Monks from outside are good at chanting scriptures, even if this is a monk who is good at shouting microphones.

Song Yun was on the side, and he didn't express his opinion, just watched Xiaoya communicate with this "monk".

The "high monk" had a kind face and said quietly: "In this world, there is nothing that cannot be overcome. ”

Thinking about himself, he is already forty-one years old, and he has a great enemy who is secretly watching all the time, and he is not lying on his salary to taste his courage, trying to practice the ancient martial arts of Yanguo and then turn the tables.

Don't forget the original intention, you have to always~

"What you thought was falling apart is just a new beginning. ”

It only took a few moves to fight with one hand, and he was beaten by a big set. For Pei Wenwu, who has almost no defeat in his life, it is simply an incredible event.

But so what? Since the ancient martial arts of the Yan Kingdom are so powerful......

Then, if you can't beat it, join in.

"Child, you can choose not to. However, you have to be prepared that this may be your only chance to have offspring. Life is unpredictable, no matter how you choose, don't let your future self regret it. ”

Who would have thought that Pei Weiwu, who was bent on dominating the world at the beginning, would be willing to take great risks for the sake of the inheritance of future generations.

Some people, some things, missed, are for a lifetime.

"Cultivation is not about form. The body is in the Buddha's gate, and the heart is in the red dust. In the red dust, the heart is in the Buddha's door. Birth may not be pure. Joining the WTO may not be disturbed. The donor, among the trade-offs, also hope to be self-determined. ”

Pei Wenwu spoke very heartily, full of emotion, and his words were sincere, and there was no longer the slightest smoke and fire aura of "thunder!

After all, these are all things that he has personally experienced or is experiencing, so the words he said at this time are particularly infectious.

Xiaoya and Song Yun, who thought in their hearts that this was a fake "master", were a little refreshed by his first impression.

Pei Wenwu he left, he walked gently, without taking a single cloud.

He left the side hall, leaving time and space to the wanderer who was in a state of confusion.

On the road of life, Xiaoya has just started.

Silence is now a side hall.

It is also the current martial arts arena.

On the sidelines of the martial arts performance, there were many monks present.

After all, the martial arts arena is an open place, and there will always be monks passing by who will see Xia Shan and Mingxin exchanging ideas.

And how boring the monks who practice on this mountain are, in fact, they can also think about it.

In this world, how many people can really be pampered and not frightened, and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court?

Cultivation, even if you don't go home......

In the martial arts arena, Xia Shan is holding hands with Mingxin.

It's not a life-and-death struggle, nor is it a battle of will.

So the fight between the two seems to be a bit Buddhist.

But overall, Mingxin barely took half of the advantage.

Everywhere Xia Shan shot, Mingxin had to concede three points, and he was restrained when he punched, and his hands and feet couldn't help himself~

Kill the toad and stretch his legs, and the chick drinks water with his face facing the sky~

Fighting, the monk's robe on Mingxin's body gradually loosened.

It is the clothes that are half shy, like peach blossoms, and cowardly summer~

Xia Shan flipped his palm, pushing and pulling, flirting and flying~

Less, Mingxin only feels dizzy and hot, muscles and bones**~

Unable to move his wrist lazily, he loves to bow ~

Sweat is like starlight, bit by bit, on display on the carcass~

At this point, I know that it is difficult to fight and complain~

A sharp retreat, Mingxin left himself the last dignity.

"I throw in the towel!"

The onlookers suddenly became a little noisy.

"Lost?"

"Senior Brother Mingxin also lost?"

"This person is so powerful, where did he come from?"

......

In the meditation room, the abbot with white hair and beard is receiving a Taoist aunt.

This Dao Gu looks quite strange, wearing a navy blue robe, with a bun tied on the top of her head and fixed with a wooden hairpin, her hair is half white and not black, and she looks a little older. It's just that the skin on his face looks firm, smooth and ruddy, not much worse than that of a young girl in her twenties.

The whole person looks elegant and out of the world.

"Mrs. Jingyi, why do you have time to come here today?"

In terms of generation, Huiming, the abbot of Chongshan Shaolin with white hair and beard, is still inferior to this Dao Gu's generation.

Master Jing Yi shook his head and chuckled, "Since my apprentice left the school, I have no long-term business, where can't I go?

Abbot Huiming smiled bitterly and said, "Master Jingyi, don't tease me, you are here for Pei Wenwu, right?"

"Yes and no. Mrs. Jing Yi picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip before she continued: "It is said that I caught this Pei Wenwu by my apprentice, but he was picked up by you Chongshan Shaolin, and I, who is a master, naturally have to come and take a look." ”

"This ......" Huiming's old face couldn't help but tremble, although he knew that Master Jingyi should be playing tricks on him, but this hat is not easy to wear.

Pei Wenwu is a big gift package, whoever surrenders to him, in this circle, whoever naturally has some prestige, can be tougher when he speaks.

After all, competition is everywhere.

"Master Tai......" Hui Ming said with a long sigh: "Although this temple has not put much effort into this matter, we have investigated...... Mrs. Shi, your apprentice, has nothing to do with this matter. ”

"Oh......" Master Jing Yi drank tea by himself, lowered his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Then according to what you say, this Pei Wenwu was influenced by your Buddhism and voluntarily came to vote?"

Abbot Huiming is over eighty years old, and he really can't stand Mrs. Shi's teasing like this, so he has to spread his hands, "Mrs. Shi, I don't have such a big face...... Don't embarrass me here......"

"Okay~" Master Jing Yi stretched out the end of the note, and then said concisely and clearly: "Where is Pei Wenwu, I'll go see him." ”

"Okay!" Abbot Huiming raised his eyebrows and responded with a mouthful.

"Abbot!"

At this moment, a small monk broke in, shouting.

"Abbot! Oh no! Senior Brother Mingxin is fighting with people again!"

Abbot Huiming frowned, and said in a low voice: "This kind of trivial matter, you go and inform Senior Brother Huizhen." His disciples, he doesn't care who cares?"

"No, Abbot, in addition to Senior Brother Mingxin, the disciples of the Mingzi generation have also fought with that person......

"What!"

Abbot Huiming was taken aback, "Take me quickly!"

Mrs. Jingyi on the side didn't say anything, she dared to come to Chongshan Shaolin to kick the field, and she didn't know which guy ate the gall of the ambitious leopard.

Interesting, though, isn't it?

Poor Abbot Huiming was old, and he hurriedly trotted with his disciples, and when he arrived at the side of the martial arts arena, he saw a scene in the field, and he was almost angry.

"Come, raise your hands a little higher...... Hey, yes, elevate it. Your move is aimed at attacking the upper plate and making him ignore your following moves. If your arms can block his vision a little, you will block his vision a little. ”

Yes, don't look so obvious, everyone knows you're going to attack him in the side. ”

"And you, na, don't be so rigid, be flexible...... Be flexible, don't be so tight, relax ......"

Immediately, Abbot Huiming snorted coldly.

"Who is Your Excellency? I'm a Shaolin disciple, and I don't need Your Excellency's guidance!"

"Huh?" Xia Shan's body stiffened for a moment, he turned around a little stiffly, and saw Huiming in an abbot's robe, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"On a whim...... ...... on a whim"