Chapter 137: Who does Pan Lang and Bai Bi connect for?
Xiao Shitou and Hong Wending, who ran out of the escort office, followed the suspicious figure hurriedly forward. They almost stopped each other several times relying on Xiao Shitou's sensitive sense of smell, but they were still managed by the other side to pass through the wall and into the house with miraculous skills.
Run away.
Slowly, they discovered that those suspicious figures seemed to be deliberately circling around Fuwei Escort Agency due to their familiarity with the terrain. They could have gone straight away, but they always kept going in circles with the two of them for no reason.
But soon the other party's goal was achieved, because Hong Wending and Xiao Shitou were stunned and finally completely lost sight of each other around a corner.
"The smell...is gone?"
Xiao Shitou looked at Hong Wending blankly, "I can't smell the smell just now."
Hong Wending said calmly: "The other party was circling near the Fuwei Escort Agency. They must be afraid that we would track their home base, so they deliberately circled to eliminate traces. Let's look for clues along these places first."
"Well, if you can smell the smell just now, you can find them."
Xiao Shitou nodded and touched Kong Kong's belly.
During the day, Ximen Street is bustling with people coming and going, but at this time, the quiet Ximen Street is mixed with the hazy night. It seems that there is always a glimmer of light flashing behind the mountain, reflecting the thinness of the pagoda in the dark sky.
A dejected figure.
The city of Fuzhou is built with three mountains as its bones, and two towers stand in between. Tonight, they are like a pair of lonely monks who have seen through the world of mortals in a thousand years. Even though they face each other day and night, they have no intention of drawing springs to irrigate vegetables, and they no longer meditate or debate scriptures. Therefore, all their spirits are gone.
It was hidden in the eyes and turned into a stubborn stone covered with moss.
Hong Wending observed the surrounding situation attentively, walked cautiously with Xiao Shitou, and took a deep breath of the thick night dew, only to feel a chill in his heart.
"This street is very murderous, so be careful."
Hong Wending only wore coarse cloth clothes when he went out, and naturally wore a rusty woodcutter on his waist, deliberately hiding his sharpness.
Xiao Shitou stared blankly and thought for a while before asking: "What is murderous aura and why can't I feel it?"
Hong Wending frowned and tried to explain: "My father said that if there is no one eating or drinking in the wine shop, there is no loud gambling in the gambling stalls, and the woods and mountain roads are so quiet that you can't even hear the chirping of insects and birds, it means that someone has moved.
Murderous intent."
"oh--"
Xiao Shitou made a long sound, looked at the empty street, and agreed with deep approval: "That is indeed strange."
But the two of them walked dodging along the wall for a while, and Xiao Shitou seemed to remember something again.
"But who is coming to kill now?"
At this moment, his little face was tangled, as if he was thinking and competing with all his strength. Finally, he looked back in despair, and Fuwei Escort Agency had not disappeared from sight.
Everything tonight was strange. Before going out, Hong Wending also guessed many possibilities.
There is no doubt that the mastermind behind the scenes is deliberately targeting the Fuwei Escort Agency, but insisting on kidnapping Ningdie is indeed an unbelievable thing and has almost nothing to do with the Fuwei Escort Agency.
One possibility he originally guessed was that they actually wanted to capture Lin Yueru to threaten Lin Zhennan into submission. Because they were not sure which of the two girls was the daughter of the Lin family, they tied them together.
But this guess has been overturned by him.
During the pursuit, Hong Wending slowly noticed from some details that the man in white who had fought with him had new injuries, and even the blood scab had not solidified. It was obvious that he had just fought with someone, and several others also had internal injuries.
The most puzzling thing for Hong Wending is here. Could it be that these men in white clothes who were dressed exactly the same were actually not the same group, and that they even started a conflict?
While they were thinking about it, the two of them passed by a locked inn outside Ximen Street.
The wooden signboard in front of the door is faded and rickety due to age, and the long white paper lantern hanging under the eaves vaguely imitates the couplet "Before it's too late, stay overnight, and watch the sky early when the cock crows."
Hong Wending heard the sound coming from the wooden stairs of the inn and knew that someone was about to walk out. He quickly took the small stone and hid in a pile of debris to avoid being seen.
The two of them watched the door open in silence, only to find a fierce-looking monk in official uniform, proudly carrying a burlap bag on his shoulders and striding toward the south.
A gust of cold wind came, and Xiao Shitou suddenly approached Hong Wending, stretched out his hand to draw, and finally pointed at his nose, expressing a clear meaning - I smell that smell again!
The two of them turned their heads at the same time, staring at the burlap bag on the shoulders of the strange monk, with a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.
"We have to find a way to keep him..."
Hong Wending saw something was wrong with Xiao Shitou's expression, as if some switch had been turned on, "Wait a minute, don't be impulsive!"
Before he finished speaking, it was already too late to stop him.
Soon enough, the little stone ran up to him and bit the monk's calf!
Monk Yankong sent out all his men tonight to monitor and suppress the unusual movements in Fuzhou City. He defeated two waves of masters in the world one after another, and he felt that everything was under control.
Under the instructions of various clues, Monk Yankong paid attention to the Fuwei Escort Agency, but the clues left by the ghost-faced man were too deliberate, and he clearly wanted to divert trouble to the east, so he came to this inn alone and ordered his subordinates to deploy surveillance.
And then... he was bitten?
With a sharp pain in his ankle, he never expected that despite the strong wind and waves, he capsized in this small ditch and was bitten by a little kid who ran out of nowhere.
Monk Yankong was furious. He stretched out his legs and kicked in an attempt to shake off the bite, but the small stone was like a blood-sucking leech. No matter how hard the prey struggled and pulled, it was of no avail. Instead, it made the bite wound even more bloody.
Even so, Monk Yankong was still reluctant to part with the burlap bag in his hand. He would rather use his inner strength to jump up more than ten feet, preparing to throw the small stone on the stone tablet next to the house.
"Senior brother, let go!"
Hong Wending sensed the malicious intent of the move, and just as he was about to issue a warning in his mind, Little Stone took the first step and reluctantly let go, fell into a stall on the roadside and smashed into a mess. Then he got up and spat out his mouth.
There were rags and blood clots inside, but I was surprised that I wasn't hurt at all.
Monk Yankong noticed that his ankle was loosened, and the bone-piercing pain was replaced by a dull pain like a knife. He drilled in for a while, and his right leg that landed after jumping suddenly spasmed. As an expert, he almost couldn't hold on.
Body balance.
"court death!"
Under the severe pain, Monk Yankong no longer had any thoughts of leaving. He only thought of cutting the child into pieces in order to wash away today's humiliation.
Xiao Shitou ran back, patted his thick cotton coat, and looked at Hong Wending hiding in the debris with proud eyes.
You see, my method works!
Hong Wending was stunned.
This method is indeed incomparable. Not only did Monk Yankong stay, but he also had no intention of leaving even if he was invited!
Until this moment, Monk Yankong was still carrying the sack on his shoulders. He turned to use his left foot to exert force and struck out a Vajra Prajna Palm with one hand. He could only hear the wind coming out of the palm, fierce and powerful. This Buddhist martial arts has been used by him.
After practicing a hundred steps without mercy, the ultimate move that determines victory or defeat is achieved.
Seeing that the opponent was approaching fiercely, Xiao Shitou first lured the opponent away from Hong Wending, and then fell on the spot. He dodged the killing move at the last moment and looked at the opponent with dull eyes, showing no fear at all.
Who knows that this Vajra Prajna Palm has a very deep meaning. It is originally intended to control the power of Vajra Prajna Palm with the wisdom of Prajna to reach the most rigid, most yang, most powerful state. At this time, although the strength is old, it is still empty.
The monk suddenly increased his speed by a few points, and out of thin air he evolved a palm-returning style. He suddenly changed from the formless style to the observing style, waiting for the opportunity to move without any flaws!
The fierce palm force has already touched Xiao Shitou's body. Monk Yankong kept pumping up his inner strength and was about to continue to use his palm force to kill Xiao Shitou lying on the ground in one fell swoop.
But the small stone with the palm of his hand was sitting sideways on the ground, but it seemed as if some invisible switch had been turned on.
Xiao Shitou's Dantian Qi was originally uncontrollable, but after being trained by Jiang Wen for a long time, it has awakened in his memory. The whole body is wandering out like an electric shock. The internal Qi flows through the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the hand, through the canal, all the way to the palm of the hand.
The two people, who were extremely different in stature, faced each other. Xiao Shitou's Kang Long Youhui suddenly took action, swinging out in a circle from an almost impossible angle, and instantly collided with Monk Yankong's Vajra Prajna Palm!
One side is extremely weak and continues to move forcefully, the other side is sitting on the ground and throwing out palms, but the strength is difficult to take root, and the same way is extremely fierce and indomitable. Monk Yankong only felt that his palm hit a piece of iron, and his five fingers were shaken.
numb.
The small stone is not easy to bear either. Since ancient times, martial arts power originates from the ground, and Qi originates from the roots. Lying on one's side and using one's palm is like a tree without roots. It will be hit immediately and roll back, unable to stop.
When fighting, he relied on experience. Monk Yankong changed his moves very quickly. He instantly turned his palms into kicks, and using the whirlwind created by his large official uniform as a cover, he turned around and kicked the small stone.
Since he could only kick people with his injured leg, blood stains were spilled on the ground, and he became even more angry.
After all, Xiao Shitou's martial arts experience was still insufficient. He was deceived by the opponent's combination of virtual and real moves. His hands were short and his legs were long. He was immediately kicked away like a ball and fell into the magic shed facing the street in the distance.
Hong Wending knew the time was ripe.
The situation seemed to be at a disadvantage at this time, but in fact Xiao Shitou had gained a huge strategic advantage. Hong Wending slowly understood the intentions of this seemingly idiotic senior brother.
I was influenced by the Southern Shaolin secret dragon-shaped boxing, and my master warned me not to do it easily to prevent further erosion by the weird martial arts. Therefore, I am not suitable for fighting and pulling, and I can only focus on the final moment like now!
Hong Wending flew out from the pile of debris, stepped on the eaves of the roadside with his feet, turned back a few times and came to the side of Monk Yankong, and ran straight to the opponent's front using the "Shocking Wings" move in Hong's fist.
Caught off guard, Monk Yankong could only withdraw his pursuit, spin around three times in a row, and wave the sack on his shoulder to stop him. This way he avoided being blinded.
Monk Yankong only felt that tonight was absolutely ridiculous. He, a dignified imperial envoy and a master of the royal family, was actually forced into a state of embarrassment by two children.
His own cultivation skills were enough to crush the opponent, easily trampling the two children to death like crushing ants. However, his right leg was bitten and he was carrying a sack on his shoulder, so he was helpless and had nowhere to use it.
For a moment, Monk Yankong suspected that his subordinates in the inn had set a trap for him and hired two children as death warriors just to discredit him in the world...
"Asshole!"
Monk Yankong abandoned the small stone and attacked Hong Wending who turned around. Liuyun Feixiu, who had practiced hard for many years, no longer hid himself and went straight to Hong Wending's foothold.
Different from Xiao Shitou, Hong Wending was very experienced in martial arts. He took advantage of the situation and stepped on the steel-like sleeves of Monk Yankong's broad robe. He kicked three times in the air, turned his fists into tiger claws, and used "Tiger Crawling on the Sand"
"Style, attack continuously, never leaving the weak point of the opponent's shoulder and neck.
Unable to bear the disturbance, Monk Yankong simply gave up the attack and used his powerful Vajra finger to point out like lightning, ready to end the battle by exchanging injuries for injuries.
A boxing proverb goes: "If there is fist but no power, the shot will be empty." Therefore, for those who have no power in the palms and fingers, no matter how good the stance is, it will be in vain, but for those who have good stances, the power of the palms and fingers will also increase.
At this time, Monk Yankong naturally stepped forward with his left leg in order to move his fingers fiercely. His injured leg was weak, carrying the sack with his left hand, and pointing out with his right hand. His whole body posture was adjusted to the extreme, and he could not move even a little bit.
In a moment, Hong Wending turned around in the air, hooked one hand on Monk Yankong's shoulder, and suddenly pulled the sack out of his hand. He stepped on his legs and used the force to fly out, landing a dozen steps away.
"Your body is...Shaolin martial arts?"
Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on his face covered with mustache, as if he had seen something very interesting.
Hong Wending didn't answer coldly and put the sack on the ground first.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance of more than ten steps, without saying anything. As a strong wind in the cold night blew the window lattice, the sound of people and the street scene faded, and suddenly they began to move in unison.
I saw that there were two men, one big and one small, one old and one young. They were all opposite in appearance and appearance. One was ferocious and the other was indifferent. They all invariably put on the same fist and kick postures, as if they were mirror images flipped over. Using the Nine Pictures of Buddha,
The ancient and clumsy Shaolin body skills that are as meditative as the ones that are realized in the six sitting statues are brewing for the next killing move...