Chapter 310 (1/2)

”This old show donkey has always been humble and shameless. Now, in front of two generations of young people, he is still mean and shameless” m!

An old scribe's angry drink does not mean giving up resistance if his right hand is too late to protect him.

Without any sign, the old scholar's body suddenly sat down. At the moment when the fart hall reached the door, the gull came out with his left foot. It was the old monk's little Dantian.

Between the light and the stone, the old scribe and the old monk had met on the narrow door of the temple.

Instant energy, snowflakes flying.

After all, the old monk attacked first and obviously gained the upper hand.

Seeing the old scribe sitting on the threshold leg waiting to fly, the old monk twisted a song and asked the other party's chain three, his right hand and fingers to reach into his mouth, and the eagle claw of his left hand to go to the wine school.

The old clerk took care of his wine bag in his busy schedule. As a result, his left arm loosened and the oil and paper bags fell off

The old monk smiled and said, ”you are taken for granted“

At this time, the old monk's body suddenly fell down. His right leg put the boy into the clouds. He had kicked the paper out of the air.

A gray shadow immediately rose into the sky, and the oil paper bag had reached his hand.

No one else took the paper bag, but the old monk.

Xia Yun and I looked at each other. If there was no old monk, he picked up the oil paper bag.

On the contrary, he was surprised that the two old people were close together in such a narrow space and could be as good as fish. The fight was short, but the details were clear and there was no room for restraint.

What's more, the figure of the old monk has not fallen on the threshold, and the oil paper packaging has been opened.

After the oil paper bag was opened for a while, less than half of the six kilos of more halogen tendons were covered.

Amitabha! It tastes great. I haven't eaten such delicious horseshoes for a long time.

The old monk sat on the threshold again, his mouth was full of oil, two kinds of bulging, and his chin kept twisting. It was obvious that he was desperately trying to break his hoof and halide muscles.

Such a strange scene suddenly saw the heartbeat of Xia Yun and me

Of course, the reason for the thrill is not that the old monk did not avoid, but did not hesitate to rob things with his hands and feet. In short, what is strange in martial arts

Xia Yun and I were surprised that the old monk was obviously full of hooves and feet, no less than two kilograms, and could not speak.

But Wangcai's words are straight and round. Ba is clear, and there is absolutely no trace of mold.

No matter how shocked Xia Yun and I were, the old scribe took a sip of wine today and scolded, ”but my old show donkey, it's not good to die!

It may be the only person in the region who treats scolding as a drink and vegetable.

The old monk grabbed a tendon and stuffed it into the. Then he stared at the wine in the old priest's hand, and his eyes lit up again.

The old scribe took a sip of wine and put the bag behind him: ”the old man wants to drink. Now he won't fight with you despicable show donkey!

”This old puzzle has always been fair. Why is it mean and shameless?”

The old monk also broke his tendon and said, ”it's shameless for you to rob children.” Lao pin Ling is just a rough road. Robbing the rich to help the poor is the chivalrous style of my generation!

”Lao Wen Tu Gen spit ruthlessly:” I'm sorry, you said! ”You give it to yourself. You never give it back to your victims. Do you see how you feel about it? For decades, you have been a shameless flower monk!

It's so kind and speechless! ”The old monk said with a smile,” you always rob others. You're always trying to piece up your things. How mean and shameless? ”You really want to rob and don't enter. For decades, the old husband's things have been taken away by your beautiful old donkey, almost naked. If the old man didn't rob others, would he still live today?

The two old men sat on the door of the dilapidated temple, imitating their blessing. They were door gods. They stared at each other, ate meat, took water in their mouths, and cursed each other without hesitation, so Xia Yun and I couldn't laugh.

About a quarter of an hour later, a group of people came to dadg outside the gate of the ancient temple, but no less than 50 people.

The goal of these people is Qingming temple, but they are still more than 100 steps away from the temple gate, and it is impossible to go any further.

I saw a person's moment, the momentum of the body suddenly rose, and the whole person was like a full bow, which would explode at any time.

What are you doing standing there, little donor? ”The old monk still has hoofs in his mouth and his eyes are still staring at the wine bag in the old man's hand:” sit down and you can go back in a Sunday. ”Go back to Mitsufu

The old scribe said, ”the little girl also sat down and studied hard for the old husband!” what's the matter with the old witch? She can't do what the old man can't bear! What the old witch doesn't care about is that you died in vain“

It's no one else. My eyes are red. It's Burak's assistant master, master shutangmen, Tang Qiu!