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For the martial arts conference, the old monk hopes that the younger brother will go there on his behalf. "

Tong Xin looked at Duan Junheng, "Then senior brother, can you go with me?"

The abbot said: "Ben Ming's nephew is still not awake, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for Jun Heng to go with his junior brother."

Tong Xin said very seriously: "As the saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than beat up little mandarin ducks."

Duan Junheng: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"Senior brother and I are newly married, how dare you have the heart to break us up."

"Xiao Xin," Master Juewu scolded lightly, "don't mess around."

"Master, don't worry." Ben Zhai thought that Tong Xin was worried that no one with strong martial arts would protect him. "Although Master Nephew Duan can't go, the host has dispatched many masters to go with the master to ensure the safety of the master." safety."

Tong Xin lacked interest, "Who is coming with me?"

Benzhai said: "There are four great King Kongs."

"No." Tong Xin was a little angry.

"Why?"

"They're so bald."

"..."

Benzhai said again: "Originally, I changed my uncle and wanted to go with me, but I realized that my uncle and uncle can't be left alone for a day, so I recommend myself as my nephew and I am willing to go together on my behalf."

Master Liaogai is the number one master in Shaolin.

Tong Xin glanced at him, "You can go, but I want to bring my brother Tong Liang with me."

"That's natural." The abbot said.

"I still want Master Nephew Benyu."

"Why?"

"Of course you have to bring a warehouse with you when you go out."

Ben Yu jittered, "..." Is that what I'm used for? !

"I also want to bring Senior Brother Ken, Senior Brother Kong, Nephew Master Ben, Nephew Ben Nan, Nephew Ben Zhong..."

Everyone: "..."

Tong Xin counted names from the four heads of the four classes to the eight deacons, and then all the way from the original generation to the youngest Wu character generation. The exhaustive details made the seated monk Benzhong feel ashamed.

After Tong Xin finished counting the names, Master Juewu taught earnestly: "You will leave the abbot alone as the bare commander in the temple?" Tong Xin "carried forward" the word "bright commander", so that everyone in the temple knows it. .

Abbot: "..."

38. Participate in the martial arts conference ([-])...

In the end, those who decided to accompany Tong Xin to the martial arts conference included Master Tang Seng Benzhai, Master Seng Benwu, Master Ku Shiseng Benyu, as well as the Four King Kongs and Eighteen Stick Monks, who are said to be the strongest lineup in Shaolin. Not too much.

But I don't know why Tong Xin insisted on bringing Xu Zizhou, Lu Man and Fang Suqing, but the abbot finally agreed.

Tong Xin didn't have to worry about the rest of the trivial matters. Just as he was about to have a short-lived intimacy with Duan Junheng, commotion came from the direction of Master Benming's dormitory, followed by cries for help.

Duan Junheng flew over without hesitation, but when he arrived, the killer had already run away. Fortunately, Tong Yi happened to be visiting Master Benming at that time. wounded by the killer.

Because Master Benzhai and Master Benyu were going to assist Master Gai and the abbot to treat Benming, Tong Xin and the others postponed their departure for a while.

But in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that Ben Ming's injury was compounded, and further treatment would only extend his life.

Duan Junheng guarded Master Benming day and night, and he lost a lot of weight.

After Benzhai surveyed the entire site, he found muddy footprints on the beams, and nothing else.

Tong Xin always thought that the person who hurt Tong Yi and Master Ben Ming was King Ning, but after careful consideration, he felt that it was not King Ning, but the person they ran into that night was definitely not trivial.

Since Tong Yi was assassinated that day, although he was still playing with Tong Xin on the surface, his mind was always in a trance.

Really unable to hold back the doubts in his heart, Tong Xin decided to meet Tong Yi secretly under the cover of night.

After the evening class, Tong Xin carefully looked around, got out of the cassock of Master Jue Wu who was sitting in meditation, then climbed over the disciples of Master Gai, and finally climbed up the window next to the open door... out.

Master Enlightenment: "..."

Changing Master: "..."

After coming out of the meditation room, Tong Xin went straight to the hut where Tong Yi was.

At this time, Tong Yi has not yet fallen asleep, and the candlelight in the room prints Tong Yi's figure on the window paper.

Tong Yi seemed to be in deep thought, motionless.

Under the gaze of Bei Tanglong who was guarding outside, Tong Xin tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground cautiously, and simply crawled close to Tong Yi's window lattice.

Bei Tanglong: "..."

Tong Xin looked around, tapped on the window lattice three times, and whispered, "Yangtze River, Yangtze River, I am the Yellow River."

Bei Tanglong: "..."

The figure on the window paper was stunned, got up and walked to the window, "Yellow River Yellow River, I am Yangtze River, what color are your pants today?"

Bei Tanglong: "..."

The expression on Tong Xin's face matched the secret signal, "Sister, I have eighteen flowers, and I don't wear them."

Bei Tanglong: "..."

Tong Yi continued: "Brother, I was eighteen playing in mud and forgot to wear it."

A little monk passed by, "..." very calmly let go of his feet and ran away.

Bei Tanglong sighed, the way the twins play is never the same!

Speaking of which, Tong Yi pushed open the window and excitedly pulled Tong Xin up, "Xin Xin, I finally see you."

Tong Xin stood up and grabbed Tong Yi's hand, "Brother, I finally found you."

The two sighed as if they had been separated for many years.

Just as Bei Tanglong was about to open the door, Tong Xin looked around like a thief, and then climbed in through the window.

There is something called a door, okay?Bei Tanglong secretly said.

Tong Yi also looked around vigilantly, and gently closed the window.

Beitanglong saw the reflection of the twins on the window paper inside, embracing and whispering.

Tong Xin and Tong Yi leaned against the window, sitting side by side on the ground together, just like when Tong Xin was punished when he was a child, Tong Yi secretly ran to look for him at night, and the two children held hands and slept next to each other.

"Brother," Tong Xin leaned his head on Tong Yi's shoulder, "Who did you meet with Master Benming the night you were injured?"

Tong Yi was silent.

"Brother, don't be perfunctory, I know it's not King Ning's." Tong Xin's tone was very sure, "It should be that when you escaped, you deliberately alarmed King Ning who was passing by, in order to interfere with the pursuers."

Tong Yi looked at Tong Xin, "Xin Xin, my brother has never lied to you, but I really can't tell you what happened this time. One less person who knows our family will be less dangerous."

Tong Xin was slightly surprised, but it seemed to confirm his thoughts more and more, "Could it be today's..." pointing to the top.

Tong Yi almost begged, "Xin Xin don't delve into it any further, it's more difficult than you imagined."

Tong Xin really stopped asking, because he knew that as long as Tong Yi didn't want to talk, no one would be able to ask.

Time passed in silence between the two, and just as Tong Xin was about to go back, Tong Liang ran over in a panic, "Beitanglong, are my elder brother and elder brother Xin here?"

"They're all there." Bei Tanglong replied.

Tong Xin stood up and pushed the window out, poked his head out and said, "What's the matter, Liangliang?"

Tong Liang said: "Master Uncle Benming has woken up."

"This is a good thing, why are you panicking?" Tong Xin also stood up and asked.

Tong Liang said with a pessimistic expression: "I'm waking up, I'm afraid it's the last...return to the light."

Tong Xin hurried to the abbot's courtyard, and when he got there, he saw many people standing outside the hut, even the abbot was outside.

The atmosphere is very depressing.

"Senior host, why are you standing outside?" Tong Xin was puzzled, "Is my brother inside?"

The monks said: "Amitabha."

Tong Xin couldn't bear their slowness, and when he was about to go in to see it, Master Benyu stopped him, "Uncle, it's inconvenient to go in at this time."

"What's the matter? Did something happen to my brother?" Tong Xin was a little anxious.

"Junior Brother, don't worry, Jun Heng is fine, it's just Benming... alas," the abbot sighed, "Benming knows that he has not long since known, and he is passing on his life's power to Junheng."

"It was I who harmed Master Benming." Tong Yi knelt at the door of the hut guiltily.

"Amitabha." Master Liaoken, who seldom spoke, stood up, "Don't blame yourself, Tong Benefactor, everything is determined."

Waiting is always so torturous, when Duan Junheng's exclamation came from the room, everyone had to rush in.

On the couch, Benming sat cross-legged weakly with the support of Duan Junheng, and brought Tong Xin and the abbot in. Benming clasped his hands together with difficulty, and said with an air of gossamer: "Please... host permission... Junheng tonight... Then...challenge...copper...human... formation."

Everyone can understand Ben Ming's heart, and he hopes to see Duan Junheng become a teacher.

"Amitabha." The abbot turned to Benzhai and said, "Go and prepare."

"Yes, host."

In a short while, Master Benzhai brought eighteen monks whose upper bodies were bare and covered with gold lacquer. This is the legendary Eighteen Bronze Man Formation.

Seeing these bronze figures standing in the courtyard, Tong Xin thought of a word - immovable as a mountain.

The eighteen bronze figures stood still on their respective positions, just like the statues of gods in the Buddhist temple, but once they moved, they would turn into gods of war.

Duan Junheng helped Master Benming to sit against the wall on the couch, and after he collapsed, he bowed to Benming before walking into the courtyard.

"Brother." Tong Xin walked over anxiously.

Duan Junheng patted Tong Xin's hand holding his sleeve, walked towards the Eighteenth Bronze Man resolutely, clasped his hands together and saluted, "Junheng is rude."

The Eighteen Bronze Men almost moved together with Duan Junheng.

Tong Xin couldn't see exactly how they fought, but saw Duan Junheng's blurry figure, walking among the eighteen bronze figures with ease.

The skill of the eighteen bronze men is not as good as Duan Junheng's, but these eighteen people cooperate very tacitly, making up for each other's deficiencies, coupled with the effectiveness of the formation, Duan Junheng can't do anything to them for a while.

After getting a little familiar with the transformation of the lower formation, Duan Junheng relied on