The night is already thick, and the snowflakes are falling, each snowflake is very distinct, and when it falls to the ground, it will not turn into moisture, but accumulate one by one.

The snow never stops falling from morning to night, and it tends to get heavier and heavier.

Under the five milk peaks, the Shaolin Temple has become covered in silver, although there are disciples who clean and take care of it, but the snowflakes are like the leaves that will fall every day, endlessly, even if an hour ago to confirm that it is clean, but the next hour, the ground will be attached to a layer of hoarfrost.

In the snow, two people stood at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, facing the pine forest, and their eyes were like deep arrows, looking at the end of the world.

The two of them didn't stand here for long, but their heads were already covered with a layer of snow, one of them was nearly two meters tall, with big shoulders and round waist, and he ate fat heads and fat brains, but if you look closely, you can find that his body is not all fat, his eyes are bright, and at a glance he knows that he is a person who has been practicing martial arts for a long time.

The other person is much shorter than the big man next to him, should only be more than one meter seven, although his face is already full of wrinkles, but with the angular facial lines, it can be seen that he was definitely a handsome son when he was young.

It's just that both of them have no hair, and they are both monks of Shaolin Temple.

"It's snowing, Master. ”

The big man is very tall, and every time he stands next to Master Kongwen, he will bow slightly and accommodate Master.

"yes, it looks like it's getting bigger, it's the first time in a few years that it's snowed so early. ”

Master Kongwen stroked his beard and looked at the pine forest, he knew that there, lying there, there were two souls who had done their best for the Shaolin Temple.

"Master, every time it snows, it means that the martial arts conference is about to start. Dahan was silent for a long time, and then spoke again.

Kongwen's body trembled, revealing a hint of nervousness.

Yes, every time it snows, it means that the martial arts conference is about to start.

The wind and snow are called, the martial arts conference, borrowing the wind to rise, borrowing the snow to stand, New Year's Day, the day of the competition.

However, in the past few martial arts conferences, Shaolin Temple has fallen into decline, and its results are even inferior to many children of various sects who have no fame or reputation.

The pinnacle produces hypocritical advocacy, and the twilight witnesses true believers.

Although the reputation of Shaolin Temple is very great, and there are thousands of outer disciples, there are only a few hundred inner disciples who really practice with their hearts, and only a handful of them take it.

In recent years, there have been no new resources, no fresh blood, they can only rely on the older generation to maintain, but their age is getting bigger day by day, their physical strength is declining, and many powerful and excellent disciples are older than the scope of the competition, and the influence of Shaolin Temple in the industry is not as good as day by day.

The competition is held once every four years, four years, which is enough to train a bunch of outstanding people, but none of them have been cultivated in Shaolin Temple.

It's not how bad the management of the Shaolin Temple is, nor is it that the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple are too profound.

The reason is precisely that the Shaolin Temple is too famous, and the fame is so great that it has gradually formed a commercial chain.

From the foot of the mountain to the Shaolin Temple and then to the mountain, from eating, drinking and playing to accommodation to commercial performances, Shaolin Temple seems to have become a famous brand, how many people flock to it, but not many people are really willing to spend their hearts to understand and seriously understand Shaolin Temple.

The great sorrow of martial arts is that it is not worthy of the name.

"Alas......"

Master Kongwen let out a long sigh, and a feeling of powerlessness arose.

Back then, he and his senior brother Kong Zheng were both there, practicing martial arts wholeheartedly, and followed his master to participate in the martial arts conference, and no one could look at the edge of the two.

Fight all over the world invincible, just hear the brothers.

At that time, there were countless young and handsome people, and all the major sects came to visit Shaolin Temple in person, and wanted to kick the hall, but they were beaten back by the two brothers.

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

(From Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey")

Although they are not chivalrous, but in the eyes of everyone at that time, the two brothers were not chivalrous, they were better than chivalrous, in the rivers and lakes, no one knew their names, with long sleeves like the wind, and they were famous all over the world.

But now, the senior brother has long since left, and he has reached the twilight of his life, and he no longer has the courage of the past, hoping that the later children can be amazed by the world, but he can't ask for a talent, even if it is his closed disciple - Wen Zhi, it is just like that, and he is only a middle-class asset among hundreds of Tianjiao of various factions, and he has not reached the top.

The only son, named Meng Zuo, has the brilliance of Shaolin Temple, and even has no faults, but he is not a disciple of Shaolin Temple, even in the list of outer disciples, there is no one with the same name and surname as Meng Zuo.

"Wen Zhi. Kong Wen exclaimed softly, his voice full of vicissitudes.

The big man next to him was Wen Zhi, and when he heard the master calling him, he bent down even more, bowed over and listened: "Master, I'm here." ”

"You say, is the hope of Shaolin Temple really going to be handed over to outsiders?"

Kong Wen smiled bitterly, although he really wanted to lead the Shaolin Temple all the time, but time was not forgiving, and he was already exhausted.

Wen Zhi didn't speak, usually he giggled, drank wine and ate meat, but after encountering this problem, he was still unwilling, he clenched his fists, but he didn't know how to respond.

Because this is indeed the case, Shaolin Temple, there are not a few disciples who can take it now.

"Master, I'm too incompetent. Wen Zhi thought about it for a long time, but he didn't know how to comfort the master, so he had to say this.

"Nope. Don't be presumptuous. Kong Wen waved his hand, "Your talent is indeed not top-notch, but it is not stupid, I know that you usually seem to be not doing your job, not entering the Buddhist stream, but you practice quite hard, you practice until late at night on weekdays, carry a bottle of safflower oil with you for fear of muscle overexertion and strain, from morning to night, and from late to morning, I look at it." ”

"You've worked hard enough, but you have an individual limit, you still have room for improvement, it's just that it takes time. At least......" said with a wry smile, "you're much better than those who really don't do their jobs." ”

"The huge Shaolin Temple, what's the matter!" Wen Zhi's eyes were red, and he looked at the ground blankly, and his big fist of the casserole suddenly hammered onto the stone escalator on the stairs on the side.

In an instant, the snow splashed everywhere, leaving a bright red fist mark on the snow.

He is really sad, he has been practicing hard for twenty-five years since he entered the mountain at the age of twelve, and now he is thirty-seven years old, and he has devoted himself to the Shaolin Temple.

"You don't have to blame yourself, you don't have to complain. Kong Wen sighed, "Heaven is destined, man-made." We should work hard, and let the destiny of heaven decide what will happen in the end. ”

When he was young, he still felt that man was the victor of heaven.

Now, he prefers to believe that destiny cannot be disobeyed.

Wen Zhi stopped talking, but his rapid breathing and slightly sobbing nose showed his sadness, but fortunately, the wind and snow were loud enough, Wen Zhi didn't look over, even the empty master beside him didn't know that he was crying in secret.

The two of them just stood silently, looking at everything in the Shaolin Temple, looking at the disciples who were sometimes serious, sometimes in a daze, and sometimes chatting.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Snow covered their hair, turning gray for both of them.

The Shaolin Temple, which is more than 30,000 square kilometers, is clear and cold, with a little vitality.

......

"Hey, is it the case that everyone who makes movies has to do this?"

Meng Zuo was wearing a big red robe, looking at the actors in front of him with a smile, and quietly chatted with Tomokazu Yamamoto with a slight sideways.

"No, but before filming starts in China, don't you want to cut the red line and get some pigs, beef and mutton to worship?" Tomokazu Yamamoto also smiled, kept his mouth as little as possible, and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "Since you have arrived in China, you have to use Chinese methods and rules, fish and fresh vegetables!"

"It's to follow the local customs!" Meng Zuo corrected, "Who's going to cut it at that moment?"

"Of course it's cut together!Meng Zuojun, you don't even know the most basic rules, right?" Tomokazu Yamamoto's pupils dilated slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said to Meng Zuo.

"Okay, well, cut together, cut together. Meng Zuo looked at these actors and felt a little nervous.

When he was on the show, he was also watched and sung by many people, but this time it was different, this time he wanted to be the master instead of the contestant, and what kind of characters are the people watching him below!

The queen of cross talk - Liu Wenliang, the Hollywood movie star - Frang Croero, and a number of second- and third-tier stars who can at least be named.

Row noodles!

"There's another question. Meng Zuo stood on the stage and asked Tomokazu Yamamoto quietly.

"You say. ”

"How long is your assistant going to beep, I've been standing for half an hour, and my legs are going numb. ”

In fact, with Meng Zuo's physical strength, he would not be numb at all, but he was a little tired of listening to the words of this Yamamoto Tomokazu and his assistant, and he talked about such a thing back and forth for a long time.

"Don't worry, it should be soon, he just has a little bit to talk about. ”

"It's a little bit, it's too grinding, isn't it!" Meng Zuo wanted to retort loudly, but now that he was on stage, as a screenwriter and assistant director and starring, he had to have grace and baggage.

Now Meng Zuo, although he is standing on the stage, his heart has drifted far away, just like a primary school student listening to a class and getting distracted, his thoughts are flying everywhere.

Alas, it's too hard to be an all-rounder.

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