"What the hell is going on, we can't draw conclusions yet, let's pass the matter back first, and let the old man make his own decision," Wen Yan said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Luoxiao nodded slightly, now the matter can only be solved like this, I hope her guess is wrong.

Master Fan Yi looked at Ye Luoxiao's frowning brows, and shook his head a little helplessly, "Don't you want to change your clothes yet?" Wearing this outfit to swagger here? ”

When the master said this, Ye Luoxiao realized that the blood stains on her body had dried up, she stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly got up and walked into the room.

Luo Feng was arranged to live in the inner temple, and after Ye Luoxiao sent the news back to Yanjing, she received the news that the ink fox and the ink mouse were coming, she turned to look at the mountain gate, took a deep breath, and the storm was about to rise.

Time passed day by day, and after the arrival of the ink fox and the ink mouse, Ye Luoxiao said to them and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, leaving them to fight with the monks in the inner temple.

The day before they were ready to leave, the four of them came to the outside of the Scripture Pavilion, and Chu Zijie said with some concern: "She's going to be fine, right?" ”

Ink Rat smiled and shook his head, "This is the place she is most familiar with, and it will be fine." ”

As soon as his words fell, the door of the Scripture Pavilion was pushed open, and a figure walked out, seeing her, several people breathed a sigh of relief, and Ye Luoxiao, who had locked herself in the Scripture Pavilion for two months, finally came out.

Ye Luoxiao squinted her eyes slightly, and after getting used to the sunlight, she looked at the Mohu and the others, and smiled lightly, "Let's go." ”

Hearing her voice, the four of them trembled, looking at Ye Luoxiao's gaze as if they had seen a ghost. If Ye Luoxiao's voice before was a little more neutral and slightly magnetic, then her current voice, listening to people's ears, is unexpectedly soft, and the timbre of her voice has not changed, but it just makes people have a different feeling.

"You haven't changed your vocal cords in the past two months, have you?" Chu Zijie looked Ye Luoxiao up and down, and said half-jokingly.

Ye Luoxiao rolled her eyes, quite speechless at her words, "I stay here every day, where do I go to change my vocal cords?" Will you change it for me? ”

"And what's the matter with your voice? I used to have the urge to beat you up, but now when I hear your voice, my whole body is ...... I feel a lot calmer" Chu Zijie asked suspiciously, Wen Yan on the side nodded slightly, she also felt this way.

Hearing her words, Ye Luoxiao smiled slightly, in the two months of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, she was not idle, not only learned a few of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, but also has been calming down her inner anger, for a moment, she felt that she had returned to the original time, worshipping Buddha, practicing martial arts, and copying Buddhist scriptures.

"Okay, let's go back and rest, we'll go back to Yanjing tomorrow," Mohu said with a pout.

"You guys go back first."

Several people looked at Ye Luoxiao, nodded slightly, turned around and went back to their small courtyard, while Ye Luoxiao walked out of the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and came to the Dharma Pavilion.

Bodhidharma Pavilion, also known as Lixue Pavilion, was built in the Ming Dynasty, and according to legend, this is the place where the second ancestor Hui Ke stood in the snow and asked the Dharma from the Bodhidharma Patriarch with a broken arm. The bronze sitting statue of Bodhidharma Patriarch is now enshrined in the shrine in the temple, which was cast in the tenth year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (1531). On both sides are the second ancestor Huike, the third ancestor monk can, the fourth ancestor Daoxin, and the fifth ancestor Hongren. The plaque hanging on the niche "Snow Seal Heart Bead" four characters is the imperial pen of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, the font is strong, and the momentum is heroic. This hall is now the place where the monks do Buddhist things on a daily basis. The east side hall is located on the west side of the Dharma Pavilion, rebuilt in 1983, and there are the stone statue of "Amitabha Buddha" and the "Bodhidharma Face Wall Shadow Stone" in the hall.

Master Fanyi, who was dressed in a monk's robe, seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time, and when he saw her coming over, he sighed slightly, "Wakaba, when I promised your grandfather to let you go down the mountain, I already expected what would happen later, Shaolin Temple, after all, I can't escape this fate." ”

"Master, I have never believed in fate, no matter what happens in the future, I will not be involved in Shaolin," Ye Luoxiao said solemnly.

"Silly boy, let's go down the mountain" Master Fan Yi didn't say anything more, shook his head and turned away, no longer looking at Ye Luoxiao.

Ye Luoxiao pursed her lips, saluted Master Fan Yi, turned around and strode away.

And just after Ye Luoxiao left, an old man in a Tang costume walked in, and Master Fan Yi was not the slightest surprised, "She's still the same." ”

"Don't you see whose granddaughter it is?" The old man said proudly.

Master Fan Yi looked at him speechlessly, "I didn't praise you, what are you proud of?" Her strength is getting stronger and stronger now, and listening to her meaning, she is going to be involved in the affairs of the ancient martial arts world now, so it is only a matter of a few years that she has been in contact with the things of the past, and in the past few years, she may not be able to reach the height you expect. ”

The old man in Tang costume is Ye Luoxiao's grandfather, Tang Qiming of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong. He listened to Master Fanyi's words, shook his head slightly, and said with deep meaning in his eyes: "She doesn't have to reach the top level, don't forget, our strength was much higher than they are now, isn't there no way?" That girl, the strongest thing is not her strength, but the partners around her. ”

"Aren't you going to Yanjing to have a look?"

Tang Qiming pursed his lips, flicked the dust that did not exist on his body, and said a little depressedly: "Don't go, the old leaf head is in Yanjing." ”

Master Fan Yi was helpless, and at the same time a little crying and laughing, obviously the two families were the most intimate relationship, but these two old guys pinched as soon as they met, and it was always Old Man Ye who won, and now Tang Qiming heard where he was, and he definitely didn't go there.

Ye Luoxiao and the others left Shaolin Temple and flew back to Yanjing by plane, and when they just landed, they received a shocking news that Ye Zhenjun was sick, and all the experts had nothing to do.

Ye Luoxiao was dumbfounded, the mobile phone in her hand fell to the ground with a "click", she didn't care about the mobile phone that fell on the ground at all, jumped into a taxi, and urged the driver to drive.

Chu Zijie hurriedly picked up her mobile phone and jumped in before she crashed to drive, and Wen Yan and the three stopped another taxi.

Chu Zijie held the mobile phone suspiciously, looked at the mobile phone in her hand, the person who called was Tang Tianluo, she asked suspiciously, "Brother Tang, what's wrong?" ”

"Where's Xiaoxiao?"

"Me and her in a taxi."

"Alas, Uncle Ye suddenly fell into a coma when he was still in a meeting at noon today, and when he was sent to the General Hospital of the Military Region, all the data were not very optimistic, but the experts couldn't tell what the disease was, or my uncle sensed something was wrong and stabilized Uncle Ye's condition."

Chu Zijie's eyes widened, General Ye was strong and strong, how could he suddenly become ill, and all the experts had no way to tell what the disease was? Why did she feel so weird? She looked at Ye Luoxiao, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat with her back straight, and suddenly had a bad premonition.