Tong Fu'an answered his younger brother: "I don't know the specifics, but I heard from the master that this kind of Kung Fu is extremely vicious and difficult to practice. After mastering it, only the Xiaoyao function of our sect can compete with it. However, the Xiaoyao Kung Fu is more difficult to practice. How many Qinglian sects can compete with it?
No one has mastered it in generations, so if we master this magical skill of ice and fire, we will be invincible."
"Invincible?" Tong Fuquan stroked the scriptures, his eyes full of fascination.
"Well, then we brothers will become our own sect, invincible in the world, hahaha——" Tong Fu'an looked up to the sky and laughed proudly.
Unconsciously, after walking for several more days, the two of them bumped into each other and entered Kyoto. Kyoto was bustling. The two of them mingled with the crowd. Seeing that no one was chasing them, they relaxed their vigilance. That evening, Tong Fuan sold the carriage.
After exchanging silver coins, I took my brother to an inn, and after a hearty meal, I lay down in the guest room.
"Brother, what should we do next?" Tong Fuquan asked.
Tong Fu'an rested his head on his hands and fell into deep thought. After a while, he said: "We have to find a place to settle down. The money will be spent soon."
Tong Fuquan thought for a moment and said, "Let's find a place to live, and then use the silver coins to sell some side dishes. We can earn some living expenses and practice martial arts in our free time."
Tong Fu'an nodded: "That's a good idea. Let's rest tonight and let's find a secluded house early tomorrow morning."
The two brothers figured it out, because they were too tired from running around these days, and they both fell asleep without realizing it.
The next day, when Tong Fu'an woke up, the sun was shining brightly. He sat up and felt that his head was heavy. "Fuquan! Fuquan!" He turned to look at his brother and saw that he was still sleeping, so he called out twice.
, but the younger brother didn’t react at all.
Tong Fu'an felt a shiver in his heart, and reached for the bundle by the bedside, only to see that the bundle had been opened, the clothes inside were turned around in a mess, and the silver coins were missing. Fortunately, the book he regarded as life was still there!
"A thief has come in!" Tong Fu'an's first reaction was that he was feeling dizzy, and he was obviously intoxicated.
"Fuquan! Fuquan! Wake up!" He pushed his brother hard. Tong Fuquan opened his eyes in confusion and looked at his brother blankly.
"A thief came in and our money was stolen!" Tong Fu'an said angrily.
"What! Thief?!" Tong Fuquan finally woke up and sat up suddenly.
"Yes, we are penniless now, how can we settle the bill with the shopkeeper later?" Tong Fu'an said worriedly after getting dressed.
Tong Fuquan also got up and tidied up, frowned and said, "Let's escape through the back window."
"That's the only way." Tong Fu'an looked at the alley under the back window and nodded in agreement. The two of them climbed up the window one after another and jumped out. Just as they were about to run away, they were seen by the waiter who came out to take out the garbage.
"Come on, come on! Catch these two thieves who are eating Bawang's meal and staying at Bawang's restaurant!" the waiter shouted.
"Looking for death!" Tong Fu'an cursed secretly, flicked his hand back, and an arrow flew out from his sleeve and pierced the waiter's throat. The waiter immediately fell to the ground, but the shopkeeper had already heard the cry and led a group of helpers to steal the kitchen knives and pots.
Shovel chased him out, but Tong Fu'an did not dare to seriously injure anyone, so he dragged Tong Fuquan and ran away.
The shopkeeper chased them for a while and reported them to the police. Immediately, the police were dispatched, and the two Tong Fuan brothers were chased and ran around, causing chaos in the peaceful market of Kyoto.
"Brother! What should I do?" Tong Fuquan turned around in a panic, looked at the swarming pursuers, and asked anxiously.
"Run!" Tong Fu'an said one word.
The two of them were running forward with their heads down. Suddenly, a woman shouted in front of them. They were so frightened that they suddenly stopped and raised their heads in panic. They saw their master, Yunmeng Xiangu, fluttering in white clothes, riding on a horse, holding a long sword, and leading all the brothers.
The senior sister stood coldly in the middle of the road.
"Master!" Tong Fu'an and Tong Fu couldn't help but take a few steps back, their knees weakened, and they fell to their knees.
"Two evil beasts! How dare you steal scriptures from the Sutra Pavilion and escape down the mountain! Tie them up!" Fairy Yunmeng ordered. The two brothers jumped off their horses and ran over with ropes in hand to tie them up.
After risking their lives for so many days, all their previous efforts were wasted in an instant. The two brothers looked at each other with unwilling expressions on their faces.
"Take it back to the mountain and deal with it! Let's go!" After finishing speaking, Fairy Yunmeng took back her sword, turned around and floated away. Brother Tong Fu'an was carried on the shoulders of his senior brothers. After getting on the horse, he followed the master closely, regardless of the chasing police.
, and left quickly.
It would be better for the master to take them back to the mountain than to escape while they fled. After walking for a long time and feeling tired, she stopped at a roadside restaurant and went into the store on her own.
The disciples parked their horses and escorted the Tong brothers into the shop. Everyone sat down under the master and ate and drank quietly. Brother Tong Fu'an was left in the corner. They smelled the aroma of the food and couldn't help it.
Swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.
At this moment, a group of men came in from outside, sat down next to each other, and made a lot of noise, asking the restaurant to serve wine and food.
Fairy Yunmeng was suddenly disturbed. She couldn't help but put down her chopsticks and frowned.
Yunmeng's disciples saw their master frowning. The eldest disciple turned back to look at those people and said to his master: "They are a bunch of reckless men. Let me chase them away."
Yunmeng didn't say anything, just sat there with a bored look on his face.
The eldest disciple stood up and walked to the table of the group of people. His face was as cold as ice and his tone was domineering: "Please move to another place. Our master thinks you are making too much noise."
Those people were quiet for a moment, looking at him in surprise, and then the whole table was pounding the table and chairs and laughing wildly.
The face of Yunmeng's eldest disciple suddenly changed, he drew his sword from his waist and shouted: "What are you laughing at? Get out!"
"Are you blind?! People from the Duanmu Family's Jiyu Jianzhuang, how dare you come here and yell? Are you tired of living?" A big man at the table stood up, slammed the table, and shouted.
"Hmph! So what about the Duanmu family?" The eldest disciple kicked their dining table over, and the food and wine spilled all over the floor.
"Rebellion! Rebel!" The men roared and showed their swords one after another. For a moment, the disciples of Qinglian Sect also jumped up and came to fight. For a moment, the tavern was filled with the sounds of killing and chaos.
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The disciples of the Qinglian Sect are very skilled in martial arts, but the Duanmu family members are also unambiguous. The tavern is too small, and they have already fought outside in the courtyard.
Fairy Yunmeng had been sitting calmly, as if the fight had nothing to do with her, while Brother Tong Fu'an opened his eyes alertly during this sudden turn of events, looking for an opportunity to escape.
The people of Jiyu Jianzhuang did not gain the upper hand at first, but the Duanmu family was so big. After a while, there was a report that attracted a large group of people and surrounded the tavern. At this time, Yunmeng raised his head and said coldly
Look outside.
Seeing that her disciple was already dying, she finally drew out her long sword, and like a white crane, she flew out of the tavern and rushed into the formation. Her white clothes were fluttering, and her sword was dancing like an airtight one.