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Chapter 394: Xiong Ruo (1st update)

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    Fakong glanced at her indifferently.

    Xu Qingluo shut her mouth.

    Fakong looked up at the sky: "Let's enter the city tonight."

    Chu Ling looked at him puzzled, then looked at the woods, and signaled to those people how to deal with it.

    Fakong smiled and shook his head, got up and fluttered up the treetops, and walked slowly towards the direction of Shenjing City.

    Chu Ling was very puzzled why he didn't abolish those people, but since Fakong insisted on leaving, he could only follow.

    Xu Qingluo and the others could only keep up.

    She pursed her lips and looked at Chu Ling with a smile.

    When they arrived outside the city of Shenjing, the city gate was closed long ago, and they climbed over the ten-foot-high city wall from one place.

    Once entering the city, it is like entering another world.

    In Shenjing City, a string of lanterns hung high, illuminating the entire streets and alleys brightly, like a city that never sleeps.

    At night in Shenjing City, there are more than ten times more pedestrians than during the day, and it is extremely lively.

    People go out of town or go to work or do other things during the day to support their families, and they can go out to relax at night.

    Walking among the endless stream of people, they seem to have come to another world, and everything before is like a dream.

    Slowly came to the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple, Yuan Sheng opened the door, and titheed coldly.

    When everyone entered the courtyard, Chu Ling was not in a hurry to leave, and was dragged by Xu Qingluo to the pagoda garden, wanting to continue chatting.

    Now the tower garden has been completely transformed by them.

    A small gazebo was built next to the training ground.

    Fakong sat alone in his own yard, while drinking, he held the clean bottle to watch, carefully comprehended its wonderful rhyme, and at the same time probed into it.

    He has never given up, he has not seen the truth, and his heart is very itchy.

    I've been outside for a while, so it's not appropriate to show it, so I can only suppress my itch, and I can't wait to see it when I come back.

    At this time, in the hidden place in Shenjing City, a series of fights were going on, either death or injury, it was extremely tragic.

    The streets in Shenjing City are bustling and noisy, singing and dancing.

    While contemplating the clean bottle, he opened his eyes by the way, and everything within a radius of ten miles was presented in his eyes.

    He saw these fights, but his heart was calm and calm.

    Both groups were dressed in black, but one group covered their faces with black scarves, and the other group wore red cloaks to look majestic.

    But often the people who died or were seriously injured were the people in the red cloak, Nan Siwei.

    Fakong could see the faces under the black scarves and knew that they were people in green clothes.

    Now there is only the Green Division.

    However, the Green Clothes Division is still called internally and externally, and the old name is more popular, and it also entrusts their nostalgia and yearning.

    ? They long for the Green Clothes Division to return to its former glory and strength, and there are still internal and external divisions in charge of internal and external affairs.

    Instead of being squeezed out by the Southern Supervision Department, he was forced to be responsible for the external enemy and lost the power of the internal department.

    They act viciously, one is because they are angry at the South Supervision Department for daring to retaliate against them.

    In their eyes, the Southern Supervision Department and the gang are not worth mentioning if they are not on the stage, but they dare to retaliate so boldly, they are looking for death.

    Furthermore, it is venting anger at the loss of power¡ª¡ª

    Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash: "Abbot, it has been solved, and all their martial arts have been abolished."

    Farkon nodded.

    "The question came out." Lin Feiyang said: "The one who ordered them was a small temple¡ªXiong Ruo Temple."

    Fakong frowned.

    Lin Feiyang said: "I have already visited Xiongruo Temple. It is indeed a small temple, and there are no top masters and no great masters in charge."

    Fakong said: "Why did you assassinate me?"

    "Because the elder monk Mingyuan of Xiongruo Temple is a master of medicine and Taoism, and is also known as an eminent monk."

    "There are no pilgrims now?"

    "There are still some, but they are far less than before." Lin Feiyang said: "I have inquired, in the past, Xiongruo Temple was very popular, but now it is not as good as before."

    Farkon nodded.

    Lin Feiyang said with emotion: "People, I really like the new and dislike the old. It's too utilitarian. With our King Kong Temple's outer courtyard, Xiongruo Temple was thrown aside, and I completely forgot the kindness from the past. It's chilling!"

    Therefore, people are the most hateful thing.

    It is better to save a dog than to save a person!

    Fakong smiled.

    Human nature is like this, there is nothing we can do, we can only conform to human nature.Yang nodded hurriedly and disappeared in a flash.

    He felt that if he didn't leave, his head would really be dizzy, and he was going to explode¡ª¡ª

    "Little Qingluo, why did your master come back suddenly? Those guys' martial arts haven't been abolished yet!" Chu Ling said dissatisfied.

    Xu Qingluo said in surprise: "Sister Chu, you can't guess?"

    Chu Ling shook her head: "Who knows what your master thinks!"

    "It's easy to guess, right?" Xu Qingluo was puzzled, and looked at Zhou Yu who was beside her: "Uncle Zhou, what do you think?"

    Zhou Yu nodded, indicating that it was really easy to guess.

    Chu Ling looked at her in disbelief, then at Chu Ling, and finally at Zhou Yang.

    Zhou Yang said: "Your Highness, Master doesn't want you to get your hands dirty?"

    "It's dirty" Chu Ling suddenly realized, and snorted, "It turns out that they are afraid that we will be stimulated, aren't they?"

    Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master thinks that sister Chu, you have been living in the deep palace, and your heart is like a piece of white paper, and you don't want to be blacked out."

    "Who is a piece of paper!" Chu Ling said dissatisfied: "It's not killing people, it's just abolishing their martial arts, what's the big deal."

    Xu Qingluo said: "Sister Chu, if they were killed by the enemy because they were abolished in martial arts? Or if they were caught by the enemy and tortured to death, would you feel that you killed him? Would you feel guilty?  "

    "It will be a little bit." Chu Ling said.

    Xu Qingluo said: "Master often said that if there is a cause, there must be an effect. Killing someone is a very helpless thing. Killing someone once will hurt yourself, especially your mood, but if you don't kill him, you will hurt yourself even more.  , then we can only kill him, the lesser of two evils."

    "Is it really that troublesome?" Chu Ling was dubious.

    "I believe in Master." Xu Qingluo said: "Practice martial arts well first, Master always thinks that my cultivation base is too poor. When Uncle Xu comes, I must build a solid foundation and make rapid progress!"¡ª¡ª

    Early in the morning, Fakong and his team came to Guanyun Tower.

    Originally, I thought I was tired of the food at Guanyunlou, but after eating out these few days, and then eating the food at Guanyunlou, I felt very friendly and delicious.

    When they stepped into Guanyun Tower, Li Ying hadn't come yet.

    After a while, Li Zhu and Zhou Tianhuai appeared, but they did not see Li Ying. Their faces were ugly, gloomy and depressed.

    They paid tithes to Fakong, hesitated to speak, and then sat down.

    ps: This is the update in the morning. Every weekend, there are many things to do. Trying to write enough words will lead to a serious decline in quality. In terms of quality, there may be fewer and more weekends. Forgive me, everyone.  ?
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