Lin Yunfeng cut off the waterfall with a sword, and he decided to practice swords. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ah, donors, don't rest in the middle of the night, what are you doing in the deep mountains and old forests? The burly monk had already thrown aside the firewood knife in his hand at some point, and his hands were folded, with a pious look of compassion.

Obviously, Lin Yunfeng's sword just now was too shocking, and the burly monk knew that he couldn't escape, so he simply pretended to be stupid, maybe he could escape.

The other monks followed suit, throwing away the firewood knife and stick in their hands, and only the monk hiding in the back still held the rolling pin.

"Ahh ”

He reacted so quickly that even the gold was thrown on the ground.

Li Yuanhao said: "It's not my gold, it's your gold." ”

The burly monk smiled: "The donor is joking, the people of Buddhism are quiet, they don't mess with cause and effect, and they don't care about these copper-smelling silver-white things, this ingot of gold is definitely not a poor monk's." ”

Pretending to be stupid, Li Yuanhao smiled and raised the firewood knife forward, and put it on the burly monk's neck: "Take out all the valuable things on your body and rob them!"

The burly monk was stunned on the spot: "Donor, the Buddhists say that compassion is cherished, and robbery is not good." ”

It's not good for you big-headed ghost, Li Yuanhao snorted coldly, and the firewood knife moved forward: "Hurry up and take it out, this son can still spare your life, otherwise, hum!"

When the burly monk took out a tael of silver from his private collection, he still didn't know what had just happened, he was robbed instead of robbed, and his private money was saved for a long time, and he saw that the senior brothers around him could only take out a few copper plates, and the worst thing was that the monk holding the rolling pin touched only one copper plate for a long time, and the burly monk's heart swelled with a fairy tale high-spiritedness.

Li Yuanhao has a habit of cleanliness, he didn't take the copper plate and silver on the ground, not even the ingot of gold, but asked Liu Baitong to pick it up, the old naughty boy can't tell the difference between men and women, and the feeling of the silver copper plate is not as good as the grilled fish just now, pinched up a trivial piece of silver or copper plate and threw it in the grass, and the hearts of the monks dropped a drop of blood.

Li Yuanhao was holding a firewood knife, and a group of monks walked in front, which made His Majesty the Emperor very proud, and he seemed to have become a heroic general who annihilated the enemy by himself.

"Senior, I decided to practice swords, I don't know if my predecessor has any advice?" Lin Yunfeng, who was walking behind, asked Huang Chunfeng.

"No, the practice of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, Sword qi and sword intent, Nanliang Sword Sect pays attention to swordsmanship, for a certain sword move Hao Shou is poor, dexterous and fancy, just to kill, the old man does not like it, Xichu Sword Pavilion emphasizes sword qi, there is sword qi Longchuan goes, a sword on the Huang Ting, but it is also difficult to convince, only the last sword intent, is the foundation of learning swords, there are many swordsmen in the world, but few people can go to the realm of gods, can resonate with heaven and earth, and have a deeper understanding, just because they pay too much attention to swordsmanship or sword qi, but ignore the sword intent, the old man has nothing to teach in swordsmanship and sword qi, if you are interested, you can go to Nanliang Sword Sect or Xichu Sword Pavilion, if you want to go on a road with the old man, then go all the way to the west and go to the grassland desert, in the far north, there is a sea there, and the old man's swordsmanship is after watching that sea. Huang Chunfeng said without reservation: "Last night's sword of yours, natural and innocent, is the purest sword, regardless of swordsmanship, sword qi or sword intent, the breath climbs a hundred steps one after another, a steady heavenly person, can be named a hundred steps flying sword, as for what you want to learn in the future, it is up to you to decide, don't rush to answer first, think about it for a few more days." ”

"The younger generation should follow the teachings of the seniors. Lin Yunfeng replied respectfully.

A group of people went down the mountain, the abbot of the Lotus Temple has been standing under the mountain for a long time, his face is calm, he is wearing a tattered robe, it is difficult to hide the Buddha on his body, the abbot is followed by the shy little monk, his hands cover his ears that are red from the cold, and he is a little reluctant in his heart, what is the master doing early in the morning, until he sees the people who came back from the mountain, he understands, it turned out to be waiting for someone.

The presiding abbot clasped his hands together, Amitabha Buddha said, his eyes swept over the body of the monk in front, and he already knew that it was not easy to manage a temple in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Presiding abbot, last night the masters took us to the back mountain for a night, very enthusiastic, you see, but also specially given in the next firewood knife self-defense, careful and compassionate. Li Yuanhao handed the firewood knife to the little monk on the side.

"Amitabha, the donor is the true heart and compassion. The host bowed his head and said, "You guys go to the Precept Temple to receive the punishment." ”

The abbot asked the little monk to send Li Yuanhao and the others back to the wing, and he also turned around and left, just glanced back at the corner where he turned.

The little monk led everyone back to the wing, said to fetch some water for the benefactors, and ran away.

Lin Yunfeng put the iron sword three feet beside him, this was his habit, and the iron sword never left his body three feet: "Brother Li, this abbot is not simple, his pace is steady, his breath is long, and he is a master." ”

"Of course it's not simple, if it weren't for the extraordinary skills of Old Man Huang and Old Naughty Boy, maybe the stupid monks who were held by him as guns last night would have been left behind by Huang Que. Li Yuanhao said, she can't see the abbot's cultivation and martial arts, but she has been impregnated in the dye vat in Tai'an City for many years, some things are simple and easy to understand, and she sees farther than Lin Yunfeng, the presiding abbot deliberately let the burly monk and his party go to the peak, which is a temptation, because the old monk can't see through Huang Chunfeng and Liu Baitong.

"As for whether the old monk can have the life to see the sun tomorrow, it depends on what he does tonight. Li Yuanhao narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

The little monk had already carried a bucket of water, panting into the room, filling the wooden basin with water, and the tip of his nose was wrapped in a thin layer of sweat.

"Come, come here!" Li Yuanhao looked for his hand.

The little monk walked in front of him with a red face, Li Yuanhao sighed, and reached out to wipe the stains off the little monk's face.

"Donor, your hands are dirty. The little monk bowed his head and was embarrassed.

Li Yuanhao seems to have forgotten his cleanliness problem: "It's okay." She thought for a moment and asked, "What's your name?"

She didn't dare to ask people's names easily, because knowing the names, she had a little more connection and a little more bond, so she knew many people in Tai'an City, but she didn't know their names.

The little monk shook his head: "I don't have a name, the master and the senior brothers all call me millet grains." ”

"Millet grains? Li Yuanhao nodded, took out a bag of candy from the salute, and handed one to the millet grain.

The little monk held it in his hand, a little puzzled, and at a loss.

"It's delicious, it's sweet, it's delicious. Li Yuanhao stuffed one into his mouth and touched it twice.

The millet grains followed suit, the tip of the tongue was sweetened, straight through the tongue buds, all over the body, the little guy was stunned on the spot, tears kept flowing down, and he cried out, bah, bah, he spit the candy in his mouth on the ground.