Chapter 157 Do you think I am the petty person from Shaolin Temple?
The old master pretended to be ferocious and stepped closer to Ah Zhen, while his right hand continued to make gestures at her curves.
Upon seeing this, Ah Zhen shouted in panic: "What do you want to do, damn bald donkey?!"
"Don't be afraid. It may hurt at first, but I will try to get it done as quickly as possible."
After saying this, the old master put his hand on A-Zhen's face to look for traces of the disguise mask. However, after rubbing her face for a long time, he found no trace of the disguise.
"Ah Rong, she doesn't seem to be disguised."
"Then he is not your old lover."
"oh"
After the old master was sure that Ah Zhen was not the red lemon he had missed for a long time, he slumped on the ground in a daze.
At this time, Ah Zhen, who was pressed down by her senior brother with his knees, had already accumulated her anger to the extreme. She roared angrily, and her true energy exploded, forcing everyone away several meters away in an instant!
"ah!!!!"
Ah Zhen glared angrily at the old master who fell to the ground. The bald donkey first touched her hand and then touched her face. She couldn't bear it anymore. She raised her sword and swung an invisible sword energy towards the old master in an instant.
Feeling the oncoming sharp energy, the old master suddenly woke up. He kicked off the ground with his legs and instantly jumped four to five meters high to the roof while dodging the sword.
"Don't even think about running away!"
Ah Zhen obviously didn't want to let go of this old monk who had repeatedly belittled her. She raised her energy and jumped up to the roof. Upon seeing this, the old master jumped off the roof again. When Ah Zhen jumped down after him, the old master jumped up again with his energy. Up
Zheng Jirong held his senior brother's shoulders and looked at him dumbfounded.
"The eagle catches the chicken?"
"Senior Brother, don't we need to go up and help?"
"Help? Junior brother, even the master couldn't catch him when he was running for his life. This witch has not mastered kung fu yet, so there is no need to worry about the old master."
Hearing the words of the eldest brother, Zheng Jirong was secretly stunned. This woman had just slashed a sword energy several meters away in the air, scaring him so much. However, in the eyes of the eldest brother, her skill was not good enough.
Return to Hong Kong Island tomorrow!
If he continues to stay in this place, sooner or later he will end up with a broken heart.
At this time, an old but high-pitched voice rang in everyone's ears.
"Stop making noise"
Zheng Jirong and others did not feel anything strange after hearing this, but the witch Ah Zhen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. She looked at a stooped figure not far away in shock, her lips trembled and said: "Lion Roaring Skill?"
At this time, the figure in the darkness walked out with a smile, it was Master Long Eyebrow!
After Zheng Jirong saw it, he quickly ran over and held his arm, "Master, please forgive me. My disciple did not do his job well and allowed this witch to disturb the master's rest."
Changmei patted his head, grinned and said: "Your little energy is not enough to get rid of demons, let alone insects."
Zheng Jirong rubbed his head and said with a smile: "That's why I came to Wulongyuan."
The senior brother also came over at this time. He asked Changmei: "Master, this witch is here to steal the [Marrow Cleansing Sutra]. She should be acquainted with the previous female devil."
Changmei nodded, walked up to Ah Zhen who had collapsed on the ground and had no ability to resist, and said with a smile: "Little sister, who are you, the woman who sent people to our Oolong Courtyard to steal the secret book before?"
Ah Zhen glared at Chang Mei and said, "That's my sister. You killed my sister. I came here just to steal the [Marrow Cleansing Sutra], and then kill all of you bald donkeys to avenge her!"
"What the hell!" When Zheng Jirong heard her being so arrogant, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and wanted to give him some color.
"Hey", the senior brother stopped Zheng Jirong and advised: "Don't be so impatient, Ah Rong, we will hand her over to you after we finish interrogating her and let you do whatever you want."
"???"
In the field, Master Changmei sighed softly and said: "Your sister's death does have something to do with our Wulongyuan, but if she didn't have the idea of [Marrow Cleansing Sutra], how could she end up dead?"
"Now that you are outnumbered, you can say whatever you want. If you have the ability, kill me now!"
"Killing people? We monks never kill people."
After Changmei heard this, he shook his head repeatedly. The senior brother then reminded: "Master, why don't we throw her into the grotto in the back mountain and lock her up for decades, just like suppressing evil spirits."
"Holy shit!"
After hearing this, Changmei angrily picked up his crutch and hit his senior brother on the head several times, "Do you think I'm that petty person from the Shaolin Temple who easily imprisons people for decades!"
The eldest brother grinned and rubbed the big swollen bump on his head, and said aggrievedly: "You can't kill or imprison me, so what do you think I should do?"
"Arong."
Zheng Jirong was looking at the swollen bump on his senior brother's head in shock. How did the master practice this? As soon as you knock it down, a big bag will pop up instantly.
After hearing Changmei's call, he immediately came back to his senses, "What's wrong, Master?"
"Ah Rong, what do you think should be done with this woman?"
"What else is there to say! This woman has a vicious heart and is ruthless. If she stays alive, she will only make money expensive! As for how to deal with her, I think I'd better ask my senior brother first."
After saying that, Zheng Jirong walked up to the old master who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, picked up a branch on the ground and poked him twice and asked, "Senior brother? Are you dead?"
"Stop it, Ah Rong, I'm almost exhausted."
The old master had just jumped back and forth between the roof and the ground dozens of times in one breath, and he had long since collapsed from exhaustion.
"Master is asking how to deal with Ah Zhen, don't you want to hear it?"
"You can deal with it as you wish, but if possible, keep her alive."
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Zheng Jirong knew something in his mind. After knowing that Ah Zhen had nothing to do with his old lover Hong Meng, his filter on this woman had completely disappeared and he had successfully moved on from the river of love.
Seeing that he had no constructive suggestions here, Zheng Jirong said to Changmei: "Master, I think it's better to cripple her martial arts, dissipate all her energy, and then leave her down the mountain to fend for herself."
After hearing this, Ah Zhen said in shock and anger: "Shut up! If you have the ability, kill me directly. If you dare to abolish my martial arts today, I will commit suicide on the spot for you to see. Then this blood debt will still be remembered on your heads!"
Changmei smiled and said to Zheng Jirong: "Ah Rong, I think it's better to let her follow you to Hong Kong Island. Let you watch her, so that the masters and brothers can rest assured."
"ah?"
Zheng Jirong couldn't help but take a few steps back. He pointed at Ah Zhen on the ground and said anxiously: "This woman can chop out sword energy. How can I watch her? What if she chops me up one day?"
"This is simple."
Before she finished speaking, Changmei's figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Ah Zhen. Before she could react, the crutch in Changmei's hand had already hit her Dantian, and Ah Zhen let out a scream in an instant.
"ah"
After Zheng Jirong saw this, he walked up to Changmei and asked, "What does this mean, master?"
"I have dissipated half of her energy. It will take at least five or six years for her to come back to practice again. She should be no match for you now, so you don't have to worry, Ah Rong."
Changmei retracted his crutch, shook his eyebrows at Zheng Jirong and said proudly.
"Um"
Looking at Ah Zhen who was holding his stomach on the ground and groaning in pain, Zheng Jirong pondered for a moment and then asked: "Are there any poisons in our courtyard called [Three Corpse Brain Pills] or [Baotei Yijin Pills]?"
Changmei thought for a while and shook his head: "I've never heard of it. What do you want to do?"
"No?" Zheng Jirong frowned and asked again: "Then there is no such thing as [smiling half a step] or [losing one's life in one day]?"
"No," Changmei then shook his head and said, "Why do you need so much medicine?"
Zheng Jirong then said without giving up: "Can you know [the Talisman of Life and Death], master?"
"I know how to draw ghost talismans."
"No, master, you don't have any control at all, so you just handed her over to me. You are really afraid that I won't die!"
"Didn't I destroy half of her martial arts skills? Ah Rong, you are so cowardly, and you still have the nerve to say that you are high in society?"
Zheng Jirong wanted to retort a few more words, but suddenly he saw the master's hand holding the cane lift up. He stopped talking for a moment, coughed twice, walked to A Zhen and squatted down in front of him.
Seeing that the woman was still on the ground with a look of pain on her face, he shouted: "Stop pretending! I'm just trying to vent my energy. It's not like I'm breaking your hands and feet and wriggling around like a maggot."
Upon hearing this, Ah Zhen glared at Zheng Jirong and said angrily: "Shut up if you don't know how to speak!"
"You think I want to talk to you? Did you hear what my master just said?"
"Haha", Ah Zhen said with a sneer: "I heard it clearly, you are such a useless man. Now that I have lost half of my skills, you don't dare to keep me by your side?"
"Oh, you don't want to die now, do you? Didn't you just want to die?"
Zheng Jirong cast a disdainful glance at Ah Zhen, who was speechless. As soon as this woman saw that she didn't have to die and that her martial arts didn't have to be completely useless, she immediately looked like a different person. She was really spineless, unlike her own pride.
"I won't talk nonsense to you. If you stay with me for three years, I won't care where you go after three years."
"Three years? Your master told you to keep an eye on me."
Zheng Jirong glanced back, but at this time, except for the old master who was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, the master and senior brother were all gone.
He shrugged and said to Ah Zhen, "You see, my master has left it to me to make the decision."
"snort!"
Ah Zhen snorted coldly, got up from the ground and said in a deep voice: "Let me tell you first, I am not your prisoner or subordinate."
"Tch, I won't bother to care about you until we get to Hong Kong Island."
After Zheng Jirong finished speaking, he stood up and said, "Go back to your house and pack your things. We will go down the mountain tomorrow, and..."
He pointed at Ah Zhen and warned: "I advise you not to think about taking the opportunity to escape. You can't escape. If you don't believe me, you can try."
Ah Zhen glanced at Zheng Jirong silently, snorted coldly, turned around and jumped a few times before disappearing.
Zheng Jirong wasn't worried that she would really dare to run away. He could make her vomit blood with just one sentence from a distance of tens of meters. She wouldn't run away now if she had any brains.