The slight "swish" sound from the worn-out broom seemed particularly clear in the quiet book cabinet.

The old monk with a kind face is extremely elegant and elegant.

Qingyan's face was rosy as a child, and her long, frosty beards slowly whirled, with a flowing expression.

Just one look and you will know that this person is a hidden master.

He was like a sudden ghost, looking at it without any malice, but inexplicably gave people a sense of oppression and dared not get close to him.

Chen Mu was speechless at this time.

There is actually a floor-sweeping monk hidden in the Yin-Yang Sect Book Pavilion? This is too beautiful.

"Do you know him?"

Chen Mu turned his head and looked at Shao Siming beside him.

However, the girl's puzzled eyes had already shown that she did not know this mysterious monk.

Could it be the secret servant of the Heavenly Lord?

"Where did the master come from? Why is it in the Yin-Yang Sect Book Pavilion?"

Chen Mu looked at the sweeping monk vigilantly.

The old monk wearing a shabby monk hat carefully cleaned the ground, his voice softly: "It doesn't matter where I come from. What matters is where the two come from, and where they should go back."

"I'll investigate the death of the Heavenly Lord. If you are the Heavenly Lord's servant, don't you want to know the real murderer?"

Chen Mu asked coldly.

The sweeping monk sighed and said with a slight silence: "Isn't the real murderer already imprisoned in the Siguo Tower? Why bother investigating again?"

"Everyone knows whether Dasiming is the murderer."

A hint of ridicule appeared on Chen Mu's lips, and he deliberately used temptation and provocation to say. "You insist on stopping you, do you know who the real culprit is?"

The sweeping monk shook his head without saying a word, silently sweeping the ground.

Even though the ground was spotless, he still swept it very seriously. Every time he waved the broom, it seemed to have a unique rhythm.

Chen Mu did not sense a strong aura from the other party, but he understood that this old monk was definitely a top master.

What to do now?

A forced fight is definitely not possible. If you really annoy this monk, the consequences will inevitably be unimaginable.

It seems that I can only go back and discuss it again.

Chen Mu, unwilling to give in, continued to persuade: "The Grand Secretary is also a disciple of the Heavenly Lord. Now he has been wronged as the real murderer. If he cannot quell the injustice, he will definitely be executed. Are you just watching her die?"

The sweeping monk was still silent.

He swept the floor carefully from left to right step by step, neither slow nor slow.

When he swept to Chen Mu, he said warmly: "Donor, please take a step back, thank you."

"oh oh."

Chen Mu didn't dare to be timid and took a step back.

After cleaning, the sweeping monk came to Shao Siming again, his voice still so kind and kind: "Donor, please take a step back."

But Shao Siming did not move, his delicate eyes staring at the other party.

The sweeping monk smiled slightly and said, "Donor, please take a step back. I want to clean up the bookhouse."

Shao Siming still stood still.

Chen Mu was a little nervous and leaned into the girl's ear and whispered: "Let me give it first, I'll tell you that this kind of sweeping monk who looks very low-key and ordinary, has a terrifying cultivation level. If you don't take action, you'll have to lie down as soon as you take action. This is my experience, I won't lie to you."

In Chen Mu's world, the sweeping monk is an invincible existence.

You can mess with the abbot, but you must never mess with the sweeping monk.

Otherwise, just wait for the slap in the face.

Faced with Chen Mu's persuasion, Shao Siming seemed to have not heard it, and stood quietly in place, staring at the old monk without blinking.

"Amitabha……"

The sweeping monk performed the Buddhist ritual with one hand and smiled and said, "Female donor, take a step back and the sea will be wide open."

This is already a warning!

Chen Mu's heartbeat faster and he quietly pulled the girl's sleeve.

This girl's head is really iron, of course, because of her lack of experience, she cannot be blamed.

"Female donor, retreat"

Before the monk sweeping the floor finished speaking, Shao Siming suddenly punched.

The delicate pink fist is very petite, with the intention of the fist flowing, but it is filled with powerful energy.

Chen Mu's expression changed drastically. Unexpectedly, this girl took action directly. Just as she was about to help resist the counterattack of the sweeping monk, she saw the old monk in front of her spewing blood and flew backwards, hitting heavily on the wall.

The air instantly became dead silent.

Chen Mu opened his mouth and looked at the sweeping monk who was constantly coughing, and was in a state of absolute confusion for a moment.

What happened?

Why was this sweeping monk knocked away with one punch? Did he get the script wrong?

On the other hand, Shao Siming looked calm.

She took a lot of steps and was about to step forward, but Chen Mu pressed her shoulders and sneered disdainfully: "I've long seen that he is a paper tiger, let me do it!"

After saying that, the man rushed over.

Then he punched and kicked the monk.

"Pretending, right?"

"The Sweeping Monk is invincible, right?"

"Scare me, right?"

"You're such a leg! You're so pretty! You're obviously a pirated copy!"

“…”

The more Chen Mu thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became. He pulled off his monk's hat and slapped him at the bald head, and his head was beaten red.

The dignified captain was actually trapped in the hands of a charlatan monk.

It's embarrassing!

If it weren't for Shao Siming today, it would have become a shame!

"Stop fighting!"

"If you fight again, you will die! Hero, please spare your life! Stop fighting!"

"Help!"

“…”

The sweeping monk hugged his head and wailed and begged for mercy. He did not have the courage to be as floating as an immortal just now.

After a while, Chen Mu stopped fisting out of breath.

He leaned against the wall and slowly slowed down. He grabbed Shao Siming's skirt and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead without hesitation, and said to the girl: "From the first time this guy appeared, I knew he was a liar, it turns out to be true!"

The proud man completely forgot how he was frightened by the other party just now.

Shao Siming looked down at the stained hem of the skirt, frowned, and was not angry. He looked at the old monk with a bruised nose and swollen face and asked with beautiful eyes.

The old monk was beaten up so miserably at this time.

My eyes were swollen and I could not open it.

Chen Mu picked up the broom and twitched it twice, cursing: "Tell me, where did you come from? Are you a thief?"

"Stop hitting, I said...I said..."

Seeing Chen Mu rolling up his sleeves, the old monk's face was pale and said hurriedly, "I am not a thief. My name is Dugu Shenyou. I was captured by the Heavenly King ten years ago. I have been in the Yin-Yang Sect."

Dugu Shenyou?

Why does this name sound so second-rate?

He looked at Shao Siming, who also shook his head, saying that he had never heard of it.

"But why hasn't my wife seen you?"

Chen Mu kicked.

Of course, only the man knows whether the wife here refers to "Shao Siming" or "Yun Zhiyue".

The old monk sniffed the air conditioner and smiled bitterly: "I have been detained in the Dark Sky Prison. I didn't come out until a month ago. In order to find a way to relieve the toxins on my body, I sneaked into the book pavilion."

Dark Sky Prison?
To be continued...