Chapter 4 Night Talk

Little monk? Huang Rong said in a lost voice

The pharmacist looked up and saw a tall and thin monk standing quietly at the entrance of the secret room, with ugly facial features, compassionate eyes, wearing a wide gray monk's robe, with a strict temperament

Just now, this person threw himself out of the air when he was about to go to Wushan with his beauty. The yin and yang were in conflict.

The pharmacist slowly stood up, his pair of small eyes narrowed into a line, and a bit of fierce light shot out from it, and he asked: Who are you? Somehow, I'm going to my husband's humble house to disturb me?

The ugly monk didn't say anything, suddenly he was approaching like a ghost, his right hand was like a hook, and he inserted it into the pharmacist's eyes.

When the pharmacist looked at the ugly monk, he noticed that although the monk showed compassion, his sleeves of the wide monk robe were bulging without wind when he stood there, his momentum was condensed, and there was no flaw in his body. He had already been secretly alert.

Seeing him attacking, he was not panicked. The veteran came first and intercepted the monk's pulse.

If this monk fails to make a move, he will be instantly counterattacked by the pharmacist, locking the pulse gate and allowing him to mercy.

However, when the monk was eleven or twelve years old, he was scattered in the dangerous world. How could he be such an easy person?

As soon as the pharmacist came out to attack his pulse, he immediately changed his move. His right hand twisted out a strange arc like a zombie, turned into a fist, avoided the pulse door, and directly touched the pharmacist's palm.

The pharmacist's tricky blow was easily resolved by the monk. Unconsciously, he secretly praised the ugly monk in front of him to respond very quickly. At the same time, he was a little confused. The twisting of his arm just now seemed to be not a martial arts in the Central Plains. Suddenly, he felt a wind under his crotch. He was shocked and rolled back in a mess and dangerously avoided the monk's vaginal legs.

It turned out that the monk attacked the pharmacist's eyes in his hands just a false move, and he did not intend to kill him by this, so he did not use this move. Once the pharmacist was attracted to prevent it, his legs hidden under the monk's robe immediately kicked at the pharmacist's crotch. He had just entered the Huangrong flower path and even left a large number of seeds in it.

Fortunately, the pharmacist was old and experienced after all, so he rushed back and avoided the fatal blow with just a little wind blow.

Even so, the pharmacist was shocked to sweat in a cold sweat. He was extremely scared, and then he was furious and thought: I have been wasted this spear for fifty years. I finally came out of the mountain again. I also enjoyed Huang Rong's beautiful body, which can be enjoyed all the time afterwards. You, a bald donkey, want to deprive me of my life and fragrance in my later years. Today, you will suffer all the torture and death.

Regulate the silence of the messy inner breath in the body, and with anger, he rushed towards the ugly monk tiger.

The two of them fought together, their moves were cruel and they were just trying to get the key points, and they also had hidden ghost ulterior motives. A fight seemed to have become a scheming in the mall.

Huang Rong stared at the two men who were evenly matched, and her heart was bright: The little monk and the old thief seem to be in the same battle at the moment, but in fact they rely on their weird moves, but he is young after all, and his internal strength is not as deep as this old thief. If he cannot win with a strange force in a short time, the internal strength will be drastically exhausted over time, and the moves will be found out, and there is no chance that I will win with the precious time the little monk dragged me out to break away from this annoying chain.

Huang Rong raised her head and looked at the chain, extending from her snow-white wrist to the top of the secret room, connecting it to a complex and precise structure.

Huang Rong Bingxue is smart and has learned the mechanism of medicine with Huang Yaoshi since she was a child. After thinking about it, she figured out the key points. However, she is so stupid that she can't cook without rice at this moment. It's useless to know the principle.

I thought the chain was thick and strong, and I couldn't shake it even if I used ten successes before. Seeing that the monk Hehuan was gradually showing signs of decline, I was anxious

As his eyes wandered, he saw the black chains close to his wrists, and suddenly his heart moved. He recalled that he and Guo Jing were both bound on Xuanyuan Platform, and his life was hanging on a thread. Guo Jing used the method of collecting muscles and bones in the second volume of the Nine Yin Sutra. Although he had not practiced this method, all the Nine Yin Sutras were printed in his mind. If he just needed to shrink his palms and get out of trouble, it should not be a problem.

Thinking of this, Huang Rong recalled the formula of the method of collecting muscles and removing bones. She used it in the same way. The bones of a pair of soft and boneless jade hands made a slight sound, and it soon shrunk to the size of a chain that could be penetrated and pulled out from it.

After regaining freedom, Huang Rong immediately shrank into the pool and tried her best to clean the thick sperm that the pharmacist forced to leave in her flower hole. A large amount of white pus came out of the flower hole and slowly swam to the surface of the pool. Along with the same floating pubic hair, it seemed to be telling what was a fierce sexual event that happened here just now.

The words were divided into two ends. At the entrance of the secret room, the naked and hideous pharmacist was still fighting with the Hehuan monk. He did not notice that the beauty who was locked in the pool was able to escape by herself.

The pharmacist made steady moves and made steady moves. After dismantling a hundred moves, his breath was still long and easy. The long dragon under his ugly crotch seemed to feel the master's victory was about to come. He followed him, his body turned around and moved and danced continuously, with a full momentum.

Although the monk Hehuan relied on his tricks to win the lead in the early stage of the fight between the two, he was repeatedly eliminated by the experienced pharmacist invisible situations. As one goes up and down, he is restless and has no rules when he makes moves.

The pharmacist's eyes are sophisticated that the Hehuan monk's face was full of vigor and a pair of flesh-pals on the surface were so strong that he was fucked by the outside but was unable to succeed. He saw the opportunity and pulled the Hehuan monk in front of him, making him open his door to his middle. Hehuan monk hurriedly wanted to return to defense, and his chest was numb and his body was so soft that he was on the ground.

You ugly monk, you are so proud of martial arts at such a young age! It’s a pity that the younger generation does not know the world and dares to ruin my good deeds! Today I will torture you and then concoct beauty, hahahahahahahaha, it’s so satisfying! I am the most enjoyable today in my long life!

The pharmacist gently stepped on the left leg of the Hehuan Tree, and just wanted to use this leg to ruin my life's happiness. I will destroy your leg first and show you a punishment.

After saying that, the pharmacist raised his right leg high, condensed his inner breath, and stepped on it with a sudden step, with great force, and was about to break the bones and tendons that Hehuan monk stepped on his left leg

Dong!

At the critical moment, a white shadow flashed, and the pharmacist stepped on the empty stone slab and landed on the stone slab on the ground, making a dull sound. The stone slab cracked inch by inch, and the pharmacist also felt a pain in the soles of his feet.

Huang Rong! How could you, a bitch, untied my husband's chain?

The pharmacist was furious. He never thought that this woman could escape from the chain he had used the huge energy to build with the mysterious iron in the sky.

The person who saved the Hehuan Monk was naturally Huang Rong. At this moment, she had already put on the simple white Luo skirt she came, held the Hehuan Monk, and looked at the traitor in front of her with a cold expression, and said in a stern voice: You old traitor, I will kill you today and do the way for heaven!

The pharmacy turned his mind and knew that he was definitely not a match for Huang Rong. This monk was full of evil martial arts and seemed to have a close relationship with Huang Rong. The only opportunity at the moment was to take advantage of the inconvenience of Huang Rong holding the Hehuan monk in one hand and take the Hehuan monk as a hostage. In that case, he would not only survive, but maybe he would have the chance to use this as a threat to relive Huang Rong's tender snow-white body.

However, his idea was indeed correct, but the only thing that was wrong was Huang Rong's martial arts skills

The pharmacist lifted up his skills and the tiger pounced on Huang Rong, and slapped the monk Hehuan in Huang Rong's hand with a quick palm.

This move is not good. If someone with a little less martial arts skills, in order to solve the danger of his companions, he was mostly confused and was general by the pharmacist. However, the female Zhuge is worthy of being a female Zhuge. She had long expected the culprit of the pharmacist to be cunning, and her internal strength flowed on her arm to not contact the pharmacist's skin. Using the arm as a stick, a stick in the dog-knocking technique to pick the dog in the pharmacist's palm, and then a move of the fallen god sword palm slapped the pharmacist's chest.

Touch! The pharmacist flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, which was much faster than before, with blood spurting on his mouth, and all the internal organs were all changed.

Huang Rong brushed her hand and unbuttoned the acupoints of Hehuan monks and walked slowly towards the pharmacist.

Huang Rong had a request for the pharmacist before, and was coerced by him. In the eyes of the pharmacist, she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Now Huang Rong is bound to be completely bound by her murderous aura in her eyes. The pharmacist looks like a death knive, and every step is like a death knives ringing.

The pharmacist's heart was filled with fear at this moment. He panicked and begged loudly: Huang... Huang Female Hero, first... it was a villain before, and offended Huang Female Hero. He even asked Huang Female Hero to treat the villain... as a fart!

While speaking, I endured the internal injuries on my body and kowtowed repeatedly, and the sound of the thumping sound was crisp.

Huang Rong looked at the slutty and ugly appearance of the pharmacist begging for mercy in front of her, and suddenly felt sad and sad, with tears in her eyes, and said to herself: It turns out that this traitor is so afraid of death. When he forced me to submit to death, he must have been sure that I was eager to save Brother Jing. I would not dare to let him die. If I were a little more determined at that time, I would not be humiliated by this person. I have been with Brother Jing for a long time, and the people I see every day are chivalrous and ignorant people, but how many people in this world can really not be afraid of death?

I regretted it in my heart, and I became angry and slapped the pharmacist heavily in the face, causing several of his teeth to fall off and fly out.

The pharmacist slapped him in the face, and said that Huang Rong had already bypassed her life, without any shame. He was overjoyed and said in a leaky mouth: Yes, yes, if the heroine is still angry, just beat me! After the heroine, I dare not refuse to obey

Huang Rong nodded when she heard this, and slapped the pharmacist's face with her palms. The pharmacist bleeded with his mouth and nose, but kept saying on his mouth that the heroine was good at beating, and the young should be beaten.

After more than twenty palms, the pharmacist was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and Huang Rong stopped talking.

The pharmacist had a somewhat funny swelling smile on his face and said in a daze: Is the heroine relieved? If the heroine does not relieve her, she will continue to beat the villain hard, or if the heroine has something to do if the villain wants the villain to do, even if she instructs the villain, she will definitely do it beautifully and keep the heroine satisfied!

Huang Rong asked coldly: Then tell me, have you hidden the matter about my husband before?

This... The pharmacist hesitated for a moment and looked up at Huang Rong: Female Hero, I... I have said everything I should say, but there is one thing that may help Female Hero. I said, can you live?

Huang Rong looked at him silently

The medicine craftsman was so in a cold heart that he said it out in fear.

It turned out that the wine and color among the four colors were crazy about wine. The biggest and only hobby was to search for all the good wines in the world. The pharmacist invaded the medicine for many years and had studied the relationship between wine and medicine. He accidentally invented a medicinal wine, named Huguang and Mountain Scenery. The name of deliciousness was spread to the ears of wine and color. A while ago, he sent his hands to ask for wine. However, the pharmacist was obsessed with the last key steps of refining the Yin-Yang Tongjing Pill, and had drunk all the previous ones, so he promised that he would send someone to the wine and color residence in the future.

The second transaction I wanted to make with Huang Rong was based on this

After the pharmacist finished speaking, he looked at Huang Rong with a little hope: What about the female hero? The little man's pass through order was under the stone slab of the entrance of this room, and the wine had been prepared long ago. The female hero was very reliable and intervened in the mansion to find out the whereabouts of Guo Daxia, and only hoped that the female hero could spare the villain's life!

Huang Rong stared calmly at the pharmacist who was waving his tail in front of her, begging for a glimmer of hope for a long time, and suddenly smiled brightly at the pharmacist.

In an instant, the flowers were lost, and everything around them dimmed. A faint light hit Huang Rong's smile, as if she was fascinated by the beauty that Huang Rong burst out at this moment.

The pharmacist was stunned. It seemed that he had never seen such a beautiful scenery in his life. He had been struggling all the time.

When I was young, my family was struggling with money, when I was young, I suddenly became struggling with survival, when I was young, I was obsessed with pharmacology, when I was young, I struggled with sex when I was young, and when I was young, I struggled with sex. Most of my life, I was isolated from the world and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but I never really stopped to see the beauty of this world, and I always just struggled and let the beauty pass by.

Suddenly, a gentle smile flashed through my mind. The strange and familiar pharmacist tried his best to recall who it was, but he couldn't remember who it was? Who it was?

Mother?

Mother!

I remembered it, I remembered it, that was my mother's face Ah!

Yes, that's my mother's face, of course I'll be so familiar with it

But why, so strange?

Yes, it turns out that I have lost you for forty years without realizing it!

In a trance, I saw the thief rushing into the house, huddling in the wooden cabinet, trembling through the gap, looking at the hell on earth outside.

Dad's body fell to the ground, not far away, the leading thief pressed on his mother's snow-white body and twitched like a beast. Just like today, looking at the thief's hideous and terrifying face, full of pleasure. In a mess, the thief's face was blurred and twisted a few times, turning into his own face.

It's Ah, how could I become, the same person as him?

The monk Hehuan silently watched Huang Rong knocking down the pharmacist with hatred, watching Huang Rong slap his hateful face, and then watched the pharmacist suddenly look painful, and looks like crazy, rushing towards the pool head by head, hitting the wall, staggering up, and staggering, as if stopping someone's evil deeds, until he can't get up again

Huang Rong put away the soul-moving technique and looked at the corpse on the ground coldly. After a moment, she turned around and looked at the monk Hehuan

The monk Hehuan cried out and said for a while: Sister, I'm late.

When Huang Rong heard this, the frost on her face suddenly melted, and instead shed tears of beads and tears were slashed down her white jade-like face.

After a few seconds of silence, Huang Rong smiled, mixed with tears: Little monk, thank you

The next few days, the two of them first found a branch of the Beggars' Gang to pick up the Panzang horse, and then rushed south together to Guangnan where Tu Xingsun was.

On the way south, hunger was everywhere, refugees fleeing, bandits and thieves were rampant, just like purgatory on earth

War, plague, famine, etc. are pressing on the people like a mountain, forcing them to be displaced and destroyed. Although this environment is the legendary Shura hell for the simple and kind people, it is also the land of happiness for evil spirits.

Therefore, Tu Xingsun's power has grown rapidly over the years and became the underground emperor of Guangnan East Road (now Guangdong Province).

Looking at these scenes, Huang Rong felt heartbroken and understood the lofty and greatness of her husband's ideals more and more, and also understood the huge gap that needed to be crossed to achieve these.

Hehuan monk has been discovering these days that even though Huang Rong smiled as smart as usual along the way, she was full of charm, beautiful and vivid, but she could vaguely see the unhidden feeling of self-pity between her beautiful eyebrows.

Late one night, the two of them slept in an abandoned ancient temple in a wilderness and were immediately exhausted. They had already fought with their eyelids and were exhausted. They found a comfortable place and fell asleep.

In the hazy dream, a woman's singing seemed to float in her ears, the sound was like the singing of an oriole, clear and melodious, pleasant and pleasant

The monk Hehuan didn't care at first, and it was a great thing to have this heavenly sound accompanying him to fall asleep, just to continue sleeping

Later, the song gradually became sad, like resentment, like crying and complaining, and the lingering sound was endless, like wisps

The monk Hehuan thought half-dream and half-awake: What kind of sadness does this singer seem to be like a sister? Why does this sound sound like the sister's voice?

The word "sister" seemed to touch some mechanism in the heart of the monk Hehuan. Huang Rong's pretty face that had been dreaming of for seven years flashed through his mind. His body bounced, and he sat up in shock, and his eyes swept around. Sure enough, Huang Rong was not here.

The monk Hehuan gathered his internal energy in his ears and listened carefully to the melodious singing. Who would it be if it weren't Huang Rong?

Following the sound, leaving the ancient temple, and soon, I came to a quiet pond in the forest

Under the moonlight, a graceful figure in white clothes, better than snow, sat by the pond and sang, and there were still some undry water beads on the skin of the fat

The monk Hehuan knew that Huang Rong must have come here to take a bath while she was sleeping. She felt so sad these days that she couldn't help but sing. The monk Hehuan didn't say anything and hid behind a tree, but listened to Huang Rong's song. After only a moment, he opened his red lips lightly.

Baochai divides the peach leaves, the willows are dark, Nanpu is afraid of the upper floors, nine out of ten days, the wind and rain are broken and heartbroken, and no one cares about it, and who can persuade them, the sound of the orioles is still silenced? I looked at the temples and tried to make the flowers return to the date, and then I counted the tent again and again, and the lanterns were dull, and I choked in my dreams: It is his spring bringing sorrows, where does the spring return? But I don't understand, and I bring sorrows away.

This poem is written by Xin Qiji, a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty. In the poem, it is called "Zhu Yingtai near late spring". The poem is called "A woman" to express her sadness of sadness and missing her lover and sent Yu to the long-term division of the north and south of the Song Dynasty.

Huang Rong sang this song, probably on the one hand, to express her pain and shame for losing her body over the past few days and her longing for her husband who doesn’t know where she is. On the other hand, she is also expressing her sympathy and grief that people have seen along the way, as a result of the division of the country, turbulent government and opposition, and turbid politics, and suffering.

This song was sung by Huang Rong, with sincere feelings and touching feelings, and it is truly a perfect match for Xin Qiji.

After the song was sung, Huang Rong was stunned for a while, and came to her senses. The autumn waves flowed, and she swept straight to the hiding place of Hehuan Monk, and chuckled: Little monk, come out!

The monk Hehuan knew that Huang Rong's martial arts skills would have been so unlucky for her to hide behind a tree. He just didn't want to disturb her singing Yaxing, but he did this. Seeing Huang Rong pointing out her place, he walked out generously: Sister, I saw that you were not asleep late at night, and I was a little worried, so I found this place.

Huang Rong looked at the monk in front of her and suddenly felt that life was indescribable. How could she think that seven years ago, her life suddenly changed a lot in seven years, and she was by her side and never left her. She was the young monk who stole her underwear in Shaolin Temple. She burst into laughter: Little monk, sit here, you, my brother and brother are talking.

Hehuan monk's heart beat faster when he heard this. Although the two of them were walking along the way, they both kept guarding the defenses of men and women, and had never been so close to each other. He responded and walked to sit next to Huang Rong.

The moonlight shines on Huang Rong's fairy face like white jade is reflected in the pool water. In the eyes of Hehuan monk, it is bright and unspeakable. The orchid musk on Huang Rong's body also comes from his nose, which makes Hehuan monk even more intoxicated.

Seven years have passed, how many times have I missed and longed for the jade man in my dream at midnight? At this moment, under the cold moonlight, I sat beside me like a lover. The suppressed emotions of the monk Hehuan were surging and jumping, as if I was about to blow through my chest, and I wanted to embrace her in my arms and love her freely.

Huang Rong and Hehuan monk were sitting by the pool chatting. Hehuan monk was nervous at the beginning, afraid that he would make the jade man in front of him angry and leave. He hesitated while talking. Later, he saw Huang Rong's words were free and easy, and his voice was clear and soft, like a clear spring moistening the heart. He couldn't help but relax. He talked and laughed with Huang Rong, which was so pleasant.

A breeze blew by, and the figures of the two in the pool water trembled, causing some turbulence.

Huang Rong's clear and clear eyes suddenly stared at the monk Hehuan and said quietly: Little monk, you treat your sister so well and help me in everything. It's really just because my sister in Shaolin Temple saved your life?

The monk Hehuan's body felt as if he was shocked, and his heart trembled, as if he had turned back to the young monk who had lust and did something bad. He stuttered for a moment: I... my sister saved my life... I... I... I am naturally grateful...

Huang Rong took the expression of the monk Hehuan and joked with a smile: Alas! I also said that you, the little monk, have been together these days, in addition to being grateful, I also have a little bit of sibling affection for my sister! I didn’t expect that I was still self-indulgent!

He Huan Monk finally calmed down when he heard this and thought to himself: Sister, I didn’t seem to notice what I did.

Huang Rong sighed in her heart that her younger brother is indeed impure to her.

When I was caught by the old demon of Gu, there were many people in the demonic way outside. The next day, the story of his loss of chastity spread all over the world. When I went to the branch of the Beggar Gang to pick up horses a few days ago, the disciples in the helm looked at him with strange eyes.

In fact, Huang Rong has always been very confused. She has almost no contact with the left-minded people. How could a left-minded person be so familiar with her voice that she recognizes her identity based on her moaning voice controlled by the drug?

Later I recalled that the fourth wife said she was a monk. Based on the observations of his martial arts and expressions after contacting Hehuan monks these days, and his temptation to him just now, we could conclude that the monk who revealed his identity was him.

As for the benefits of doing this, Huang Rong also thought of a reasonable explanation to destroy her reputation. It is best to make herself despised by the world and dislike by Brother Jing. He will stay with him and wait for an opportunity to win his heart.

Huang Rong was quite complicated about this. The tricks used by the monk Hehuan can be said to be extremely clumsy, but it was indeed out of his obsession with him for seven years. What's more, except for revealing his identity, no matter what the purpose he did, he was kind to himself, and he could not do ungrateful things.

Huang Rong had a good idea in her mind. After rescuing Brother Jing, she asked Brother Jing to bring him with her, introduce him to a good marriage, and teach him how to follow the good.

After that, Huang Rong talked with Hehuan Monk as if nothing had happened, and then went back to the ancient temple to rest together. Hehuan Monk didn't know that all his little thoughts had been seen through by Huang Rong.

Danxia Town, under an unknown fruit tree, a man sat in a simple courtyard

The man was burly and majestic, in his thirties, with a tall nose and wide mouth, a halberd like a halberd, and a majestic appearance. He leaned against the fruit tree and carried a pot of wine and slapped the cow.

The wine was clear and transparent. You could smell the intoxicating aroma of wine it emitted by standing a little closer. It was a rare wine. But the man seemed not satisfied with the taste of the wine and looked disappointed and depressed.

At this time, a servant quickly walked into the courtyard, with a humble expression and a restrained attitude: The envoy sent by the pharmacist to visit the lake and the scenery of the mountains and rivers!

The man's eyes lit up, and there was a long laugh. His laughter surged and thrilled, and he said: Please come in quickly. I have heard that the scenery of the lake and the mountains are famous wines in the world. Today I want to taste it. Is it really as delicious as the legendary one?