The whole thing was explained to Meng Zuo in extremely concise language.

Of course, he didn't mention that the ashes of the master and brother were buried under the tree, for fear of scaring Meng Zuo, and he didn't mention some specific details, because it was too much of a waste of time.

But even so, he still wanted to tell the story that was hidden in his heart and should have slowly died with the passage of time, from six or seven o'clock to eight or nine o'clock.

However, Meng Zuo has no culture, and he walks the world in a sentence.

After listening to it, Meng Zuo really couldn't think of any other words to describe it, he only felt that this kind of tragic and desolate story should only appear in a novel, but he didn't expect to be really met by him.

So, he opened his mouth and spat out.

"Ouch, master...... Really bit. ”

Master Kongwen was originally full of sadness, and the whole person fell into deep memories, but Meng Zuo's words were dragged out of the memories by the master.

This feeling is like you are watching a small movie on some 18 forbidden websites, and suddenly you find that Ruhua is watching you right in front of you.

All of a sudden, it wilted.

But fortunately, Master Kongwen has lived for more than seventy years, and he has seen strong winds and waves, this little thing is nothing, even if there are ten flowers in front of him, he will be correct, he cleared his throat and adjusted his mood.

"Alas, I can only say that my master and brother read too little, their vision was too narrow, and they took a narrow road, which led to the current Shaolin Temple being strong and middle-class. ”

"I wonder if Master Kongwen can tell us, how can you be strong on the outside and do it in the middle?" Meng Zuo also felt that he was a little out of shape, and blushed a little.

It stands to reason that this kind of question involves the secrets of the Shaolin Temple, and Master Kongwen will never tell the other party.

But Meng Zuo is different, the first time he saw Meng Zuo, Master Kongwen found that this person's popularity was unusual, maybe he was the savior of Shaolin Temple.

And the Shaolin Temple has fallen into such a state, even if he is not, he has to give it a try.

"To tell the truth, Lord Meng said that this kind of thing touches the privacy of my temple. Master Kongwen said with a smile.

"Oh, that'......" Meng Zuo nodded in understanding.

He was just about to say that it was inconvenient, but Master Kongwen answered again.

"But I had a dream last night, and my brother and master came to dream, saying that I would meet a noble person today, and he would be able to revitalize my great Shaolin again, I believe that you are the destined noble person of my temple, so it doesn't hurt to tell you about this matter. ”

In fact, there is no dream, and it is so godly.

These are just empty excuses.

In addition, there is something else in his words......

"I'm so sorry to be addicted to smoking, so I went out for a cigarette. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto is also a smart person, he immediately understood, and he was not angry, so he stood up with a smile, bowed, and walked towards the door.

This time, the empty news was not stopped, and Tomokazu Yamamoto was allowed to leave.

Squeak......

Bang dang!

When the door was closed, Tomokazu Yamamoto lowered his voice and looked at Meng Zuo.

"Master Meng, let me tell you this. ”

"Well, it's okay to call me Xiao Meng or Meng Zuo, you are an elder, and you always call me the donor and you, I'm a little uncomfortable. Meng Zuo endured it for a long time and finally spoke.

"Okay, Master Meng. Kongwen nodded seriously with an expression, "When my master was still there, there would be a person in the temple who had a little martial arts, and there were about three hundred. ”

"And now, don't look at the thousands of tourists every day, there are thousands of disciples in the outer courtyard and nominal disciples, but there are less than a hundred people who have really learned martial arts. ”

"Yikes!"

Meng Zuo didn't know how to answer for a while, he really didn't expect this kind of gap.

False prosperity.

It really is a false prosperity.

"I thought that at most, there was no progress, and the more you developed, the more degraded you became. ”

After Meng Zuo blurted out, he regretted it a little.

He thought it hurt to say that.

But Master Kongwen didn't seem to care about that, and he sighed and nodded with a wry smile.

"I'm very reluctant to see that, but it's true. ”

"That's why I had to invite you. ”

Meng Zuo was taken aback.

"It's not going to be for me to teach them martial arts, is it......? There are a lot of announcements on my side, and I have to catch up with the announcement, so I don't have time. ”

In fact, Meng Zuo didn't have any announcement, at least not yet, but he could only find a way to shirk it.

He does know martial arts.

Golden bell jar!

There's also an iron cloth shirt that I haven't learned yet!

But he doesn't know how to teach! He hasn't practiced himself, so how can he teach others?

"Master Meng, don't panic. Master Kongwen found that although Meng Zuo's martial arts were profound, he was still a young man's temperament, "I'm not asking you to teach them, there are more than a dozen elders in the temple who know martial arts, which is enough to deal with it." ”

"Oh, that's good. Meng Zuo patted his chest and relaxed slightly.

"I wanted you to come to a contest. ”

"Huh?!" Meng Zuo's heart just let go rose to his throat again, and he felt that the empty man in front of him seemed to have made a more excessive request.

"I don't know if you've heard of it, the Martial Arts Conference. ”

"Which dance, the dance of the dance?"

Meng Zuo was still struggling, but he had already seen the suffocating shaking motion of Master Kongwen.

"The martial arts of martial arts. ”

"It's not...... Master of Empty Stories. Meng Zuo squeezed out two tears in his eyes, "My family is poor, my parents are dead, and there are still two mouths waiting to be fed at home, I can't go to death so early......"

"No, I've seen your bell jar, it's amazing. Hearing this, Master Kongwen hurriedly comforted.

"It's not amazing! Who said it's amazing!" Meng Zuo had a posture of "whoever dares to speak, I will fight with whomever I want".

"I saw your video. I didn't expect that Master Meng Shi, you would be able to practice the golden bell jar to the fullest at a young age, which is really incredible. ”

"Huh, what is the Golden Bell Jar?" Meng Zuo began to play dumb mode.

Joke!

Martial arts conference?

You don't have to think about this kind of thing, you definitely don't want to go!

When the time comes, the bigwigs from all parties will gather together, toad skills, shadowless feet, Xiao Li flying knives flying around on the stage, and he will only be beaten with a golden bell jar in the past?

It's okay to say that I have a golden bell shield to protect my body, and it hurts a little at most.

But if you accidentally hit your own life.

Then the happiness of the next half of his life......

No, no, no, no, no!

Death is not going to go!

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse. Master Kongwen persuaded Meng Zuo in a childish tone, "There are very rich rewards in this competition. ”

"I have an annual salary of tens of millions, a bright future, a promising future, and I don't need any rewards. ”

Meng Zuo's head shook into a rattle.

"Aren't you from a poor family?" the Master of Empty Hearing was stunned.

"Uh. Meng Zuo also paused for a moment, "That was once, and now through my unremitting efforts, it has gotten better." ”

He didn't think it was enough, and added.

"And don't hide it from Master Kongwen, you said, I've been shy since I was a child, I blush when I go to the park where I have a lot of people, and I'm embarrassed to take a bath in the bathhouse in the university dormitory, like a big stage like a martial arts conference, I must be nervous when I go up, when I am nervous, I love stomach aches, leg cramps, and I will be embarrassed by our Shaolin Temple when the time comes, right?"

Master Hearsay felt that he had met a scoundrel.

Are you shy and still an artist?

Shy and singing?

Ghost letter?

However, after all, he had a request for someone, and he was not easy to attack, so he continued to be patient, and bitterly wanted to change his mind, "Master Meng, don't worry, let's talk about it again." ”

And Meng Zuo is talking nonsense, but he doesn't get to the point.

The two of them, one old and one young, are like pulling a big saw, but unfortunately they are holding a rusty chainsaw, and they can't pull it out in a short time.

......

Tomokazu Yamamoto stood outside, looking at the door like a god.

"Excuse me, can I smoke here?"

Wen Zhi was playing Glory of Kings, glanced at him, and nodded.

"Thank you. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto bowed slightly, then skillfully took out a cigarette and lighter, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled pleasantly.

"It's cold outside. ”

"Who's to say it's not?" Wen Zhi's eyes didn't leave the King's Canyon, "so I deliberately added a layer of cotton to my clothes." ”

"You're also afraid of the cold?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto in surprise.

"Otherwise?" Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment, and it was this stunned that made Xiao Qiao die again, he put down his phone and said with some annoyance.

"Oh, sorry to bother you. Tomokazu Yamamoto apologized with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. Wen Zhiquan asked a stupid question when Yamamoto's brain twitched, waiting for the resurrection and then commanding the canyon.

After a while, Tomokazu Yamamoto asked again, "Mr. Wenzhi, I want to ask you a question." ”

"You say. ”

Wen Zhi replied helplessly, thinking that if you smoke, you will smoke well, why do you talk so much.

But he also knows that Yamamoto's status is quite unusual, which can be seen by the tens of thousands of incense money he gives a month.

"What would you do if you had a knife in your wrist?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto earnestly.

Wen Zhi was stunned.

He looked at Tomokazu Yamamoto with the eyes of a fool.

"Bleeding...... What is wrong with you, Lord Yamamoto? Do you want me to call you a doctor? ”

"Oh, no, it's just a simple question. Tomokazu Yamamoto smiled politely.

Wen Zhi felt that this smile was a little frightened and a little hairy, so he quietly walked out a few steps and kept a certain distance from Tomokazu Yamamoto.

Neuropathy.

He thought to himself.