food color

All the sects of the association died of poisoning on the way back. It should be the poison that you people from Yaowangzhuang used to cleanse the poison and heal the wounds of the members of the various sects. "

"What?" Duan Junheng grabbed Cheng Gong's lapel, "My master and you..."

Cheng Gong lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at Duan Junheng, "I have already cleared the master's poison in secret."

The shock and anger subsided slowly, and Duan Junheng returned to his previous calm, asking, "Why did you do this?"

Cheng Gong sighed, "Master's order is hard to break."

Duan Junheng's mood was a bit more complicated at this time, "I didn't expect that even a person like Yao Wang would listen to 'that person'. Who is 'that person'?"

Cheng Gong shook his head, "I don't know."

Although there was not much explanation and proof, Tong Xin and the others knew that Cheng Gong was not lying.

Duan Junheng was silent for a long time, and suddenly said to Tong Yi: "Can you let him go? I owe you a favor."

Tong Yi said: "Master Uncle is serious." With a wave of his hand, the imperial guards behind him opened a path for Cheng Gong to leave.

Neither Duan Junheng nor Cheng Gong expected Tong Yi to be so straightforward.

Tong Xin and Tong Yi leaned close together and said in unison: "We still regard you as a friend of senior brother (uncle)."

Cheng Gong was so ashamed that he almost wanted to bump his head on the cliff to death, but it didn't help, and he could only run away in the end.

Tong Yi said to Duan Junheng: "This man is a man of temperament. After this time, he will never betray you again."

Duan Junheng was taken aback for a moment, and soon realized that the twins were helping him win people's hearts.

Seeing that Duan Junheng was still depressed, Tong Xin raised his bound hands, "Brother, they bullied me, you can see that I'm bleeding."

Duan Junheng looked at the scars and bruises on Tong Xin's white wrists, his jade-like pupils were suddenly cold.

Squinting his eyes, he quickly explained, "It was he himself who said that he was abusive and happy."

Tong Xin's expression became even more aggrieved, "Look, they still made fun of me."

Man in black:"……"

Duan Junheng's movements were so fast that no one could see clearly, he squinted his eyes and fell down.

The Confucian scholar had some knowledge and looked at Duan Junheng in astonishment, "Yiyang finger."

Tong Yi raised his eyebrows at the men in black, "It seems that your master knows that I am watching your people, so he invited them for foreign aid."

Confucian scholars and women are silent.

Tong Yi raised his hand, "Not one left."

The Confucian scholar and the woman thought that Tong Yi would leave a mouth to interrogate the news, and they must still have a chance to escape, but they didn't expect Tong Yi to do so terribly.

Tong Yi originally planned to keep alive, but they hurt Tong Xin and touched his bottom line.

When Tong Yi's hand fell, the Imperial Guard's feathered arrows fell like raindrops.

After a while, apart from Yujian, there were corpses around the small earth temple.

There is no banquet that will never end, Tong Yi will continue to search for the Dragon Vein Scroll, and Tong Xin will continue to go to Shaolin Temple.

Parting is imminent, and the twins say goodbye inseparably.

Tong Xin sobbed, "Brother, when I'm not by your side, you can't forget me so badly."

Tong Yi also choked with sobs, "Xin Xin can't abandon me like the new and dislike the old."

Duan Junheng gritted his teeth, what kind of bloody drama is this?

Abalone winged belly and candied haws are very common.

Tong Xin sniffled, "Brother, you miss me three meals a day."

Tong Yi said affectionately, "Well, every time I take a bite of rice and say Xin Xin, it tastes delicious."

Duan Junheng: "..." Can this also increase appetite?

Tong Xin wiped his snot with Bingtang's skirt.

Bingtang looked at the shiny spot on her skirt, "..."

"Me too, it's very exciting to think about my brother whenever I'm um."

"..." Duan Junheng was powerless to complain.

Tong Yi: "..." Sure enough, Xin Xin's "skill" is at its peak.

The carriage went further and further away, but Tong Yi's waving arms could still be seen.

22. Arriving at Songshan Shaolin for the first time ([-])

Songshan Mountain is composed of Taishi Mountain and Shaoshi Mountain.At the foot of Wuru Peak in Shaoshi Mountain is the famous Shaolin Temple.

The Shaoshi Mountain is surrounded by various peaks, meandering continuously, and the scenery is beautiful, which is different in Tong Xin's eyes.

Tong Xin leaned against Duan Junheng's arms out of breath, like an old man who was about to give up his last words, and raised his finger with difficulty to point to the peaks lined up like swords and halberds, "Red... red... braised in red ……pork ribs."

Abalone wing belly: "..."

"That's not braised pork ribs, that's flatbread." Duan Junheng's expression remained unchanged.

Abalone wing belly: "..."

When Tong Xin heard this, he shook his head and waved his hands violently, "Big pie, don't, don't, don't..."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't want big cakes." Duan Junheng comforted Tong Xin very skillfully.

After walking for a while, Tong Xin pointed to the endless mountains again, "Nine...nine...turn fat...intestine."

Duan Junheng pulled his fingers away, "That's not Jiuzhuan fat intestines, it's steamed buns."

Abalone wing belly: "..."

When he heard it was steamed buns, Tong Xin's reaction was more intense than before, "Steamed buns, don't, don't, don't..." Tears fell out of tears.

Duan Junheng wiped his tears and said, "If you don't want it, then you don't want to cry."

Tong Xin said with a mournful face, "He shook his head violently and twisted his neck."

Duan Junheng: "..."

By the way, why did Tong Xin react violently when he heard these two things?

In order to let Tong Xin get used to the vegetarian diet in Shaolin Temple early, Duan Junheng forbade Tong Xin to eat any meat or fish along the way, and he couldn’t even eat any small snacks. In the end, Tong Xin became like this.

Not far from the roadside stood a stone tablet, on which three characters were engraved vigorously - Shaoshi Mountain.

When Tong Xin saw the stele, he ran over with rhythmic cross steps.

Seeing Tong Xin shaking and shaking, Duan Junheng hurriedly supported him, "Why do you look like you're drunk?"

Tong Xin's eyes were hazy, "Let go of me, who said I was drunk, look how steady my steps are."

"..." Steady, with the heels stepping on the surface of the feet.

Seeing Tong Xin struggling to break free from Duan Junheng, he staggered without taking two steps, and rushed forward uncontrollably, heading straight for the stele.

No matter how hard it is for a martyr to hit a wall to protect her chastity, she knocked on the stone tablet, and finally stopped.

Duan Junheng: "..."

Bao Shen hurried over with his wings, "Second Young Master, what are you doing?"

Tong Xin was still sticking to the stele, "I'll read the words on it."

Bao Shen was embarrassed, at such a distance, "...Second Young Master, are you sure you are reading the words on it, not smelling the words on it?"

Knowing that Tong Xin had reached his limit, Duan Junheng walked over to pick him up and headed straight to Shaolin Temple.

It is often said in the world that martial arts in the world come from Shaolin.

It can be seen that Shaolin is a holy place in the hearts of martial arts learners.

A thousand-year-old temple, with towering ancient trees, is solemn and solemn. (The current Shaolin Temple gate was built during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. I didn’t know what kind of brows were in the Ming Dynasty, so I took it all over.)

Even Tong Xin couldn't help restraining himself a little.

When Tong Xin and Duan Junheng went up the mountain, the Shaolin Temple opened its gate to accept lay disciples.

Therefore, there is quite a crowd in front of the mountain gate. If there is such a queue, I really don't know when I will be able to enter. Fortunately, there is Duan Junheng.

Duan Junheng took out the token and showed it to the little monk guarding the mountain gate.

The little novice uttered the Buddha's name, "Please come in later, I will report to the presiding officer."

Tong Xin and Duan Junheng entered Shaolin Temple under the guidance of another young monk.

Shaolin Temple, the sacred place of martial arts in many people's hearts, was far beyond Tong Xin's expectations.

Seeing Tong Xin's puzzled face, Duan Junheng asked, "What's wrong?"

Tong Xin said bluntly: "Why aren't there bald heads playing with guns and sticks?"

Duan Junheng patted Tong Xin's head, "This is a solemn place of Buddhism. It is disrespectful to the Buddha to wield a spear and a stick in a quiet place in the Zen forest. Therefore, the Shaolin monks practice in the gatehouse built outside the Shaolin Temple."

The little novice who led the way smiled and said, "This benefactor is right."

Tong Xin acted as if others were talking about himself, proudly said: "Of course, senior brother is Master Benming's disciple."

The little novice suddenly put his palms together and saluted Duan Junheng respectfully, "So it's my uncle, but I'm so rude."

"Your name is Keyuan?" Tong Xin squatted in front of the little novice, put his elbows on his knees, and rested his chin with both hands.He looked so cute, which made Duan Junheng feel an inexplicable impulse.

Keyuan proclaimed the Buddha's name, "The little monk's name is exactly Keyuan."

Tong Xin looked innocent and innocent, "Is there anyone named Ke Bian?"

"..."

Keyuan looked at Tong Xin for a long time, but didn't see that he was joking.

Tong Xin said again: "But no one will like it, otherwise, if you go out and report the name, you will be beaten wildly, and they will say after the beating is that you are the one who said it was good."

"..."

Duan Junheng hurried forward to pick up Tong Xin and left, fearing that the little novice could not hold back to find the stick monk, and they would be flattened and thrown out of the mountain gate.

The meditation room is simple and quiet, and a little novice monk will serve you green tea as soon as you sit down.

Although the tea is not a good tea, for Tong Xin who has climbed the mountain for half a day, it quenches his thirst in good time.

After a while, two young novice monks came and said that the host wanted to see them.

The small meditation room where Tong Xin and the others were located was next to the West Meditation Hall of the Daxiong Hall, so when the little novice took them out, Tong Xin saw the majestic Daxiong Hall.

After passing the Daxiong Palace, it is the Buddhist scriptures pavilion that was burned down and just rebuilt in the troubled times of the late Yuan Dynasty.

Duan Junheng looked at the Sutra Pavilion, and joked: "I heard that there are thousands of volumes in the Sutra Pavilion, and there are also Shaolin's peerless top martial arts - Yijinjing and Xisuijing."

When Tong Xin heard this, he turned to the Sutra Pavilion solemnly, "There must also be dysmenorrhea in there."

Duan Junheng: "..."

The little novice leading the way lost his footing and fell to the ground. As expected of a monk, the other little novice