Vol 7 Chapter 3: Find Lu Xiaofeng

Fang Lang also heard the story told by the storyteller about the nearby master bitter gourd.
Master bitter gourd?
At this time, he remembered some plots of the original book, Fang Lang touched his chin, took the ghost wrapped in Bougainvillea, and went to the door.
In the monastery where the master bitter gourd sits, incense is burning in the meditation room. Huamanlou has been bathed in incense, sitting quietly waiting.
If you want to taste the vegetarian food cooked by the master bitter gourd yourself, you must not only bathe in incense, but also have to be patient. Master bitter gourd is not easy to cook, it not only requires people to come right, but also to make him happy. Today's people are quite right. In addition to Huamanlou, there are Huangshan Gusongjushi, and the wooden Taoist who claims to be the first in Go, second in poetry and wine, and third in swordsmanship.
Of course these people are not vulgar visitors, so Master Bitter Gourd is also very happy today. In the vast twilight, finally came the Qingyue evening bell. When Huamanlou walked out, the Taoist and Mu Taoists of Gu Songju were already waiting for him in the yard.
The evening breeze blows through the bamboo forest, and the summer heat has long been isolated from the red dust.
Huamanlou smiled and said, "I don't dare to ask the two seniors to wait here."
The Taoist Mu smiled. The Wudang elder, who has always been shameless and uncut, actually took off his patchwork robe and replaced it with a spotless blue shirt. In order not to be restrained by others, he would rather not be the head of Wudang, but he had to feel wronged if he wanted to taste Master Bitter Gourd’s Su Zhai.
Everyone knows the strange temper of Master Bitter Gourd.
In the Zen room, the bamboo curtain hangs down, and through the bamboo curtain, you can smell bursts of indescribable fragrance, enough to arouse anyone's appetite.
Fang Lang stood outside the window, but didn't go in. Instead, he looked at a mud monkey who was about to climb in.
"Lu Xiaofeng?"
The young man with the red cloak full of muddy smell should be Lu Xiaofeng undoubtedly, with four eyebrows, piercing eyes, and the appearance of a wandering son.
Lu Xiaofeng also saw Fang Lang. He was stunned, scratching his head, and said in surprise: "Are you the same person Sikong Picking told me today? How do you know I am here?"
Fang Lang smiled, "I'm here to taste the food made by the bitter gourd."
Although Master Bitter Gourd didn’t know Fang Lang, Master Bitter Gourd had a very good relationship with Lu Xiaofeng. When they saw Lu Xiaofeng who was all dirty, they joked and heard that Lu Xiaofeng was picked up by Sikong to dig six hundred earthworms. He immediately put the food on the table with a big laugh, and invited Lu Xiaofeng and Fang Lang to taste it.
Su Zhai is indeed delicious.
Lu Xiaofeng wolfed down and said, "The monkey that Sikong picks up the stars should go to the inn to find you. I originally promised him to go to the Yuelai Inn to find you tomorrow." He said, his eyes flexibly looked at Fang Lang, "but , I don’t know what you have been searching for me all the way."
Fang Lang drank the tea without comment, and said lightly: "It is said that there is no sword in the world that Lu Xiaofeng can't hold. I'm here, naturally I want to try your finger."
As expected, Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, "Tired by his reputation..." He ate the food fiercely, as if to vent his depression, but did not reject Fang Lang. He knew Fang Lang's first glance. This person cannot refuse.
Suddenly someone raised the bamboo curtain and walked in. It was Huamanlou and others.
Taoist Mu sighed and said, "This monk is partial."
Gu Song said: "He invited us, but let others eat first."
Mu Dao said humanely: "He must have us go to the incense bath, but this person seems to have just rolled out of the mud!"
Master Bitter Gourd laughed and said: "The monk is indeed partial, but he is only partial to him. It is useless for you to be angry."
Huamanlou smiled bitterly: "I am afraid that even Bodhisattva can't do anything when I meet this person."
As they were talking, they were also secretly looking at Fang Lang. For this unfamiliar person who suddenly appeared here, they looked at the swordsman curiously, and they all felt the suffocation of each other's body, but they were all on the rivers and lakes. The famous person also quickly discovered that Fang Lang's evil spirit came from that sword.
Huamanlou, who doesn't like killing, sighed slightly and muttered: "The murder weapon must see blood."
Fang Lang looked at this very famous flower in his mood, and said with a smile: "Although the murder weapon will see blood when it is out of its sheath, if the owner wants it back, it must also listen."
The Taoist Mu showed a caring look, "This young hero has never seen him before, and he is an unknown teacher?"
Fang Lang shook his head and said, "There is no instruction in the waves below."
A pot of veggie ham and a pot of potsticker tofu were all facing the sky. Lu Xiaofeng finally stopped, smiled at the three people, and said, "This master is here to trouble me. He wants to try. Try my eloquence, but your reputation as a wooden Taoist in the rivers and lakes is much greater than mine."
The Taoist Mu laughed and said, "My reputation is not as good as your sharp finger!" As he said, he looked at the ghost next to Fang Lang's hand, shook his head and said, "Although I can read all the weapons in the world, your Excellency Regardless of the workmanship and material, the handle in my hand seems to have not been shot by a master craftsman in the Central Plains... The evil spirit is condensed in the sword, and it is born with spirit. I am a little curious whether Lu Xiaofeng can block this sword.
Huamanlou looked at Fang Lang with a godless gaze, frowned, revealing a solemn look.
For Huamanlou, who was already a keen observer, he couldn't notice the details of Fang Lang. He only felt that the person sitting opposite seemed like a whirlpool, full of internal forces that seemed calm and turbulent. He was worried. Looking at Lu Xiaofeng, she didn't want Lu Xiaofeng to take this sword.
But Lu Xiaofeng couldn't refuse. Fang Lang grabbed Sikong Zhanxing and came to him all the way. Sikong Zhanxing had already asked him on this matter.
After eating, he wiped off the stinky sweat, then walked to the yard, took a deep breath, and smiled helplessly: "I have eaten and drank enough now, just in time to learn your brilliant tricks!"
Fang Lang nodded slightly and stood up.
Huamanlou, Taoist Mu, and Lay Gu Song all followed out, but Master Bitter Gourd shook his head and sat on a chair eating vegetarian chicken.
Lu Xiaofeng was not too nervous at all. He has been tossing around in life and death. This is also common. But when the swift and astounding light really pierced him, his pupils shrank suddenly. , Can only feel that the brilliant sword light on the opposite side is magnified in an instant, and it seems that the next instant will be able to penetrate through his chest. ..
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