The saint quietly lifted Lu Yuan's head on his toes.
Looking at the corners of this minister's bloodshot mouth tightened, he looked full of fear.
The saint smiled: "I was joking."
Saying this, the saint put his feet back and returned to his futon.
Lu Yuan knelt on the spot gasping for breath in shock.
How could he not know whether the saint was joking or not.
If this is also a warning, now this saint's warning has reached the highest limit.
He clearly felt the murderous intention of the saint in front of him.
But the only reason not to kill him is that he is still useful.
"If you are willing to come back to see me, it means that you still have the heart." The saint said lightly on the futon: "Now that the Japanese rebellion in the southeast has not been settled, Hu Beizong gave me a note a few days ago, detailing the situation in the southeast. The situation, in short, is that there is a shortage of money, food and soldiers, but the Japanese pirates are in chaos."
"There are some things that I don't want to do, but that I just can't do."
Lu Yuan listened quietly without interrupting.
"You go and help me with something else." The saint looked at Lu Yuan.
It's like looking at a dog.
"Go tell Qin."
"If he can really prove that he is the best in the world for that Lao Shizi."
"Then the hive is really for him."
"so what?"
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Shaoshi Mountain.
Shaolin Temple.
The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the cool breeze blows.
An old monk was cleaning the golden ginkgo leaves under the ginkgo tree. At this moment, a snow-white dove flapped its wings and landed among the golden leaves.
Looking at the old monk sweeping the floor in front of him.
The old monk looked at the white pigeon: "You have something to do with me?"
This old monk has white hair and white eyebrows. He looks really old.
But no matter how old you are, you will never become old and confused.
But if he wasn't an old fool, how could he talk to pigeons?
The pigeon looked sideways at the old monk in front of him and cooed twice.
Then he jumped up and down, and came to the old monk, exposing the copper pipe at his ankle.
"Brother, who are you talking to?" On the other side, a gray-robed monk walked slowly. He looked at the old monk and saw the white dove flying up.
I couldn't help but be surprised: "The homing pigeon from the beehive?"
The old monk shook his head: "Kong Chan, what do you think this pigeon brought this time?"
"Senior brother, it's a joke." Kong Chan clasped his hands and shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't understand two minds, nor does he understand his own mind, so how can he know what a pigeon has sent?"
"This dove has brought about the storm." The old monk said in a low voice.
"Do you have any rice on your body?" the old monk asked.
Kong Chan shook his head: "How can a poor monk have rice on his body? But I still have half a nest of rice left over from my morning meal. I think this pigeon won't mind either."
Saying this, Kong Chan stretched out his hand and took out half of the yellow corn bun. When the pigeon saw that there was something to eat, his eyes suddenly lit up. He jumped up again and flew into Kong Chan's hand, letting Kong Chan take it. I removed the copper tube from its ankle and waited eagerly for the empty cicada to feed.
The old monk looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "It's pitiful. These pigeons in the hive are really very spiritual."
"After all, the only one in the world who can use flying pigeons to convey messages to this extent is the Beehive family." Kong Chan handed the copper pipe to the old monk, and began to slowly break the wowotou in his hand and sprinkle it on the ground, golden The debris fell into the gap between the ginkgo leaves and the green bricks. The white pigeons flew up and down, picking up the scattered food. On the other side, the old monk also opened the copper pipe and opened the somewhat dull one with his dry fingers. Yellow mulberry paper.
"It's the new Jianghu list." The old monk sighed.
After unfolding it, the first thing I saw was Qin's name.
"It seems that senior brother is no longer number one." Kong Chan was on the side, feeding the pigeons, and sighed as expected.
"In the past, they needed me to stand there as a facade." The old monk sighed: "But now, it seems that the old monk can no longer serve as a facade."
I never expected that this old monk sweeping the floor in the Shaolin Temple would actually be the abbot of Shaolin, Monk Kong Ming.
"Then who is number one in the world now?" Kong Chan looked at Kong Ming: "Is it Ding Kuyu, the leader of the Luo Sect?"
"Or Zhang Buping, the master of Wudang?"
Kong Ming shook his head: "None of them."
Kong Chan was instantly surprised: "Could it be Yi Ming?"
Everyone in the world only knows that Yi Ming is anonymous.
But only they know that Yi Ming is the strongest assassin in the hive.
In the past five years, the strongest assassin in the Hive has always been He Ping.
"He Ping is on the list, ranked fourth." Kong Ming looked at Kong Chan and said slowly.
"He Ping is only the fourth?" Kong Chan was a little shocked: "I met He Ping once in Luo City. Although I have never seen her take action, I just feel that she is not inferior to my senior brother."
"If she had taken action at that time, even Ning Huan might not have been her opponent."
"Zhenren Zhang is second in the world."
"Donor Ding is the third best person in the world."
Kong Ming reported the rankings of the two people one by one.
Although there are rankings of masters in the world on the Jianghu list.
But for the big names like them who are really on the list, they still have a little more information than those on the list.
For example, Zhang Buping and Zhenren Zhang, who were originally ranked lowest, are actually the most likely to be the number one master of the righteous path.
For example, the Hive has some extremely terrifying assassins.
But even Kong Chan couldn't imagine who was number one in the world.
"Then who can be the best in the world?" Kong Chan couldn't help but say.
"Qin." Kong Ming simply announced the name.
"Qin?" Kongchan was in disbelief.
How could Qin Hede dare to be number one in the world?
Just like before, why the monk Kong Ming is the best in the world does not necessarily mean that Kong Ming's martial arts is really the best.
But Kong Ming lives deep in the Shaolin Temple. There are so many masters in the Shaolin Temple, hiding dragons and crouching tigers. No matter how hard someone thinks about it, they will not come to the Shaolin Temple to try the true power of Kong Ming.
Moreover - Monk Kong Ming has been practicing the Yi Jin Jing for decades. His Dharma is profound and his martial arts are unpredictable. This is also a public fact and cannot be compared to someone who has gained a false reputation.
That's why Kong Ming said that because the hive needed his appearance, he moved him to the number one position in the world.
And now that Kong Ming has stepped down from this position, it means that the hive no longer needs this facade.
"Yes, it's Donor Qin." Kong Ming looked at Kong Chan and said slowly: "Furthermore, Donor Qin has declared war on Donor Shu of Immortal Vajra on this list of rivers and lakes. He hopes to duel with Donor Shu on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month. One game.”
When Kong Chan heard this, even with his self-cultivation, he couldn't help but step forward and grab the Jianghu list and read it from top to bottom.
After reading it, Kong Chan looked at Kong Ming.
"Senior brother, you are right."
"This pigeon sent it."
"It's really stormy."
