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"Although he's gone, he won't let it go so easily." The old monk said slowly, "How are you going to prevent the unforeseen from happening?"

"This …" Thousand-Hands did not know what to say.

It was as if he could only smile wryly.

The old monk sighed and said, "This short trip to Hangzhou will be the most eventful. You must pay special attention."

Qin Zhao was startled. "Old Master, you're saying that the female thief with the surname Yun will come again?"

"Of course she will come. However, the person who has come this time is much stronger than her …" The old monk said.

Qin Zhen was stunned again.

"Fourth Miss Yun doesn't have any special abilities." The old monk said slowly, "But the person behind her... "However, he has a strong background. His martial arts are very powerful. I am afraid it would be very difficult to find an opponent for him in the martial arts world …"

Hearing this, Qin Zhao couldn't help but be stunned. With a cold smile, he said, "In any case, I've already given them my life. One life is enough for any of them to come. It's up to them!"

The old monk muttered to himself, "Amitabha, if that's the case, then I won't have to meddle this time …"

Qin Zhao immediately noticed the displeasure on his opponent's face. At the same time, he also realized that he had acted on impulse. With a wry smile, he shook his head and said, "Old master, you don't have to blame me. "In front of me, I've lost my mind …"

As he spoke, he appeared to be quite impatient. He stood up and walked around the room, then came back and sat down, knocking his fist on the table repeatedly with a look of indignation and helplessness.

The old monk said, "Immeasurable Buddha, Almsgiver Qin, you can't be impatient about this matter. As far as I know, Lady Yun and the rest are not the only ones who intend to lay their hands on this silver. There are still a lot of them! "

Qin Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "Old Master, could it be that you're referring to the bandits from Northern Anhui?"

Daoist Master Chu Yun smiled and said, "You've heard a bit about it, yes, you came down from North Anhui."

Qin Zhao sneered, "The four old men of Shen Qiu?"

Monk Chu Yun shook his head. "If it's really these four people, then it's not worth worrying about."

Qin Zhao's expression suddenly changed. In his eyes, the legendary Shen Qiu and the other three elders were robbers in the north of Anhui Province. They killed and looted everything, so he couldn't think of anyone more powerful than them there.

He was now a frightened bird. When he heard this, he could not help but stare blankly at the monk in front of him without saying a word.

Monk Chu Yun originally wanted to say that Golden Chicken of Liaodong was past the age of Long Jiang, but as he didn't think that the other party would recognize him, he didn't want to reveal his whereabouts prematurely. He thought for a moment and then decided not to continue.

"Old Master, I really don't know how to deal with this. Master, please guide me along a clear path."

As Qin Ji spoke, his face was one of pleading and he was filled with grief and indignation. At the same time, he was experiencing the tragic loss of his family. Hot tears gushed out of his eyes, scattering dust bit by bit.

The old monk snorted and said, "Your experience is indeed tragic. It is a pity that a man who serves the public and is diligent in his duty has fallen into your present situation. It's rare for you to stick to justice and stay where you work... This is also why I, this outsider who has long since left the Three Realms, am here to meddle in this matter … "

Saying this, the old monk paused for a moment, then let out a sigh and said, "Since I have already meddled with this matter, it is very difficult for me to stay out of it. I am afraid that even the old monk will not be able to do anything about it …" If something goes wrong in this matter, I will be ashamed of you. The most important thing is to be ashamed of the millions of victims in Anhui province … "Amitabha …"

The old monk could not help but announce the Buddha's name again. His silver brows were trembling non-stop. It was obvious that he had encountered a huge problem within his heart.

Of course, to the old monk, his greatest predicament was that he had already sealed his sword. If he wanted him to interfere, it would be against his oath to kill, and even if he was forced to hurt others, it would be against his duty.

Before he made up his mind, he would make a internal struggle.

When Qin Zhao heard that the old monk had admitted to helping him, he felt his spirits lift. He stood up and bowed deeply to the old monk. "If Eldest Master is willing to help, then it would be a great achievement. I am relieved."

Monk Chu Yun suddenly shook his head with a heavy expression and said, "How would you know that this is going to be a thorny problem … Honestly speaking, although this old monk had the ability to lend you a hand, I have no confidence that I can secure a victory … "This is the most difficult thing I have ever experienced in my life. If I am lucky enough to help you succeed, and if you fail to do so due to me, then it would be unimaginable."

He sighed as his face was depressed. He frowned but didn't say anything.

Although Thousand-Hands did not know the background of this old monk, he had watched him fight just now. His martial arts were so high that it was practically the first time in his life that he was amazed.

To him, it was inconceivable that a person could train his martial arts to such an extent.

However, someone as capable as the old monk was still worried even when facing the future. It was evident that he was very afraid of the enemy that was going to arrive. From that, he could deduce the strength of the enemy.

With this thought, Qin Zhao couldn't help but secretly feel worried.

Monk Chu Yun smiled and said, "Although there are many future prospects, I have never seen a dead end. It is already late at night and you have a heavy responsibility to bear. You need to comfort your subordinates even more, but it is inconvenient for you to stay with me any longer. I'll come to see you tomorrow at noon and make arrangements for the trip. Go back! "

What he said made sense. Qin Zhen then stood up and said his goodbyes.

As he left the woodshed, a gust of cold wind blew in, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a hubbub of noise coming from the front yard. Suddenly, he saw a figure jump over at an extremely fast speed.

The courtyard was pitch black, so he could not see clearly. Only with the help of the moonlight could he vaguely see that the person was wearing black tights. He was tall, thin, and had a slightly arched back.

Due to the extremely fast speed, it was only a few ups and downs, yet it had already arrived in front of his eyes.

As soon as Thousand-Hands had set his eyes on Qin Zhaoyang, he had already realized that Qin Zhaoyang was definitely not a kind-hearted person.

He could hear the shouts of his own people behind him, and he knew it was not bad. They would not be able to pass easily if they met on a narrow path.

He then shouted angrily, "Where are you going, scoundrel?"

As the words left his mouth, Qin Zhao's left foot bent forward slightly. His right hand trembled and two throwing knives flew out. They met the incoming person's left and right shoulders and were sent out in unison. "Hiss — hiss —"

The person snorted. He was holding a curved iron staff – a snake shaped crutch. He stretched out his hand and with two clangs, he blew away the flying daggers that were flying towards him.

Qin Zhao pushed off with the tip of his feet, and with the momentum of a tiger pouncing on its prey, he arrived in front of the man.

This person's face was full of anger and impatience. There were people chasing him from behind, and they didn't want to stay any longer. With a cold laugh, they pulled themselves up without waiting for Qin Zhao's hands to arrive and landed on a corner of the roof.

However, he didn't let the man go. Instead, he somersaulted in the air and chased after the man who was flying — but the moment he leaped up, he took out a saber that was tied around his waist and slashed at the man's head.

With a "dang," he blocked Qin Zhaogui's sabre. "Good boy, your body is indeed slippery." He saw Qin Zhaoyi's body twist backwards from the force of the blow and kicked the tiles with both of his feet. With a "whoosh", he flew another fifteen meters away and landed on the tiles in the center of the room.

The moonlight was like silver, sprinkling on top of the tiles as if it was covered in a layer of frost. This person could not easily be hidden under the moonlight.

He seemed to have been exposed and was eager to retreat. As soon as his body was released, he rolled over on the tile surface, and with a clatter of tiles, he jumped up a second time. He moved so fast that he was like a leopard cat, bending his back and pouncing towards another tile.

Qin Zhao was startled. He didn't expect the other party to have slipped so far. It seemed that Qing Gong was not a match for him, but he was afraid that the other party would take the opportunity to escape. He shot out a concealed weapon, the "Piercing Wind Darts on the Deck".

The man chuckled, his white teeth showing in the moonlight like a wolf.

The snake-shaped crutch swung out again. With a "heh" sound, it ignited a spark, causing Qin Zhao's dart to fly to the side once again.

The man jumped up for the third time. He was trying to grab a branch from the top of the ridge – but he failed this time.

Suddenly, the branch that had been speared by the spike fell back about a foot as if it had been struck by a sudden gust of wind. This caused the man's legs to fall to the ground, and he lost his balance as he fell head first onto the ground.

Almost at the same time, a figure descended from the sky. It was the old monk that lived in the woodshed, Chu Yun.

Before the Monk had appeared, Qin Zhao had already picked up a "Wooden Penetrating Dart" and buckled it on his right hand.

He used both of his hands to unleash his ultimate technique. He was famous for being able to move far and wide. At this moment, he didn't even hesitate as he shouted, "Look at my dart!"

Once the sound was heard, the escort team would appear!

With a flick of his left hand, a cold star flew towards the back of the night walker who had appeared earlier.

"That person was originally very agile, but he was scared when a monk suddenly appeared. He faced the enemy on both sides but lost his agility and quickly dodged to the right after listening. He was a step too slow to dodge the attack." Puff! Qin Zhao's dart hit him squarely on his calf.

The man let out an "ah" sound and staggered forward. He rolled on the tile surface, "Hua La La", but broke another piece of tile.

Just as he was about to stand up straight, there was a "hu" sound. The tall Monk Chu Yun appeared in front of him once again.

With a groan, this person's body didn't even have time to leap before he swung the snake shaped staff in his hand at the monk in front of him.

The monk harrumphed coldly, his right hand suddenly stretched forward and forcefully aimed at the snake shape.

The man was shocked, seeing the monk's movements, he immediately knew that he was not a good opponent, and the wound on his leg was too painful, he did not dare to fight with the other party, so he quickly retreated, did a somersault, and jumped onto another roof ridge.

In terms of speed, this man's movement technique was truly fast. To be able to do this even with injuries, he was truly not simple. Unfortunately, tonight, his luck was not good, and he actually met this troublesome monk.

He landed on the ground and a shadow flashed in front of him. The monk was holding onto a large amount of energy as he stood in front of him again.

Without saying a word, the man bent his body backwards. One move, "Golden Carp Wave", "Chi!" He dashed out once more.

Even so, he was still unable to escape from the Monk's clutches. For a moment, he saw figures shuttling through the sky like a pair of wild geese fighting each other.

In this seemingly game like chase, regardless of how the previous man displayed, switching directions, he still couldn't put aside the monk in front of him.

In a moment of desperation, the man let out a loud roar, and the moment he landed for the fifth time, the snake-shaped crutch fell right on top of the monk's head — in his mind, even if the monk was skilled, he would not dare to face his turn empty-handed.

He hadn't expected that things would turn out so weirdly.

He had not expected that one of the Monk's Giant Spirit Palms would suddenly change directions and come out from behind him. With a "pu" sound, he grabbed the snake-shaped crutch and pulled it out of the man's hand with great force.

That person used all of his strength and tightly held onto the staff, but the monk's arm strength was incredibly strong. The monk's hand strength could not even compete with the monk's, and the snake shaped twist in the monk's hand fell into the monk's hand.

As the old monk's staff descended, with a whoosh, a shadow of the staff had already appeared before the man's eyes. However, it did not truly fall, or else the man's brain would have burst apart.

A powerful force was coming from the Iron Crutch Sect. It was pointing at the human face, causing his eyes to turn cold and blink continuously.

At this moment, if this man wanted to escape, even if he moved, his life would be in danger. The reason was that the old monk's inner strength was astonishing.

This forced him to temporarily give up the idea of escaping. He could only constantly roll his white eyeballs around the old monk's body. He was astonished by the appearance of this old monk.

At that time, Thousand-Hands had already arrived in front of them. Perhaps it was because his heart was filled with hatred, but he hated any bandits with ulterior motives for coming here. The person in front of him was no exception.

He then shouted angrily and stabbed the man in the chest with the blade in his hand.

The saber light suddenly appeared, and the old monk said, "I can't."