When Hu Chenzi was boxing, Mao Yunzi had already gotten up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Through the broken windows of the Dragon King Temple, he watched earnestly as the dust flashed lightly. This ghost thing, nothing else, this set of Tai Chi White Crane Boxing is a good game.

After washing in the gourd pond, Mao Yunzi took out the fish meat that had been roasted last night, and the master and apprentice ate some of it indiscriminately.

"Hell, this Dragon King Temple is too dilapidated to be permanently inhabited. Today we're going to fix it. After breakfast, Mao Yunzi began to arrange the day's work.

Mao Yunzi moved his legs and feet, ran in a few steps, and his body was in the air, like a big bird flying to the top of the Dragon King Temple.

Xun Chenzi couldn't help but sigh in admiration, his master usually doesn't look out of tune, but this light skill is good.

Mulunzi was on the roof, checking for the leaks. Huchenzi rummaged through the collapsed ruins to find useful tiles and threw them to Mao Yunzi.

Although the side halls of the Dragon King Temple were destroyed and collapsed, it was once a temple with a flourishing incense after all, and there were still some usable tiles in those rubble piles.

Dusty took out the slightly intact tiles and threw them to Mao Yunzi on the roof of the house, asking him to repair the broken roof.

A broken stone beam tripped over Chenzi, causing him to almost fall. Hu Chenzi angrily raised his leg and kicked Shi Liang.

Unexpectedly, Hu Chenzi kicked off the stone beam. If you look closely, it turns out that there is a hidden grid on the stone beam, and the fracture is exactly where the dark grid is. Dusty kicked the dark grid away with a single kick.

A dark red sandalwood box was revealed.

Jun Chenzi was secretly frightened, this master said that there was a strange treasure on the bunker mountain, but it was originally hidden in this stone beam.

Hu Chenzi's mind turned a few times, this usually the master is not very good to him, he will train him to beat him at every turn, and treat him as a free slave. This strange treasure can't be discovered by the master, so he has to find a place to hide it.

Hu Chenzi raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no place to hide, so he re-installed the fallen stone slab on the stone beam as it was, and covered it with weeds and rubble.

"Hell, hurry up, there's no more tiles."

"It's coming, it's coming." Dusty picked up a bunch of tiles and threw them on the roof.

After repairing the roof, the master and apprentice cleaned up the houses on both sides of the main hall, which was originally the residence of the monks in the Dragon King Temple, and there were still some living items. I found some broken bricks, broken beams, broken wooden boards, and quickly built a simple bed.

After a lot of labor, the master and apprentice, who had not worked so hard for a long time, felt extremely tired.

"Hell, it's so hot this weather, you see we're all sweating, let's go to the heavenly pool to wash." Mao Yunzi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Of course, the dust clapped his hands. After all, he was still a child, and he didn't want to do such high-intensity labor for a long time.

The master and apprentice came to the gourd swinging heavenly pool, looking at the pool of blue waves and fish swimming in the water, they couldn't bear to soak their sweaty bodies into the water of the heavenly pool.

The blue waves, a piece of blue, make people suddenly give birth to a kind of purity from the heart.

"Master, let's wash ourselves here at the waterfall first, don't stain the water in this pool." He took off his clothes and pants and stood on the stone under the waterfall.

The tassel waterfall is not a lot of water, it is fluttering in the wind, and if it rains like mist, standing below feels like taking a shower.

At noon, the sun was shining, and there was no one else on the top of the mountain except the master and apprentice. After a hard time, it's a great pleasure to take a dip under the cool waterfall.

Looking at the dusty man who already had a bit of vigor in the mist, Hao Yunzi found that this ghost thing had really grown up, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his fat and white body. I think when he was a child, he often bathed and wiped his body, but at this time he had grown up, and his skin was not as smooth as when he was young, but it was more firm and strong.

Hu Chenzi was a little itchy by Mao Yunzi, and couldn't help laughing: "Master, don't touch me, itchy." ”

Mao Yunzi was childlike for a while, and kept squeaking the dust, this ghost thing was actually afraid of itching.

Hu Chenzi also attacked Mao Yunzi again, and it was rare for the master, who had always been strict with him, to be so easy-going at this time.

For a while, the sound of rushing water and the laughter of the master and apprentice floated on the top of the mountain. They are like a pair of ordinary worldly father and son, enjoying the happiness of family affection after labor.

After lunch, Mao Yunzi lay down in his room and took a nap. For the houses on both sides of the main hall, Mao Yunzi chose the one on the west side, and the one on the east side belonged to Hu Chenzi.

Hu Chenzi didn't have the heart to sleep, and waited for Hao Yunzi to fall asleep, so he quietly got up and came to the place where the rosewood box was found.

The sun on the top of the mountain was even more dazzling, and the pile of ruins dazzled in the sunlight. Dusty carefully peeled off the floating soil and withered grass, and saw the broken beam. The broken beam was not as hot as other stones because of the exposure to the sun, but had some moist shade.

Hu Chenzi didn't care about the abnormality of the stone beam, reached out and took off the dark grid on the stone beam, and saw the rosewood box. After carefully looking around, there was no one else on the empty hilltop platform, and Huchenzi quickly took the rosewood box into his arms, gently returned to his house, and closed the door.

Sitting on the bed made of stone and wooden planks, he felt his heart beat like a drum. When I opened the rosewood box, there was no treasure in it, but a roll of yellowed silk cloth.

Hu Chenzi was a little disappointed, and unfolded the silk cloth, which was a long picture scroll. The frontispiece is a few ancient seal characters. Hu Chenzi was forced by Mao Yunzi to recite the ancient scrolls in his baggage, so he recognized these ancient characters.

"Fu Longduel." Hu Chenzi gently read out those ancient characters, and there was actually a volume of "Fu Long Duel" hidden on the stone beam of the Dragon King Temple. Hu Chenzi looked down with some excitement, and some characters were sketched on the scroll with concise lines. Although the strokes are concise, the characters are very expressive, and the movements and postures are vivid. There are also some scriptures written in ancient seal characters and some strange talismans.

Hu Chenzi was already selfish, so he didn't dare to look more in his room, so he thought about putting "Fu Long Duel" into the rosewood box, and ran into the White Dragon Cave with his arms.

Mao Yunzi once warned Huchenzi not to go to the White Dragon Cave easily, the yin qi in it was too heavy, and it would do great harm to a pure yang boy like him who had not yet broken his body. Now he can't take care of so much, in addition to the Tianchi on this bunker mountain, there is only the White Dragon Cave where he can hide, he can't dive into the Tianchi like a fish, and the White Dragon Cave is the best choice.

The White Dragon Cave is very quiet, and you can hear the ticking sound of water dripping from the depths of the cave. After only ten or so steps into the cave, Hu Chenzi felt the biting cold, endured the cold and walked for another ten steps, leaning on a cold stone, and carefully examining the somewhat yellowed "Fu Long Duel".

Hu Chenzi can recite the old scriptures in his master's bag, and most of the words on "Fu Long Duel" are recognized, but those ancient words are obscure, so he simply doesn't look at it, and concentrates on looking at those character paintings with simple lines.

The figures seemed to be practicing an ancient mental method, with thin red lines indicating the flow of the breath. Hu Chenzi was originally very fond of the Tai Chi White Crane Boxing taught to him by his master, and practiced diligently when he had time. Although this "Fu Long Duel" is very different from Tai Chi White Crane Boxing, it still has some similarities with the Taoist mind.

Hu Chenzi imitated the appearance of the characters in those pictures, and slowly practiced one move at a time. After the drill, I actually felt that there was a hot current in the body swimming along the meridians of the whole body, the warmth in the body was rising, and the cold air in the cave invaded, no longer the biting cold, but a cool and refreshing.