When he opened his eyes, a pain came from his head, and he touched the soft "pillow" behind his head. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info sat up and looked around, it was not yet dawn, and Jiang Yun fell asleep on the bookshelf on the side where he lay down. The funeral scripture unfolded, and Jiang Yun's coat was thrown on Jiang Yun's body. Jiang Yun was awakened, rubbed his confused eyes, picked up the coat in front of him, put it on, and asked, "Senior, how long have you been awake?"

The funeral scripture did not answer, but said, "What just happened to me?"

"You didn't say anything, you just fainted from a headache, but luckily you have ropes tied to your feet, otherwise your head would have bled out. Jiang Yun yawned. Although I didn't sleep for a long time, I was full of energy.

The funeral scripture didn't say much, just nodded and jumped to the beam again, but Jiang Yun thought: "It's not good to sleep in such a big scripture pavilion, you have to sleep on it." Then the funeral scripture suddenly called Jiang Yundao: "Come up!"

Although Jiang Yun hated this commanding tone, this person was not only a senior but also had a strange illness, so it was better to listen to him, so he also jumped onto the beam.

The funeral scripture also said: "The breath is peaceful, and the intention is to gather in the dantian." The shoulder well is strong, and the damper is stable. Jiang Yun was stunned for a moment, and understood that the burial scripture was telling him how to lie on it. In doing so, I slept on it much more steadily than before.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and after half a ring, they suddenly said first: "How does your master treat you?"

Jiang Yun said "ah", he couldn't believe that the funeral scripture would suddenly ask like this, and said, "Okay, very good......! Master, he is very kind!" Jiang Yun remembered that when Zhuo Lingyun knocked himself on the head with a cigarette stick in the hut, he said again, "A little harsh!" and thought that Master had kept watch in front of his bed all night when he fainted, and he didn't want to know that he couldn't help but smile.

The funeral scripture didn't continue to ask, his back was to Jiang Yun, and he couldn't see the remorseful memories in his eyes when he saw the funeral scripture. "If I had promised him, wouldn't it have been like this?" he muttered.

"Senior, what did you say?" Jiang Yun asked.

The funeral scripture said again: "Are you willing to be my apprentice?"

Jiang Yun felt that his communication with this eccentric uncle was not at the same level. Before the last question was thought out, the next unexpected question came.

"Well, senior, this isn't good! After all, I have a master. Jiang Yunxin said: What if you want to be left by you to guard the pavilion with you, you are so high in martial arts that I am afraid that I will not be able to kill you with a hundred punches, wouldn't you have to guard it for a thousand years. Peng Laozu came to guard the braids.

"What's the big deal with multiple masters, not to mention that even if your master is standing here, he doesn't dare to disagree. The funeral scripture was awe-inspiring. Jiang Yun felt like a normal burial scripture at this time, and a sense of arrogance emanated from this fifty-year-old uncle.

"After all, apprenticeship is a big deal, and if you don't have my master's consent, I'm afraid that it will be too disrespectful to my master. Jiang Yunxin said: I won't be confused to be an apprentice for you, I still have to go out to marry a daughter-in-law and have a baby.

"Are you unwilling to say that?" said the Funeral Sutra, with a sudden tone of majesty. "The Shaolin monks, the hall masters, begged me to teach them, and they couldn't get a single trick and a half. ”

"The seniors have advanced martial arts, but I'm afraid that my qualifications are too low and I can't learn. ”

"If you don't agree, I'm not afraid that I won't teach you martial arts anymore?"

"The predecessors made a promise, otherwise they wouldn't have guarded the pavilion for 80 years for a word. How can I regret this little thing? Jiang Yun wasn't worried about this at all.

"No matter what, I, Qin Potian, have sinned a lot in my life, and I can't receive such blessings, my heart is dead, and I will be buried in the scriptures!"

"Qin Potian?" Jiang Yun only felt that he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

Chen Jingshu was about to call, but Xiao Lang covered his mouth and made a boo movement, and said softly: "Follow me, don't make a noise." Saying that, he picked up the little monk and walked to the back of the house, the monks outside were hurrying in, Chen Jingshu didn't know why Xiao Lang was avoiding the monks, and his solemn eyes were the same as the last time he fought with Tiannan Shuangsha.

The three of them avoided the monks and left the hut, and after they were far away, Xiao Lang stopped his pace, put down the little monk in the air, and looked at Chen Jingshu who was following behind him and wanted to speak, but Chen Jingshu scolded first: "Xiao scoundrel, what the hell are you doing?"

"You ......"

"Let me ask you, what did you do just now, the two of us almost died, it's you, and you have to cultivate your sentiments to watch the sunset. Let me tell you, even if Miss Ben is useless, she is more useful than you!" Chen Jingshu opened his mouth to accuse Xiao Lang before he could even breathe.

"I ......"

"What am I, what can you do but shirk responsibility and escape from reality?" Chen Jingshu said one after another.

Xiao Lang didn't have time to explain Chen Jingshu in a hurry before he made overwhelming accusations, and he had to continue one after another, Xiao Lang hurriedly drank: "Miss Chen, please stop ......"

Chen Jingshu stopped, "Why did you tell me to stop, don't you know that the matter is serious?......

Xiao Lang had no choice but to keep silent, and finally she found an opportunity to scold herself, thinking that she would be unhappy if she didn't finish scolding. Squatted down to look at the unconscious little monk Yankong, only to see that the little monk's small robe had been cut by the rope several holes, the wrists on the shoulders were even more bloody and blurred, the immature skin was worn out and blood continued to seep out, Chen Jingshu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the appearance of the little monk.

"Eh, woman, help with the bandage. Xiao Lang said to Chen Jingshu, who finally stopped.

Although Chen Jingshu had never done such a thing, her motherhood forced her to hurriedly squat down to check Yankong's wound.

"Medicine, medicine!" Chen Jingshu was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

"Eh, wake up, where is the medicine, just bandage it. Xiao Lang said.

"How can this be, it will be infected and inflamed, go over there and wash it with water. Chen Jingshu saw a clear stream flowing from the mountain stream in front of him, so he asked.

Xiao Lang looked at the flustered Chen Jing and said, "Isn't it just a little injury, isn't it?!"

"What a small injury, you dodge. Don't get in the way. As he spoke, he hugged the little monk and ran to the water's edge to gently wipe the wound, the unconscious Yankong frowned, and his little face with clear eyebrows was full of pain, Chen Jingshu had to be more careful. Xiao Lang sat on the side and looked at Chen Jingshu's attentive appearance, and said to himself: "It's not useless. ”

"Scoundrel Xiao, come here!" Chen Jingshu suddenly called.

Xiao Lang hurriedly walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

Who knew that Chen Jingshu couldn't reach out and directly tore Xiao Lang's sleeve. "Borrow it!" he said, wrapping himself lightly around the wound in the air.

Xiao Lang rolled his eyes helplessly, "You borrowed it like this, but you will return it to me." But seeing Chen Jingshu's attentive appearance, it was not easy to disturb him.

At night, the light from the city below the mountain came up the mountain, and the small water in the mountain stream faintly reflected the bright light. It seems that it is spring, and the night is not so cold. There were three people sitting around the small fire, and the warmth instantly spread, and the flames flashed with a gentle popping sound, and sparks rose along the light smoke into the shining starry sky.

However, the three people surrounding did not have such an atmosphere. First of all, the little monk Yankong woke up and saw himself with Xiao Lang and Chen Jingshu, shouting: "How is my senior brother Yande? Why? What's the matter, why are you here, you evil woman, and you? What about my senior brothers?"

Chen Jingshu said: "Little monk, why are you so annoying, I take care of you so carefully, you don't say thank you and scold me for being a wicked woman?"

Xiao Lang shook his head helplessly, because no one gave him a chance to speak.

"You say it's my Senior Brother Yanren? no...... Impossible!" Yankong couldn't believe what Xiao Lang said. This is simply ridiculous, all the senior brothers are dear to themselves on weekdays. Xiao Lang said that Senior Brother Yanren killed Yande!

Chen Jingshu couldn't believe it: "We both heard it, how can this be." Didn't Master Yande be harmed by the Iron Fist Man?"

Xiao Lang continued: "If you don't believe me, there is no way, when I arrived there, Monk Yande was already injured, and I didn't show up when I saw his senior brother coming to reinforce him...... I think Yanren is afraid that he has betrayed the Shaolin Temple. ”

Yankong stood up and drank: "Don't slander my senior brother. How could he be? My brothers and I grew up in the mountains since we were children, and the Shaolin Temple is like home, so it is absolutely impossible. I'm going to ask. With that, he ran in the direction of Shaolin Temple.

"Don't be impulsive! Chen Jingshu grabbed the little monk. "I don't believe it either, but I'll hear him say it first. ”

Xiao Lang said again: "Yankong, I understand your mood, even I can't believe my eyes, you must be unbelievable, so you must be calm now." If I'm not mistaken, there must be a big conspiracy between the two queens of this so-called "killing martial arts", and we must find out their purpose, as well as your senior brother. But we are never from Shaolin Temple, even if we investigate something, others may not believe us, so, Yankong, you must figure out the purpose of this group of people, Shaolin Temple depends on you. ”