Chapter 153 Powerful Vajra Legs? ? ?

Chapter 153 Powerful Vajra Legs? ? ?

"who?!"

Zheng Jirong shouted coldly in the direction where he was speaking.

The voices of strangers suddenly appearing in this deep mountain and old forest are quite scary.

When no one responded, Zheng Jirong held Long Jiu's thigh with one hand and lifted it up. With the other hand, he flipped his palm and three flying knives appeared between his fingers.

He stared at the bushes on the left and deliberately threatened, "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I won't be polite."

"three!"

The flying knife instantly shot into the jungle where he spoke before!

"etc!"

A child jumped out from behind the tree. Not only did he catch the thrown knife in the air, but he also twisted his body in the air and instantly knocked the knife back towards Zheng Jirong.

Seeing this, Zheng Jirong pushed his heels hard on the ground with Long Jiu on his back, and instantly flew backwards seven or eight meters. At this time, the flying knife was hitting the ground where he was standing.

"Who are you!"

A little bald man who looked like he was only five or six years old and wearing a monk's robe spread his arms and asked Zheng Jirong.

When he saw this little monk Zheng Jirong, he immediately knew something about it. He glanced at the flying knife on the ground and secretly sighed. Could it be that this kid started practicing Kung Fu from his mother's womb?

Even the average expert couldn't catch his own flying knife. As a result, this kid not only caught it easily but also hit it back smoothly.

Well, Zheng Jirong nodded secretly. It seems that this little guy is a unique martial arts wizard like himself.

"Ahem," Zheng Jirong coughed twice and said, "Little master, we are mountain climbing tourists."

"Tourist?"

The young monk looked in disbelief: "How can a tourist make a flying knife?"

"Young master, I don't know. I used to be a butcher who killed pigs. Is it reasonable to bring a few throwing knives when traveling?"

"Well" the little monk touched his head and nodded blankly: "What you said seems to make sense."

At this time, Long Jiu whispered in Zheng Jirong's ear: "This kid is not an ordinary person, so be careful."

Zheng Jirong nodded slightly. Can a child who can jump several meters in the air be an ordinary person?

With a gentle smile on his face, he said to the young monk, "Where is your master, young master?"

After hearing this, the little monk looked into the bushes behind him. At this time, another child's voice came from there,

"Senior brother, let's go out. Big brother and big sister are not bad people."

"Hey", the old master shook his head and said with a serious face: "The rivers and lakes are dangerous and we have to guard against them. Let Xiaolong take the lead and we retreat"

He took Xiaowen and wanted to return to the temple first, but as soon as he turned around, he found a tall figure blocking him.

The old master was stunned. After a few seconds, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Wow, this gentleman is really tall and mighty. We just happened to pass by."

"Brother, please don't hit me. I didn't see anything just now."

"Yes, we monks never lie."

"Hahaha", looking at the two monks, one old and one young, in front of him, Zheng Jirong smiled boldly: "Where did these two masters go? From your neat uniforms and kind eyes, I can completely feel your enthusiasm. Sincerity.”

"Really, hehehe."

Looking at the middle-aged monk in front of him who was very similar to Ada, Zheng Jirong raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't know what the names of these masters are?"

"Oh, this gentleman can just call me Old Master. This little fat guy is Xiaowen, and the one who flew out just now is Xiaolong. We are all monks from Wulongyuan on the mountain."

"It turns out to be Master Lao Fuzi." Zheng Jirong pretended to be surprised and stretched out a hand from behind and said, "I'm Zheng Jirong."

"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Zheng. I have admired him for a long time."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you"

"I have admired you for a long time"

"By the way", after Zheng Jirong shook his hand tightly, he shook his head and introduced Long Jiu, who was watching the show for a long time: "This is Miss Long Jiu. She accidentally sprained her foot just now, so I Behind her back, master, don’t get me wrong, we are innocent.”

"Oh" The old master smiled and nodded to Long Jiu, then turned to Zheng Jirong and asked: "Mr. Zheng, where are you going? Why are you walking up the mountain when your feet are sprained?"

"Master, if you don't mind, please call me Arong. To be honest, Master's appearance is very similar to that of a life-and-death friend of mine in Hong Kong. I feel particularly cordial as soon as I see you."

"Really?" the old master said in surprise: "There is someone in the world who can be as handsome as me? I must go to Hong Kong Island to see it someday."

"Haha, Master is really free and easy. Speaking of which, Ah Jiu and I are going to visit Wulongyuan on the mountain. Since we have the chance to meet you, why don't we go together?"

"Well, that's it." Just when the old master was hesitating, Xiao Wen beside him was the first to refuse: "No, our master said that Wulongyuan is now secluded in the world and refuses any tourists to visit."

"What! This happened?"

Zheng Jirong regretted: "That's such a pity. I originally brought hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars to donate to Wulong Yuan to make sesame oil, but I didn't expect it."

After saying that, he took out a large pile of banknotes from his arms and looked straight into the eyes of the old master, Xiaowen and others.

Xiaowen pulled the old master's pants and whispered: "Brother, this big brother is so rich. If he donated it to Wulongyuan, wouldn't we not have to go down the mountain every day to beg for alms?"

Xiaolong on the side also echoed: "Yes, I have never seen such money in my whole life. I must not let him go!"

After hearing this, the old master was filled with hatred and said: "You are really worthless! Have you forgotten what master usually teaches us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and took away the banknotes from Zheng Jirong's hand and stuffed them into his arms. He raised his hand to lead the way and said, "Two donors, please come this way."

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On the way up the mountain, Xiaowen asked strangely: "Brother, is this what master usually teaches us?"

The old master patted the banknotes in his arms and said matter-of-factly: "Yes, why don't you take advantage of the bastard?"

The top of Datun Mountain.

Zheng Jirong finally saw Wulongyuan, which he had longed for after coming to Wandao.

How should I put it? It is quite big, but they are just thatched wooden houses. There is not even a main hall. The most valuable thing in the entire Wulong Courtyard is probably the big bell in the pavilion. It is similar to the Shanxi Temple I have been to before. Compared with Yuanshan Villa, it's like heaven and earth.

"This is Wulongyuan?"

The old master nodded and said: "Yes, I will take you to see the master first."

"Don't worry yet," Zheng Jirong shook Long Jiu behind him again and said, "You find a place for me, and I'll put my companion down first."

"Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. Don't worry, we have a female dormitory specifically for female guests. I will bring you a bottle of medicinal wine later."

Under the guidance of the old master, Zheng Jirong followed him into the courtyard. After twisting and turning seven or eight times, he finally saw the women's dormitory beside a creek.

After Zheng Jirong put Long Jiu on the bed, he looked at the antique environment around him and sighed: "This room can be regarded as an antique. The thatched houses in front are not at the same level as this one."

"Yes, our Wulong Courtyard has always been very good to female guests. You guys sit down first and I'll get the medicinal wine."

After the old master went out, Long Jiu moved his ankles and couldn't help but say: "The people here are all weird. Not only the young monk from before, but also the old master looked quite unusual. I didn't even look at it just now." If you know how he did it, the money in your hand will already be in his arms."

Zheng Jirong laughed and said nothing after hearing this. Although there were only a few monks in Wulongyuan, almost all of them were masters. Even the most unreliable Xiao Wen had an iron head skill. As far as he knew, Old Master What is used when ringing the bell every morning is not the pestle, but Xiaowen’s head!

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

"But speaking of which, why did you come here? It's not just for sightseeing, right?"

Zheng Jirong shrugged and said with emotion: "To be honest, I actually don't do anything. If there is a reason, it is that I want to make more good friends."

When Long Jiu heard what he said, his face looked a little weird and said: "I don't think they are good people. They are all money addicts. I don't know how you can tell that they are good people."

Zheng Jirong chuckled and said, "To you police officers, everyone looks like a bad guy."

He walked to the bed and sat down, looked into Long Jiu's eyes and asked, "Do you think I look like a bad person?"

Long Jiu looked at Zheng Jirong deeply, and after a moment of silence, he said, "As the eldest brother of the largest society in Hong Kong, of course you are a bad person, but if you put aside this identity, you are actually not bad."

"Hey," Zheng Jirong waved his hand in disappointment, "In the eyes of the people of Yau Tsim Mong, my image is better than that of you Royal Police. If Hong Kong Island could also elect legislators, I would have become the people's father-in-law."

Long Jiu frowned after hearing this and was about to refute him, when the door opened and the old master came in carrying a bottle, "I brought the medicinal wine."

Seeing the two people staring at each other in the room, he asked confusedly: "What's wrong with you, are you quarreling?"

"Thank you, give me the medicinal wine, and you can go out."

"Oh, okay."

The old master placed the medicinal wine beside Long Jiu's bed. After seeing Zheng Jirong wink at him, he quickly ran out with him.

"Arong, why are you running so fast?"

"If you run slowly, you will die of athlete's foot."

"No way, Miss Long looks so elegant and has athlete's foot?"

"It doesn't matter if you have temperament, even a fairy has to eat and poop."

"I really benefited a lot from what you said."

With the help of money, Zheng Jirong and the old master quickly became familiar with each other, and soon they became brothers.

"Speaking of which, the population of our Wulongyuan is not very prosperous. Has no one else been here except senior brother?"

"No," the old master shook his head and said, "Since something happened a few years ago, Master no longer allows others to enter the courtyard to visit at will."

"Oh, then I'm really lucky."

"But some time ago, a man from the Shaolin Temple came to visit the master. The guy spent all day thinking about how to promote Shaolin Kung Fu, and he went down the mountain within a few days."

"He must be very good in martial arts from Shaolin Temple."

"Yeah, this guy's powerful adamantine legs look quite intimidating."