South Shaolin.

It's winter, and it's slaughtering.

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There was a sound of light footsteps, stepping on the half-foot-thick snow.

It makes a creaking and crisp sound.

Several figures, leaving footprints in different depths.

Halfway up the mountain, in a simple gazebo.

Master Zhiling, a tall fat monk, wearing a thin monk's robe, stood in the wind.

"Donor, please stay." Master Zhiling clasped his palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "And stay with the old monk to drink fragrant tea." ”

Rub, snap!

Several figures landed in the gazebo one after another.

There is a lot of wind leaking in the gazebo, and there is no shelter from the wind and rain at all.

In this kind of ghost weather, except for martial artists who have cultivated deeply, very few people are willing to come to this extremely desolate hill at this point in time.

"Great Monk!"

Among the several warriors, the leader has a big red face and is quite tall, and he is very deterrent when he pokes there: "I'll ask you!" Is Southern Shaolin inviting good players from all over the rivers and lakes to hold a martial arts conference? Why didn't we invite Liangzhou Guanjia? ”

The Guan family in Liangzhou claims to be the descendant of Guan Yu, and this big red face is even more proud of it.

But whether it really has anything to do with Wusheng and his old man, no one can say clearly, and even the Liangzhou Guan family itself can't come up with an accurate family tree.

"A few donors, don't be impatient, the old monk is waiting again, just to explain the ins and outs of this matter to all the heroes of the rivers and lakes." Master Zhiling's cultivation of kung fu is actually not very good, but after being beaten by Qin Bei, he inexplicably cultivated kung fu much better.

"We don't have time to mess with you!" Guan Pengjin, the red-faced man at the head, hissed indignantly: "Tell Guan the path up the mountain, and he won't care about you!" ”

"Those who can go can go after all, don't rush this moment." Master Zhiling still accompanied the smiling face, and said slowly: "You still drink tea with peace of mind—look, another friend is coming." ”

As he spoke, a black dot in the snow gradually grew larger, and it was galloping.

There are no mounts, but they are also on foot.

But one step in a vertical leap, three or five meters away, yes, after just a few breaths, the figure reached twenty meters away, and the person's face could already be seen clearly, but it was a thin middle-aged man like a tuberculosis ghost.

"Cough cough cough...... The middle-aged man choked for a while, his steps gradually slowed down, and he stood five meters outside the pavilion.

"It's Master Kurong!" The top of the man's head was bare, and the ring scar on the head was very clear, it was the first master of Kurong in Daoming Temple, Master Kurong was good at light skills, and the people of the Guan family who arrived first couldn't help but look intently, but they saw that Master Kurong was traveling all the way, and on the thick snow, there was not even a trace of footprints, but it was an authentic kung fu of stepping on the snow without a trace.

"Poor monk Daoming Temple Kurong, meet Uncle Zhiling." Between the world, the temple is more common, among which there are thirteen famous martial arts, among the thirteen warrior monk monasteries, South Shaolin is the head of all the courtyards, whether it is the generation or the cultivation, are high above, under the South Shaolin, it is the four major temples of the Taoist generation, Daoji Temple, Daode Temple, Daoling Temple and Daoming Temple.

The red-faced man Guan Pengjin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

According to rumors in the rivers and lakes, Master Kurong of Daoming Temple, cultivation is extremely high, once in Yuanhe Waterway, encountered the Shanghai Sand Gang blocking the road and robbing money, Master Kurong with the strength of one person, fighting dozens of strong men of the Haisha Gang, the next day, the Haisha Gang was completely removed from the Jianghu.

Guan Pengjin also knew that Master Kurong didn't look like a tuberculosis ghost, he looked middle-aged, but in fact, this high-ranking monk who proved the Tao with martial arts had already passed his sixty-sixth birthday a few months ago.

Such a senior in the rivers and lakes, but he still has to call the amiable-looking fat monk in front of him a word of uncle, and without permission, he can even only brave the wind and snow in the snow outside the pavilion.

Zhiling glanced at Ku Rong lightly, and said slowly: "Today's matter, Senior Brother didn't invite you, your cultivation is a little inferior, it's better to go back to your Daoming Temple." ”

Master Kurong's eyebrows trembled, his body shook, but he nodded slowly: "Yes, I will follow the decree of my uncle." ”

After speaking, he didn't even enter the pavilion, he turned around directly, let go of his body, and his arms were faintly mixed with the sound of gusts of wind and thunder, and the snowflakes flying in the sky rolled away.

At this moment, the snowflakes are all over the sky, and the momentum is very strong.

Zhiling was unmoved, and watched Kurong leave.

"You old monk! Call Master Kurong to play a double reed, do you think you can fool our brothers? Kurong is a member of your Buddhist family, so naturally you don't dare to come hard, but if you still block us, don't blame our brother for being polite! ”

Guan Pengjin quickly came back to his senses and felt that he had figured out the trick.

"Monks don't speak." Master Zhiling once again proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice: "Donors, don't be impatient, and accompany the old monk here to drink a cup of hot tea." Look at this snowy sky, such a beautiful scenery, how can you live up to it? ”

"Old thief, bald...... you " Guan Pengjin was smoking, and was about to say something, when suddenly a whistling sound came from afar.

A little farther away, in the middle of the air, a small black dot suddenly became larger, and after only a few seconds, it appeared on the gazebo, three or five meters in the air.

A long sword, horizontal in mid-air, on the blade of the sword, a young man dressed in white stood proudly.

But I saw that the man was carrying his hands behind his back, and his chin was slightly raised, as if he was admiring the snow.

"White Cloud City Lord Night Lonely City!" The night family of Baiyun City is hidden from the world, and it is very rare to hear of their name in the rivers and lakes, but the young city lord of Baiyun City, the night lonely city, is an outlier of the night family, and it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the young city lord of Baiyun City, the night lonely city, has broken the martial arts, and is a monk in the qi training period!

Whether it is the Qi training period or the monk, Guan Pengjin basically doesn't believe it, in Guan Pengjin's view, the cultivation of Master Kurong of Daoming Temple is already the ultimate in martial arts, the pinnacle of existence, and the light skill of stepping on the snow without a trace makes Guan Pengjin envious, but as for saying that the monk in the Qi training period can fly with a sword, in Guan Pengjin's view, it belongs to the category of "this story is pure fiction, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence".

But the scene in front of him completely ruined Guan Pengjin's three views.

"It turned out to be the young city lord of Baiyun City." Master Zhiling smiled slightly, and under the tip of his toes, his body was pulled up in the air, and he pushed it out with one palm.

Night Lonely City turned sideways and calmly avoided it.

"The old thief is just like that, quack, in front of the young city lord of Baiyun City...... Ga? ”

Guan Pengjin sneered, and stopped abruptly, but saw the white-clothed Night Lonely City, his body shook, and he fell straight down from the flying sword, with a few pops, his head rushed down, and he plunged into the snow more than a foot deep.

At the same time, Master Zhiling calmly landed, clasped his palms together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Night donor, the wind and snow are heavy, you can come and drink a cup of hot tea." ”

"Tea, you're paralyzed, tea!" Guan Pengjin complained frantically in his heart, this old thief is more energetic than tea today, whoever comes will drink hot tea together, Nima, why don't you go to the kiln to open the door to pick up customers, you old thing!!

Guan Pengjin ran forward step by step, pulling out the young city lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng, out of the snow like a turnip.

Night Lonely City shook his spirits, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you." ”

Raise your arm and make a move: "Come with the sword!" ”

The flying sword suddenly appeared, and the night lonely city carried his hands behind his back, and there was no sign of his toes moving, but he had already risen up, jumped on the flying sword, and flew far away with a swish.

"I'll wipe ......" Guan Pengjin was extremely depressed, pretending to be for a long time, and thought that you had to fight with that old thief, but I didn't expect to slip away, I really wiped it!

Guan Jinpeng is not stupid, he immediately came back to his senses, this old monk was able to force out the night lonely city with one move, and his cultivation was really unfathomable......

But I heard the old monk say: "Guan Shi ...... Master"

Guan Pengjin immediately said: "Tea!" ”

Master Zhiling was not angry, and served a cup of hot tea with a smile.

Guan Pengjin took a sip.

"Poof......

Squirted out.

If it were someone else, Guan Pengjin would definitely have to scold, "You want to burn Lao Tzu!" ”

But in the face of a master of the level of Master Zhiling, Guan Pengjin didn't even think about it, just forget it, and didn't know the same as this old monk......

Guan Pengjin unexpectedly found that he didn't call him an old thief, but an old monk.

"Master." Guan Pengjin stuck out his tongue, Nima really is a monk who doesn't speak, saying that it is hot tea, Nima is full of 100 degrees: "Master, people who don't know what conditions can be qualified to enter the Southern Shaolin Secret Realm?" ”

Zhi Ling squinted his eyes and said for a long time: "Qualified people will not take this path. ”

"Nima ......"

The character of this old guy is to stop everyone who wants to take this path!

"Poof......

"Poof......

But at this moment, in the distance, a figure, stepping on the thick snow, made a popping sound, and slowly walked towards the pavilion.

One step at a time.

The snow is heavy and the thickness is almost knee-deep, so it should be correct to say that it is one step at a time.

"Another penman who doesn't know how to die." Seeing the footsteps of the man, Guan Pengjin knew that there must be no play.

Even those who stepped on the snow without a trace rolled away, and even those who came from Edgeworth rolled away, even ......

What qualifications can a guy who comes on foot, step by step, pass the level set by Zhiling?

"Rub!" But at this time, it was unexpected by Guan Pengjin.

After Zhiling saw that figure, he actually stood up suddenly, and there was no longer the kind of high monk cultivation before, Guan Pengjin even saw that Master Zhiling's legs were trembling slightly, inadvertently.

"Qin ...... Mr. Qin? Zhiling muttered.

A little farther away, the man who came on foot seemed to hear Zhiling's voice, raised his head, and smiled at Zhiling.

"I'm coming." The man said.

"Rubbing the ......" At the moment when Guan Pengjin was stunned, Master Zhiling, who was full of monk's demeanor, stepped on his shoes, rushed out of the pavilion, and rushed towards the figure.

In mid-air, Zhiling's palms suddenly flipped over, and with a crisp dragon roar, the wind and snow rolled up all over the sky, and the snow on the ground was all turned into the sky in an instant, and within a radius of ten meters, all the snow rushed towards the man who had just appeared, as if to bury the man in the blizzard!

"Bang ......"

The next moment, a slight explosion was heard.

The wind stops and the snow stops.

Time seemed to stand still in this instant.

Master Zhiling's body flew upside down.

There were a few hollow somersaults in the air, and with a bang, they fell inside the gazebo.

The surface is like gold paper.

More than ten meters away, the young man reappeared in the wind and snow, but he was still unhurried, step by step, and walked towards the pavilion.