The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

Wuhua jumped up the mountain path with his light kung fu, his clothes fluttered in the wind, he stopped when he was some distance away from the gate of the temple, and walked slowly.In front of the gate of the temple, he was still the wonderful monk Wuhua who was as impassive as the nine heavens in the past.

"...Uncle Wuhua!"

The little floor-sweeping monk saw him walking slowly in his ivory-white robes, with joy in his eyes, and ran towards him, but someone had reported to the sect master Wuxiang that Wuhua had returned.

Wu Hua had a gentle expression, talking with the monks one by one, no one would have guessed that there was impatience hidden under this gentle face.

Wuxiang rushed over, the monks dispersed, and the two brothers and sisters stood alone under the tree.

Dusk has come, and the round sun on the mountainside is gradually sinking to the west.

They parted for a long time, and they should have had endless conversations, but Wuxiang was honest and dull, and didn't like to talk about what was in his heart. Wuhua chatted with him for a while, and then proposed to see Master Tianhu.

Wu Hua thought that after saying this, she would be able to go to see Master Tianhu immediately, but Wu Xiang said: "Master is drinking tea with the two Tan Yues, is there something urgent for Junior Brother?"

Wuhua's eyelids twitched, he paused for a moment, and instead of answering the question, he asked in confusion, "Which two distinguished guests are they? Could it be that they are proficient in how to cook tea?"

two...

Chu Liuxiang had already been left behind by him, so it could never be Chu Liuxiang.

Wuhua was full of thoughts in her heart, but she heard Wuxiang say: "Those two young and handsome Tanyues came to see you. After knowing that you are not there, they can play in the temple and meet Master by chance... I took a look earlier, and Master seems to be like you. You are making tea yourself."

Wuhua felt slightly at a loss, there were indeed pilgrims who came to see him in the temple in the past, and now he heard Wuxiang's words, it was exactly the same as what happened in the past... Could it be a coincidence?

In the small courtyard, Zhao Huan and Bai Yutang were sitting side by side, and opposite was an elderly monk with handsome eyebrows, and the three of them were sitting facing each other drinking tea.

The house is filled with the fragrance of tea, and the bamboo forest in the courtyard is as green as emeralds, and it is quiet, like a fairyland.

The monk who invited them to drink tea was the former head of Putian Shaolin Temple, Master Tianhu.

Master Tianhu is highly respected, and his eyes are shining with wisdom and gentleness, as if he can see through everything.Under this gaze, there is nowhere to hide anything.

Zhao Huan even had the illusion that he had been seen through.

Zhao Huan drank tea all day in the palace. Zhao Ji was afraid that drinking would cause trouble, and he himself was said to be a bad drinker. The father and son almost drank all the tea brought into the palace every year.At this moment, Zhao Huan noticed the extraordinary quality of the tea, but there was still no big fluctuation on his face.

Master Tianhu had already seen from Zhao Huan's series of actions that the other party was an experienced tea drinker, even more proficient than Bai Yutang. He smiled slightly and said, "Is this tea suitable for the taste of the two of Tanyue?"

Bai Yutang: "Lips and teeth leave fragrance, good tea."

Zhao Huan: "Good tea."

Master Tianhu stroked his beard and smiled, the Shaolin Temple was silent and strict, the young monk held his breath in front of him, and the two disciples were even more stable and gentle, he rarely saw two young people who were full of vigor and vitality.

Zhao Huan explained to Master Tianhu why he came to Shaolin Temple—the seven wonderful monks without flowers.

Master Tianhu's eyes suddenly filled with sadness, and the old monk almost sighed and said, "Wu Hua is a good boy."

There is nothing wrong with him raising Wuhua and growing up, and he sighs this.

But Master Tianhu's tone made Zhao Huan and Bai Yutang feel strange.

There was a sound outside the courtyard, someone knocked lightly on the courtyard door, the knocker's voice was gentle and gentle, he said: "Master, the disciple is back."

Master Tianhu looked at the closed brown courtyard door, and the sigh-like color appeared in his eyes again.

Zhao Huan and Bai Yutang glanced at each other quietly, but at this moment Master Tianhu spoke slowly, "Come in."

Wuhua pushed the door open, and a monk with white ivory robes walked from the bamboo forest to the corridor. He was gentle and elegant, with a smile on his face, and sat down at the table.

Master Tianhu said kindly: "You are back."

Wuhua smiled and said: "I heard from my senior brother that the master drank tea with the two Tanyues, and the master cooked the tea himself. These years, only his disciples cook tea for you. It has been a long time since I drank good tea from you."

What he said was a bit of a complaint, but the two of them were like father and son, saying this did not appear to be beyond the norm, but on the contrary, it showed that they were not an ordinary master-student relationship.

Zhao Huan looked at Wuhua, the young monk smiled warmly at him and Bai Yutang, and nodded slightly in greeting.

When Wu Hua confirmed that the two people in the room had nothing to do with Chu Liuxiang, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the incident in Jinan, only Chu Liuxiang and Zhui Ming were investigating. Even though the news of Tianfeng Shishilang had already spread in the Jianghu, no one would associate it with him, the wonderful monk of Shaolin Temple.

He rushed back to Putian in order to silence Chu Liuxiang before he found out the truth. Wuhua had no hesitation in his heart. On the way, Wuhua relaxed a little again.

There is no rush to strike, and it is not too late to strike after the two leave.

With this thought, the smile on Wuhua's face became more sincere, as he said, quietly waiting for Master Tianhu to cook tea.

Not long after he was relieved, Zhao Huan opened his mouth and reported his name, expressing his admiration for Miao Seng Wuhua.

Wuhua's smile faltered slightly when he heard the young man in crimson clothes calling himself Zhao Jueming, and he even stopped breathing for a moment after Bai Yutang reported his name.

Zhao Jueming and Bai Yutang, the former is a rookie in the world, and the latter is a little famous. These two people may have nothing to do with the Jinan incident, but they are both very easy to cause trouble, and they are very sensitive to bad things.

Wu Hua forced a smile and said, "I was being rude, I didn't recognize Young Hero Jue Ming and Fifth Master Bai."

Zhao Huan shook his head: "We haven't seen each other before, so of course you won't recognize it."

When he looked at Wuhua, there was a glint in his eyes.

Miaoseng Wuhua, who has been famous for a long time, has extraordinary posture and demeanor, just like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

Bai Yutang looked at Wuhua, but he had to admit that Wuhua was indeed extraordinary.

Wu Hua smiled and said nothing, everywhere he passed, there were such eyes fixed on him, the world only looked at the skin, he was used to it; but at this moment, he had no intention of dealing with it, only thinking about the two people in front of him leaving as soon as possible.

The teapot gurgled and the fragrance of the tea overflowed, interrupting the conversation of the three of them. Master Tianhu smiled at them and said kindly: "The tea is ready."

Zhao Huan and Bai Yutang drank three cups of tea in the Shaolin Temple, and the sky was getting darker. They said goodbye to Master Tianhu, and the old monk responded with a smile.

Wuhua rushed back to Shaolin Temple in a hurry, but was unwilling to silence her, but at this moment he had to wear that mask, so he took the initiative to send the two young Tanyue out of the temple.

Master Tianhu watched Wuhua's back.The young monk has an elegant demeanor and a tall and straight figure. Through Wuhua's back, he saw the swordsman who had come from Dongying to the west in the past, and the child who looked down at his father's body and was weeping.

He grew up watching Wuhua.

Outside the gate of the temple, the sky was dark blue, with dots of stars embedded in the night, and Wuhua's white robe was also stained a little black. He handed the orange lantern to Zhao Huan, and smiled at the two of them: "Both Tanyue , the mountain road is rugged, be careful on the road."

At this time, the young monk was more like an immortal descending from the clouds, and Zhao Huan admired him even more. Holding a lantern, he solemnly bid farewell to Wuhua.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

The young man in crimson clothes said so.

Wuhua: ...?

Bai Yutang nodded slightly to Wuhua, turned around and went down the mountain with Zhao Huan.

The mountain road was long, and they lit lanterns, and the moon hung high, but they could see the road clearly, and they felt a bit of a leisurely night tour with candles.

Bai Yutang glanced at him, then suddenly said, "You seem to appreciate Wuhua very much."

Zhao Huan was serious: "Master Wuhua is outstanding, of course I appreciate him."

Because Wuhua stands there, it is enough to attract attention, and he is a veritable handsome boy.

Zhao Huan felt that he could learn a thing or two from him.

However, because of the news of Chu Liuxiang's going south, Bai Yutang had something in his mind, so he didn't respond to Zhao Huan's compliment to Wuhua.

the next day.

Zhao Huan and Bai Yutang went to Lin Temple again, wearing crimson clothes and white robes, both of which were heroic and youthful.

Wu Hua had a smile on her face, but her heart was full of impatience.

When the two came to Shaolin Temple, they went straight to the backyard, so that he had no chance to be alone with Master Tianhu. Seeing that Chu Liuxiang would come, Wuhua became more and more anxious.

Zhao Huan was very close to Master Tianhu. Although he didn't believe in Buddhism, he also had some understanding of Buddhist principles.Bai Yutang occasionally listened to a few words, but most of the time, he just accompanied Zhao Huan to Shaolin Temple, and then he held his sword in his arms to watch the flowers.

Wu Hua watched from the side, and for some reason had the illusion that Bai Yutang was waiting for something to happen.

This scene happened for two days in a row, Wuhua knew that there must be no delay, so she made up her mind and decided to settle Zhao Jueming and Bai Yutang together.

He himself must not expose the identity of Tianfeng Shishilang's eldest son. As for the arrangement after the silence, someone will take the blame for him.

Wuhua, a wonderful monk, offered to cook tea for the three of them. Master Tianhu nodded in response, and Zhao Huan offered to help. Wuhua froze imperceptibly, and wanted to refuse, but Zhao Huan was very firm, so Wuhua had to agree. .

The sound of the two people's footsteps faded away, and the room fell silent again.

Master Tianhu always had a kind smile on his face, but after Wu Hua left, that sense of sadness appeared in his eyes again.

Bai Yutang observed it for many days, and when he saw this, he pointed it out directly: "Master, do you have something on your mind?"

Master Tianhu stroked his beard and said, "Young Xia Bai is sharp and intelligent, and I want to know what the old monk is thinking."

Master Tianhu retired to Shanlin Temple in Putian 20 years ago. After vicissitudes, he has seen all the world. When Bai Yutang looked at him, he also looked at Bai Yutang.

Bai Yutang's gaze was like a torch, and he asked, "Wuhua is the son of Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang?"

Master Tianhu sighed lightly, but did not answer immediately.

On the other side, Zhao Huan followed Wuhua to the backyard. Wuhua wanted to leave Zhao Huan alone, so she asked him to get tea from the cabinet in the next room, while she took out the jar containing the winter snow water and lifted the lid of the altar.

He listened carefully and heard the sound of Zhao Jueming opening the cupboard door next door, so he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, uncovered the bottle cap, and was about to pour Tianyi Shenshui into the altar——

"Master Wuhua, what are you doing?"

Behind Wu Hua suddenly came a young man's clear and plain voice, like thunder, his expression changed, and his heart was full of murderous intent.

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The burn was not very serious, but it was hot and painful at first, but it is much better now, thank you for the little angel who left a message www.

Today is a bit stuck, deleted, deleted, and changed to the current Yazi _(:з"∠)_. It was originally expected to be [-] words, but it is really stuck. I will wait until this plot point passes. By the way

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