Chapter 980: Rogue

Windy, the dust of the sky came over, Shi Qingjue hurriedly followed the pilgrims to hide in a nearby store.
The four sangha blue incense is very strong, so it attracts many traders to do business. It forms a village outside the mountain gate that is not like a village or a town. In strict terms, this land belongs to the temple, and all the owners have to accept it. Deaf management.
The last pilgrim came in a hurry to close the door and complained: "Oh, it’s not as good as snow in winter, this ash... oh."
The wind sand came in along the door, and the speaker ate a bit and caused a laugh.
"I really want to fight. The first game is the killer of the Dragon King's subordinates to the One-Step King. Can you guess who will win?"
Chu Nanping and Fang Shiyi are not particularly famous characters. The former has heard about it, but he talks more about his appearance.
Shi Qingjue only listened. He had never seen the skills of Chu Nanping, but the other party was impressed. Whether it was with Gao Yang or chasing two spies, the killer seemed extremely calm and regarded the enemy as a target. One stroke and one style are all simple and straightforward.
Shi Qingjue simply regarded him as a model.
In the face of a sudden influx of more than a dozen guests, regardless of whether they know each other or not, the shopkeepers greeted them kindly. When his eyes fell on Shi Qingjue, his expression changed.
The treasurer pushed everyone away and walked to Shi Qingjue, pointing to the door. "Please go out."
Shi Qingjue didn't even think that the shopkeeper was talking to himself, looked around and asked, "I am?"
"Well, it's you, please go out, I won't receive you here."
"Do you know who I am?" Shi Qingjue is familiar with the shopkeeper's face, but he does not believe that the other party will recognize himself. There are many monks in Sijialan.
"Don't make me embarrassed, small shop, stand on the ground, please go out."
Shi Qingjue suddenly understood, snorted, strode out to the outside, the store door immediately closed behind him, vaguely heard a voice: "The vulgar monk, and the face..."
Shi Qingjue's hair is still very short, even if he wears a hat, he can't hide it, so he is recognized at a glance.
Against the wind and sand of a group, Shi Qingjue gently snorted and returned to the four sangha blues, breaking many of his illusions. He thought that the temple and the city of Saitama were two opposite places, which can be proved by many details. The difference between the two is not that big.
In the past, he was a monk of the four sangha blues. As a backer, a famous teacher naturally obtained the corresponding status. Naturally, he could hardly feel it. However, in Saitama City, he was no different from those who came from all directions to discuss life. Even worse, he didn't even have the most relatives and friends. He only recognized a high Yang.
Shi Qingjue believes that there are many people in Saitama City who, like the monks of the four sangha blues, have a fixed status by nature and can enjoy many benefits without touching the dark side of the city.
The unconventional monks who are not deeply involved in the world have a series of emotions. There is regret in the heart and there is an inexplicable excitement. He can do it in the unknown world.
As long as your courage is big enough, this is the conclusion that Shi Qingjue came up in a few short days. He knocked down the whole brother, not only because of unruly sudden attacks, but he found that the gap between his martial arts and his brother was not imagined. Big, never hit, the biggest reason is timidity.
The wind and sand stopped a little, and the pilgrims walked out of the shop and continued their respective trips, turning a blind eye to the vulgar of the loess.
Not far from an open space, two or three hundred dragon guards also came out of the circle surrounded by horses.
Looking at the strange soldiers, Shi Qingjue could not feel the kindness of the same camp.
Somebody collided behind him, Shi Qingjue subconsciously evaded from the side, and the other side was also there. His back shoulder was smashed into a shackle and almost fell.
Five strong men passed by and then turned around at the same time. One of them said in an exaggerated and intimate tone: "Hey, isn't this a young master? If you change your outfit, you can't really recognize it."
Shi Qingjue stood firm and knew that he was again provocative.
Some monks in the four Sangha Lanri will be privately recruited, and the temples will never admit it. These disciples do not care. They are all means of making friends. Many people have even good martial arts. They are also willing to call the monk to the monk.
I feel that all the martial arts are high-powered, and there are quite a few disciples in the name. These five people are among them, but Shi Qingjue only recognizes the one who talks to him.
"It turned out to be the old regiment, it was a coincidence." Shi Qingjue said, and looked at the Dragon King Weibing again.
The old group also looked at it and said in a surprised tone: "I heard that you joined the Dragon Army. Are those people your soldiers?"
The other four people laughed arrogantly.
Shi Qingjue also laughed. "You can really make a joke. I am still a soldier."
"No." The tone of the old group is more exaggerated. "I heard that you are not an ordinary person now. You are alone in the four sangha blue kitchens, kicking a hundred firemen, punching eight sorghums, this skill, hey, how is the dragon king? Want to reward you with a general?"
Shi Qingjue still loses his face on his face. "The more you say, the more you don't know. Let's change the day. Let's drink a piece. I still have something to do today..."
"Hah, Uncle Sen said that please drink alcohol, this is really rare."
"I am now Shi Qingjue. I used to be uncle of your uncle. It is even more unworthy now."
The old group suddenly put away a smile, and the tone changed from exaggeration to haze. "Lessly wear garlic, dare to make yin in the four sangha blues to hurt the whole master, but not to be out of the mountain door?"
A brawny man said: "You didn't learn from Saitama City? Let us see and see."
"Yes, we have been mixing in Saitama City for so many years, and it is also appropriate to point you a few tricks."
There were not many fights in front of the four Sangha Blue Mountains. Many passers-by were tempted by the pilgrims passing by. At this time, some people in the shop whispered, "The monks who are still vulgar, come back to make trouble."
Only one sentence, no one sympathizes with the youth of a single person.
Shi Qingjue looked at the Dragon King guard for the third time. The guards have noticed the situation here. Many people are looking around, but they don't know Shi Qingjue. Naturally, no one will come to help.
The old regiment pretended to jump back in horror. "Isn't the sorcerer's sorrow not angry? Our brothers are just looking for you to talk about ‘Yuyucheng’s tricks,’ and don’t want to call Qianjun Wanma?

Shi Qingju smiled and said: "Why not?"
The old group and others waited for a glimpse. They thought that the other side had to face, and they would never be soft in the public. I didn’t expect to actually ask for help. A strong man said: "If you listen to him bragging, he will still be a few days, and the dragon king can see it. He? I am afraid that even joining the Dragon Army is a lie."
The five people gathered around and decided to use the true "Yuyucheng trick" to teach Shi Qingjue.
Shi Qingjue suddenly raised his right arm and shouted at the guard of the Dragon King: "Hey!"
After all, the five strong men were a little jealous. When they heard this, they all looked back. As long as the Dragon King guards made a little reaction, they would find an excuse to leave. Anyway, they had already made a fuss, and the friendship and face were enough.
Shi Qingjue didn't want to be a helper. He only joined the Dragon Army for a few days. Most of the time he used to help the dragon turn over the clouds to handle the documents of the military service. The people he knew were extremely limited. The Dragon King guards would not recognize him.
Even if a guard looks at his face, Shi Qingjue does not want to ask for help. He finally smashes the backing and restraint of the four sangha blues. He does not want to go back to the old road so quickly.
The true power must be in your own hands.
Shi Qingjue, a boxing player on the back of the old group, rubbed two punches on his head when he bent his knees.
The old group fell, but he didn't feel it. He really understood some "Jade City Play", and he was far more experienced than Shi Qingjue. He didn't try to get up again, but his hands clasped the enemy's right leg and his head retracted as much as possible. , hiding in the , the posture is indecent but extremely effective.
The other four strong men embraced.
Shi Qingjue knocked down the other with three or two strokes. As a result, his left leg was also hugged, and then he was confused. The other party actually sprinkled a piece of sand.
The fight became a struggle without rules. Shi Qingjue took the third place to fall to the ground, closed his eyes, and no matter who he was, he would punch and kick, but he could not break the bondage, and the other two stood strong. Han caught the opportunity and slammed his feet.
Shi Qingjue hoped that he would be as calm as the Tianshan knives and loyalists. This quickly became a luxury. He was gradually angered and screamed at the knifeman who was stumped by him, regardless of other people.
This fight can not be the style of masters, not even as good as the ordinary knife, the cautious pilgrims walk around the road, the people in the nearby shops stand at the door to watch the lively, the dragon king's guards point and point, make a laugh .
I don't know how long it took, Shi Qingjue suddenly found that the burden on his feet was gone, and the people in his arms were gone. He climbed up and felt pain in his body. Several bones seemed to be folded, and he suddenly fell asleep. On the ground, still clenched with both fists and looked around for enemies.
The old group and others ran fast, like a rabbit chased by a bulldog.
The old man looked at him with a smile, and said with a smile: "You can't help but fight for it. Well, there is potential, I like it, when do we communicate."
The Dragon King and his wife went down the mountain. Shi Qingjue supported him to get up again. The bruised face was added with a layer of red. Not long ago, he was still available to the Dragon King. Now he is an incompetent person with a gray face and a scar.
The Queen of the Queen looked out from the sedan and whispered, "How can the Dragon King know such a rogue?"
Xu Yanwei also glanced at him and said with a smile: "The Dragon King likes to collect such a person. Maybe he still thinks this person is not enough."
Gu Shen was riding on the horse and asked: "Do you know what is wrong?"
Shi Qingjue said with a bite: "Not enough."
If he had already used the strength of kicking the old knife at the Nancheng pub, he would not fall into the fight, but he could not give a deep hatred to these strong men. He regretted it.
Gu Shen nodded, and urged the horse to meet with the guards and leave on their own.
Shi Qingjue stayed behind, and in the eyes of suspicion and sympathy, he bent down and picked up the hat on the ground, threw it out, and stalked the short hair of the inch, and strode to catch the dragon king that was farther and farther.
The strength is in his own hands, he thinks again.
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