"I have to do something, and it's not convenient to take my two children with me, so I want them to live in the temple temporarily, and I asked the master to make it easier for me," Hong Kang said.

"Donor Hong, you don't have to be polite. This is a trivial matter." Master Rusong clasped his hands and said, "But, do you have to go, Donor Hong?"

"Although Brother Song Dao didn't say in the letter what Donor Hong wanted to do, I can feel that Donor Hong has murderous intentions brewing, which means he wants to do something shocking."

Hong Kang was not surprised that Master Rusong could discover his murderous intention.

How could it be possible for an ordinary monk to associate with a hermit like Song Zhongqian?

What's more, when he was outside the temple just now, Hong Kang noticed that Master Rusong was also very talented in martial arts.

The whole body smells harmonious and harmonious.

Hong Kang just said in a confused way: "The enemy can do something, so can I; the enemy can go, so can I go."

This sentence shows his attitude.

Although Hong Kang will not rely on his own strength to find trouble at will, he is not a person who is afraid of trouble.

These Japanese swordsmen have come to your doorstep, and you are not a piece of wood?!

"Amitabha~!"

Master Rusong recited the Buddha's name again: "In this case, I can only recite sutras and pray for Benefactor Hong."

Hong Kang said: "Thank you, Master."

The next few days.

Hong Kang accompanied his two apprentices to adapt to life in Mingguang Temple, and bought some supplies for the temple.

Although it was for Song Zhongqian's sake, the three masters and apprentices could not feel at ease and just ate and drank for free.

At the same time, Hong Kang was also collecting some information about Yagyu Ichibei.

Hong Kang collected information much faster than ordinary people. He found some Japanese rogues, knocked them unconscious, and then hypnotized them, and he quickly got the information he needed.

Regarding the information about Yagyu Ichibei, although I know some information from Yagyu Ichibei, it was news a few months ago, so the information must be updated in time.

After Hong Kang returned to Mingguang Temple, while teaching Kung Fu to his two apprentices, he unexpectedly received a piece of news.

When Hong Kang was teaching Zhao Xinchuan "Taihe Gong", Master Ru Song passed by and saw him.

He wanted to avoid it, but Hong Kang said he didn't care.

He was never afraid of others watching when he taught Kung Fu, as long as he didn't disturb himself.

Zhao Xinchuan has been practicing "Taihe Gong" for two months. His inner Qi has been condensed, but he is still very unfamiliar with "moving Qi".

After looking at it, Master Rusong suddenly said: "Donor Hong, I seem to have seen the inner qi produced by your qigong. Let me think about it... I saw it in Shiwukui Lane."

"Really?" Hong Kang said, "They are probably some people from my sect!"

"I didn't expect to meet some brothers here? Master, do you know his name?"

Hong Kang actually has quite a few brothers and sisters of his generation, almost twenty of them.

They were collected by Peng Xiaowen in his early years.

In fact, we can’t call them senior brothers, we should say they are all senior brothers, because Hong Kang is a close disciple accepted by Peng Xiaowen!

It's the smallest one.

"He lives in seclusion in a small Taoist temple and does cleaning work. By the way, his name is Zhou Xiyu."

Boom!

The three words "Zhou Xiyu" sounded like a thunderous explosion.

Suddenly the memory of Hong Kang emerged.

Zhou Xiyu, "Ape Attack Technique".

Hong Kang didn't expect to hear this name from Master Rusong today.

He thought it would take a lot of effort to get the news about Zhou Xiyu.

"Donor Hong, what's wrong with you?!" Master Rusong woke up Hong Kang who was in a daze.

"Oh, it's nothing." Hong Kang came to his senses and said, "It's just... I didn't expect it to be Senior Brother Zhou!"

"Thank you for the information, Master. He and I... haven't seen each other for a long time."

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Shiwukui Alley, this short Jiangnan alley has its own unique history and flavor.

Zhumen, white walls, black tiles;

Wooden windows, attic, bluestone path;

Courtyard, well, old locust tree;

Everything is full of authentic market flavor.

The old streets and alleys are full of fireworks and human touch.

At the end of the alley, there is a Taoist temple. The Taoist temple is nameless and only houses a middle-aged Taoist priest.

This Taoist priest moved here two years ago.

His clothes are very old, and he wears several sets of gray robes throughout the year, but they are washed very clean, so he does not look slovenly.

He is very gentle in dealing with others. In the past two years, he has never had a crush on any of his neighbors.

Even when he met a neighbor who was a bit irritable, this Taoist priest always had a smile on his face, and he would suffer a little if he suffered.

Dusk and sunset.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was holding a bamboo broom and sweeping the fallen leaves.

When the weather gets cold, the leaves fall off every day.

It was swept now and then dropped, as if it was deliberately torturing people.

But the middle-aged Taoist priest's expression when sweeping the floor was very gentle, neither impatient nor impatient, as if he was doing a wonderful thing.

It seems like I can understand something from sweeping the floor!!

Hong Kang walked into the small Taoist temple under the afterglow of the setting sun.

It's just that his outfit is a little different today. He has an extra mask.

Hong Kang did not conceal the sound of his footsteps, of course Zhou Xiyu heard it.

"Sir, it's getting late today. If you want to burn incense, please come early tomorrow."

Zhou Xiyu turned around as he spoke and saw a masked man in black standing there.

Zhou Xiyu's smile disappeared and his hand holding the broom tightened slightly.

"Sir, are you here to see me? I don't seem to know you, sir."

Hong Kang did not answer and lowered his voice: "Are you Zhou Xiyu, the strongest person of this generation in [Tai Chi Sect]?!"

"Tai Chi Gate?!" Zhou Xiyu muttered.

He hadn't heard these three words for a long time, and they suddenly aroused his thoughts.

"I am no longer a member of the [Tai Chi Sect], I am just a wild Taoist priest now."

Hong Kang said: "Whether you are from the [Tai Chi Sect] or not, it is undeniable that your martial arts are better than the leader of this generation, Peng Ganwu."

"Since I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for the strongest one!!"

Hong Kang’s voice was sonorous.

In his words, he portrayed himself as a man who loves martial arts and is crazy about martial arts.

"Watch the move!"

A loud shout.

Hong Kang moved his legs and kicked his feet, and he rushed towards Zhou Xiyu like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

In order to cover up his kung fu, he did not use the "Flying Cloud Step", but chose to explode his physical strength and internal energy.

A straight punch.

A very ordinary punch.

But coupled with Hong Kang's strength and speed, this punch can kill an adult horse.

The force of the fist shook the air.

The stirred air surges, ready to become reality.

The fist tore through the air, making a whining sound.

Zhou Xiyu was shocked in his heart: "What a terrifying horizontal kung fu practice!!"

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Hong Kang did not use any inner energy, but relied solely on his overwhelming strength.

Zhou Xiyu moved his broom horizontally, drawing a wonderful arc.

The fallen leaves on the ground follow the trajectory of the broom, circling like a long dragon.

"Cloud Hands!"

This was originally a boxing technique, but when Zhou Xiyu used it with a broom, it was still as powerful as ever.

But how could some leaves hurt Hong Kang's body!

Hong Kang's fist strength increased by another three points.

"roar!"
Chapter completed!