"Rumored by the martial arts world, the Yue girl A Qing defeated Murong Longcheng with a half move. Murong Longcheng announced with hatred that the Murong family will remain neutral and will no longer participate in the Wu and Yue battle. The Wu and Yue battle to become the final stage."

Zhang Huen was walking on the way south. Since there were no street signs, he could only walk around and stop and ask around. After leaving the Shaolin realm, the outside world was truly presented to him. The people in the martial arts world were all froze and fro, rushing back and forth, doing their own master tasks, increasing their experience in the martial arts world. In ancient times, such frequent population movements were rare.

The gray-robed monk walked on the road and did not encounter any difficulties. The world has not yet fallen into madness. All major sects are held in their hands by the Wu Sheng Sect. If they are properly controlled, they will not lose control.

As soon as he left Henan Road and entered Hubei, Zhang Hu'en discovered that the situation here was very different from that in Henan. Since there was no big sect like Shaolin, various forces were intertwined. Without going far, he could see people with flags of various sects fighting for a while. After the group beat, three or five corpses were left behind. Zhang Hu'en stood in the forest and watched what was happening in front of him. After the scene ended, some civilians came out of the field, took half-year-old children to strove over the bodies, fought for money to kill people, stripped them naked, pulled them to the flatbed truck, threw them onto the car, pulled them to the mass grave in the field, rolled them on straw mats and dug a hole to bury them.

Zhang Hu'en gave up walking the road and walked south along the mountain path. He was barren mountains and wilderness, monks' clothes and shoes, bite dry food when they were hungry, and searched for some streams when they were thirsty. Along the way, only the copper rings on the Zen Staff tinkled and accompanied him. There was no time in the mountains. Along the way, he practiced the Yijin Sutra every day. The legendary fifteenth layer of internal force Yijin Sutra did cause him a lot of trouble. After the self-space was fully analyzed on a certain day, he applied the ability of the space to analyze the internal strength and mind method.

"Rumor to the world, Yue girl A Qing cut off her feelings with one sword, and was successfully promoted to the Martial Saint, becoming the fifth saint in the world. Friends in the martial arts world should congratulate him together."

"The rumors in the world that Zhuge Wuhou invited A Qing to the Qiulong Courtyard of Jinling. A Qing refused, and then fled westward after three moves. His unique skill "The Sword Technique of the Yue Girl" was left behind in the world."

"There is rumors that Murong Longcheng fought with Zhuge Wuhou, and then established himself. He was successfully promoted to Wusheng. He was invited by Wuhou to Qiulongyuan in Jinling. His unique skills "Dou Zhuan Xingshi" were divided into two parts. The first volume was stored in the Murong family in Gusu. The second volume was missing."

The sudden appearance of a half-school masterpiece stimulated the bottom line of the major sects that were originally just waiting and watching. The masters of each sect rushed towards the Gusu City, which had just calmed down for a few days, and were about to turn Gusu to the sky. Zhang Huen stood on the top of a barren mountain and looked east, and found that there were several groups of people walking east on the official road at the foot of the mountain, carrying colorful flags.

It's been more than 4 months in the movie now, and most of the actors active in the martial arts world have reached the level of Wuwei. Some of the talented people have entered the level of martial arts school and are charging towards the level of martial arts generals who can enter the house. Zhang Hu'en's Yijin Jing has made rapid progress with the help of his own space. In terms of internal strength alone, he feels that he should be able to part with Master Fang Zheng.

After almost a month of wind and dining, Zhang Hu'en had very little dry food left. He walked out of the mountains and came to a small town. There were dozens of families living in it, which was a very small town. However, although the town was small, it was full of all kinds of medicine shops, clothing shops, blacksmith shops, taverns, and inns. Zhang Hu'en came to the door of the tavern with a bamboo basket on his back. The waiter thought that a dusty monk stood at the door, ran out quickly, deliberately blocking the door with his body, and whispered:

"Master, I'm sorry, the tavern was wrapped up today, so please go to another place to beg for alms."

Zhang Hu'en glanced inside and saw everything in his eyes. A heroic old man with a beard was having a big banquet inside. Seeing the dress of those people in the world, they were not from a big sect. Why are they so arrogant? I wonder if everyone is working diligently and being honest now?

"Master, look, we are so busy that we can't get started. Otherwise, you can go to the kitchen to make some vegetarian food..."

When the waiter saw Zhang Hu'en's waist card, he immediately thought of a compromise solution, and wanted to take Zhang Huen to the kitchen to beg for alms. Zhang Huen thought to himself, and he was too lazy to pay attention to these martial arts people who were eating and drinking. He was about to follow him behind him and walked towards the kitchen. The heroic old man suddenly glanced at him, put down his wine bowl and strode, and bowed:

"The Funiu Sect Ke Baisai holds a banquet to celebrate his birthday here. I wonder which school the master sect or sect?"

Zhang Hu'en looked back and said, "Ke Baisui is generous and does not look like a traitor." He immediately put his hands together and said:

"I am a monk, Shaolin, and I have a certificate."

"So it's a Shaolin monk, please come in and invite me!"

Ke Baisui is the head of the Funiu Sect. He is good at using a soft whip and becomes famous as the Yumeng Divine Whip. His martial arts are not a first-class player, but his martial arts are both skillful and powerful, which is a master in southern Hubei. Although this person has not good martial arts skills, he is easy to make friends, especially as a famous sect, who has strict management of his subordinates. He has accepted several disciples and is of good character.

Even though there are too few ways to travel around the world, you can barely get enough food and clothing in southern Hubei, and your jurisdiction is only the town and the two surrounding villages. Ke Baisui especially likes to make friends with disciples of famous sects. This is also a form of force. If the Funiu Sect is a sect with a larger flies, if there is no famous sect behind it, it will sooner or later be annexed by other sects that have gradually been eroded.

When he heard that Zhang Hu'en was a Shaolin disciple, Ke Baisui invited him to a tavern to drink. When he smelled the jar filled with wine, the greed in Zhang Hu'en's stomach swelled up. As soon as he sat down, Ke Baisui poured tea for him himself. Unexpectedly, Zhang Hu'en put the bamboo basket of Zen sticks on the bench next to him, rolled up the monk's clothes and shouted:

"Put the meat and drink!"

"Okay! The master is such a generous person!"

Most of the martial arts people around are low-level disciples of the surrounding good forces. They love drinking and eating meat the most. If a monk who does not get into meat and fish, it will make people feel particularly awkward. Ke Baisui saw Zhang Hu'en relaxed and had some doubts in his heart, but then he thought, even if he was a fake monk, he had just lost some money, so why bother?

Now, Xiaoer also called the big jar of wine and a big bowl of meat. The wine shop was filled with laughter and laughter. Zhang Hu'en was very relaxed in this lively atmosphere and had eaten plain food for four months. He almost forgot what the meat was and asked. Seeing that he didn't use chopsticks, he grabbed the pig's elbow with both hands and chewed wildly. Ke Baisui, who was sitting opposite, swallowed it. Could it be that he was really a fake monk?

"Master, I'll give you a cup."

"What kind of cup? Change the bowl!"

"Okay! Awesome!"

The people in the martial arts world around him followed him and started to make trouble again. After Zhang Hu'en had three bowls of yellow wine, his face was not even red. The people around him quickly exclaimed that the master was so much more strange. Ke Baisui looked at him. Fake monk, if he could drink it so much, he must be a fake monk!

These people saw that Master Shaolin was so happy to eat meat and drink wine, and there was no restraint at all. So they changed their bowls and rushed over to toast. Originally, it was rare to see a Shaolin monk in southern Hubei. What's even more difficult is that this Shaolin monk was not jealous of meat and fish, and he had a drink like the sea. When he came to toast one after another, Zhang Hu'en was happy to eat and refused to accept anyone. Regardless of whether you are Zhang San or Li Si, Wang Mazi or Guanghong Tiao. If you are a person, drink a bowl and drink it at the back. The group of people shouted with alcohol:

"The master is a Shaolin monk. I heard that the 72 unique skills of Shaolin are famous all over the world, but I don't have the chance to see you. How about showing off my skills to open my eyes to your brothers?"

Zhang Hu'en laughed loudly. Ke Baisui, who was beside him, shook his head with a wry smile. This was a fake monk who cheated on food and drink. Where did he come from the Shaolin skill? However, Zhang Hu'en's left hand had three fingers, and smiled. The waves blasted at the pillars of the restaurant three times. Everyone looked back and saw three holes as big as fingers appeared on the wooden stake and penetrated directly outside.

"This...is this the legendary flower-picking finger?"

Ke Baisui felt chills when he saw it, but he didn't expect it to be true. Zhang Hu'en was happy to drink and eat even happier. Unexpectedly, the martial arts people here were also quite cute. He stretched out his right palm and said:

"Look at this hand of me..."

A group of people surrounded him and stared at his hand. Zhang Hu'en placed his hand gently on the table. After a moment, he strangely sank from the table. A wooden board as big as his palm fell to the bottom of the table. Someone picked it up and screamed:

"The Great Vajra Palm, my God, it's really the Great Vajra Palm!"

Ke Baisui quickly stood up and bowed:

"Master, I have really gained some knowledge today. I can understand these two unique skills. I will have no regrets in this life."

Zhang Hu'en came up with alcohol, and ignored the backup, and directly pulled Ke Baisui back to his seat and shouted:

"Brother, it's so exaggerating to say these words. Please invite me to drink and I'll celebrate your birthday. It's OK. Although I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts, I might as well write a piece of Eagle Claws to you..."

"Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it. Master, if you violate the rules..."

"Don't worry, this eagle claw skill is not Shaolin eagle claw skill, but I learned when I was young. In terms of power, it is only three points stronger than Shaolin eagle claw skill. Take a pen!"

Zhang Hu'en's alcohol was completely up. He picked up the brush and drew it on the rice paper. However, he was still celebrating his birthday. He barely finished all the practice of the Eagle Claw Spreader. Ke Baisui was as if he had a treasure and pulled the technique over, put it away in the enviable eyes of everyone, and then he ate and drank again.

That night, Zhang Hu'en didn't walk out of the town at all. Zhang Hu'en, who had drunk six jars of wine, lived in Funiu Villa. Ke Baishui returned to the central hall, drank a bowl of sobering soup, and called his eldest disciple Guo Yanzhi over. The two spread out their eagle claw skills and looked carefully. They saw that when they were lit late at night, Ke Baishui raised his head and rubbed his slightly straight eyes, and said:

"Yanzhi, what do you think?"

"Master, powerful and vicious moves are probably really Shaolin Eagle Claw Technique."

"Then did I harm the master?"

"...Master, return this technique to the master and send someone to inform the sects in southern Hubei. This matter should not be revealed."

Ke Baisui shook his head and said:

"There is no airtight wall in the world, it's useless."

“What should I do?”

"...Yanzhi, copy a copy and return it to Shaolin. If it is really Shaolin Eagle Claw Master, let's apologize on behalf of the master." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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