Chapter 36

"All right." Duan Hong shakes his head in a daze and says in secret: whatever. The most urgent thing is to make some money and treat my uncle. Then he goes home to teach the Xu family a lesson of blood. As for the five sects and thirteen sects and the Qingcheng situ Bo, it's none of my business, and the Wang family - it depends“ Master, please tell me what to do now? " Kuki handed the iron order to Duan Hong and said, "Wukong, you go to the king's house to eliminate the poison of the great grandson first, and then you go to the Qingcheng sect to investigate the matter clearly. They don't dare to embarrass you with the iron order."“ All right Duan Hong put the black iron order into his pocket. The door of the Zen room was pushed open, and two old monks, Kucao and kugen, came in. The monk's clothes on the withered grass are ragged and black under the eyes. Kugen's nostrils were dilated, and his body was bruised and bruised. It was obvious that they had been fighting fiercely just now. Kuki said, "Amitabha, two younger martial brothers, they are so old that they are still like children."“ Don't come, old man Kugen has a hot temper. Just now, the two of them have heard the conversation between Duan Hong and Kuki. They will know that Duan Hong is going. They are very reluctant to leave. Otherwise, the fight will not stop. The withered grass took out a silver flat wine bottle from the ragged cuff and said, "Wu wine, take this bottle of Wu Mu wine with you. Remember to take a sip if you encounter bad people you can't beat on the road, or if you are crazy and can't control yourself." Duan Hong's heart softened: Although the second master was harsh on me on weekdays, he often soaked me in different medicinal wine, but it was for my good. Kugen took out a black box the size of his fist from behind him and said, "Wushi, this is the black jade ointment. You can take it. No matter it's trauma or internal injury, it can be cured. As for the poison of great grandson, if it can be cured, it can be cured. If it can't be cured, it can be cured." Duan Hong looked at the three people in front of him. His nose was slightly sour. He had been together day and night for four years. He was reluctant to leave. Kuki took off his other shoe, took out a hundred yuan note from it, and said, "Wukong, this is the last sum of money for my teacher. Save it." Duan Hong took the banknote with the smell of smelly salty fish, looked at the expression of withered wood, as if he were cutting the meat on his body, a burst of disdain in his heart: old man withered, when I don't know you still have a safe under the bed? What a shame!