Movie martial arts

Chapter 389 Master Tianfeng
Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang are going to find someone in southern Fujian, so they must narrow down the target range of the person they are looking for;
Since Tianfeng Shishiro entrusted his younger son to Ren Ci, it was natural that his eldest son would be entrusted to the first person who had laid hands with him.

As long as you can find out who this person is, you can also find out who is the person who planned everything. This is a very shallow truth.

Although I don't know who Ren Ci fought against Tianfeng Shishilang before, but after some analysis by Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang, we already know:
First, the name of this person must be very high, that's why Tianfeng Shishilang went to him first, and then to Ren Ci──There are not many people in the martial arts world who are more famous than the leader of the beggar gang, and the scope has narrowed .

Second, this person's martial arts must be extremely strong, so he can hurt Tianfeng Shishilang.

Thirdly, this person's temper must be the same as Ren Ci's, broad and generous, that's why he took in Tianfeng Shishilang's orphan and taught him all martial arts.

Fourth, this person must not like to show off, so although he defeated the master of swordsmanship from Dongying, no one in the Jianghu knew about it.

Fifth, this person must also be in southern Fujian, so after Tianfeng Shishilang was injured in the fight with him, he could still rush to meet Ren Ci in time.

With these judgments, it would be much easier to find someone, but when they arrived in southern Fujian, they were completely disappointed.

The past 20 years ago has long been forgotten by people. As for Chen and Lin, two martial arts families who dominate southern Fujian, they have never heard of the name Tianfeng Shishilang.

Within a day, Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang moved around a lot, and now they came to Xianyou. Although Xianyou is full of scenery, they are helpless, but the two people are very depressed. They don't even have the interest to drink, just want to drink two cup of bitter tea.

Southern Fujian is originally a tea-producing area. In Xianyou Town, there are many teahouses, and the utensils for drinking tea are also very particular. I saw people sitting in the teahouses with their eyes closed, using teacups smaller than wine glasses , Sip carefully, drink tea from a large bowl, in the eyes of the people of southern Hokkien, it is like a cow.

Chu Liuxiang also wanted a pot of Tieguanyin, which was fragrant and bitter, so bitter that it astringently tasted. Although the tea tasted bitter, after drinking it, the fragrance remained on the cheeks and the mouth was full of sweetness.

After drinking two cups of tea, Chu Liuxiang's impetuous mood gradually calmed down. Only then did he realize that there are so many rules for drinking tea in southern Hokkien in order to make people feel peaceful, and their cultivation of mind and nature is done at this time. It is made in a small cup of strong tea.

Although there are many people in the teahouse, everyone speaks softly, which is completely different from the noisy and noisy teahouses in the north.

Han Wen closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then suddenly said: "After this incident, I'm not going to take care of these so-called nosy things anymore! I'm going to find someone first!"

Chu Liuxiang frowned, and for a long time, said, "Who are you going to find?"

"A woman! You should have heard me, Shi Guanyin!" Han Wen opened his eyes, looked at his hands, smiled, and said, "During this period, I feel that my martial arts have made some breakthroughs. After the result, I realized something, what I need now is a strong opponent!"

"And then?" Chu Liuxiang asked silently.

Han Wen showed a weird smile, and said, "Of course I'm looking for a more powerful master! If there is one, please remember to call me!"

At this time, two big men in brocade clothes came in, talking and laughing loudly. One of them, with a pockmarked face, was carrying a yellow bag on his back. , little brother must have a drink or two with Brother Feng today."

The other person had a beard on his face, he laughed and said, "Brother Qian has been in southern Fujian for a long time, don't you just drink tea instead of alcohol?"

The pockmarked man smiled and said: "Wine! Brother Feng, you can drink it every day, but what I want to invite Brother Feng to taste today is the fairy tea. I am not bragging about it. Brother Feng, I am afraid that you will never have such tea in your life." drank."

The people in the teahouse all looked at him, but the pock-marked man looked like no one else, and took out a long bamboo tube from the yellow cloth bundle.

When he opened the bamboo tube, a fresh fragrance came out, which made people intoxicated.

The bearded man smiled and said, "Smells so good tea! I haven't seen you for many years, I don't think Brother Qian has become so elegant."

The pockmarked man carefully took out a pinch of tea leaves, and ordered Dr. Tea to make a pot with good spring water, then turned his head and said with a smile: "To be honest, although this tea is in my body, if I hadn't met an old friend like Brother Feng , My little brother himself would not be willing to drink at all on weekdays."

The bearded man smiled and said, "Since Brother Qian is reluctant to drink, why do you carry it with you?"

The pockmarked man smiled and said: "Because this tea is the favorite thing of a martial arts senior, my younger brother has received great kindness from his old man in the past, and he has nothing to repay. He has to do everything possible to find this tea every year and send it to his old man. Show your heart, the old man will never accept anything else."

The bearded man said: "But I don't know who this martial arts senior is? How can he make Brother Qian so fascinated?"

The pockmarked man's smile was even more smug, and he said slowly: "Brother Feng must have heard the name of Master Tianfeng?"

The bearded man lost his voice and said, "Master Tianfeng?...Could it be the head of the southern branch of Shaolin, the master abbot of Putian Shaolin Temple?"

The pockmarked man smiled and said, "It's his old man."

Han Wen suddenly raised his eyes.

Chu Liuxiang's heart suddenly moved, glanced at Han Wen, smiled, then walked over, and said with a smile: "Mantianxing, I'm your old friend, why don't you invite me to drink tea?"

The pock-marked man glanced at him, and said with a downcast face, "Who is your friend? From the looks of it, it looks very ugly."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Seven years ago, Brother Qian forgot the Iron Lion Alley in BJ City?"

Before he finished speaking, the pockmarked man suddenly stood up, and said with emotion: "Your Excellency, could it be..."

Chu Liuxiang laughed loudly, cut off his words, and said, "Just remember, why bother to mention my name."

The pockmarked man fell to the ground and bowed respectfully, saying respectfully: "Seven years ago, if it hadn't been for...Young Master, I, Qian Mazi, would have been planted in the hands of "Plum Blossom Sword" Fang Huan and "Two Palms Overturning the Sky" Quezihe. Although Mazi always wants to repay the young master's great kindness, he only hates the young master's erratic traces, but he doesn't want to see the young master today, it is really a blessing."

The big bearded man saw Qian Mazi, who was so famous and hard to mess with, showing such respect to this young man, he couldn't help being moved, but he is also an old man, and by observing his words, he already knew that this young man did not want to reveal his identity, so he naturally would not let it go. Asked, just clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Feng Tianhe, I hope you can teach me more in the future."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "The name of the God of Night Tour has already been heard like thunder."

The four of them drank two cups of tea and chatted a few unrealistic words before Chu Liuxiang slowly turned to the topic, looked at Qian Mazi and said in a deep voice, "Master Tianfeng mentioned by Brother Qian just now, could it be that Master Tianfeng was the master who wiped out the eighth master 40 years ago?" Evil, do you fight against the four elders of the Tianmen alone, the bitter monks of Shaolin who rule the world?"

Qian Mazi clapped his hands and said, "It's the old man!"

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "It is said that this master has been cut off from the world of mortals for a long time, but he still has an addiction to tea."

Qian Mazi laughed and said, "After Master Compassionate passed away, he was supposed to be in charge of the Shaolin sect, but he gave up the position of master to his second younger brother, Master Tianhu. Instead, he came to southern Fujian, It is said that it is for the famous tea here.”

Chu Liuxiang pondered: "Master Tianfeng took over Putian Shaolin Temple, how many years has it been?"

Qian Mazi said, "I'm afraid it's been 20 years."

Chu Liuxiang suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, "That's right! It's him, it must be him, I should have thought of it a long time ago."

Qian Mazi asked in surprise, "Master, does he also know his old man?"

Chu Liuxiang was full of joy, and said: "You said that Master Tianfeng's reputation is still higher than that of the old leader Ren of the Beggar Gang?"

Qian Mazi didn't know why he suddenly asked this question, and said blankly: "He is the Taishan Beidou of today's martial arts. Although the old leader Ren is also well-known, he is probably not as good as the old man."

Chu Liuxiang said: "His martial arts are naturally extremely high."

Qian Mazi sighed: "The martial arts are so high, I'm afraid even the young master...can't compare to it."

Chu Liuxiang smiled, and said: "He has a deep cultivation base, so he is naturally broad and generous, without showing his sharpness."

Qian Mazi smiled and said: "Although there are rumors in the Jianghu that the old man came to southern Fujian for tea tasting, but thinking about it, the old man is probably just looking for indifference and tranquility, so he doesn't want to take over the Songshan Shaolin family."

Chu Liuxiang sighed and said: "That's it. Before Ren Ci, there was no one else who fought against Tianfeng Shishilang. If Tianfeng Shishilang can entrust his eldest son to him, he will die in peace."

Qian Mazi felt even more strange, and couldn't help asking: "Who is Tianfeng Shishilang?"

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly and said, "That's a very strange person. Although he himself died in obscurity, he was able to make the head of the world's largest sect and the largest martial arts gang raise his two sons on his behalf."

With a flash of thought in his mind, he suddenly lost his voice and said: "The reason why he challenged Master Tianfeng and Old Gang Leader Ren was to entrust his two sons to them respectively. Could it be that he has something sad and doesn't want to live anymore I only think that my son will be able to stand out in the future, could it be that he has already decided to die in the hands of Master Tianfeng and Old Gang Leader Ren in order to let them raise these two children with all their heart?"

Han Wen frowned, also a little horrified, unable to calm down for a long time, and said slowly: "Amazing!"

The more Qian Mazi listened, the more confused he became, and he couldn't help but said, "My lord, you mean...today, Feng Shishilang didn't hesitate to sacrifice his life for...?"

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "He knew that people like Master Tianfeng and Old Leader Ren would never adopt other people's children casually, but since he died in their hands, they couldn't bear to refuse..."

Qian Mazi moved, "Such a father is really great, but who are his two sons?"

Chu Liuxiang said sadly, "One is Nangong Ling."

Qian Mazi suddenly asked, "Could it be the new leader of the Beggar Gang?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Exactly!"

Qian Mazi said, "Is there another one?"

Chu Liuxiang said word by word: "The other one is...that is..." He suddenly raised his head and sighed, and said with a miserable smile: "I hope I guess wrong, I hope that the mysterious murderer is not him... Han Brother! Your joking words may come true!"

Han Wen said coldly: "I told you earlier, you can doubt anyone who can be doubted!"

Qian Mazi was startled and said, "The murderer?"

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "As far as I know, he has killed nine innocent people, and his next..." At this point, Chu Liuxiang suddenly jumped up again, and said in a voiceless voice: "His next target, could it be Master Tianfeng?"

Han Wen said coldly: "Are you a monkey? Jumping up and down!"

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose embarrassingly, which shocked Qian Mazi, wondering who this young man in black was, and even Chu Liuxiang, the world-famous bandit commander, treated him respectfully.

After thinking for a long time, Qian Mazi didn't have much impression of Korean, so he said with a smile, "My lord, please be at ease. No matter who this person is, if he wants to harm Master Tianfeng, it may be that his death is coming. Although Master Tianfeng It's been a long time since I didn't care about world affairs, but I never let go of my martial arts."

Chu Liuxiang sighed and said with a wry smile: "If you knew who he is, you wouldn't say such things, he..."

Qian Mazi couldn't help but asked again: "Who is he?"

Of course Chu Liuxiang didn't want to reveal that person's name, she pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "I happen to have something to meet Master Tianfeng, and I just happened to deliver the tea for you, can you rest assured?"

Qian Mazi immediately sent the yellow cloth bundle to Chu Liuxiang, and said with a smile, "Don't say that it's just a bag of tea. If you want me, Qian Mazi, to hand over my life to you, I, Qian Mazi, can rest assured."

Chu Liuxiang smiled, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the tea doctor coming over, bowed to Chu Liuxiang, and apologized, "There is a guest official who wants to talk to the two young masters at the table in the corner over there." To put it bluntly, I wonder if the two sons are willing to move over there?"

On a table in the corner over there, a man in gray was facing the corner and had been sitting there for more than half an hour without even moving.He was wearing a large straw hat that looked like a copper basin. At this moment, the horns of the hat were hanging around his neck, so that his entire head was blocked, and only a bunch of gray hair was exposed.

As soon as Chu Liuxiang walked into the teahouse, he felt that this person was a bit strange. No matter what happened in the teahouse, this person was always facing the corner and never turned his head.He never glanced at Chu Liuxiang and Han Wen from the beginning to the end, and Chu Liuxiang never saw his face, so why would he suddenly want to talk to them at this moment?

Chu Liuxiang felt strange in her heart, and she had to go and see what happened.As soon as he walked over, the man stood up from his seat—although this man still didn't turn his head back, it seemed that there were eyes behind him.

With a thought in his mind, Chu Liuxiang suddenly smiled and said, "Could it be that your Excellency is the old captor Vulture Ying?" The man's body seemed to shake slightly, and Chu Liuxiang had already walked over and sat down beside him, laughing and said: "In the whole world, except Other than Old Ying, there is no one else who has such astonishing ear power."

The man smiled wryly and said: "In the whole world, there really is nothing that can be hidden from Chu Liuxiang."

He has high cheekbones and deep cheeks, piercing eyes, and a pair of off-white ears, which are actually made of alloyed silver. If he hadn't covered it with a straw hat, others would recognize him at a glance.

Han Wen snorted coldly, and said, "I thought who it was, it turned out to be you, and you are quite airy!"

Vulture was a little embarrassed, but Chu Liuxiang said: "A member of the official family can't help himself, why should Brother Han make things difficult for him?"

Then, he smiled again and said, "It's been more than a month since I left the capital, I don't want the old catcher Ying to even forget Chu's voice... The strange thing is that I don't seem to have said anything in front of the old catcher Ying that day." , but I don’t know how the old catcher Ying can hear my voice?”

The vulture laughed and said: "People in the world not only speak differently, but even walk differently. Chu Liuxiang is famous all over the world... and his footsteps are very different from others, just like Mr. Han's." The footsteps are almost the same, if the little old man can't hear Xiang Shuai's footsteps again, his ears will really be fed to the dogs."

Chu Liuxiang laughed loudly and said: "White clothed god, indeed, his name is worthy." He suddenly lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Old catcher Ying has come here for thousands of miles, is it because he wants to arrest me?"

Vulture smiled apologetically and said, "Even if the old man is so courageous, he would never dare to use force against Chu Xiangshuai!"

Chu Liuxiang's eyes flickered, and he smiled and said, "Then, why did your Excellency come here?"

Vulture lowered his voice and said, "This old man came here after Mantianxing Qian Mazi..."

Chu Liuxiang frowned and said, "Could it be because of the old incident in Iron Lion Alley seven years ago?"

The vulture smiled wryly and said: "I didn't know that this matter was also related to Xiangshuai, otherwise I wouldn't dare to be troublesome. Naturally, Xiangshuai also knows that as long as a person has eaten a mouthful of Gongmen food, he will never be able to walk out of six doors in this life." Even if I don’t want to take care of some things, I am forced to take care of them.”

Chu Liuxiang said in a deep voice: "Although Qian Mazi was wrong about the incident seven years ago, it is even more hateful to bully others with the 'Plum Blossom Sword' and 'Two Palms Overturning the Sky'. Besides, because of this incident, Qian Mazi has already washed his hands of the rivers and lakes. They came here from far away, so why does the old captor want to kill them all, it’s too much pressure?"

The vulture smiled and said: "The old man has lived for such a long time, how can he not know the height of his eyebrows, and since he knows that Chu Xiangshuai is related to this matter, how can he make troubles again." He sighed for a long time, and then Said: "The old man invited the young master to come here for another matter."

Chu Liuxiang frowned and said, "What else?"

The vulture pondered for a while, and slowly said each word: "The leader of the beggar gang, Nangong, died on the Daming Lake in Jinan City more than ten days ago. I don't know Xiangshuai, do you know about this?" Then, he looked at Hanwen again, as if he was a little suspicious.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Old Catcher Ying won't think we killed Nangong Ling, will he?"

Vulture quickly apologized and smiled again: "How dare this old man think like that, it's just..."

Chu Liuxiang said: "Just what?"

The vulture sighed: "It's just that Nangong's sect master died too badly. It is said that after his death, he was cut into pieces with knives, so all members of the beggars' sect vowed to find the murderer!"

Han Wen frowned at the side. He naturally knew that the person who divided Nangong Ling's body must be the black pearl who was determined to avenge his father. He naturally thought of being a member of the Beggar Gang. He still doesn't know about Nangong Ling's conspiracy, but these things, He doesn't want to tell others.

Only the Vulture sighed and said again: "This kind of vendetta and murder by the masters of the rivers and lakes is beyond the scope of the old man's ability and dare to intervene, but the old man has been friends with the elders of the beggar gang for many years. We happened to meet them again on the way.”

Chu Liuxiang said: "Could it be that the disciples of the Beggar Clan actually suspect that I have done something to Nangong Lingxia?"

Vulture smiled apologetically and said, "They would never dare to suspect Xiangshuai. However, they said that Xiangshuai must know who the murderer was who killed Nangong Gang leader, so they wanted to tell Xiangshuai when they met him." They asked, no matter whether Xiangshuai knows it or not, as long as Xiangshuai says a word, no one in the Beggar Clan will have any objection."

Chu Liuxiang's eyes were burning, and she said word by word: "I do know about this!"
The vulture was moved and said: "Since Xiangshuai knows, can you let me know?"

Chu Liuxiang said in a deep voice: "Even if I tell who the murderer is, you can't do anything, but..." He suddenly stood up and said: "In three days, you can wait in the Lin Family Garden in Putian City. Me, I will naturally hand over the murderer of Nangong Ling to you."

At dusk, looking at the top of the mountain, although Putian Shaolin Temple is not as magnificent as Songshan Shaolin Temple, this ancient temple bathed in the twilight also has its own mysterious beauty.In the breeze, there is a faint sound of bells and Sanskrit singing, and in the fragrance of the leaves, there is a faint breath of sandalwood. The world is full of solemn silence, where can you smell the slightest murderous intent?
The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves under the stone steps, and the door at the end of the stone steps was open, from which one could see the secluded courtyard with dense ancient trees.Beyond that, there is the majestic and majestic hall surrounded by cigarettes.

This is a place that everyone can enter, but it is also a place that everyone dare not enter easily. The name of Shaolin is prestigious all over the world. No matter who comes here, they will inevitably have a heart of admiration and vigilance. Yes, but who dares to take a step beyond the threshold?
Han Wen sighed faintly and said, "What a place!"

"I hope you don't mess around!" Chu Liuxiang also sighed, and instead of going in through the gate, he actually jumped over the wall—he only felt an ominous warning in his heart, and felt that even if it was just a moment away, Can't wait too.

Han Wen's figure also went away. Compared with Chu Liuxiang's ethereal lightness, his lightness was like a straight sword, piercing straight out. Looking at it, it looks like mountain peaks, peaks stained red with blood.

Which mountain is Master Tianfeng under?

Chu Liuxiang's figure flying like a swallow couldn't help hesitating.

He stopped, but Han Wen didn't stop, and he didn't know where Master Tianfeng was, so he wanted to create an opportunity now!After crossing two ancient temples in a row, he stopped in stature when he suddenly heard the sound of a Buddha's chant.

"Amitabha"!Before the short sound of the Buddha's chant was over, four figures appeared under the eaves at the four corners of the roof at the same time.

These four people are all gray robes and white socks. They are in their 40s, and they all have a pair of shining eyes on their four solemn and majestic faces.At this moment, these four pairs of bright eyes stared at Chu Liuxiang like knives.

Han Wen took a long breath and squinted his eyes: "Shaolin monks, you really shouldn't be underestimated, even if they are not authentic Songshan Shaolin!" But his face remained calm, and he smiled: "Have the masters eaten? ?”

This is the most common question. When two people meet, whether they are old friends for many years or just acquaintances, most of them will ask this question.

But when this sentence was asked at this moment, the four Shaolin monks couldn't help being stunned, and the older one on the left said in a deep voice: "In the past 20 years, no one from the world has stepped on the roof of the Shaolin Temple. Today, the benefactor Since the exception has been made, it must not have come for no reason, but please inform me in the future."

Han Wen shook his head and said, "Even if you tell me about Han's visit, the masters won't believe it."

The gray-robed monk said sharply: "If the benefactor refuses to tell you what he wants in the future, don't blame the poor monk for being rude."

Han Wen said with a smile: "Han is the most unwilling to fight against Shaolin disciples in his life. Why do the masters force me to make an exception?" He said that he himself felt guilty, but he has dealt with monks in Shaolin Temple for a long time.More than that!It seems to have killed it!

The gray-robed monk shouted angrily: "If the benefactor is not willing to do anything, just go down with the poor monk!"

While drinking, he suddenly waved his long sleeves, erratic like a cloud, quick like lightning, and rolled straight towards Hanwen's face and throat.

It is inconvenient for monks to carry weapons around them. This pair of long sleeves is usually their self-defense weapon. The world only knows that "Liuyun Iron Sleeve" is a unique skill of Wudang, but they don't know the kung fu of Shaolin's disciples. Not only is it never under Wudang, And it's even stronger than it is.

The gray-robed monk's Flying Sleeve Kung Fu can be both rigid and soft, soft enough to snatch a weapon from the opponent's palm, and just capable of breaking the opponent's heart veins in one blow.

Han Wen sneered all over, and said: "Everything else under the Shaolin sect is good, but the anger is too big."

While he was speaking, his figure had already soared into the sky, and when he spoke the last few words, his body was already flying in the sky like a flying crane, more than four zhang away.

The grey-robed monk struck the air and said with emotion: "The benefactor is such a brilliant qinggong, no wonder he dared to come to Shaolin Temple to play wild."

The four figures swirled and looked at their positions. They calculated that Han Wen's body would fall down, and as soon as he fell, he would fall into their formation.Who knew that Han Wen could not fall down, seeing Chu Liuxiang's figure going away in the cover, smiled slightly, his body was like a fish in the water, turned over and stood upright, and then swept out four feet away, head down and feet, and threw himself into the ridge of the roof in the darkness below.

"Goodbye! Good night! Everyone!" Han Wen left with a smile.

"Wudang ladder cloud vertical? Like? Really like!"

The faces of the Shaolin monks all changed color.

The oldest gray-robed monk said in a deep voice: "Xuanfa sends the police to respond, Xuantong and Xuanmiao follow me."

While speaking, he rushed towards the place where the Han Wen voice came from, but seeing the stars and the moon in the sky, and the breeze moving the trees, he could not see the shadow of Han Wen.

Han Wen knew that if he asked to see Master Tianfeng at this time, these Shaolin monks would never take him there, so he had to make a fuss now to attract the attention of these people and create some opportunities for Chu Liuxiang to get close to Tianfeng Grandmaster.

His figure flew into the darkness, and immediately flew up again, not going anywhere else, but instead flew under the eaves of the heavy roof just now.I saw three gray-robed monks passing over the eaves, no one thought that he was back again, and they didn't even look this way.

Han Wen waited for a long while, and then he heard the muffled sounds of wooden fish knocking on all sides of the spacious temple, and from time to time, vigorous figures flew up into the air.This Shaolin Temple usually looks peaceful and quiet, but when facing the enemy, it responds quickly and has strict guards. It really deserves to be called the most famous martial arts forbidden place in the world.

Han Wen frowned and thought to himself: "Master Tianfeng... this is said to be very skilled in martial arts! I hope you don't die, but I really want to try it?"

Thinking that Master Tianfeng's life was really at stake, he felt a little worried in his heart. This kind of strong man is extremely rare, but such things as Tianyi Shenshui are really weird, and until now, he and Chu Liuxiang It is not yet known where Master Tianfeng lives.

At this time, the sound of the wooden fish has stopped, and the quiet ancient temple is even more silent.

Han Wen naturally knew that the quieter it was, the more terrifying it would be. This monastery, which seemed to have calmed down, was actually full of dangers hidden everywhere.He had no time to think quietly, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the darkness, and swept to the highest ridge and the highest cornice.

His clothes fluttered, as if he was about to fly into the sky, and the whole temple seemed to be under his feet, and someone found him immediately.I saw people's shadows flickering, and in every courtyard, there were people flying towards this side, only a small courtyard in the west, but there was no movement.

Hanwen didn't wait for anyone to come, and rushed down again, with a long smile, he said: "The Shaolin Tibetan scriptures are famous all over the world, can the masters lend me a look?"

He stopped laughing, turned around sharply, chose a big tree with the thickest branches and leaves, and hid in it, only to hear whispers from all around: "This man really came for the Tibetan scriptures."

"Pay attention to the Sutra Pavilion."

The abundance of Shaolin Buddhist scriptures is the highest in the world. Those who did not hesitate to intrude into the Shaolin Temple mostly came for the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures. Although Putian is the southern branch of Shaolin, the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures in the pavilion are also very precious. Shaolin monks naturally think that Korean is also for the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures. Who would have imagined that he was actually making a fuss about stealing the scriptures, so he set up doubts to buy more time for Chu Liuxiang?

Seeing the figures rushing eastward one after another, Han Wen immediately swept westward.This time, he no longer flew over the roof, but walked under the eaves of the hall and among the shadows of trees. Most of the meditation rooms were unlit, and there were occasional cicadas among the branches and leaves.

In the empty courtyard, there is an indescribably desolate and lonely feeling. The monks living in this ancient temple will not be able to spend those years easily.

Han Wen kept moving, but secretly sighed in his heart. He always respected people who could endure loneliness.Just because he knows that there is nothing more unbearable than loneliness in the world... That's why he doesn't kill so much.

Thinking of his loneliness time and time again, and the shuttle in loneliness again and again, his heart can't be happy!Passing through a quiet courtyard, passing through dark meditation rooms, the bluestone slabs on the ground that were washed bright by the starlight slid past his feet one by one.

On the other side, Chu Liuxiang, who was extremely anxious in her heart, had just arrived at a courtyard and was looking for it furtively.

He suddenly heard a soft scolding: "The benefactor stay here."

A forceful and violent fist wind has already hit the face directly.Chu Liuxiang didn't dodge, evade, or parry, but actually received the "Hundred Steps Fist" with his body, which was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks, and his body was blown away by the wind like a kite.

The grey-browed and long-bearded Shaolin monk on the opposite side succeeded in making a move, Fang felt a little surprised, his eyes blurred, the young man who was blown away by his fist flew back, and stood in front of him with a smile, not only his movements were swift, but he also came and went as fast as he could. Moreover, the Shaolin Divine Fist, which used to beat cattle across the mountain, failed to hurt him at all.

The master of the Shaolin Temple who had a deep cultivation base was stunned by surprise, he stared blankly at Chu Liuxiang, speechless for a long time.

Chu Liuxiang deliberately received this punch from him, just to keep him speechless for the time being, so as not to disturb others, otherwise, his body is not made of iron, so would it feel good to receive this punch?

Only the grey-browed monk finally said slowly: "The old monk has never seen such a martial art benefactor, can you tell me your name?"

Chu Liuxiang knew about Han Wen's commotion, so she smiled and said, "If I tell you my first and last name, Master will probably think that I came here to steal scriptures."

The gray-browed monk said: "If the almsgiver came here to steal scriptures, he would not have come here."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "I'm going to Chu Liuxiang."

The grey-browed monk moved his face and said, "Could it be Chu Liuxiang, the Bandit Commander?"

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Master stays far away from the world of mortals, I don't want to know this shameful nickname."

The grey-browed monk's gloomy and heavy face seemed to suddenly become cheerful, and a smile began to appear in his cold eyes, and he said slowly: "Although the old monk has been ignorant of the world for a long time, he has an acquaintance. My nephew Guang Guang, whenever he comes here, he will always tell some novel and interesting stories to the old monk, and Chu Xiangshuai's heroic feat is the most interesting and touching of all the events."

Chu Liuxiang said: "The master said, could it be Wuhua?"

The grey-browed monk smiled and said: "For hundreds of years, if there are disciples who have made friends with many Shaolin disciples, he is the only one."

Chu Liuxiang said: "He...is he already here at this moment?"

The gray-browed monk said: "The benefactor is here, could it be that he is looking for him?"

Chu Liuxiang pondered and said: "The main purpose of coming here is to meet Master Tianfeng."

The grey-browed monk said: "Although the head brother has been avoiding foreigners for a long time, he must still be happy to meet someone like benefactor Chu. It's a pity that the benefactor is here at this moment."

Chu Liuxiang said anxiously: "Could it be that Master Tianfeng has..."

The grey-browed monk said with a smile: "Senior brother, the head of the sect, has no thoughts, but his addiction to tea has never changed. He is tasting tea at the moment, so no one should disturb him."

Chu Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Master Tianfeng tastes tea alone, I don't need to worry, as long as I can see Senior Brother Wuhua first, it's the same."

The grey-browed monk said: "Since the benefactor can't see the brother in charge, he can't see Wu Hua either."

Chu Liuxiang moved, "Why?"

The grey-browed monk smiled and said: "Under the Shaolin school, Wuhua is the only one who is good at the Japanese tea ceremony. Whenever he comes here, the first thing he does is to fetch water and cook tea for the brother in charge."

Chu Liuxiang's complexion had already changed greatly, and she lost her voice: "Is Wuhua cooking tea for Master Tianfeng at this moment?"

The grey-browed monk nodded and smiled, "Benefactor Chu wants to see them, so I'm afraid he has to wait until tomorrow morning."

Chu Liuxiang was going crazy in her heart, but her face was calm, and she said: "Could it be the backyard where they taste tea?"

The gray-browed monk said, "Exactly."

Chu Liuxiang suddenly pointed at the gray-browed master's back, and said with a smile: "But the one who came behind the master is Wuhua?"

The gray-browed monk asked, "Where is it?"

He turned his head, his back was empty, there was no figure without flowers, and when he turned his head, Chu Liuxiang in front of him was actually replaced by another person!A young man in black!Korean!
The gray-browed monk was about to say something, but Han Wen had already made a move. A sword with a scabbard in his sleeve was as sharp as lightning. How did you do it!
Chu Liuxiang knew that Han Wen had also found this place, so he rushed in without hesitation. He knew that Han Wen would never let him get hurt. Therefore, when he rushed out, he took a step, and he was already ten feet away. to the short wall.

Behind the short wall, there are dense bamboo leaves and secluded vegetation in the small courtyard. There are three open rooms in the bamboo grove, and the bamboo curtains hang down deeply. Looking through the bamboo curtains, you can vaguely see two figures sitting cross-legged on the ground.The courtyard is silent, the wind blows the leaves, and the shadows of flowers flow on the bamboo curtains. It seems that the two of them are already in the sky.

The one on the right is Wuhua.

In front of him was a small purple clay stove, a copper pot, a cattail leaf fan, and a set of exquisite and small tea sets. At this moment, the tea cups, which were the size of three wine glasses, were already filled with tea, and the fragrance of tea came from the air. The fragrance from the bamboo curtain, together with the fragrance of flowers and bamboo, is really intoxicating.

Sitting opposite Wuhua was a skinny monk with white beard and eyebrows. At this moment, he was taking the tea cup from Wuhua's hand, closing his eyes, and slowly bringing it to his lips.

Chu Liuxiang yelled, and rushed over like an arrow, sprinting through the bamboo curtain, and yelled: "This tea is undrinkable!"

When Wuhua saw it, his expression changed, but he regained his composure instantly.

Master Tianfeng didn't even move the muscles at the corners of his mouth, it seemed that even if the sky collapsed in front of him, his expression would not change.He just put down the teacup slowly, slowly opened his eyes, Chu Liuxiang was caught by his eyes, and he didn't feel a little bit at a loss.

Master Tianfeng said indifferently: "Don't you think it's too reckless for the benefactor to come here like this?"

Chu Liuxiang bowed and said, "I'm in a hurry next time, I hope Master will forgive me."

Master Tianfeng focused on him for a while, then slowly said: "In the past 20 years, the benefactor is still the No. 1 benefactor who can break into the old monk's meditation room all the way. Since he can come here, it is natural, how about sitting down and waiting for tea? "

This Shaolin eminent monk, whose cultivation level is really perfect, can be so calm, Chu Liuxiang secretly praised him.

Wu Hua immediately smiled and said, "That's right, since Brother Chu is here, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea to cleanse yourself from the common dust."

Master Tianfeng smiled lightly, and said: "It turns out to be the benefactor of Chu. No wonder the lightness kung fu is so high that the world no longer thinks of anyone else."

Chu Liuxiang said: "Don't dare!"

Master Tianfeng smiled and said: "Although the old monk has been out of the world for a long time, he is still very happy to see the magnificence of the current generation's heroes. There is no wine in the cold temple. Why don't the benefactor of Chu use tea as wine?"

He picked up the teacup again, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but lost his voice and said: "This tea is not drinkable."

Master Tianfeng said: "Even if this tea is not from the fairy species, it is also a wonderful product. How can you not drink it?"

Chu Liuxiang glanced at Wu Hua, and suddenly smiled and said, "I have been entrusted by someone to bring you a wonderful new tea, and I am confident that I am quite good at cooking tea. Don't you want to taste it first?"

Master Tianfeng showed his face and said: "Since this is the case, the old monk will disturb you."

Although this eminent monk with profound cultivation is indifferent to other things, he can't help but be moved by joy when he hears that someone is cooking tea with skillful hands.

Even though Wu Hua was frightened and angry in her heart, she didn't show it at all, she smiled and said: "I don't think Brother Chu also has this kind of elegance, it's very wonderful."

He immediately stood up and gave Chu Liuxiang the tea cooking seat, but poured all the tea he had just cooked into the yard.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at him again, and said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be a pity to pour out such precious water?"

He didn't talk about tea, but "water", just short of saying the words "Tianyi Shenshui". Wuhua still looked unmoved, and said with a smile: "This water is melted by the first snow, although it is also precious. However, there are quite a few cellars in the temple, if Brother Chu has this addiction, you might as well bring a bottle back."

Chu Liuxiang sighed secretly, sat down respectfully, lit the fire and cooked tea.

Master Tianfeng suddenly smiled again, and said: "At this moment, the water has not boiled yet, and benefactor Chu is just in time to express his intentions. Facing the famous tea, it is when the old monk is in a good mood. If benefactor Chu has something to ask, he will also ask at this time. Better."

Chu Liuxiang suddenly discovered that there was incomparable wisdom hidden in the plain smile of this eminent monk, and that pair of calm eyes could see even more clearly.

He sighed softly, and said: "This junior, I just want to ask the master to tell a story."

Master Tianfeng frowned slightly and said, "Story?"

(End of this chapter)