[Comprehensive] Make a wish carefully

The two old monks glanced at each other, and finally Kong Wen spoke up, "I don't know where the Lord Yi returned to his roots? If necessary, I will report the safety of the Lord Yi."

Listening to Kongwen talking about returning to the roots, Ian quietly raised his head, looking at the blue sky, with a little sadness in his trance, "In this world, Ian is already a rootless person."

Ian's words made the third monk's expression more compassionate. Kong Wen chanted a Buddha's name and said, "No roots are roots everywhere. Donor Yi, please be at ease. If Donor Yi doesn't dislike the shabby temple, you can treat it with peace of mind." Next, it's just..."

40. Second wish

Seeing Kongwen seemed to have some unspeakable secrets, Ian concealed all kinds of emotions in his heart, his face became more sad, with a bit of sadness, "Master, please feel free to speak up if there is any inconvenience, although Ian is not talented, he is not an ignorant person. It will be difficult.”

"That's not the case." Kong Wen quickly denied Yi'an's conjecture, "The Buddha is a ferryman, and the temples are open to the world, as long as Yi Shizhu is willing. It's just that Yi Shizhu has an unknown internal force, if he doesn't channel it in time There may be dangers, but Shaolin sect rules are strict, if it is not for Shaolin disciples, the old monk and others would not be able to take action, so good and good."

Internal force?What is that magical thing?Ian blinked, completely unaware when his body played the legendary thing, "Ian is confused, dare to ask the master, do you know where the internal force comes from?"

"The old monk only knows that this internal force is transmitted into Yi Shi's body by someone with profound skills, and that person must be in a state of madness when it is transmitted, so that the internal force is so disordered."

Bewitched... Ian's face turned ashen, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, he thought of something bad!But the most important thing right now is to straighten out that so-called internal force, he doesn't want to be bitten by a dog and have sequelae.

Thinking of this, Ian's expression was sad and desolate, his eyes lost all expression, leaving only a trace of sadness, "Ian has nowhere to go here, the rootless duckweed has encountered wind and rain, I just want a shelter, Boldly seek to enter the Buddhist gate, be devoted to goodness, and hope that the master will complete it."

Kong Wen immediately responded with a salute, "Buddhism is open to the world. Since Master Yi wants to convert to Buddhism, how can I refuse the door? It's just that I have some things to discuss with the two juniors for a while. Please wait a moment moment."

"Master, please."

So, facing the big sun shining on their heads, the heads of three old monks who combined to be over two hundred years old got together and started talking in whispers.

Kong Zhi: "The abbot picked it up, so it should be the abbot's disciple!"

Kong Xing: "What the third senior brother said is very true, Abbot, you must not give up halfway." Are you kidding me, the group of disciples under his sect is enough for him to have a headache, why not come?

"..." Kong Wen was speechless for a moment, and then Amitabha said, but no one knew the sadness in it, "Since the two juniors said so, then the old monk has accepted Master Yi as a closed-door disciple."

Closed room, in other words, next time someone comes to pay homage to him, it doesn't matter to him.Kongzhi and emptiness suddenly felt embarrassed, how could they forget the beautiful and bright word of closed room?So, three masters, have you forgotten that you can push people to the disciples of the next generation to enter Shaolin?

"If you are my apprentice, then you are a disciple of the Yuanzi generation. There is still one problem." Kong Wen sighed slightly under the questioning eyes of the two juniors, "Dharma name."

Now, the two juniors also sighed. Dharma names, this is really a headache. The Dharma names that are both Zen-like and easy to read have long been called out. This is a tragedy of too many disciples under the sect. ah.

"Master, you can consummate the new junior brother!" The Yuanzi students who came over began to solve their master's worries and problems.

"No, that's the dharma name of a disciple of Junior Brother No. 30!" Kong Wen said regretfully.

"Ball."

"That's the fourth senior brother who is in charge of the chef!"

"Mellow."

"The Eleventh Senior Brother of the Discipline Hall."

"That... smooth?"

"This is the name of the 56 juniors in Zhiketang."

"Call Yuantong."

"It still doesn't work, Prajna Hall, Sixth Senior Brother."

"... passed away!"

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Yuanliu, be careful with your words."

Ian, "...I'll fuck it up, it's better to call Yuantong passed away than Yuanfang!" Who will tell him that Shaolin disciples only have such virtues? !

The eyes of the people who gathered together to discuss the dharma name brightened when they heard the words, Kong Wen shouted, "Consummated room! Emptiness is form, and the consummated room is very Zen-like. This name is very good. Amitabha, it seems that Ian, you and my Buddha have a predestined relationship, and you have a lot of wisdom. ah."

A series of black dots is the truest portrayal of Ian's heart at the moment: Damn, is he joking? !

But no matter how messy Ian’s heart is or how ORZ is everywhere, the dharma name has been decided and will not be changed. Afterwards, at the time chosen, Kongwen will personally shave Ian’s hair. From then on, Ian who has been a student and a relative of the emperor Now he is the legendary Shaolin disciple.

"Junior Brother Yuanfang, wake up for morning class!"

"Junior Brother Yuanfang, it's your turn to ring the bell today!"

"Junior Brother Yuanfang, hurry up and have a meal, Senior Brother, I'll make a good seat for you!"

"Round room..."

"..."

Ian turned his head and gritted his teeth silently, his colleagues who were extremely active shouted loudly: "Fuck, he will be in a hurry with anyone who tells him that monk is a serious profession in the future!" !However, is Ian such a vulnerable person?of course not.

So before going to bed at night, the Yuanzi senior brothers who became the last group to bathe and cleanse together with Yuanfang suddenly felt a chill, and there was a gust of wind in the closed bathroom for no reason, and the candles flickered. The monk's robe fluttered and flew away.

Flying, flying, flying...the naked juniors who had turned their heads after washing and watched their clothes being blown away by the strange wind turned to petrification. They pass by.

"Junior Brother Yuanfang, please bring us a set of monk robes." He looked at Ian pitifully. Although the youngest of them was Senior Brother Yian, he was several years younger than Ian, as if he was still a teenager at heart.

Ian smiled gently, and suddenly, the senior brothers seemed to see a huge white lotus growing from the feet of the person in front of them, and the clean and handsome face was full of compassion and compassion for the world, "Amitabha, if you cover it, you don't cover it, if you don't cover it, you cover it, you are born naked Go naked, why should the senior brothers stick to things outside of the body?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left slowly. The white monk robe drew a beautiful arc under the moonlight, which made the hearts of the senior brothers speed up. ——Aww, we don’t want to bask in the moonlight naked, little brother, come back quickly, we won’t call you Dharma name anymore QAQ~~

As for Ian, after avenging his revenge, he was in a very happy mood. He hurried back to his bunk before the courtyard was locked. The brothers saw that only Ian came back and asked curiously about the whereabouts of the others. Smile, very compassionate.

"Several brothers are dedicated to Buddha, determined to abandon the dust in their hearts and experience the mighty light of Buddha in the most sincere state. At the moment, they are devoting themselves to the moon and sitting in meditation, expressing their gratitude to the true meaning of nothingness, which really makes the brothers admire."

Several brothers: "..." Lie down and pull the quilt to sleep silently: they don't know anything about being naked or being sincere! !

The next day, a legend circulated among the monks in Shaolin Temple: Yesterday was a full moon, and several juniors/uncles of the Yuan generation suddenly realized the meaning of Buddhism. Xiangyue took a unique dance step to absorb the moonlight and purify her body. The sincerity of this heart is really admirable.

Later, there were more and more legends about Shaolin Temple, and later, the closed disciple of the abbot of Shaolin Temple also became one of the legends. As long as it is mentioned, all the monks in Shaolin Temple will immediately show a kind of pious respect on their faces, uniform It's like it's been trained many times.

Abbot Room

Kong Wen sat on the futon and looked at the smiling closed-room disciples in front of him, full of satisfaction, "Yuanfang, you have entered Shaolin for a year in a blink of an eye. This year you have devoted yourself to cultivation, whether it is virtue or martial arts. You have done your best. It is also you and the Buddha Destined, quite intelligent, dredged the power in your body and used it for your own use in just one year. Starting today, I will officially teach you Shaolin martial arts as a teacher, but before that, I have a sentence that I hope you will remember well. "

"To be human is to be virtuous first. We Shaolin disciples don't seek to save all living beings and don't hope to help the world, but it is enough to have a clear heart. Do you remember?"

Ian clasped his hands together, kneeling on the futon and bent slightly, "My disciple, remember, don't dare to forget." With no regrets, this is what he wanted, and it has nothing to do with his identity.

41. Second wish

"En." Nodding in satisfaction, Kong Wen looked very loving with a smile... He took out a book and handed it to Ian, "Okay, this is the basic Shaolin Kungfu, let's practice it first, Come find me after you finish your practice." Don't come to me until you finish your practice.

Ian, who heard the meaning behind Kong Wen's words clearly, smiled and answered, his tone was gentle like that of an accomplished monk, "I have something unclear, and I hope Master can explain it to me."

"speak."

"Have you seen Master Biluochun that my apprentice brought back from the mountain a few days ago?" Jiankongwen wanted to speak, but Yi'an reminded him again, "Master, monks don't lie."

Kong Wen's old face tightened, and then he said Amitabha again, and replied, "If there is nothing, then there is nothing, Yuanfang, you value things outside of you too much." Much better to drink.

Yi An was unmoved and still smiled, "So, Master, do you admit that you stole the tea leaves?"

"How can this be stealing?!" Kong Wen finally let go of his beard and glared at Ian, "As a master, this is for your own good. How can a monk be greedy for words?"

"Yeah, how can a monk be greedy for words? Master." Ian's smiling eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent moons, and the words he uttered were even more unbelievably gentle, but it just made Kong Wen feel guilty for two seconds.There is no way, the sequelae of more tea smuggling.

After being in Shaolin for a year, Yi'an has long learned that the so-called famous Shaolin Temple is full of bastards. They look like accomplished monks in front of people, but they drive people crazy after they get in.Of course, he also knows that Kong Wenhui's behavior is also an expression of love and trust for him, but, yes!Do you want to steal all the tea leaves he got from begging every time?Will he die if there is a little left over?can you? !As long as Ian thinks about staying in this shoddy Shaolin running around for nine years before it's time for the mission, Ian really wants to scratch the wall!

That's right, nine years!That wrong time correction did not let him go back 20 years but ten years later, and the group of numbers seemed to be very formal and gave a very official answer: as the saying goes, ten years off the stage and one second on the stage Zhong, Xiao Yi, I will give you ten years to sharpen your knife for the sake of your glorious image on stage!

Regarding this, Ian's mind was filled with one word: Shit!

In fact, Ian doesn't understand the secrets of internal kung fu, but fortunately, those colleagues around him who have a good understanding also started earlier than him, a bunch of free teachers plus his own exploration, not to mention Ian has also practiced hard With his foreign skills, and the solid inner strength that he doesn't even want to recall the source of, he did a good job of mastering this kind of thing, and felt that the time passed very quickly.

Another year passed in a blink of an eye, and the abbot master saw Ian's rapid progress, and his old face blossomed with joy, while the other two empty-character juniors felt sorry for each other.If they had known that this person was so savvy, they wouldn't have pushed it out. Look, two years of hearing about the old guy's living conditions was a huge rise.So, the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple, aren’t you the world’s masters with pure six roots?Is it really okay to be greedy and angry for some tea? Hey! !

"Consummate, you have been in Shaolin for two years."

Yi An smiled, "Just tell me what the master needs the apprentice to do." Generally speaking, Kong Wen only needs to start with "Consummate the house, you have already entered Shaolin." It is all asking for him, and this has become a law.

Kong Wen was choked for a moment, and when he looked carefully, he saw his closed room disciple kneeling cross-legged on the futon, that smiling face like a boy who spread wealth was more and more like the Buddha statue in front of him, let him feel ashamed. ——He has been imitating for decades, but there is still no one who has studied for two years to smile, so ashamed!

"Master, I want you to send a letter to Wudang, and hand it over to Zhang Zhenren, the leader of Wudang." After finishing speaking, Kong Wen handed over the letter without waiting for Ian to say whether he was willing or not. To a certain extent, he is so gentle that he has no principles. Of course, he believes that such trivial matters as those disciples entering the latrine, dropping toilet paper and picking water into the pond have nothing to do with him as a disciple! !Abbot Kongwen thought with a righteous face.

After receiving the letter, Ian nodded and accepted the task, "Yes, master, this disciple takes orders."

"Yuanfang, you have been in Shaolin for two years and haven't traveled far. Do you know the way to Wudang?" Because it took a whole year to straighten out the chaotic inner force of this disciple, strictly speaking, Yuanfang only learned a little. Young Lin Kung Fu, he was really worried about going out alone, if such a rare disciple was damaged, he would be really reluctant.

Ian clasped his hands together, closed his eyebrows and closed his eyes, "Amitabha, where the mouth is, the road will be there. Master, I understand."

"Okay." Maybe it was really a preference, Kong Wen really liked this disciple who was the latest to enter, and took out a small blue and white porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to Ian, "Yuanfang, there are three life-saving golden pills in this bottle, when will it be?" You need to take care of it yourself. Although you must not have the intention of harming others, but the rivers and lakes are in chaos, you should be careful."

Converting to Buddhism does not mean that everything is empty like a Buddha. They are not Buddhas and cannot achieve the state of being full of emptiness like a Buddha. Therefore, Kongwen will also worry about whether his favorite disciple will be in danger, even though he will Yuan Fang was assigned to do this because he knew that Yuan Fang's kung fu and not weak internal strength were enough to squeeze into the ranks of second-rate masters, as long as he didn't meet a real master, he would be fine.

"Disciple remember."

The lush forest is full of giant trees, and against the big sun above his head, Ian has an innocent face, and the monkeys on the branches stare with big eyes. "Hey, why are you following me?" The monkey has been following him for a whole day. The monkey has been wandering around for so long because he is too thirsty. How many?Do you need to follow so closely? !But then again, where is this ghostly place that I can't get out after wandering around for a day? ! !

As if understanding Ian's words, the monkey squeaked, jumping up and down on the tree branch, watching Ian's eyes dazzled. "Stop, stop, can you understand me?"

"Squeak."—the monkey responded.

Well, in this world, even King Yama has a monkey in the deep mountains and old forests that can always understand human language. But, yes, Nima, he is not a juggler. He can't understand the monkey's body language. do not have? !

Fortunately, for Ian, he still has a trick. He couldn't understand it, but some kid understood it, and pointed out a bright road for Ian, "This monkey wants you to go somewhere with it."

That's it... Ian watched the monkey still jumping up and down, scratching its ears and scratching its cheeks with unremitting efforts. It didn't make him tired even after jumping. "Do you want me to go with you? Lead the way."

Hearing what Ian said, the monkey squeaked excitedly and immediately jumped towards a certain direction, and looked back at Ian from time to time, as if worried that he would not follow, which made Ian amazed when he saw it. This world is indeed a fantasy.

The place to go is not far away, even if Ian doesn't eat anything for a day, he doesn't feel tired.Following the squeaking monkey into the cave, a stench rushed towards him, almost making Ian spit it out.

Holding his breath, he walked quickly to the place where the monkey was, and found that the white thing was the corpse of a white ape. Ian raised his eyebrows, "You want me to help you bury it?"

"Squeaky-"

There was another quick and sharp cry, and Ian knew that he had guessed wrong, so why?Ian silently looked at the monkey... the kid next to him, waiting for an answer.The little ghost also went up to the road and bowed, "Master, the monkey means that there are scriptures in the belly of the white ape."

The scriptures... Ian lowered his eyelids to cover the thought that flashed in his eyes, squatted down and endured the smell, and groped for a while on the white ape's corpse, then unwrapped the suture and took out an oiled paper bag from the abdominal cavity.Then put the oiled paper bag aside, borrowed some sharp big stones and wood to dig a hole to bury the white ape, and then went to the stream outside the cave to wash off the bloody smell on the oiled paper bag, opened it, and several scriptures read Nine Suns Divine Art.

Yi Anmo, why does he feel more and more that this is like the daydream of Yu Zefeng often doing the hero upgrade flow?He just lost his way after being chased into this dense forest by a dog. Do you need such a protagonist route? !

What Ian didn't know was that he had indeed robbed the most important route of a protagonist who took the hero upgrade stream.And what he didn't know was that when he had no choice but to memorize those scriptures under the urging of the little ghost and the monkey intentionally, and after groping for a rough idea, he accidentally burned the scriptures when he was sleeping one night, and only one of them remained His behavior made the protagonist in the future lose his prestige even more.

"Finally out!"

It is conceivable that a normal person would feel excited when he finally came out after two years in a forest where birds don’t shit. It was easy for the simple and simple farmer to feel pity and allow him to take a bath and prepare a fast meal for him. When the bald figure who hadn't seen him for two years appeared again, Ian actually felt a little nostalgic.

After filling his stomach, Ian asked all the way and finally arrived in Wudang and met Zhang Sanfeng, the legendary founder of Taijiquan. He said Amitabha, and Ian gave the letter to Zhang Sanfeng. ——Look, he is a good man who keeps his word. He has kept his letter well for two years.

42. Second wish

As the head of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng said that he has seen many strange things. However, looking down at the crumpled and unopened letter in his hand, one corner was burned, and other places were even worse. Yes, there are traces of animal teeth tearing and feces, Zhang Sanfeng said he was very entangled.

However, the entanglements were all entanglements, Zhang Sanfeng still expressed his gratitude very gently, "Thank you, little master, if you don't give up, you can go to the wing room to rest for a few days, and I will leave after reading the abbot's token and sitting down to make a decision, you see Can you?"

"Then I'll have Mr. Zhang, Amitabha." Zhang Sanfeng's invitation was something Ian couldn't wish for. Although he had already bathed and eaten, it was a remote farm with few resources. It's just a hasty tidying up, and now I just take this opportunity to recover.

Zhang Sanfeng opened the envelope after they took Yi'an to the wing room. After reading it, his face became excited, which made the disciples beside him very worried. After they looked at each other, the eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and asked, "Master, are you okay?" Bar?"

"Yuanqiao, it's your business that the master is fine."

What's wrong with him?These words made several disciples even more confused. Song Yuanqiao pondered for a while but couldn't think of anything, so he could only say, "I'm stupid, I hope Master will speak clearly."

Looking over several disciples, Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, "You should know that there are only three regrets in my life as a teacher, and I still can't let go of them."

After saying a word, the faces of the few people changed slightly, and their eyes coincidently looked at Song Yuanqiao whose expression had dimmed, and sighed secretly.They are naturally aware of Master's regrets: one is for the third senior brother's paralyzed muscles and bones; the other is for Wuji who is still in Butterfly Valley;

Song Yuanqiao's temperament is modest and refined, but at the moment his expression is faintly sad.He is already at the age of knowing his destiny, but he only has a child named Qingshu who is not as good as his hair. Those who don't know the truth think that he married late, but they don't know that before Qingshu, he had a child named Qingzhu, but because of his Careless, the green bamboo, which was only barely swaddled, was lost, which also caused his wife to often lie ill with depression in her chest.

After nearly ten years, the husband and wife gave birth to Lin'er again, and his wife finally slowed down her yearning for Qingzhu because of the Qingshu, but because of the old illness, the foundation of her body was ruined, and she eventually died, and Qingzhu also became This is his wife's biggest regret. He has been looking for it all these years but can't find it. Now what Master means...is there any news? !Such a thought made Song Yuanqiao, who is over 50 years old, look apprehensive, and Zhang Sanfeng sighed and told the facts he knew.

"Two years ago, my teacher received a message from the abbot of Shaolin Temple that he accidentally learned that his closed-door disciple had the same birthmark as Qingzhu's waist, and the age comparison was similar, but we couldn't be sure, so we let us judge with our own eyes. , but unexpectedly that disciple disappeared halfway, and his whereabouts are unknown, as a teacher, I was afraid that you would be sad, so I didn’t talk about it, but I finally saw you today, and as a teacher, I can tell this matter.”

"Master, you mean..." Song Yuanqiao's eyes lit up, and he was a little incoherent with excitement, "Just now, Qingzhu, that is my Qingzhu?!"

"Yuanqiao, don't get excited, this matter has not been confirmed yet."

"No, master, he is Qingzhu!" Song Yuanqiao said this firmly, not because he was blinded by expectations.I haven't observed carefully just now, but now I think about Song Yuanqiao carefully, but I find that the boy's eyebrows are four or five points similar to his wife, "If Master is worried that I admit my mistake, then we can go and verify it now. I have seen Qingzhu's birthmark with my own eyes. For more than 20 years, I dare not forget every day, and I will never admit my mistakes."

Speaking of which, Song Yuanqiao was about to rush out like a kid, but was stopped by Zhang Sanfeng, "Yuanqiao! That little master has traveled all the way, and the matter of proof will be settled tomorrow, let him rest for now."

"Yes, yes, you must be tired after driving all the way, rest first, rest first!" Song Yuanqiao, who had long identified him as his son, nodded immediately when he heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, and it was a small matter to verify that it was a big deal for his son to rest.

Ian, who was sleeping comfortably with his head covered after taking a bath in the wing room, naturally didn't know all this, so the next day he suddenly felt the enthusiasm of the surviving Wudang Seven Heroes. When Song Yuanqiao stared at him with blinding eyes and asked him about the birthmark with some caution, Yi An realized it, and immediately raised his middle finger in his heart to express his contempt for the number of Yan Luodian—the peaty one. Second use of my father's birthmark! !

As a member of the martial arts world, especially a junior, coupled with the fact that the other party was so humble and non-malicious, Ian naturally couldn't refuse. Therefore, since he was a child, his birthmark was stamped with dog blood again, and Ian There is a third name here - Song Qingzhu.

Song Yuanqiao is not only the longest of the Wudang Seven Heroes, but also the default heir of the Wudang faction. Although the fact that he finally found his long-lost son is not a big deal, it is not a small one. He was blocked by Yi'an's relaxed statement that he prefers to be quiet rather than lively, so in the end, people in the martial arts world only knew that Song Yuanqiao had found his eldest son, and they didn't know anything else.

Staring at the young man with a proud face but curious eyes, Ian expressed a headache. Since he was a little sister, he has no experience with how to get along with a so-called younger brother.

"You are my big brother?" Song Qingshu was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he had the most competitive heart. In addition, he saw with his own eyes that his father, who had always been strict with him, treated Ian with care and ease. The other senior uncles also treated each other warmly, so they couldn't help feeling dissatisfied in their hearts, and the tone of their words was not very good, "Doesn't it look good? You look like a little boy, so girly!" "

Convex!A big black cross popped out on Yi'an's forehead, squinting at Song Qingshu's smiling peach blossoms, he finally knew how to get along well with his younger brother.Grinding his teeth, Ian raised his fist and punched Song Qingshu when he couldn't catch him! —— Nima, don’t you know that labor and capital hate others to call me sissy? ! !

So, the day was sunny, and Song Qingshu Tongzi, who had been beaten so badly that he couldn't handle it, deeply understood that his newly appointed elder brother had a temper and skill that were thousands of miles away from his appearance, and on that day, he was always full of confidence. Song Qingshu, who believed that he was really a young talent, shattered his pride all over the ground, and learned the true meaning of the saying that there are people outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains.

Outside the arched gate of the courtyard, Zhang Sanfeng was stroking his beard kindly with a smile on his face, and said in a very gratified tone, "The green bamboo has excellent roots and bones, and the skills are so good at a young age, and the moves are quite the essence of my Wudang martial arts. ah."

Song Yuanqiao nodded aside, seeing that his son who had been separated for 21 years was so outstanding, his chest was filled with pride and guilt, and when his eyes fell on the two "lively" sons in the courtyard, he couldn't help but smiled with relief, "Qingzhu and Qingshu get along well." Not bad, I feel relieved looking at it."

——So Song Daxia, where did you find something good? Hey! ! !

Since the beating in the courtyard, Song Qingshu's attitude towards Ian has undergone a 180-degree change.Originally, young people respect heroes. Song Qingshu's age is the most likely to develop admiration. Before, the people around him were elders who had higher martial arts than him. Among his peers, he was the best. available anywhere.

Now came Ian, who was only five or six years older than his elder brother. He was so easily suppressed that he had no strength to fight back. What's more, this person was his biological elder brother. If he didn't worship him, who would he worship?Thus, Song Qingshu, who had been trained by his elders and respected by his peers, finally found the focus of his life, and began to live a life of "loving each other" with his elder brother.

"Brother, Uncle Seventh is going down the mountain today, and my father agrees that we will go down the mountain together—"

Genuine Tea Ian, who was thinking about when to go back to Shaolin, stiffened his hand holding the teacup when he heard the voice, and now he has a headache when he sees Song Qingshu.You said that this man's friendship is not acquaintance, he believes in this sentence, but is this friendship too fast?Could it be... that he beat too hard and damaged a certain part of his brain, which caused Song Qingshu to almost become the second Duolong?

"Brother." Song Qingshu, who was at the most curious stage of life at the foot of the mountain, was extremely active, "Do you think I need to pack up and salute? What should I bring? A robe?..."

Ian's head was full of black lines. If there was no error in his memory system, Mo Shenggu just went down the mountain for a day, right?What do I need to bring?Of course there are only bank notes!Of course, when he went down the mountain in Shaolin, he didn't even bring a bank ticket, so he could always meet kind-hearted female donors when he went for alms. ——The shameless thought of a pseudo-monk who has been keen on the profession of monk.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Now Ian has truly understood the true meaning of this saying.Even though he was just going down the mountain to buy some daily necessities, he ran into someone looking for revenge. Fortunately, the enemy didn't seem to be interested in a nobody like him. He was only targeting Mo Shenggu, so he was happy to stay aside and watch the live-action martial arts master.As for Song Qingshu, this guy worships a little too thoroughly, and Ian easily pulled him together as a playmate with the plausible reason of "just some despicable apprentices and Uncle Seven."

Of course, the Seven Heroes of Wudang deserved their reputation. In a short time, Mo Shenggu alone retreated several enemies, but just as Mo Shenggu's victory was in sight, he suddenly ran into an acquaintance, and this acquaintance was still under siege, so as The righteous hero, Mo Shenggu, did his part to help.

Yi'an narrowed his eyes, looking at that attire, is it Emei?The one in black should be the head of the Emei sect. Although her kung fu is not top-notch, she is definitely a high-class master. She is no problem to the enemy, but the little girl next to her suffers. When she encounters such a person, she will forget her safety when fighting head of the.

Before Ian could say anything, Song Qingshu next to him couldn't stand it, "It's too much for so many people to bully a little girl!" Cursing this sentence angrily, Song Qingshu joined the battle with a long sword in his hand, and rescued her in time. The girl under the knife.

43 Second Wish

However, although Song Qingshu is young and energetic, this is his first time going down the mountain to face the enemy, and his experience is really too little. In addition, he is in a one-to-many besieged mode, and he starts to show signs of defeat in no time. It's just that Song Qingshu didn't forget to protect the girl behind him under such circumstances, which made Yi'an sigh that he was a pure young man.

Ian doesn't have much experience in fighting against such martial arts masters, but he is already familiar with the experience of beating people.Coupled with the integration of what he has learned in the past four years, Yian found that he did not belong to Mo Shenggu, and he even felt that he seemed to have the potential to surpass Mo Shenggu. Of course, the premise is that Mo Shenggu is exhausted at this moment. More than five points of force.

With Ian's joining, the situation immediately turned to one side, and the enemy began to retreat quickly upon seeing this.Mo Shenggu put away his long sword, first took a quick look at Ian and Song Qingshu, and felt relieved when he realized that they were all fine, he went forward and clasped his fists at the old nun.

"Wudang Mo Shenggu has seen Miejue Shitai."

"Mo Qixia doesn't need to be too polite, thank you Mo Qixia for taking care of what happened just now."

"Master, there is no need to thank you, this is what juniors should do. I just don't know who those people are? Why do you surround the teacher?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Jue Jue’s face was full of anger, "It’s not the evils of the Mingjiao, that lewd thief Yang Xiao insulted me, and the Emei people still denied it, and said that I slandered him, and sent these eagle claws to provoke me in Emei .”

Mo Shenggu knew who the Emei sect person was, because that person was related to Wudang, so Mo Shenggu didn't have much to say, so he could only second a few sentences at will and walked over on the pretext of worrying about Song Qingshu's injury.

Song Qingshu's injury was really nothing, it was just a slight scratch on his arm, some blood beads appeared and did not hurt the meridians.It's just that this kind of wound is very serious for an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, which also makes the girl more grateful for Song Qingshu's life-saving grace.

Carefully took out a handkerchief to help Song Qingshu tie up the wound, the little girl's Qingli face was full of thanks, "Thank you, big brother, my name is Zhou Zhiruo, what's the name of big brother?"

Zhou Zhiruo?Song Qingshu still had some impressions of this name. Two years ago, Grand Master took a girl to live in Wudang for a few days, and then sent them to Emei. The girl's name was Zhou Zhiruo.

"Song Qingshu."

"Brother Song!" The eleven or twelve-year-old girl didn't know anything else, she only knew that the person in front of her had saved her and was injured because of her, so he was a good person, and she was grateful and close to him.

When the first encounter between a boy and a girl becomes beautiful, will the established tragedy continue proudly?Will the girl's heart be delivered according to the traces of fate?

A trip down the mountain gave everyone in Wudang a more detailed understanding of Ian, which also prompted Zhang Sanfeng to teach martial arts. As for the sect, he had already sent a letter to the abbot of Shaolin and obtained his permission. Since An is Song Yuanqiao's son, he can naturally be counted as a Wudang disciple.The only problem now is Ian's own will.

Learn martial arts?Yi'an thought for a moment and then refused, "Grand Master is grateful for Qingzhu's kindness, but martial arts is more important than excellence, and Qingzhu's aptitude is blunt. Now that he has entered the Shaolin sect, he dare not be half-hearted and greedy, so as not to fall into a third-rate class." point."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng also nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it's rare for Qingzhu to see it so clearly at such a young age. Grand Master also knows that martial arts are not good enough, but Wudang and Shaolin can be said to be formed from the same lineage , martial arts moves have something in common, and besides, martial arts in the world are all one family, so Qingzhu can learn it with confidence, so it should be regarded as Grand Master's request."

It's rare to see such a good seedling, it's a pity to give up.Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng thought of his senior disciple's uneasy appearance when he talked about Qingzhu, letting Qingzhu learn more martial arts can also make Yuanqiao feel more at ease, pity the parents of the world.

Everyone said that it would be unreasonable if they didn't accept it for this sake, so I thought I'd go back to Shao