Chapter 309: Rogue

　　 "This old show-head donkey has always been humble and shameless. Now, in front of two generations of young people, he is still shameless and shameless." m!
　　 The angry drink of an old scribe does not mean giving up resistance if his right hand is too late to protect him.
　　 There was no sign, the old scribe suddenly sat down, and the moment the fart hall reached the door, his left foot was taken out by a gull. It was the old monk’s little dantian.
　　Between the light and the stone, the old scribe and the old monk have already met at the narrow gate of the temple.
　　 Momentary energy, snow flies.
　　 After all, the old monk was the first to attack and obviously had the upper hand.
　　 Seeing the old scribe sitting on the threshold leg waiting to fly, the old monk twisted a song, let the other's chain three, put his right hand and fingers into his mouth, and left his claw to the wine school.
　　 This old clerk takes care of his wine bag during his busy schedule. As a result, his left arm loosened and the oil bag and paper bag fell off
　　 The old monk Xiaoruo said: "You are taken for granted!"
　　 At this time, the old monk's body suddenly fell, his right leg pushed the boy into the cloud and he had kicked the paper out of the air.
　　 A gray shadow immediately rose to the sky, and the oil paper bag was already in hand.
　　 It is not someone else who took the paper bag, but the old monk.
　　 Xia Yun and I looked at each other, no old monk picked up the oil paper bag.
　　 On the contrary, he was surprised that the two old men were close together in such a small space and could be as good as fish. This fight is short-lived, but the details are clear and there is no room for restraint.
　　 What is even more outrageous is that the figure of the old monk has not yet fallen on the threshold, and the oil paper package has been opened.
　　 The oily paper bag was opened for a while, and less than half of the six catties of halogen tendons were covered.
　　々 Amitabuku! The taste is so good, I haven't eaten such delicious horseshoes in a long time.
　　 The old monk sat on the threshold again, his mouth was full of oil, the two types were bulging, and his jaw was constantly twisting. He was obviously desperately trying to repair his hooves and halide muscles.
　　 Such a strange scene suddenly, I saw the heartbeat of Xia Yun and me
　　 Of course, the scary reason is not because the old monk doesn’t avoid it, but he robs things with his hands and feet without hesitation. In short, there is something strange in martial arts.
　　 Xia Yun and I were surprised that the old monk was obviously full of mouth, no less than two catties, and could not speak.
　　 But Wang Cai's sentence is straight and round, Ba is clear, and there is absolutely no trace of it.
　　 No matter how shocked Xia Yun and I were, the old scribe took a sip of wine today and cursed: "But the old show donkey, it's not good to die!
　　 It may be the only person in the district who treats scolding as a kind of drink and vegetable.
　　 The old monk grabbed a tendon and stuffed it inside, then stared at the wine in the old priest's hand, his eyes lit up again.
　　The old scribe took a sip of wine and put the bag behind him: "The old man wants to drink, now he won't fight with your despicable donkey!
　　 "This old puzzle has always been fair, why is it mean and shameless?"
　　 The old monk also broke his tendons and said, "You are shameless and shameless to a child." Lao Pinling is just a bumpy road. Robbing the rich to help the poor is the chivalrous style of my generation!
"The old man Tugen spat hardly: "I'm sorry, you said it!" You give it to yourself, you never give it back to your victim, do you see how you feel about it? ?For decades, you have been a shameless flower monk!
It's too pitiful, I can't speak!" The old monk smiled and said: "You always rob others, and you always put things together for your own sake. How despicable and shameless? "You really want to get in. For decades, The old husband’s belongings were taken away by your show-top old donkey, almost naked. If the old man does not rob others, can he live to this day?
　　 The two old men are sitting on the doorstop of the ruined temple, imitating blessings that they are door gods. They stared at each other intently, eating meat with water in their mouths, cursing each other without hesitation, so Xia Yun and I couldn't laugh.
　　 About a quarter of an hour later, a group of people came to the hula (dadg) outside the gate of the ancient temple, but no less than fifty people.
　　 The goal of these people is Qingming Temple, but there are still more than a hundred steps away from the temple gate, and it is impossible to go any further.
　　 The moment I saw a person, my body suddenly rose, and the whole person was like a full bow, which would explode at any time.
　　What are you doing there, little donor? "The old monk still has his hooves in his mouth, and his eyes are still fixed on the wine bag in the old man's hand: "Sit down, and you can go back after Sunday." "Return to Amitabha
　　The old scribe said: "The little girl also sat down to study hard for the old husband! "What happened to that old witch? What the old witch can't bear, she can't! What the old witch doesn't care about is that you are dead for nothing!
　　 No one else, my red-eyed object is Burak’s deputy working master, Master Shu Tangmen, Tang Qiu!
　　 Xia Yun glanced immediately. Behind it was Tang Qi, Chen Hongtai, and God Xiemen boss Ge Quan.
　　 However, Xia Yun and I are in the gate of the special temple, and the people outside are too far away to see them.
In addition, the two door gods at the door were blocking their way, as if they had hit an air wall. Now they have reached more than a hundred feet away and cannot move forward, let alone come in to see what happened. .
　　Chen Hongtai, Tang Qi, and Ge Quan are not messengers. There is nothing at present, but they can only walk half a step forward. They can only be the door of two dilapidated old flowers.
　　 Two kinds are called flowers. Very strange.
　　 The bald old man is called a flower, with a big self-beard; the disheveled person is called a flower, but his chin is nothing.
　　 Let's go!" Chen Hongtai seemed to remember: "If the legend is true, these two people we-won't.
　　 Tang Qi heard a dazed sentence: "Master Chen, what is the legend?"
　　According to the news I read on "Jin Riwei", there was a legend of a double eagle in Tianshan many years ago. One is called Baitouweng, and the other is Xiulu. Both of them have always been Mencius and never left Mencius. There have been no competitors for decades, and it is said that only three feet in the Central Plains can keep up with them.
"The best thing is that there is nothing wrong with these two people. Their athlete's beriberi is very weird. When you look good, you can climb on their sons to urinate. When you don’t like your eyes, you can’t tell whether you are I want to connect with people.
　　 Their method of driving eagles can be called martial arts, even if most people want to find it, they can't catch up. Fortunately, they did not lose control in their entire game. It is said that the lone wolf of the fire silver knife is their disciple.
"There are many people who can kill a lone wolf, but not many people can kill the martial arts in the whole area. Tianshan Double Camp has this ability." Therefore, the fire silver knife lone wolf can come and go freely anywhere. . It's not how bad the lone wolf is, the key is Tianshan double. We cannot stay here for long. Let's go. "
　　 Being able to make a difference in officialdom is not an ordinary role.
　　 In the eyes of ordinary people, Jin Yiwei can prevent children from crying at night.
　　 But in the eyes of the old Wulin monster, Jin Yiwei is just a joke.
　　Chen Hongtai can get into the position of the deputy commander of Fuxi, Xinyiweibei Town, and his eyes are naturally flexible. Since you can't stay here, of course, go away.
　　 When the old scribe changed the style and dust of the game, his eyes shot at me like a sharp sword: "Are you Hachiro?
　　 I was taken for granted: "Yes, that’s how my friends call me
　　Good name" The old scribe looked at the old monk opposite and said; "You tell me, about this
　　 The character of a mixed-race boy, how could a lone wolf want him to be his life-and-death brother?
The old monk Xiaoruo said: "Although this little donor has too many worries in his heart, he cannot leave his hands on many occasions, and even some hands are as slippery as you, like a villain, but the pride in his bones still exists.
　　 "Fart! This raises a rascal. How can he be like me?" The old scribe scolded, and nodded again: "I drank the wine and ate the meat, the old show head donkey, what shall we do now?
　　 Amitabha! Now that they have eaten and drank, they will be trained to prevent them from drowning in the sewer, which makes it difficult to see the old man. Great!
　　 The two people jumped up before they finished talking.
　　 After the two jumped up, Xia Yun and I were already motionless, and the entire cave was locked up.
　　 I have experienced more strange things~EbookFREE.me~ so I didn’t panic.
　　Especially I heard that these two people have a very different relationship with the lone wolf of the Fire Silver Blade, and they also know their names, so don't worry.
　　 Like it is in a cave, it is useless to worry about it.
　　 In exchange for five catties of wine, the old man spent five years of hard work. He felt that he had not suffered a loss. Don't you think the old donkey?
"Since you have no loss, the old patchwork will not be lost. Six kilograms of heel and foot tendons cannot be eaten at any time. And more than one kilogram more than your wine, the old patchwork takes a lot of money. .Great!
　　 When Xia Yun and I returned to freedom, it was Tayang already.
　　 When they were free again, the old scribe took out an envelope from his arms, stuffed it into my arms, and then flashed past me with the old monk.
　　 This is a letter. There is no half of a word on the envelope, and I don’t know what it is inside. But when I pull out this message with two fingers, I know who it is for.
　　 The old madman, the old nun who was worried about the family and the people, the old man and the show-headed donkey ran all the way to the Central Plains. As a result, they heard that you went to the prairie in the north. Xiutou donkey wants to fly again. The 60-year-old date has not yet arrived. Is this true?
"Speaking of which, the border of Hetao has been chaotic lately. The granddaughter of the bald female apprentice is very annoying. It seems that there may be some movement recently. I don't care much about the germ problem. Crazy old nun's wine.
　　" Over the years, I almost forgot the taste of wine. The fake headless donkeys helped them almost forget the taste of barbecue, so they thought of you.