In the restaurant, people from the rivers and lakes gather.

Fang Xiu sat in a window seat, with a few wine and dishes on the table, chewing them carefully and eating them slowly.

After leaving the government office, Fang Xiu found a place to stay.

According to the news given by Zhengtian Sect, the remnants of the Sword Sect appeared in the Linjiang Prefecture area, but the specific location cannot be completely determined in Zhengtian Sect.

Fang Xiu believed that Yang Ting must have had news about the remnants of the Sword Sect, but the other party could not force the other party without breaking up.

With the power of the imperial court in Yuzhou, the people from the Jinyiwei still appeared here, which actually explained the problem.

The prefect of Yicheng is a dignified innate powerhouse.

You should know that small wild cities like Liucheng are just third-rate warriors. Even in the cities of the head of Guangyang Prefecture, Nanshan Prefecture and other Guangyang Prefecture, there are no innate powerhouses.

Besides, this place is not the first city of Lin'an Prefecture, it is just one of the more ordinary cities.

Even so, there are still innate strong men in charge.

The gap between the two is self-evident.

Fang Xiu stopped drinking, and his eyes looked out the window and saw the scene of the street outside.

A group of monks wearing monk's robes appeared on the street, and their shiny heads seemed to stand out among the crowd.

The person in the lead can be considered an acquaintance.

Shaolin Huikong!

The affairs of Medicine Buddha Tathagata were brought to Nanshan Prefecture a great purge, and Fang Xiu thought Huikong had died at the hands of Medicine Buddha Tathagata.

But now it seems that Huikong is not dead and has returned safely.

Compared with the past defeat and escape, Huikong has regained his initial temperament again, with a calm expression on his face.

As if feeling Fang Xiu's gaze, Huikong stopped and looked up in the direction of the source of his eyes.

Huikong's smile immediately became stiff.

Let's stop!

Until now, Huikong has not forgotten what happened before. It was the most miserable battle he had ever encountered since he broke the boundaries between heaven and man.

But the other party was just an acquired warrior. His new generation leader in Shaolin was crushed by the other party across the border.

Huikong couldn't speak of this matter to others. It took him a long time to suppress this matter and he did not walk back to the world until now.

But what Huikong didn't expect was that he met Fang Xiu again not long after he arrived in Yuzhou.

This really puzzled him.

The other party was clearly in Yuzhou, but he came to Yuzhou with unfair souls. Seeing the clothes Fang Xiu was wearing, Huikong also guessed something.

He raised his glass slightly and signaled that Fang Xiu drank the glass in one sip, and then withdrew his gaze.

This time, the Zhengtian Sect received news about the remnants of the Sword Sect, and the other major sects in the towns and prefectures also received news.

When Fang Xiu saw Huikong, he knew that the people sent by Shaolin this time were roughly the other party.

This is just a small episode for Fang Xiu. He can defeat the other party before he breaks through. Now, after breaking through, Huikong is even more difficult to pose a threat to him.

"Uncle Master, why did you stop?"

Huikong suddenly stopped, and the Shaolin disciple behind him asked in confusion.

Many people also followed Huikong's gaze and saw Fang Xiu who was drinking and eating.

Huikong withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just met an acquaintance. I happened to be leaving for a while and found a place to rest."

After saying that, Huikong took his group and waited toward the restaurant where Fang Xiu was.

Soon, the group went up to the second floor and, under the guidance of the waiter, sat in the empty seats.

Huikong did not sit down, but walked towards Fang Xiu.

"Amitabha, the donor hasn't seen him for a long time!"

"Monk, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Huikong came over, somewhat beyond Fang Xiu's expectations, and he did not expect that the other party would have the face to come over.

Huikong said: "The donor Fang came from Yuzhou even though he was far away. I don't know what he was doing. I might as well say that maybe I can help."

"Why did you come here, and why did Fang come here."

Fang Xiu ate the wine and food bite after bite, and replied in an orderly manner.

"As far as I know, there should be no shortage of innate powerhouses in the Zhengtian Sect. Why did you let the donor come? Are you afraid of encountering an accident?

In this way, it would be a considerable loss if there was no genius like Donor Fang."

Fang Xiu's face turned cold, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and said indifferently: "Some people should be wasteful even if they are in the innate realm, but they should still be wasteful."

These words were already slapping Huikong in the face.

Huikong's face immediately became gloomy, and his chest was so angry that he was violently fluctuating.

After a while, Huikong suppressed the anger.

Because in terms of true strength, Huikong is not sure that he can win Fang Xiu now, and Fang Xiu has become even more unfathomable in his eyes.

When I was not sure, Huikong still didn't want to do it easily, after all, this was related to Shaolin's face.

"It seems that the donor Fang has great confidence in himself, and I wish the donor a victory."

After saying this, Huikong turned around and left.

The prescription of discomfort failed, but the other party was discomfortable, which really made Huikong angry.

Usually, Huikong is still very calm, otherwise he would not be able to be the leader of the new generation of Shaolin.

But when facing each other, Huikong didn't know why, and he always couldn't control his impulse.

After calming down, Huikong also said intimately that he had made a mistake.

Just now, he is not suitable for causing trouble. Now he has a task and is not suitable for the emergence of trouble.

After Huikong came back, the Shaolin disciple beside him asked, "Uncle Master, who is that person? Could it be a disciple of which major sect?"

"Hmph, I usually tell you to learn more about things in the world and don't be addicted to playing tricks. Now I don't even know this!"

When Huikong heard this, his face darkened, and he snorted heavily and said, "You don't know the people of Zhengtian Sect, how should you deal with yourself when you walk in the world in the future?"

"Uncle Master, do you think he is a person from the devil?"

After Huikong finished speaking, the other Shaolin disciples couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

The Zhengtian Sect is the devil's way, while Shaolin is the right way.

Since ancient times, the two righteous and demons in the world have always been in opposition due to their departure.

Most of these Shaolin disciples have not traveled much, and their understanding of the world is still in the Shaolin sect, and at most they have some understanding of the affiliated sects in Leizhou.

As for the Demonic Way, there is no place for the Demonic Way to survive in Leizhou where Shaolin is stationed.

Just like Yuzhou where the Zhengtian Sect is located, it is difficult for the righteous path to survive.
Chapter completed!