Chapter 31 The ruined temple on a rainy night

Author: Mobei Shasha Knife

Chapter 31 The ruined temple on a rainy night

After waiting for about half an hour, Yue Buqun and others from the Huashan Sect must have been waiting for Laudenuo for a long time, so they simply walked down first.

"Let's stay in Yaowang Temple for a night first. It's really strange. How come Laudeno hasn't come back after being gone for so long?"

Yue Buqun's voice was still as clear and clear as ever, and he still didn't know that a disaster was about to happen.

"There seems to be someone in the temple." Ning Zhong said.

Then I saw a group of Huashan Sect disciples walking in despite the wind and rain.

At this time, Xu Zhengping took off his shirt and trousers and hung them on the barbecue grill to bake. The Zixia magic power he had taken was wrapped in oilcloth and placed in the package.

Huashan Sect Ning Zhongze and a group of female disciples saw Xu Zhengping naked with only a pair of underwear drying clothes inside. They suddenly exclaimed and quickly closed their eyes.

Ning Zhongze said: "Don't look at anything inappropriate. Female disciple, please turn your back quickly."

The scene was a little awkward for a while. Xu Zhengping said: "I forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out. This is what will happen. I can only dry it here temporarily, which disturbs everyone."

Yue Buqun maintained his modest and gentlemanly demeanor and said with cupped hands: "It's okay that I didn't disturb you, sir. We are from the Huashan sect. It's raining heavily tonight. We plan to stay here for the night. I hope you won't be offended."

Xu Zhengping smiled and said: "No wonder, no wonder, please do as you please."

Seeing this, Yue Buqun felt that there was no solution, so he said: "I see that the weather is so cold, and it is very easy for Mr. Yue to catch cold with his naked body. It just so happens that Yue has some dry clothes in his luggage, so Mr. Yue can put them on.

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Xu Zhengping raised his eyebrows, "This should be the head of the Gentleman Jian Yue Buqun Yue. Since Mr. Yue is so kind, I feel embarrassed."

He immediately put on the clothes handed over by Yue Buqun, and they seemed to fit him quite well.

In this way, the female disciples of the Huashan Sect were allowed to come.

With outsiders present, Yue Buqun originally wanted to teach his disciples something, but it was difficult to say it at this time, so he asked Xu Zhengping: "I wonder if this gentleman has ever met an older-looking man wearing our Huashan dress before?"

Someone sent to serve as a disciple appears here?"

Xu Zhengping knew that he was referring to Lao Denuo, and thought to himself: I'm afraid he has already told the Lord of Hell his grievances in the Palace of Hell.

But he said: "I met one. He told me that a group of people from the Huashan sect would come here to take shelter from the rain later, and then went out. What? Didn't he go find you?"

Everyone in the Huashan faction looked at each other in surprise, and Ning Zhong said: "It turns out that Laudeno has been here before. I'm surprised, why didn't he come back?"

Yue Buqun said: "It seems that we can only wait until the rain stops tomorrow and then search nearby. Now that the world is not peaceful, we are afraid that something will happen to him."

The group chatted incessantly over the dry food, and even gave some to Xu Zhengping.

Xu Zhengping simply sat with the Huashan disciples and watched Linghu Chong lying listlessly on the floor made of hay, his face extremely pale and very weak.

Immediately, he had nothing to say and asked: "What happened to this hero of the Huashan Sect?"

Yue Lingshan said with a hint of tears: "It's not like I was harmed like this by those six monsters called the Six Immortals of Peach Valley. Six channels of true energy were beaten into my body. Even my father couldn't do anything better."

Instead, Linghu Chong comforted Yue Lingshan, "Little junior sister, senior brother is fine. He will be fine after a while."

Yue Buqun looked at Xu Zhengping. He had been secretly sizing up Xu Zhengping for a long time. He could see that Xu Zhengping was a master both internally and externally, so he always maintained respect and goodwill, but also with some caution.

At this moment, I finally couldn't help but ask, "This friend, we are destined to meet each other. Can we get to know each other?"

Xu Zhengping said calmly: "I am a person from Yuhang in the south of the Yangtze River. I have no family or sect, and my nickname is Xu Zhengping. I guess Mr. Yue has never heard of my name, which is unknown to me."

Although Xu Zhengping had killed many people at this time, he did it secretly and did not become famous in the world. He was a hidden master.

"There are many strange people in the world. Yue is lucky today. He is truly lucky to know such a master as Mr. Xu."

Ning Zhong looked at Yue Buqun with some doubts, and Yue Buqun said: "This gentleman must have cultivated both internal and external skills, and he is already quite mature. The internal and external skills are integrated into one, so he has a majestic spirit and a majestic appearance.

Even though he got wet under the heavy rain and cold weather, he was not disturbed by the wind and cold. Instead, his skin color showed the ruddy color of the rush of energy and blood. How could an ordinary martial artist do this unless he has reached a certain level of cultivation?"

Ning Zhong recalled how Xu Zhengping was naked just now, and his face felt a little feverish.

However, it can also be seen that his body is much stronger than ordinary people, with thick bones, thick muscles, and a thick body and waist. He looks like someone who has practiced external skills to a certain level.

Xu Zhengping also admired Yue Buqun's vision, so he bowed his hand and said a few words of humility.

The other party did not ask Xu Zhengping, who was from the south of the Yangtze River, what he was doing in Huashan. He just talked about some interesting things about the world to relieve his boredom.

Not long after, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the door, and there were a lot of people.

Yue Buqun and others looked out warily, only to see fifteen Jianghu people wearing black clothes, wearing bamboo hats and covering their faces. They came to the Yaowang Temple and each found a dry place to tie their horses.

The people in Yaowang Temple take it seriously.

These people spoke in various dialects, as if they came from all over the world.

One of them spoke with a Jiangnan Wu dialect accent and spoke in poor Mandarin, "Grandma, when the rainy weather comes, the injury I suffered in Yuhang feels a dull pain. I have taken countless medicines, but it still can't get better!"

Another one with a northern accent said: "I heard that half a year ago, brother, at the invitation of the owner of Bibo Villa, you united with several heroes from the green forest in the south of the Yangtze River to deal with a gang, and suffered a hidden loss.

The injury left by this?”

"Well, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed if I say it. At that time, we, including my village, gathered thousands of people, and prepared to wipe out several villages of the Nanshan Gang outside the city in Yuhang County, force them to come out for a decisive battle, and give up the Yuhang County full of people.

It's a fat place.

What the hell, when we got into a fight with 200 people from the Nanshan Gang, so many of our heroes were killed and returned in disastrous defeat, and several villages in the green forest were wiped out!

They don't look like a gang at all. They are simply elite soldiers of the imperial court. Their fighting style is completely different from ours. They advance in formation, and after breaking us up, they can form a small formation of three people. It is difficult to deal with them. It is difficult to deal with them.

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Another gangster with an accent from central Sichuan said: "To put it bluntly, even the elite soldiers of the imperial court and a few masters can attack with force. Once the formation is broken, they are finished."

Unless there is a master with similar strength to stop it, the combat power of elite soldiers can be brought into play. How did you fight in the first place?"

This Jianghu man who spoke Wu dialect said: "Who said they don't have masters? There is one person who has restrained the leaders of our various green forest roads.

I was the leader of that group at the time and had the highest martial arts skills, but even with six or seven village leaders, I couldn't stop him.

I told you guys that that bastard is even more despicable than us greenwoods. Although his martial arts skills are high, his despicable methods are even higher. I fell into his trap and was hit with several poisonous needles before I fell like this.

Hidden injury!"

He coughed twice and said, "Oh, let's not talk about it anymore. I recently heard that the owner of Bibo Villa who had brought our villages together to deal with the Nanshan Gang also died at the hands of the Nanshan Gang. His own village was annexed. It seems that I

It will be difficult to go back in this life."

Xu Zhengping was listening to their conversation inside, and his brows gradually furrowed. The one who spoke with a Wu accent seemed to have interacted with him before?

He kept thinking about it in his mind, but he remembered who the leader of the Green Forest Bandits No. 1,000 was six months ago. That man's martial arts skills were indeed difficult to deal with.

He also used all his strength, and with the cooperation of Zhang Wenqing and others, relied on cunning and conspiracy to defeat the group of people.

But I am no longer what I used to be. Let’s wait and see how they will perform.

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