"Smack"

Chu Zihe, who had just walked outside the door, suddenly patted the bright head of Wuhua, and was annoyed, so he hurriedly returned to the meditation room and turned over the cabinets.

He suddenly remembered that Wuhua himself had a great treasure, but he didn't know if the delicate and quaint wooden fish was still there?

When he first watched "Thrush", what he was most curious about was a wooden fish stored in his younger brother Nangong Lingna, which was mixed with a paper book, recording the secrets of Wuhua's life.

At the beginning, he was really curious, if he hadn't sent it away now, maybe he would be able to find out Wuhua's unique internal strength method, the anecdotes of the women in the boudoir of the rivers and lakes, wouldn't it be happy, if he used this to blackmail those martial arts families, exercises, beauties, and elixirs, there would definitely be many great gains.

Just do it, Chu Zihe's eyes are bright, I am not a person in this world, let alone a good person, what kind of morality do you talk about!

In the meditation room, under the wooden bed, in the singing piano, and on the hanger, Chu Zihe didn't even let go of the wooden basin for washing, but unfortunately there was no wooden fish.

"Not at all!"

However, when he inadvertently saw the appearance of no flowers in the water, he paused.

"Plain clothes and white socks, red lips and white teeth, lonely bank and noble, the little white face of Wuhua looks really good, it's very commotionous!"

Or just cast a hue? Chu Zihe rubbed his chin and laughed, and involuntarily rubbed his face again, no wonder who is proud of the famous families on the rivers and lakes who are proud of inviting Wuhua as a guest, Miao Seng is really not a wasted person. I think that although Situ Jing volunteered to commit himself to Wuhua in order to achieve her deep scheming of revenge, if he was not a wonderful monk, there would never be a thing to give him a hug.

"Wuhua, you are too pitiful, your lover is dead, your brother is dead, your father is dead, and your mother is still a pervert who likes herself!"

Chu Zihe is still full of pity for Wuhua, since he came to his world, he always has to do something for Wuhua, he always feels that the mystery of the jade tablet fragment is to guide people to goodness and make up for the mistakes made by sinners in the past, so that Chu Zihe can also reap great benefits as a host, which he has verified from Xie Wendong.

Wuhua, although you are unkind to me, but I will not be unjust to you, let me return you a free and casual monk!

Chu Zihe's thinking was unrestrained, his eyes did not stop, and the entire meditation room was tossed twice by him, but he was stunned that he didn't find the wooden fish!

"It's strange.,Is it really sent out.,Impossible.,It's a pity that you can't read the memory of the flower.。 Hey, it's been in vain, it's better to grab the Scripture Pavilion directly! Chu Zihe sighed for a while and slowly walked out of the door.

"Huh? No, there is one more obvious place that I didn't check! Chu Zihe's body was like the wind, and he hit the wooden bed futon and tore it open.

There are no account books in the futon, but there are three blank sheets of paper!

Snap of a finger!

Slash against the wind!

A hand-drawn drawing of a woman's bust!

sent it, Chu Zihe's first reaction.

Needless to say, Shaolin's inner martial arts, but I don't know how the world's finger magic is compared to Huang Yaoshi's, if you have the opportunity to enter the world of Jin Yong's Condor in the future, you will have no regrets in life!

A slash in the wind, as the nirvana of the nine ninjutsu of Fusang, accommodates the essence of swordsmanship, pays attention to killing with one blow, one knife out, and the integration of human and knife, which is the ultimate technique of assassination!

Hand-painted woman, in her twenties, with a beautiful face and a melancholy expression, like Xizi holding her heart, Daiyu's delicate demeanor when burying flowers, a few strokes of lines will outline the face vividly, who is this woman, is it the secret of no flowers?

Chu Zihe frowned, but he was soon buried by the joy in his heart, now learning the exercises is the most important, but unfortunately it is only the external skills, if there is an internal strength and heart method, it will be even better.

Chu Zihe knew that he was just a soul living in a flowerless body, like a temporary passerby, and when he left, everything in this world would disappear, and he would definitely not be able to take away this blank paper. Even if the jade tablet gives a reward at the end, it may not be a physical object, he needs to imprint the magic trick deeply in his mind for himself to drive in the future, which may become his own life-saving stunt, whether it is in the real city or in the plot space.

According to the compulsory method of memorizing archaeological documents in college, he simply stuffed these exercises into his head, and after reading them by heart, he memorized them three times. It's a pity that there are still many things I don't understand, and I need to find someone to interpret it.

"By the way, I'll look for him, and go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to hunt for treasures by the way!" Chu Zihe's eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered the kind-hearted gray-eyed uncle in the evening, and his face was full of joy.

***

It's late at night!

The flowerless meditation room is in the depths of the east courtyard, the breeze passes, the ancient trees on both sides are swaying, the gentle moonlight is as gentle as water, and it is covered with a soft light, and everything is silent.

Chu Zihe walked to the bluestone slab, feeling the silence of this ancient temple in the deep mountains, and was in a trance for a while, and the ** just now almost dissipated out of thin air. The modern city seems to be prosperous, but it is not as good as a towering green pine in the martial arts world.

It seems that Gu Long's world really doesn't understand it, Chu Zihe sighed with emotion, and the supreme tranquility of his soul made him not rush away, but walked along the trail leisurely.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is in the West Courtyard, which is an important place for the temple, and it is generally not allowed to enter easily. There is a warrior monk guarding in front of the pavilion, after all, the most important property of a monk is the scriptures, and a monk without a scripture is not called a monk!

Chu Zihe swaggered over, and sure enough, the warrior monk guarding the gate in the distance was instantly alert and asked loudly.

"Who dares to trespass on the important place of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of my Southern Shaolin Temple?"

"Me!"

Chu Zihe deliberately pasted the "pretty face" of the flowerless fascination to the death, this is a big business card, with it, he can rely on the status of the flowerless, this scripture pavilion is not allowed to come and go at will.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Wuhua! Senior brother, it's good that you're back from the rivers and lakes! However, is there anything important that you came to the Scripture Pavilion late at night? ”

"Well, I suddenly want to ask for leave from Uncle Gray Eyebrows, and by the way, observe the annotated scriptures, and be good at learning and thinking about the scriptures."

Chu Zihe pretended to be deep, he stepped up the stone steps of the Scripture Pavilion step by step, the corners of his mouth twitched, but his heart was full of excitement, God, what if there are too many treasures in the Scripture Pavilion, I can't take them? The more you take, the more benefits you will definitely bring back with you!

In the future, if the physical body can enter and exit at will, the things in this plot space are not for me to loot and gather?

"Senior brother, you said that you are the second uncle, where you are! By the way, senior brother, we all admire you to death, I heard that I will go to the Shenshui Palace to give a lecture on the scriptures and teachings a few days ago, and there are all pink skeletons there, you have to be more careful! The monk guarding the gate seemed to have a lot of respect for Wuhua, and specially reminded himself to beware of the woman of the Divine Water Palace.

"Pink skeleton, hehe, the poor monk is not afraid of this kind of demon, and the monk's job is to exceed." Chu Zihe laughed, the monks guarding the gate were inexplicably excited, Senior Brother Wuhua had a good demeanor!

"Senior brother, come in, Master Tai and Second Master are experiencing Shaolin Nanquan and One Finger Zen Gong inside, and they are looking for someone to spar with, Senior Brother is here, I want to come to Master Tai and Second Master Uncle will not be lonely!" With an excited face, the monk guarding the door directly and respectfully pushed open the attic door, and opened it with his right hand to make a welcome gesture.

Chu Zihe's raised right foot just wanted to step up, and when he heard this, he was so frightened that he stepped directly on the edge of the stone steps, and his body instantly couldn't be controlled, and he stumbled, but fortunately he changed his body shape in time, otherwise if he smashed this face directly to the ground, it would be a shame.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't pay attention to my feet when I recited the scriptures, junior brother, I suddenly remembered that the foot washing water in my meditation room has not been splashed yet, and the candle flame is still on, I want to go back quickly, junior brother must take good care of it!" Chu Zihe's face was almost sprained, his face was stupid, and he hurriedly turned back.

There is a master-level master in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, if that master tests his skills on a whim, then he won't be able to wear a gang of stuffing, if he is not careful and cripples himself, who will I cry to? I'm not a real flowerless, that "martial arts pervert"!

Chu Zihe shrugged his head, and just wanted to raise his feet to return to the path, when suddenly a white shadow and evil wind drifted by, and his body involuntarily left the ground, and he was caught under the armpit of a person.

"Help!"

Chu Zihe opened his mouth in a panic and shouted, the person who came probably didn't expect that the famous Miao Monk Wuhua would make such a hooligan trick, and it took him half a day to react.

The next moment, Chu Zihe only felt that his body was directly tapped on his body by a finger, as if he was still afraid that he would shout, and the first one to be clicked was the dumb acupoint.

"Come on, come on, second uncle, master, brother Wuhua was robbed by thieves......"

Chu Zihe heard the screams of the monks and soldiers shouting for the sky and the earth, his scalp was stunned, the wonderful monk has no flowers, your good reputation will be ruined in one fell swoop!

"Donor, let go, let go of my flowerless nephew!"

A gray shadow directly descended from the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, and came straight to the white shadow, and his body was as fast as thunder!