At 11 o'clock in the morning, the fog gradually began to dissipate.
Wang Wu was running on the street sweating profusely, shouting Brother Xi's name.
All the yamen and policemen at the yamen gate were dispatched, but an hour passed and the missing Brother Xi was still not found.
The uneasiness in Wang Wu's heart became more and more intense, and his eyes were so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot, because according to his many years of experience in handling cases, Brother Xi was probably not lost, but was kidnapped by human traffickers.
"Brother Xi——"
"Hey! Daddy, I'm here."
Suddenly, Wang Wu's call was answered, and then a small figure ran out of the fog in the street ahead. It was his youngest son Xi Geer.
"You brat, where did you go?!" Wang Wu hurried forward to greet him, hugged his youngest son into his arms, and almost burst into tears of joy.
"An uncle took me to play." Xi Geer responded.
Upon hearing this, Wang Wu suddenly raised his head and looked forward, and saw a figure walking out of the fog in front of him. His eyes suddenly became cold, and he stared at the person and asked, "Shan Liangji, what do you mean?!"
"Haha, brother Wang, don't be angry. When I passed by your house the next morning, I saw Brother Xi playing alone in the street, so I took him to play around for a while." Shan Liangji laughed.
Without stopping, when he passed by Wang Wu, he paused, raised his hand and patted Wang Wu twice on the shoulder.
Wang Wu's eyes were gloomy and he said nothing.
Shan Liangji strode away with a proud smile on his face.
He felt that he had caught Wang Wu's weakness, but he didn't know that his family was not only Wang Wu's weakness, but also the untouchable bottom line in Wang Wu's heart, and he had already touched it.
The heavy fog dispersed, and light rain began to fall from the sky.
Logan lay beside the window, looking at the rainwater flowing down the eaves outside the window, hoping that the sky would clear up soon.
When the weather clears, she can go out and sell flowers.
The flowers in the garden of Guowei Mansion are blooming very delicately and beautifully. During this period, she would cut some and sell them on the street every day.
These flowers are rare varieties, so there are many people buying them. She can sell them for several taels of silver every day, which makes her have a happy smile on her face all day long.
She wants to make money to open a flower shop so that she doesn’t have to ask the young monk’s senior brother for money.
Although the little monk's senior brother is really rich and is completely willing to spend money on the little monk, she still feels more comfortable spending the money she earns.
Her wedding dress was just one button away from being sewn, but she was not in a hurry because she left it unsewed on purpose.
The young monk had confessed to her that she wanted to sew the button on after the young monk returned from secular life.
The drizzle continued, and Logan lay beside the window until dark, but did not wait for the rain to stop.
The next morning, she woke up and rushed to the window to open it, but the wind and rain that blew in made her very disappointed.
The rain is still falling and is heavier than yesterday.
Eighteen people from Su Zheng went out wearing raincoats.
It’s also raining on Tianbao Mountain.
The death of the abbot made the entire Tianbao Mountain shrouded in sadness.
It can be seen that most of the monks on the mountain have not yet fully understood Buddhism, or at least they have not understood life, aging, illness and death. Otherwise, they would not be so sad and sad.
The great monk stood in the Moon-Wang Pavilion on the top of the mountain, pushing the bell and pestle against the copper bell again and again.
The clanging bells rippled in the drizzle and breeze, thick and deep.
There was also a hint of sadness.
At the foot of the mountain, Taoist Qinglian stood in the drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella, listening to the bells ringing from the mountain, and looking up at the top of the mountain quietly.
Her faint eyes seemed to pierce through the hazy rain curtain and saw the great monk who was ringing the bell. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken because the great monk would become an abbot after ringing the bell for a full month.
This sound was filled with a hint of sadness. To her ears, it was clear that the great monk was cutting off all ties between him and her.
He is really going to become a Buddha.
she thought to herself.
Gloomy rainy days seem to easily arouse sadness in people's hearts.
Zhang Xiaozu sat in the room, looked at the white cloth on the table in front of him and sighed.
There are three words written on the white cloth: Zhang Xiaozu.
It was the piece that the old village chief gave him at his coming-of-age ceremony, saying that these three words might have been left by his mother.
Originally, he was thinking about finding his biological parents, but since his master told him a fortune telling that both his parents were alive and from a wealthy family, he hid this idea in his heart.
He wanted to wait until his cultivation was strong before going to find them, not for anything else but to tell them that he was still living well without them.
Obviously, he was holding back some resentment.
However, while feeling resentful, he was also willing to believe that they left him under the old willow tree out of some kind of forced choice.
This is the kindness the old village chief taught him, and he dare not forget it.
"The handwriting is so gentle and graceful. He must not be a vicious person."
Zhang Xiaozu stared at the words on the white cloth for a while, then told himself softly, then put away the white cloth and put in the mustard seeds, then took out a star pill, swallowed it and started practicing.
The old man didn't ask for any of the twelve star pills, he gave them all to him.
He wanted to give a few pills to Zhou Jianlai and Niu Dawa, but they both refused because the Yuanshi Golden Pill was still enough for them.
When the Star Pill entered his belly, it immediately turned into rich star power.
Although Zhang Xiaozu was mentally prepared, he was still startled by the domineering and violent power of the stars. He felt that his entire abdominal cavity was about to burst in an instant. He hurriedly opened the six battle gates to absorb the power of the stars.
But something unexpected happened to him. All the power of the stars rushed toward the fifth war gate, Jingmen. Suddenly, strong winds and huge waves arose in the sea of Jingmen Qi.
Zhang Xiaozu wanted to control it, but the power of the stars in his body was not under his control at all. After trying hard to no avail, he simply gave it up.
After a stick of incense, the Jingmen Qi Sea returned to calm, and a bright star the size of a fist floated in the air above the beach.
Zhang Xiaozu stretched out his right index finger, and with a slight movement of thought, a bunch of star power suddenly appeared on his fingertip.
"Is this the Star Realm?" Zhang Xiaozu was stunned when he saw the power of the stars beating on his fingertips.
After a while, after waking up from the shock, he took out another Star Pill and swallowed it.
Just like before, the Star Pill transformed into the power of stars in his belly, and surged towards Jingmen again, and the sea of qi surged again.
When the Jingmen Qi Sea returned to calm again, the power of the stars above the beach was twice as powerful as before.
Zhang Xiaozu used the five-color Hunyuan Power, and then a little star power, and merged the two together without any resistance. The five-color Hunyuan Power suddenly turned into six colors.
He made a fist and punched the air.
boom!
The air was so compressed by the punch that a deafening explosion sounded.
"Ha ha--"
Zhang Xiaozu was so happy that he couldn't help but laugh. The improvement in his fist power was far beyond his imagination.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.
"kill!"
On Tongfu Street, Su Zheng roared, and eighteen people tore off their raincoats and charged forward.
There was only one person across from them.
But this person is like a mountain that is difficult to climb to them.
The last time they were eighteen against one, they were beaten to a black and bruised face by this person, and they didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
This time, they succeeded in practicing and vowed to avenge their past humiliation.
"Haha, it's just a small thing that shakes a tree, you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"
The man in white across from him laughed disdainfully and did not take Su Zhengyi's eighteen people seriously at all.
The doors and windows on both sides of the street were all open, and the people who were stuck in their rooms due to the heavy rain were bored out of their minds. They never expected that a good show would come to them.
On the second floor of a restaurant on the north side of the street, the beautiful Di Xiayun was standing in a window, looking at the one-sided battle that had just hit each other on the street, with deep disdain and ridicule on his face.
"Trash is trash, no matter how hard you struggle, you are still trash." She sneered in her heart.
Snapped!
boom!
Boom!
The man in white slapped one, punched one, kicked one by one, and effortlessly knocked down Su Zhengyi's eighteen people one by one.
"Su Zheng, despair, this young master has been promoted to the fifth heaven realm. Haha——" The man in white's body surged with true energy, revealing his fifth heaven realm cultivation and laughed proudly.
"spit!"
Su Zheng got up from the ground, spat out the rainwater that poured into his mouth, but with a cruel smile on his lips, he hummed: "The fists of the fifth heaven realm are nothing more than this."
It's not that he has a tough mouth, but compared to Black Ape's iron whip and Zhang Butcher's charge and ravage, the man in white's fist is indeed a bit softer.
You must first learn to be beaten before you know how to hit someone.
Su Zheng felt that what Butcher Zhang said was so right. They had been beaten too many times and had learned how to protect their vital parts, so it looked like they had been beaten badly by the man in white, but in fact they had not been substantially harmed.
"kill!"
Su Zheng pounced on the man in white again.
The three battle gates opened simultaneously, and the strength and speed instantly increased by several levels.
The other seventeen people also rushed forward in a surrounding manner.
The momentum was even more fierce than before.
But the momentum could not make up for the huge gap in reality. Soon they were knocked over by the man in white again, but they got up faster.
Pounce on him, get knocked away, get up, and pounce on him again.
Like a bunch of vicious dogs that don't know pain.
The smell of blood gradually filled the air, and all the eighteen people in Su Zheng were covered in paint.
But they are still fearless, their faces are ferocious, and they are getting more and more ferocious.
People on both sides of the street originally watched Su Zhengyi's eighteen men being ravaged by the men in white with a joking attitude, but as the battle became fiercer, they gradually became moved.
It was clear that the man in white was suppressing everything with his fists and kicks, but many people couldn't help but worry about the man in white, because the bloodshot eyes of Su Zhengyi's eighteen people, like wild beasts, frightened them.
boom!
The man in white was negligent and was bullied behind him by the taller Jiang Huailong. He punched him in the back and fell forward.
This punch did not hit a vital point, but the weak spot on the back of the man in white where the true energy was running.
This is what Zhang Xiaozu taught them.
Zhang Xiaozu discovered during the long-term battle that although the cultivators practiced different techniques, the weak points in the movement of the true energy were similar, so he summarized some highly overlapping points and taught them to Su Zheng and others.
"The battle begins!"
As Jiang Huailong succeeded with a punch, Su Zheng suddenly shouted loudly, and his true energy condensed into his fist, no longer hiding his cultivation.
Speed and power climbed again.
On the second floor of the restaurant, Di Xiayun's eyes widened in shock, staring at the true energy in Su Zheng's fist with an expression of disbelief.
