The black-faced man is called Brother Yun, but few people will, and now most people will call him the patriarch instead of the old identity of Qingcheng Mountain.
At this time, when I saw the black-faced weirdo turn out beside Zhang Songshan, four people immediately got off the horse and stood beside the clouds. Zhang Songshan said that "the patriarch should be careful that the man’s skill is not low, but it is unpredictable in this halfway."
Clouds smell speech looked at the black-faced man. The black-faced man’s skill is indeed as Zhang Songshan said. How can there be a soul level realm? There are not many people in the Jianghu.
However, Xingyun didn’t care too much about these things, so he said that dozens of masters behind him are here, and how many people dare to expect it?
Moreover, the man couldn’t see any malicious statecraft, and Zhou’s words seemed to recognize himself, which made the clouds interested when he said to Zhang Songshan, "Zhang Dage is too cautious about this friend … um …"
The clouds want to praise the black-faced man for two sentences, but when they look left and right, they can’t find a place to praise him. It’s good to say that "the friend of the black-faced man is bright and broad-minded."
The black, greasy, dirty, bloated figure was said by the clouds, so even Zhang Songshan couldn’t help but have no heart. Although he laughed, he knew that the clouds wouldn’t be much dangerous, but his duty was still to follow the clouds and stop talking.
Qin Baicheng also laughed in the audience, but he couldn’t help but shake his head. "Although I have advised Zong to take the opportunity to build more prestige in these sword doors these days, he is always easy-going and tight. Although he has to be tolerant of others, he can’t lose his power."
At this time, Yunyun didn’t know what Qin Baicheng was thinking, but because he had just made everyone laugh with one heart, he didn’t respect the black-faced man very much. He apologized to "Yunyun and malicious friends who just said something frivolous."
The black-faced man didn’t pay much attention to the apology when he saw Yunyun. He shook his head and said, "It seems that Brother Yundao didn’t remember it in a few days."
When Xingyun heard this, he was puzzled. "He not only recognized me, but also met me in these days?"
After careful thinking, I can’t help but get dark. "I will be impressed if I say this face is so obvious, but I can’t remember it."
I’ve been walking around those three gates these days. Emei Gate is full of monks. This man is obviously not the Tangmen, and no one is like this.
Isn’t he one of these three people? "
A thought flashed through the clouds, and his brow wrinkled slightly until "I have been to Shaolin once in the past few days except those three doors. Was it not that Shaolin was there that night?"
Clouds think about it, and there will be days when you won’t notice this person late at night.
But Shaolin night was covered himself. How could he recognize himself? If this man was really in Shaolin on the spot that day, it would be difficult to guess his coming.
When I thought of this, my face turned serious to "What can I do for my friend to come to Yunyun?"
The black-faced man doesn’t seem to know that Yun Yun has changed his tone and is still smiling to "come and help Brother Yun."
Clouds smell speech and zheng, this man’s words are quite unexpected. It’s really confusing to say that he wants to help himself at this time.
The black-faced man pointed to a table and chair and smiled, "Brother Yun came all the way and thought he was a little tired. Why don’t you take a rest first and listen to a few words?"
The black-faced man went back to his original seat, but he went to see the store again, but he was scared to hide aside and the atmosphere didn’t dare to give a bite.
Clouds can’t help laughing at him. "That store must be afraid of us people with sharp weapons."
At present, he Yan said, "Shopkeepers don’t be surprised that we are not bad people."
Said the clouds pointed to the flag and laughed, "We are Wan Jianzong passing by here to get some water to quench our thirst. This tea money will naturally be paid. We are noble and decent, so we won’t kill you."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he shook his head and went in a flurry to scoop water, so he stopped paying attention to him and looked around the teahouse.
It’s not natural for this teahouse to sit here for dozens of people to sit outside, but the two soul-level masters at the Sword Gate are looking at each other and being seen by the clouds.
Xingyun knew that the two men wanted to come in, so that they could hear what they had said clearly. Even Xiao Shouchen had already told them that they would come to find out their words and deeds. Even if they didn’t let them in, what prevented them from hearing clearly?
When I thought of this, I simply smiled and said, "Although there are not all people here, there are many places. Come and sit down."
The two men smell speech and look at each other, devoting themselves to thanking the black-faced man, but meeting him with a thoughtful look.
In this Wan Jianzong, the patriarch is incredibly high, and the patriarch has three heads. The length of the three heads is one level lower than that of the patriarch Yunyun. Even if they are in a good position in the door, they must be in Xiao Shouchen, but Xiao Shouchen is still in Yunyun. At this time, Yunyun cares so much about them, which also makes these two people moved.
See the two men behind Qin Baicheng and Song-shan Zhang went into this small teahouse with three pairs of sitting heads and clouds. At this time, I miss what the black-faced man has to say. Qin Baicheng sits opposite the black-faced man together, and Song-shan Zhang is next to it. The two of them gathered together a table and three tables were full in a short time.
At this time, the store also brought water to Zhang Songshan’s silver needle for careful inspection, but there was nothing unusual, and there was no time to drink it. "If a friend has any advice, please say it directly and listen."
A bowl of herbal tea in two or three languages (chapter 436)
A bowl of herbal tea in two or three languages (chapter 436)
Hangyun asked the black-faced man and didn’t refuse to smile when he said, "People with a cloud eye will know that they are not here at first sight. They are trying to talk about Brother Yundao’s plan at this time."
Xingyun heard, "I plan?"
The black-faced man said, "Yes, Brother Yun traveled from Songshan to Zezhou for three days! I think that although Zezhou is in Shaolin, it is far less important than Lu ‘an. The strength of Shaolin Shanxi is almost in Lu ‘an. It is really too slow for Zezhou to come here. Should the risk patriarch be so cautious?
According to it, it seems that the patriarch’s slow trip is to make Shaolin retreat and finally win Lu’ an’s mind. "
The saying goes, "Yes, that’s what I’m thinking."
It’s no secret, even if it’s revealed, it doesn’t make any difference. What it means is to ask Shaolin to see through knowing that he is strong and give up Lu ‘an. After all, Shaolin was attacked by Xiao Shouchen at night. How can it spare the strength to fight with the sword?
When Xingyun gave it to Shaolin, he hoped that they would retreat. In fact, Xingyun didn’t want to fight in Shaolin, which was also not good for Wan Jianzong, especially in fame.
The black-faced man nodded when he saw the walking cloud. "If this plan is good, Shaolin will have no strength in that Ann. It is possible to go to Mount Tai by itself, but has the patriarch ever thought about Shaolin’s face?"
Xingyun couldn’t help blurting out when he heard this. "Shaolin face?"
The black-faced man said "exactly" but did not continue to say that he would go. Obviously, it is waiting for the clouds to think.
Clouds eyebrows slightly wrinkled heart dark to "I really didn’t think about this Shaolin face, but it wasn’t my thoughtlessness, but outsiders knew that Shaolin was burned that night but didn’t know their casualties, such as but I saw it with my own eyes.
Now, even if Shaolin has a hard time, how can it have the strength to fight against me? "
Clouds thought of here and looked up at the black-faced man. Although his face was covered with black oil and his eyes were clear, his appearance did not match. After careful reading, he caught a trace of narrowness from it, which meant that the feeling was very familiar.
"Have I really seen him?"