Flower Master in the City Chapter 1940: Are you sure it is Rainstorm Lihuazhen

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There are not many people in the asylum. Apart from a few monks, there are also a few people in the rivers and lakes. They may come to the rain appreciation meeting.

Xiao Xiu'er felt a little strange, and asked Xiao Miyu: "How come there are so few people eating?" "Most of the monks in the temple don't eat here, and most of the yaks who come to appreciate the rain ask them to bring fast food to them. The wing room." Xiao Sha Mi Yu came to explain a few words, and then lowered his voice: "Those few people stay in the temple and don't leave."

I glanced at those people from the rivers and lakes, and there was a trace of timidity and disgust hidden in the eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, someone on the edge of the floor shot up, and directly overturned the food on the table: "There are all kinds of broken vegetables, all of them are coming. I want to drink and eat meat!"

The monk who was in charge of serving the dishes was taken aback and panicked a little at a loss.

Xia Leng took a look and found that this man was wearing an odd-shaped scimitar hanging around his waist. He seemed to be a swordsman. It's just that this kind of man is doing what he is doing at Feilai Temple. Is it really to appreciate the rain?

"Donor, this is a monastery, there is no meat or wine!" The monk who served the dishes quickly said: "The temple only serves vegetarian dishes. If you are not satisfied, the monk will change some more."

"No? Fart!" The swordsman screamed, then pulled out a dead naginata from under the table and threw it in front of the monk: "I don't have it now, I'll make it for Lao Tzu now."

The monks in the hall were so scared that they were all faceless and guilty. The swordsman couldn't help laughing at the situation, and his two companions also laughed.

"It's too much, you don't care about it, son?" Xiao Xiu'er was full of fire, and she was about to stand up.

The swordsman heard Xiao Xiu'er's words, he couldn't help turning around and taking a half step, walked to Xiao Xiu'er, and said with a cold smile: "Oh, there are others who want to be nosy, this uncle wants to ask, you think What's the matter?" "If you want to drink and eat meat, you won't go to the tavern below the mountain." Xiao Xiu'er was not afraid, on the contrary, she stood up and shouted confidently: "What kind of prestige do you play against the young monk in the temple? I’m a quagmire, look at the street guys

What's the difference between Poppi! "Several people from the rivers and lakes were actually taken aback by Xiao Xiu'er's words. The swordsman and his companion looked at each other, and suddenly realized that they had been taught a lesson by the little girl's film, and suddenly became angry and raised the knife towards Xiao Xiu'er: "Little Niang Pi , You are tired of life,

Dare to teach Lao Tzu. "

Xiao Xiu'er turned to look at Xia Leng, a little scared in her heart, but she didn't show it.

The swordsman also turned his gaze to Xia Leng, looked up and down, and found that he was just a teenage boy. He couldn't help but ridiculed: "The rich man's brother? Just the three of you will learn from others to go out and wander the rivers and lakes? It's so ridiculous."

"Put the knife down." Xia said coldly.

Not only did the swordsman not let go, but instead swung the knife horizontally and pointed at Xia with a sneer: "Boy, I just got out of the house and haven't seen blood before. Today, I will teach you what is sinister."

"Stop talking nonsense, this kind of little boy will absolutely pee his pants when he sees blood."

"It’s okay to play with them first if you are idle in the monastery."

"Why don't you kill someone for fun, these two girls are pretty tender...ah!"

The mouth owed each of those people a slap first, making their mouths crooked.

"If you can't speak, then shut up." Xia Leng's figure flashed and stood in front of the swordsman: "Also, you don't need a knife when you see it, and don't insult the knife."

The swordsman reacted, raised the knife to Xia Leng and slashed: "If I say I can't use a knife, then I will hack you to death."

The knife is very fast, but unfortunately there is no use for eggs.

Xia Leng stretched out the middle **** of his right hand, gently clamped it, and clamped the blade firmly.

"Let it go, let it go!" The swordsman desperately tried to take the knife back, but the blade didn't move, "You let me go."

Xia Leng crushed the knife to pieces, and then kicked the knife out of the hall.

Seeing this, several other people from the rivers and lakes immediately drew out their weapons and launched a siege on Xia Leng, seeing that this posture was completely endless.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" "You have to obey any rules wherever you want, and you don’t want to. Then you have to be unruly." Xia Leng directly threw all these people out of the hall: "But you don’t have such abilities. You are just bullying the weak and shameless

It's just splashing. "

"Boy, there is a way to report your name. Our Yunzhou Three Monsters will never let you go." The swordsman was unwilling and still yelled.

Xia Leng looked down on these people more and more, but said coldly: "You don't deserve to know my name, go away."

The few people from the rivers and lakes looked at each other, probably because they felt that they were not Xia Leng's opponents together, so they had to put up a few more words and left in a curse.

"Thank you for your relief." The monks in the hall thanked Xia Leng.

Xia Leng waved his hand, not paying attention.

The monks thanked them again, and then they picked up the dead chickens thrown on the ground by the quacks and walked out of the hall tremblingly. "Huh?" Xia Leng found that something was wrong. The dead chicken had actually been slightly treated, most of the hair on its body had been plucked, and the blood and flesh had been cleaned roughly. It seemed that those people were not I came here to make fun of those in the Zhaitang

Monk, indeed, I also want to eat. If this is the case, then the **** smell he smelled before he came in was not from this dead chicken.

"My son, you were too cheap just now, those bad guys, they should first apologize to the little monks, and then spank them." Xiao Xiu'er was still angrily.

Feng Tianling thinks this is good.

Xia Leng looked at the Zhaitang, then looked at the monks, and asked in a low voice, "Did you smell any strange smell when you came in just now."

"The scent of Zhaicai." Xiao Xiu'er replied without even thinking about it. After finishing speaking, she woke up: "It seems that there is nothing weird about this, son, what do you want to ask?"

"I seem to have smelled it." Feng Tianling's expression changed slightly, and she whispered: "It's the smell of blood."

Xiao Xiu'er said disapprovingly: "Didn't those people just brought a dead chicken, it must be the smell of blood from that chicken."

"No." Feng Tianling whispered: "It's the smell of human blood."

Xiao Xiu'er was stunned, and then she was so scared that she was shocked: "Little Ling'er, don't scare me."

"You smell it too?" Xia Leng gave Feng Tianling an unexpected look, and then remembered: "Oh, you seem to have said that you are more sensitive to smell, so can you smell it from where? ?"

Feng Tianling replied: "It was from those people just now."

"Then it's nothing strange." Xiao Xiu'er said casually: "They kind of people are brave and fierce, maybe they left some wounds when they were fighting."

There is nothing wrong with this. As a person in the world, injuries are commonplace. There is really nothing to say.

Xia Leng still felt something was wrong in her heart, but she didn't say it in front of the two little girls, and waited to discuss with Ji Jiu at night.

After eating the fast, Xia Leng and the others were not in the mood to hang out anymore, but went back to the room together.

Xia Leng was waiting for Ji Jiu to come back, but unfortunately he didn't wait until, instead, he waited until Kong Qingsong.

"It's almost time, Master Leng, let's go to Lingyun Pavilion together, there is an excellent place to appreciate the rain." Kong Qingsong knocked on Xia Leng's door and said with a smile.

"Okay, there is an invitation from Master Lao Kong." Xia Leng didn't say much, and then went out with Kong Qingsong.

Xiao Xiu'er may have just finished eating, she was a little sluggish, now she is full of sleepiness, and she doesn't want to go anywhere. As for Feng Tianling, she is from Yunzhou and has no interest in Yujing, so she chooses to accompany Xiao Xiu'er to bed early.

Kong Qingsong pretended to inadvertently ask: "Master Leng, how about your guard, why don't you see a figure?"

"He is used to being idle, probably where he went to find a drink." Xia Leng replied casually. "Oh, that's it." Kong Qingsong laughed and whispered: "Young Master Leng is too far-sighted. If you want meat and wine, you can tell Kong in private. Although the temple has clear rules and precepts, it is not used to restrain people like me. Yes, as long as it’s not fanfare

Yes. "

Xia Leng also laughed, but said nothing.

"Something happened to the back of the temple just now, don't you know what Master Leng knows?" After a while, Kong Qingsong suddenly brought up another topic.

"What's the matter?" Xia Leng really didn't know.

Kong Qingsong frowned slightly: "Three people from the rivers and lakes were killed in the misty forest in the back mountain. They died in a miserable state. They seemed to have been penetrated by some hidden weapon."

"Huh?" The first thing Xia Leng thought of was the people who made trouble in the hall.

Kong Qingsong thought that Xia Leng was interested, and then said: "It is somewhat similar to the legendary rainstorm pear flower needle."

"There are also rainstorm pear needles here?" Xia Leng asked strangely.

"Haha, didn't Mr. Leng think that the rainstorm pear needle is something unique?" Kong Qingsong said with a smile.

Xia Leng always thought that the rainstorm pear flower needle was fictionalized by some martial arts novelists on the earth. Unexpectedly, he heard the word again in Xianyun continent: "Are you sure it is rainstorm pear flower needle?"

"Not sure." Kong Qingsong shook his head, "because they only found dense needles, but not half of them."

Xia Leng asked again: "Do you know who killed them?"

"I don't know." Kong Qingsong shook his head again, then looked at Xia Leng: "I just heard someone say that Lord Leng seemed to have a conflict with them in the Zhaitang at night?"

Xia Leng couldn't help laughing: "Do you think I did it?"

"It's not." Kong Qingsong stared at Xia Leng for a few seconds, and finally shook his head: "I just think things are weird. I want to remind Master Leng to be careful."

"Thanks for the reminder." Xia Leng thanked absently.

Kong Qingsong laughed suddenly, and Chong Xia Leng said: "In fact, there is a strange story in this temple in Beiyun County. Has Lord Leng heard of it?"

Xia Leng shook his head. "I heard that this temple is the gathering place for the souls of the entire Beiyun County. They gather here every July and a half, seeking the power of the monks to help them get away." Kong Qingsong said with a smile: "You said that you died in the back mountain. Will the few dead souls still be in the middle of the temple?

Swing? "

At this time, the rain is getting thicker and thicker, and the air is filled with water vapor, making the entire Feilai Temple immersed in the misty clouds, like a fairyland.

Xia Leng has never seen this kind of rain on the earth. Raindrops fall from the sky like jade, and then fall to the ground, breaking into powder.

Those raindrops were blown up by the breeze again, one by one, floating like life, and they would retreat when they saw people. At this time, in the rain and mist, a shadow of a knife was thrown away layer by layer, and it stabbed Xia Leng quickly and silently.