"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun!" a voice called Jiang Yun's name in a dream, Jiang Yun was in a fog that could not be eliminated again, looking around to see that there was no one exactly like himself like last time, Jiang Yun asked again, "Who are you and where are you?"

"It's Daddy!" the voice said softly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Dad?" Jiang Yun muttered, "Impossible! Where are you?" A vague figure appeared behind the mist, Jiang Yun cleared the fog and saw the person in front of him clearly, wearing a blue coat with short hair and long sleeves, but strangely he couldn't see the person's face. His face was like a thin veil that covered Jiang Yun's sight.

"Xiaoyun, forgive Dad. The voice said again.

Jiang Yun shook his head vigorously, he was left behind since he was a child, what kind of father is it, but now he asks me to forgive you? Jiang Yun said: "Impossible, I won't forgive you." "In his memory, Jiang Yun can't remember his father's appearance, I remember that when I was a child, there was a tall figure who always warmed me with big hands, and I never saw my mother who died early, so my father has always been his dependence, until one day he said that he was going to leave for a while, left himself in the orphanage, and said that he would come back to pick me up, but he never came back. Although the orphanage has a lot of good friends, accompanied by warmth, they are not lonely, and there are many children who are more unfortunate than themselves, but because every time Jiang Yun sees other children without parents, he always thinks about his father, and wonders if his father will also have an accident. Until he thought of being thirteen years old, Jiang Yun completely regarded himself as an orphan that year, and he was.

The tall figure stood in front of Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun needed to raise his head to see the "Father!" in front of him, but he didn't give Jiang Yun a hug like the father and son who had not seen each other for a long time, but just continued: "Forgive me, Xiaoyun." ”

Jiang Yun raised his head again and said loudly: "It's impossible to ......" With this shout, the tall figure in front of him was driven away, he stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Jiang Yun but couldn't, the fog once again obscured Jiang Yun's eyes, and the voice couldn't stop coming from the fog: "Forgive me, forgive me......"

Jiang Yun squatted on the ground and felt a burst of discomfort in his heart when he listened to this disappearing voice, and silent tears poured out.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Yun heard a voice in his ears, and wanted to get up to see who it was, but he felt a swelling pain in his body, and he couldn't even hold it on the ground, Jiang Yun simply continued to lie down, staring at this familiar place with wide eyes, yes, it was a familiar place, the smooth four walls, and under a beam of light on the top, the dark hole could barely see the handwriting on the wall behind him.

"Burial Scripture seniors?" Jiang Yun touched his aching chest and said, "You saved me?" Jiang Yun was in retreat to melt away the last cold in his chest, but at this time, suddenly the cold in his chest was touched by his own Yi Jin Sutra and became irritable, the cold qi was running around in his own tendons, and his whole body was about to burst, one of the spirits rushed straight to the Baihui acupoint, and Jiang Yun fainted.

The funeral scripture didn't answer Jiang Yun's words, but just said: "That old monk obviously hasn't studied the Yijin Sutra, but he dares to ask you to try like this, it's really foolish." ”

Jiang Yun was shocked when he heard this: "Isn't it that Yi Jin Jing can't get rid of his cold poison?"

"Is he really omnipotent when he thinks of his own Shaolin Yijin Sutra?" said contemptuously, "Yijin Sutra can only dissolve the acquired internal force after all." ”

"If you can't dissolve the cold poison on your body, then why did your predecessors pass on my Yijin Sutra?"

"Although the Yi Jin Sutra cannot completely solve your problems, it can suppress the cold poison in your body. "The funeral scripture is also said.

"How to suppress it, seniors ask me. ”

"Hahaha!" Funeral Sutra suddenly laughed, "I asked you to be my apprentice before, but you don't want it, now come and beg me." ”

Jiang Yun hurriedly said: "It's because I can't be the apprentice of my predecessors without the blessing." Xin said: "How did I know that there was such a setback, if it wasn't for my life, I didn't want to beg you." ”

"Okay, it's okay if you want me to tell you, but you have to answer me a question truthfully, and you won't lie about it. ”

"What do you want to ask?"

"Do you want to be my disciple?" The funeral scripture grim, put away the previous smile, and when he said this, Jiang Yun felt a sense of seriousness coming to his face.

Jiang Yun was already unable to sit up and couldn't sit up when he was buried, he wanted to nod when he asked, but he couldn't help but lie to him when he looked at the eyes of the funeral scripture, although it is a very common thing to learn from a teacher in the rivers and lakes, it doesn't matter if there are multiple masters, not to mention that the martial arts of the funeral scripture are higher than those of the thief Zhuo Lingyun, but this has a problem of principle, just like in the Spring and Autumn Period, you were originally a staff member of a minister of Yan, he gave you a bite to eat, and you felt that you were not full, so you secretly went to find another minister, and ate two meals in one go, which is indeed good in terms of income, but if the two ministers know that you are like this, even if you don't say it openly and secretly, you will not be happy。 If the two ministers were good friends, they might laugh it off, but if they weren't just afraid of it, it would be difficult. Therefore, Jiang Yun didn't want to worship the funeral scriptures as a teacher in principle, because he really felt ashamed of Zhuo Lingyun. But at this moment, it was related to his net worth and life, and Jiang Yun fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Jiang Yun didn't speak, he shook his head and said, "You don't want to recognize me as a master after all!"

Jiang Yun suddenly felt that the funeral scripture was full of energy, and when he saw that his palm was flipping, he was about to hit with a palm, Jiang Yun said in his heart: "Isn't the funeral scripture annoyed and ashamed, and angry again?" But since he has decided not to apprentice, he will not shamelessly change his words and say that he is willing. The eagle-like eyes of the funeral scripture glared at Jiang Yun, and waved his palms over, Jiang Yun's whole body was powerless, where was there a chance to dodge, and he closed his eyes in fright. The funeral scripture slammed into Jiang Yun's abdomen with a palm.

There was no bursting impact in the abdomen, a warm internal force poured in from his abdomen, Jiang Yun opened his eyes and saw the internal force surging from the palms of the Burial Sutra close to his own, and the dantian began to surge to the meridians everywhere with the internal force of the predecessors of the Burial Sutra, and the body that was originally swollen and painful became a little more comfortable. "Senior, you?!"

"Qi gathers dantian and protects yourself. The cold voice of the funeral scripture came. Jiang Yun saw the focused eyes of the funeral scripture, and hurriedly closed his eyes, and was busy doing what the funeral scripture said.

"Abbot, this?" Xiao Lang looked incredulous, "Obviously here?"

I was also surprised, looking at Xiao Lang's appearance was definitely not lying, and I didn't find any trace when I looked around. "Isn't that man gone yet?" Xiao Lang thought of the bat.

"Impossible, these days Yongming can't enter the Shaolin Temple silently by inspecting every day. "Could it be...... Well, it seems that only the funeral uncle in Shaolin Temple has this ability. Let's go to the Pavilion of the Scriptures. ”

"Is that the senior?" Xiao Lang remembered the terrifying senior in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Although the funeral master uncle has been guarding the pavilion for thirty years and rarely comes out, he also has a relationship with the Yijin Sutra taught the Jiang Shizhu Yijin Sutra, maybe he can't say it. ”

The two of them hurriedly rushed to the Scripture Pavilion, and gently pushed open the door and said, "Uncle Funeral Master, I want to see you." "No one spoke in the empty pavilion, but he knew that the burial scripture must be there. Ran walked to the top of the dark grid, after a good life, the entrance of the dark grid was inconspicuous, the two of them walked over and were about to open the dark grid, suddenly stopped and said, "Let's go back." ”

Xiao Lang was puzzled: "Why?" Suddenly he felt a cold air coming from under his feet, and when he looked closely, he found that there was actually steam coming up from the small gap in the dark grid, "What's going on?"

"Sure enough, we don't need to worry, Uncle Funeral Master will naturally help him. With that, he turned his head away.

Xiao Lang caught up: "I heard Yankong say that this senior of the funeral scriptures is ....." Thinking of what Yankong said about the "big devil", I couldn't help but worry, but looking at the abbot's respectful appearance, it was not good to continue the words of Yankong's "big devil".

"No problem, although the predecessors of the funeral scripture have a strange temperament, they are very clear in terms of right and wrong. Since thirty years ago, the funeral master has been enlightened after he entered the pavilion, otherwise he would have made a big mess every five years, how dare I let him go in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. ”

Xiao Lang was relieved when he saw this.

Jiang Yun didn't know how long it took, he only felt that his whole body seemed to be washed with warm water through the meridians, although the feeling of swelling and pain had not completely faded, but Jiang Yun also felt that his body was gradually getting better. Finally the funeral scripture left Jiang Yun's abdomen with both palms, Jiang Yun opened his eyes, only to see the funeral scripture take a deep breath, stand up and go to the corner, Jiang Yun saw that the cloth robe on the back of the funeral scripture was soaked with sweat, but he didn't say anything and lay silently in the corner. Looking at the generous back of the funeral scripture, Jiang Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance, and the slight breathing made Jiang Yun want to speak and stop. After a long time, Jiang Yun muttered:

"Thank you!"