The leaves of the Gongsun tree in front of Nianhua Temple have fallen as before. . After sending the guests to the temple gate, Po Ai turned back and reported to the yellow-browed monk in front of the tree: "Mr. Zuo has left." The yellow-browed monk did not turn around, but only waved his hand towards Po Ai, indicating that he already knew. Po He hesitated for a moment, but still boldly took a few steps forward, stood behind his mentor, and asked: "Master, does Mr. Zuo want to ask Master to intercede with Chu Feng on his behalf?" The Huang-browed Monk did not. As worried as his disciple was, he turned around and half-questioned, half-answered: "You know it too?" Pohe said "hmm" and said: "While the disciple was serving tea, I accidentally heard something "Two." "Yes." Huangmei Monk said with a smile, "Zuo Zong asked me to tell Chu Feng that the Dong Zong intended to give up the Jianhu Palace. A few months ago, Wuliangjian was almost destroyed, but it was thanks to the Northern Sect that he attracted the Duan family. So far, Wuliang Sword has overcome this difficulty" Po'ai frowned and said: "In the next competition between the three sects and the two Wuliang Sword sects, is there anyone who can be Chu Feng's opponent?" He asked. Zuo Zimu's pretentious generosity was a bit disdainful. Naturally, Chu Feng had to fight for the master of Jianhu Palace himself. The yellow-browed monk smiled and said: "Then what you want is not to let me tell Chu Feng?" "Then" Po He answered smoothly, but when the words came to his mouth, he was a little tangled again. Try Then he asked, "Has Master already agreed to him?" This "he" of course refers to Zuo Zimu. If the yellow-browed monk agreed, it would be difficult. The yellow-browed monk heard the disciple's question and suddenly laughed out loud, but did not speak. Instead, he sighed in his heart: "How can a poor monk make the same mistake again and again as he has for many years!" He was a little confused by the old man's smile. He looked at the sun that was getting closer to the sky and said, "Master, I have nothing else to do for now. I'm going to do some vegetarian food." The yellow-browed monk smiled uncontrollably on his face and nodded. . Just as Po Ai finished speaking, he suddenly heard a horse neighing in the backyard. He recognized the sound as the sound of Black Rose and said to his master, "It seems that even this horse is hungry." Over the past month, Po Ai and this "boarding house" "The big black horse of Nianhua Temple has also become familiar with it. The yellow-browed monk¡¯s heart suddenly moved, he turned around and looked at the temple door. The door knocker tapped lightly and made a tinkling sound. The horses behind the temple neighed again. Po Ai looked at the backyard, looked at his master, then looked at the temple door, and said with great joy: "Could it be that Chu Feng and the others are back" Po Ai opened the temple door. A long-bearded scholar outside the door said with a smile: "Master Pokai." It was Zhu Danchen, the fourth among the four fishermen, woodcutter, and farmer. "Donor Zhu is rare, and Po'an's teachings are shallow. How can he be worthy of the title of 'master' from the donor." Po'an's face dimmed with joy, put on a very professional look, clasped his hands and saluted Zhu Danchen. Zhu Danchen did not argue with him about the title. He returned the salute and asked, "Are you Master Huangmei here?" Before he finished speaking, he saw the figure of Huangmei Monk appearing behind Po Ai. The two of them greeted each other without mentioning each other. Zhu Danchen directly took out a letter from his arms, handed it to the yellow-browed monk, and said, "It's a letter from Mr. Chu." Thinking of the two evil men who touched Duan Zhengchun that night, Zhu Danchen felt a little scared. Chu Feng was even more grateful. Huang-browed monk took the letter and opened it directly. The letter was very brief, briefly mentioning that it was Shandong Penglai who had done something about Wanhui Tower. Zhu Danchen handed over another pair of water thorns from his sleeves without saying a word. The yellow-browed monk knew without asking that this was the weapon of Duringzi mentioned in the letter. Zhu Danchen went on to explain the details of Penglai secretly studying Qingcheng martial arts that were not detailed in Chu Fengxin. At the end, he concluded: "Penglai sect is hiding in Luoyang and refuses to leave the city." The yellow-browed monk read in his mouth The two "Penglai Sect" suddenly asked: "Is Chu Feng still in Luoyang now?" Zhu Danchen thought for a while and replied: "That should be the case." When he left Luoyang, Chu Feng should still be guarding Luoyang. Just stick to the Penglai sect. Zhu Danchen was worried about other things. After all the matters were explained, he asked Huang Meiseng to leave and said: "Since the letter has been sent, Danchen will go back to the palace to report to the emperor." Huang Meisheng said: "He is here. Let's go to the temple for lunch." Zhu Danchen cupped his hands and said, "I don't want to disturb you at lunch. If the master gives you a bowl of tea, Danchen will not get it." He apologized and left. Zhu Danchen thought of Duan Zhengchun with confusion in his heart, and thought of his painful order, and thought dully: "There is no reason to dig up people's ancestral graves for no reason" Putting aside the filial piety of Xiaojinghu's wife and virtuous daughter, Not mentioning why Duan Er of Dali issued such a strange order, Zhu Danchen was right just now.??Chu Feng is really still in Luoyang, even though a long time has passed since the Luoyang Baihua Festival, he is still in Luoyang. Speaking of which, Chu Feng was too busy and dizzy a few days ago. There were many thrilling things during those days. First, Xiao Yuanshan missed twice; then three evil men secretly entered Luoyang; before the matter here was settled, they heard how Xixia and Tubo got together, and they went to the capital to pray for the Empress Dowager There are a lot of happy things. Duan Er of Dali, who was immersed in the joy of "I have another daughter", faced Mrs. Wang's half-smiling gaze, but he still shamelessly approached her and didn't know what he said, but after a few words, he said It made her laugh; Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao were very happy for a while after listening to Chu Feng's story and found A'Zhu's biological father. Then they heard that Duan Zhengchun was actually a prince. The two old men, who had no clear idea of ??the "leader of the Beggar Clan", suddenly began to lament and sigh. Aunt Qiao muttered a few words, "The red dress looks so festive." I don't know if Duan Er heard it. . Chu Feng looked at the Penglai disciples passing by in groups outside the window, feeling really depressed. He felt that he had underestimated Du Lingzi, and at the same time overestimated the integrity of the Penglai leader. Luoyang Baihuahui, the beggars are respectful landlords, how can they protect the heroes of all parties. Since that day, Du Lingzi had two moves with Chu Feng, and seeing that she had no chance of escaping from Chu Feng's men, she made a very simple decision: to stay in Luoyang. ??Looking at the posture of this head of the capital, it seems that he wants to die of old age in Luoyang. The Penglai disciples that Chu Feng saw just now went to the pawn shop. Penglai is near the sea, and most of the disciples in the sect are extravagant. They only have a few personal belongings, which are enough to meet their daily needs. If it weren¡¯t for the fact that Xue Muhua and several great Shaolin monks formed a group to go to the capital with the envoys of the two countries to "watch" and pray for blessings, Chu Feng would have had the intention of letting Xue Muhua play a role as a "poison doctor" to secretly destroy the Penglai sect. Mu Wanqing was the only one who accompanied Chu Feng. She looked sideways at Chu Feng's frown and asked directly and ferociously: "The Penglai sect will destroy your sect. Why don't you and I leave and go straight to Shandong to destroy it?" His sect?¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s really you!¡± Before Chu Feng could answer, there was a loud shout outside the room. Chu Feng recognized this voice. There was a hint of coldness in the old man. It was Du Lingzi, the head of Penglai.