Wang Wu's body being dirty and leaned over.

After all, everyone is a child of the world, and they have all kinds of strange styles in each sect. If you see too much, you will be no wonder.

What's more, it's always bad to be too focused on the details.

...

In the cabin, everyone was drinking and talking.

Wang Wu listened to a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect and talked about what he saw and heard when he was traveling through the world. He could also be considered to have relish when he was briefly talking.

On the couch in the purple-clothed door.

A young disciple suddenly poked the purple-clothed swordsman's shoulder from behind.

Then he came to his ear and whispered.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so enthusiastic about the junior sister of the Beggars' Sect?"

In his opinion, his senior brother has always been a person with a stingy vision.

Although his martial arts were at the beginning of the first-class level, he had no time to improve.

However, the anonymous book of all the worlds is a famous thing in the world.

The most high-ranking beauties are usually recorded with a special poem and biography, and an illustration is also attached to depict the amazing face of the author and the woman.

The people in the painting are naturally very beautiful.

So today, he saw his senior brother look at the junior sister of the Beggars' Sect differently.

I secretly guessed that there must be some strange things.

"I'm sorry, you're just shy."

The purple-clothed swordsman listened to the questions coming from behind, smiled mysteriously, then leaned over to his junior brother, and explained with an inner breath pressing voice.

"Don't look at the little junior sister who is covered in dust and covered in mud. Let me tell you, based on my experience over the years, based on her facial features and figure and shape, she will definitely be more beautiful than those girls in Baihua Valley. Do you believe it?"

"Wow, it's so exaggerated..."

"Tsk, what kind of expression do you have? I'm serious. As long as I can wash off the mud on her face, I think I can even add another page to the Qunfang map."

"No, no, senior brother, I can trust you in everything else. But don't fool me in this matter. Look at that junior sister, who is very generous in words and deeds, and her voice is full of energy. She doesn't look like a woman. A beauty is in her bones but not in her skin. This is what you told me, not to mention that she looks like a skin, she clearly doesn't even have a bone."

"Bah, there is no one with a belt or bone. You say monsters. You don't believe me, right? Okay, I'll give you insight today, what is eye power."

As he said this, the swordsman from the purple-clothed door had already set off and stood up, holding a pot of wine in his hand, and walked towards Wang Wu with a smile.

No one knows what he wants to do, but it's not a pour of wine anyway.

After all, that is really despicable and has a lack of grace.

The young monk who was still staying in the corner to practice silent meditation raised his eyes.

Then he sighed helplessly and shook his head again.

He has the rules of his master and cannot interfere in mundane affairs at will.

So I can only hope that the purple-clothed swordsman should not do too much and even annoy Wang Wu.

After all, there were no evil people present, they were just some of them who were free of nature and were not too calm, so there was no need to part with something bad.

Wang Wu is not a simple disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

This was something that the monk had already confirmed when he met her for the first time.
Chapter completed!