In the early morning, a ray of sunshine is like a dream, through the gap that slowly flickers on the windowsill, sprinkled on the bookcase, a little dust, a little bit difficult to find, but at this time it is particularly obvious in the lines of the sun, gently rippling, idle and lazy.

The bald head shining in the sun gently squeezed open the windowsill, and the two honest and worried eyes cautiously poked towards the bed.

"Whew... Call! ”

The sound of slight and calm breathing, along with the young man's undulating chest, flowed slowly in the room, and the thick bandages on his arms did not affect the young man's safe fall into a dream, and met Zhou Gong's daughter, on the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, a wisp of transparent crystal hung down, proving that the young man did at this time must be a good spring dream.

Retracting his shiny head, Xuzhu gently closed the windowsill, and whispered to the big man in front of him whose face had been eroded by the vicissitudes of life: "Amitabha, Master Qiao, Uncle Kong Ming is still resting, why don't you go to see the abbot Master Uncle first, and then come to visit Uncle Kong Ming!" ”

"That's fine!" Rubbing his brows in annoyance, Qiao Feng wanted the young man to analyze who the man in black would be yesterday, but he didn't expect that it was already three poles in the morning, and this second brother was still sleeping. However, thinking of the injuries on the second brother's body yesterday, Qiao Feng shook his head, and could only say helplessly: "Since this is the case, then I will go over first, when the second brother wakes up, please let the little master inform me!" ”

"Amitabha, the little monk knows, Lord Qiao, please do it!" After seeing Qiao Feng go back, he sat cross-legged in front of the door of the meditation room, closed his eyes and recited the Heart Sutra, praying for the young man.

When he was young, he often came to Shaolin with his master Xuanku, but after becoming famous, because he was the number one gang leader in the world, every time Qiao Feng returned to the old land, he must have been involved a lot, and he never liked to trouble Qiao Feng, and the number of times he came to Shaolin gradually decreased. At this time, Qiao Feng, who stepped down from the position of the gang leader, was unofficial and light, and when he came to Shaolin again, his troubles increased unabated compared to before.

Stepping on the sun, stepping into the Daxiong Treasure Palace, looking at it, the Shaolin Xuanzi monks were basically there, and after bowing to the Xuanku monk, Qiao Feng folded his hands and stepped forward to meet the Shaolin abbot Xuanci.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for many years, Master Qiao Shi's demeanor is still the same, and his cultivation is even more one step to the sky, it's really torturing us!" Seeing the majestic Qiao Feng, Xuan Ci had a little regret in his eyes, and chuckled.

"Abbot Xuanci has won the award, if it weren't for this accident, Qiao would not have easily broken through life and death and stepped into this realm!" Without concealing his identity, nor was he complacent about his realm, Qiao Feng looked embarrassed, and said with emotion: "I grew up here since I was a child, but I didn't expect that I was not from Song, it's really ridiculous!" ”

"Idiot, don't stick to the talk of identity, whether it is the Song people or the Khitan people, they are all stinky skins, as long as you have a good heart, you are the disciple of the poor monk, the son of your parents, and the good man of the Great Song Kingdom!" I have an understanding of what happened back then, and I taught Qiao Feng in person, so that Xuan Ku has no feelings for Qiao Feng, but it is impossible, at this time, seeing Qiao Feng falling into a demonic obstacle, Xuan Ku shouted a Buddha horn, and woke Qiao Feng up from his struggle.

"Yes, the apprentice must follow the master's teachings!" With a bitter face, he bowed down and replied, and under Xuan Ku's signal, Qiao Feng walked to the hall and sat on a futon.

A few words of casual greetings, a few people's topics, finally got to the point.

"Master Qiao, I don't know if you know who the person who fought against you yesterday is sacred!" Yesterday's great array of monks is vivid, although that person was defeated by Qiao Feng, but the strength he showed was far better than the Shaolin monks, if this person came to Shaolin to seek revenge, for Shaolin, it was tantamount to a disaster.

Shaking his head, Qiao Feng didn't understand, who was this person, but he felt that the eyes that were exposed outside were extremely familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere, and briefly told him what happened yesterday, and all the monks in the hall were puzzled.

"The Qiao couple have always been kind and kind, and they have never been enemies of others, how can they provoke such a master!" His brows furrowed slightly, Master Xuan Yan looked at Qiao Feng and guessed: "Could it be that the enemy of the Qiao gang leader in the rivers and lakes is not successful!" ”

For this kind of problem, Qiao Feng, as a party concerned, can be said to be ignorant, he has always fought against foreigners, and has never had a grudge against the people in the Central Plains, so he naturally can't imagine what kind of twists and turns there are.

"Probably not the enemy!" sighed, and told the monks about his life experience and the speculation of the young man, Qiao Feng just said that this person would be the leading brother of the year, but he found that the old monk in the hall suddenly changed.

"Amitabha!" With his hands folded and a sigh of the Buddha's name, the abbot of Xuanci was about to speak, but he was stopped by all the monks at the same time shouting the Buddha's name, and Qiao Feng was both suspicious and strange.

For a time, the needles in the hall can be smelled, only wisps of Zen incense, lingering in the beam.

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Sleep from the sun to the sunset. When the dusk sunlight sprinkled the entire Shaomuro Mountain, the young man woke up from a drowsy.

"Hah... Yes! ”

Sleepy-eyed sat up, just trying to stretch comfortably, but the soreness coming from his arms made the boy can't help but scream, and his consciousness is instantly awake.

"Rub, it's really your sister's pain!"

He grinned and lowered his arms, and after twisting his body on the bed a few times at dusk, he leaned on the head of the bed leisurely and moaned with enjoyment.

Xiao Yuanshan slapped his palm, not only directly slapping the boy's arms and invading the manic energy in the boy's body, but also directly stirring up the many meridians of the teenager like a devastating one. Although the Jiuyang True Qi and the Northern Darkness True Qi joined hands to resist, unfortunately, in the face of an opponent who was too strong to match, half of the meridians in the young man's body were almost scrapped under the strength of black ink. If it weren't for the Buddha's light shining at that time, attracting the shattered Jiuyang True Qi, and dispersing the destruction and destruction of the different True Qi in time, I am afraid that even if the young man did not die once, he would have become a wasted person.

The divine consciousness sank into the body, and most of the meridians that were originally crisscrossing became dull and full of holes at this moment, and the Northern Darkness True Qi, which was already in a weak position in the body, suffered such a devastating blow, so it could only shrink into the dantian, stick to Yuanyi, and defend against Jiuyang True Qi, a neighbor who seemed to be a friend but not a friend, and a friend but not an enemy.

Because of the increase in the Buddha's light, the trauma of Jiuyang True Qi was far lower than that of the Northern Darkness True Qi, although it was wandering in the meridians of the young man at the moment, slender and thin. However, the transparent and clear Jiuyang True Qi, every time he travels along the major meridians, the wounds in the young man's body have healed at a very considerable speed, and if he continues at this speed, it will not take more than a month for Xiao Yuanshan to heal with a palm.

The situation in the body made Dusk's heart relax, although he was a player, it was not a big deal to die once, but the punishment of death eliminated half of the internal strength, with the vastness of Dusk's internal strength in the dantian now, not to mention a month, it was a year, and it was the best result to be able to recover the period of total victory.

I used to think that the punishment of death was too light, but with the improvement of the realm and the gradual strengthening of internal strength, I found that the higher the cultivation, the heavier the punishment brought by death, so it is best not to die.