"My name is Wei Changsheng. As the Gu family already knows, I come from outside the customs. My ancestors once had a tiger general who compiled the fighting skills on the battlefield into a set of sword techniques. He used the horse-cutting sword to make him invincible."
When the strong man named Wei said this, a sneer suddenly sounded in his ears.
He turned back angrily, first glaring at Lu Jing who came last, but saw that the look on the latter's face was very innocent, so he turned around and scanned around, finally his eyes fell on the bald monk, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Master What were you laughing at just now?"
"Amitabha," said the bald monk with his hands clasped together and a gentle expression on his face, "just then, the poor monk suddenly remembered the fifth precept of layman's precepts in my Buddhist sect, so he bowed his head and recited it silently, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart."
"Really?" Wei Changsheng didn't understand any Buddhist precepts and felt dizzy after listening to it. In addition, the monk's attitude was very good, which made him a little unsure whether the other party's laughter just now was the monk laughing at him or the other party. I really have some insights.
Finally, the hunchbacked old man on the side reminded him, "The fifth precept of the layman's precept is the precept of lying. That monk was just laughing at you for bragging."
Wei Changsheng was furious when he heard this, pointed at the monk's nose and shouted, "Bald Donkey, Grandpa, I hate people who talk in a roundabout way the most. Since you don't look down on my Wei family's horse-killing sword, then come and learn for yourself." How about this?!"
"The poor monk also had this intention." The monk smiled and took half a step forward.
Then I heard Wei Changsheng say to the monk, "This small courtyard is too small. I'm afraid it will be a mess when I unfold my sword. Let's go outside and compete!"
The monk shook his head, "It's not necessary. Why bother to defeat you? If you destroy every plant and tree in this courtyard, then the poor monk will lose."
"The bald donkey also said that I had violated the fifth commandment. Grandpa, I think you are the one who speaks arrogantly!"
Wei Changsheng had a hot temper. Seeing that the monk was unwilling to go out, he stopped talking nonsense. He picked up the big knife and rushed forward, slashing at the monk with one strike.
As a result, I saw that the monk did not hide away, but still stood there, smiling happily.
Seeing the happy smile on his face, Wei Changsheng was so angry that he didn't hold back at all with this knife. He just used all his strength to strike at the monk's face!
Seeing that his brain was about to be split into two, the monk finally moved this time.
He slowly stretched out two fingers and placed them in front of his face, almost waiting for the sword to fall between his fingers.
Then he closed his fingers gently, gently.
It was as if what he held was not a big knife, but a summer cicada.
The next moment, Wei Changsheng was shocked to find that his sword was stopped in mid-air. Even though his face turned red, he could no longer move at all.
Then, he saw the monk opposite him blinking at him again, with the same smile, "You see, as the poor monk said, there is no need to go out at all."
When Wei Changsheng heard this, his face became redder and redder, and finally he spat out a mouthful of blood. This was not because his meridians were invaded by external force, but purely for the purpose of breathing.
He tried to pull it out again, but was still unable to pull the sword from the monk's fingers. In the end, he abandoned the sword, covered his face, and rushed out of the yard.
After he escaped, the monk put down his cleaver, clasped his hands towards Gu Caiwei and said, "Jinshan Temple, Monk Yuanxin, the Gu family wants to recruit two guardians. I think this poor monk can still occupy one of them." A position?”
Gu Caiwei was also shocked by the stunt performed by Monk Yuanxin just now.
He could easily catch such a big and heavy sword with only two fingers.
This fingering skill is really impressive.
Seeing him asking, he quickly returned the gift, "Master Yuan Xin's martial arts is amazing, but it opened Gu's eyes. Why not take a break and see what others can do."
Yuan Xin frowned. Gu Caiwei's answer was a bit beyond his expectation. Although it was praising him, it was equivalent to avoiding his previous question.
Well, is it because I went too far? Instead, it makes the other party hesitate.
After all, there is no reason why someone with great skills would work as a nurse for twelve taels of silver.
But Yuan Xin knew that there were good players among this group of people today. If he didn't stand out, he might not be favored by Gu Caiwei.
In addition, the guy named Wei Changsheng was such a loser, which made the scene just now seem a bit excessive.
Yuan Xin's thoughts changed sharply, but on the surface, he still kept a smile and didn't argue, so he just stepped aside obediently.
Looking at the remaining four people, they all obviously felt the pressure.
No one spoke for a long time. After a while, the hunched old man, the oldest among them, stood up, cupped his fists and said, "Luojialing, Luo Lao, you have shown your shame."
After speaking, he took a deep breath, and his back seemed to bend even more.
Then Gu Caiwei felt her eyes blur, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that Luo Luo had actually retreated back to where he was.
Gu Caiwei's eyes widened and she looked at Luo Fu. Seeing that Luo Fu was also looking at her, she couldn't help but spit out two words, "It's over?"
"It's over." Luo Lao nodded.
Then he opened his hand and saw a jade pendant in the palm of his hand. The jade pendant was the one that Gu Caiwei had hung on his waist before. She didn't know when Luo Lao took it away.
At this time, even the monks on the side could not help but praise, "I have long heard that Luojialing's Qinggong is excellent. When I saw it today, it is really well-deserved."
"I just run a little faster than others, but I can't compare with the magical skills of the masters of Jinshan Temple." Luo Lao shook his head and then stepped aside.
Gu Caiwei was waiting for the third person to come forward. Unexpectedly, the accountant with the iron abacus suddenly turned around and walked toward the door without saying a word.
"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen..." Gu Caiwei wanted to stop him from behind.
However, the accountant named Shen kept walking, and his voice floated from outside the door, "My skills are inferior to others. If I don't leave now, I'll wait until later."
After saying the last word "hour", his people had already passed the street outside the door, and unexpectedly, "shi" was really gone forever.
As a result, the only ones left who had not shown any kung fu were the middle-aged woman and the male swordsman in white. The latter raised his head and glanced at Lu Jing again.
His eyes were sinister, and then he finally said, "Qilian Sword Sect, Lu Chaoge."
"Oh, I wonder what martial arts Lu Shaoxia is best at?" Gu Caiwei asked.
"We, the Qilian Sword Sect, are famous for our fast swords. I can show my swordsmanship to Master Gu, but..."
"Just what?"
“It just takes people to cooperate.”
"Me?" Gu Caiwei asked.
"No, I would like to ask the new Brother Lu to cooperate."
Gu Caiwei subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before she could speak, Lu Jing readily agreed, "Okay, how do you want me to cooperate?"
"Are there any tea bowls here? Bring me seven tea bowls." Lu Chaoge looked at Lu Jing and sneered.
