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A gentle breeze swept by, like a sympathetic warm soft wattle, gently swaying the bamboo forest outside the grass house, only to see pieces of bamboo leaves, dancing back and forth with the wind to move their slender bodies, mischievously playing with the lazy and scattered sun, on the forest path, projecting a constantly shaking spot, just like their blooming smiles.

In the clearing between the bamboo forests, in front of the grass house, Master Yideng led the four Yuqiao cultivators and the three disciples who had just entered the door, and looked at the two brothers in front of them with a little reluctance.

"Amitabha, Master of One Lamp, please stay..." Holding a long stick in one hand and standing in front of his chest in one palm, Monk Tianyuan bent slightly and said to Master Yilan.

"You two really don't plan to stay for a few more days..." Shaking his head slightly, he knew why Monk Tianyuan was in such a hurry this time, but thinking about the hot fight between Kong Ming and his three new disciples in the past few days, Master Yideng still couldn't help but stay.

"Master Yideng don't want to keep it anymore..." Monk Tianyuan smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk and junior brother have been away from the temple for nearly two months, it's time to go back!" ”

If you don't go back, Senior Brother Kong Ming will become a member of your Tianlong Temple! Glancing at the slightly unhappy junior brother, Monk Tianyuan discussed slightly in his heart.

Looking at the Tianyuan monk who was a little worried, and then looking at the helpless young man, the master of Yideng put aside the Tianyuan monk, and couldn't help but laugh at the young man: "Kong Ming, if you live here with Lao Gao, Lao Ke will teach you "One Yang Finger", how to..."

Hearing the seductive words of Master Yideng, he swept away Senior Brother Tianyuan, who wanted to speak and stopped, and faced this temptation again, Dusk still refused, firmly and persistently rejected Master Yideng, and said with pain: "No need, Master, the time away from the temple is indeed not short, our senior brother should rush back!" ”

In the slightly relieved expression of the Tianyuan monk, Master Yideng said with a little pity: "Then since you have decided, Lao Wei will not say more, and if you have a chance in the future, you are welcome to come to Dali..."

"Thank you, Master Yilan, the kid will!" After saying goodbye to Master Yideng, Dusk slowly walked behind Master Yilan and stood side by side with Yuqiao Gengyu.

"I'm leaving..." The boy smiled and waved at the first three players he had met in the game.

"Hmph, I'll beat you..."

Obviously, Lichou still remembers the last competition, plus he has been abused by teenagers for the past three days, Lichou has already made up his mind that one day, he must abuse this guy who loves to pretend!

"Cut, it's just you, practice for another thirty years..." Last time, with the help of nearly 100 people, you couldn't defeat me, where will you have the opportunity to encounter this situation in the future.

You know, getting all the audience to support you from the bottom of their hearts is simply an impossible thing, how can it be that everyone has a convulsion every time. What's more, even if you can encounter this kind of miracle again in the future, when we meet again, I'm afraid the gap between us will get bigger and bigger!

complained about the narcissism in his heart, and dusk cut it with disdain on his face, and he saw that the sorrow was a burst of fire.

"I've said it many times, but I still want to say it solemnly again..." Looking at this young man who had stepped into a new world, the corners of his eyes slipped and he said sincerely, "Thank you..."

"You're welcome, it's a big deal, it's just a gesture..." The young man made a piece of cake, waved his hand very casually, and then patted the shoulder that slipped from the corner of his eye like an elder, and in the corner of his slightly twitching eye, Dusk encouraged: "Come on, strive to surpass that guy as soon as possible..."

"Hmph..." After listening to the young man's words, he couldn't help but glance at the young man, and snorted dissatisfied.

Ignoring the unhappy sorrow, the young man raised his head and smiled at the graceful Xiaoxiang Luoyu: "What, beauty, I'm leaving, don't you have anything to say!" ”

"I'll help you defeat you..." A breeze blew up, lifting the veil on Xiaoxiang's rainy face, revealing a jade-like chin, facing the young man's ridicule, Xiaoxiang's red lips curled up, and said softly.

"Okay, when I didn't say..." glanced at the dissatisfied eyes with a little flustered sorrow, and then looked at the generous Xiaoxiang rain, dusk felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage, and said that he was the protagonist!

"Okay, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, let's go..."

The breeze was slender, leisurely blowing, the young man walked to the side of Senior Brother Tianyuan, put on the hat, smiled, turned around, waved his hand casually, and stepped into the bamboo forest path down the mountain in the swaying bamboo leaves.

Looking at the figures of the two slowly disappearing into the bamboo forest, Master Yideng glanced at the three disciples who were a little distracted, shook his head, his eyes were far-reaching, and said softly: "Old friend, don't you show up yet..."

A gust of wind blew, and a figure appeared in front of the grass house with this gust of wind.

Tsing Yi, Bi Xiao...

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The foothills of the nameless hills.

Lifting the hat on his head, the young man stopped, raised his eyes and looked around, looking at the Diancang Mountain shrouded in the morning sun in the distance, and then turned his head to look at this still unknown hill, and a trace of reluctance flashed in the young man's eyes.

I'm really leaving!

The young man smiled bitterly, a little sad in his heart, this time when he went back, it would be difficult to come up with it again.

Men don't have tears, don't flick, don't spill parting.

Rubbing his eyes a little sour, the young man was immersed in his own poetry, and began to slowly recall this short time in Dali...

Monk Tianyuan stood quietly in place, looking at the young man in a daze in the sun, without interrupting the young man's sadness about parting, nor interrupting the young man's sudden burst of poetry...

After a long time, half a word didn't pop out, and the boy finally gave up, hey, why is it the same parting, others can write like a spring, but he can't even hold back half a line of poetry!

Seeing the young man let out a sigh of relief, after turning around, the Tianyuan monk said to the young man: "Okay, don't think about it, let's go..."

"Let's go..." Shaking off the boredom in his heart, the young man put the long stick on his shoulder, held his head high, and strode forward.

Facing the morning breeze and stepping on the morning sun, the young man took a big stride, and at the same time, in the dull gaze of the monk Tianyuan, let go of his high-pitched singing voice and sang loudly...

"Lying like a bow

Standing like a pine

Do not move, do not shake, sit like a clock

A gust of wind while walking

South Punch and North Leg

Shaolin Wudanggong

Tai Chi Bagua chain palm

China has miraculous powers

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"This kid..." shook his head, looking at the young man singing loudly in the wind, Tianyuan monk really didn't know if the sad picture he saw just now was his own hallucination, this stinky boy, his mentality is really good!

After walking far away, he didn't see Senior Brother Tianyuan coming up, so the young man could only turn his head to look at the senior brother who was still smiling bitterly in place, stopped his heavenly singing, and said, "Let's go, Senior Brother..."

"Okay..." quickly followed the young man, and in the rippling song in the wind, the two embarked on the return journey back to the temple...

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Stick sweep a large area

Gun picks a line

The body is as light as a swallow in the clouds

Heroic and arrogant

External training of muscles and bones

Take a breath of inner practice

Rigidity and softness do not bow their heads

We have heaven and earth in our hearts

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The sun is scattered, one high and one low, two figures, in the singing, gradually disappearing into the vastness...