The sound of water in the Zen courtyard was rattling, and Zhong Tianjiao did not show the slightest impatience, concentrating on observation, and thinking about how to deal with it if he was himself.

"Hey!"

It didn't take long for Lan Xinhui's eyelashes to open her eyes trembling slightly, and the look of loss in her beautiful eyes flashed.

"Sister!"

Lan Xinsu, who has been paying attention, saw this scene, and her face was discolored.

Jin Qingjun's face was so blue that he was a little hideous!

The heavens were slightly surprised, and then nodded slightly.

This is the exquisite goddess, you can afford to put it down!

The first two levels seem to be a draw, but in fact Wu Ming gave way, and in this third level, Lan Xinhui is fighting in the way she is best at.

But as a result, Wu Ming was controlled by movement!

In other words, combined with the first two levels, a drink and a peck, a question and an answer, a word and a deed, all of them reveal the meaning of "timely fun" and "seize the day"!

Lan Xinhui also lost in this artistic conception!

"Miss Lan, this pool water is cool, just wash up, refreshing and refreshing!"

What almost shocked everyone's jaws was that Wu Ming was just taking a bath if no one was around, and he actually invited him.

What's even more incomprehensible is that Lan Xinhui's eyes drooped slightly, and she seemed to hesitate for a moment, and walked straight to the pond.

Fortunately, what made people breathe a sigh of relief was that Lan Xinhui only removed her shoes and socks, sat on the rocks next to the pond, and gently put her crystal clear jade feet into the water, causing layers of ripples!

"Hey, what a pair of golden lotus jade feet!"

Wu Ming gasped lightly, staring at the pair of white jade golden lotuses that seemed to be ingenious and natural.

It's a pity that the beautiful scenery is fleeting, and the moment the jade foot appears, it is shrouded by an invisible force, and no one can see clearly!

Only he has captured a trace!

In an instant, there seemed to be a heartbreaking voice, and the goddess descended from the altar!

"Thanks to Lord Wu Shi's teaching, the poor nuns have benefited a lot, and there is nothing to repay, only this Dan, talk about gratitude!"

But then, what hit people again was that Lan Xinhui actually took out Long Yin Dan.

"Miss Lan's good intentions, I am ashamed to accept it! But I don't want to be rude, please accept this wine!"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he gave back the holy wine.

"Sister, you're crazy!"

Lan Xinsu was almost mad, and said in a sharp voice without words.

Such a precious Baodan, even if Lan Xinhui can't use it herself, she can't take the turn of an outsider, so she should be given to her!

"Xinsu, it's time for you to enter the sect to cultivate, come back to Xinyue Nunnery with me!"

Lan Xinhui jade lightly touched the pool water, the mist was swirling, and she was dressed neatly.

"I don't, I don't want to be a nun!"

Lan Xinsuqiao's face turned slightly pale and shook her head again and again.

"Senior Sister Lan, even if you don't want to help me, you shouldn't force Sister Ling to leave home!"

Jin Qing's face sank.

"Xinsu, I don't want you to become a monk, it's just that you are burdened by the mundane world, and you have too many distracting thoughts, which is not conducive to martial arts practice.

Come back to the nunnery with me to meditate, and after a year, it is naturally up to you to decide where you want to cultivate!"

Lan Xinhui waved her hand lightly, and a jade-colored light rolled Lan Xinsu, and she didn't look at Jinqing with a hideous face, and looked back at Wu Mingdao, "Little sister is young and ignorant, if there is something to offend, I hope that Lord Wu will look at the thin face of the poor nun and spare her!"

"What about after one time?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows.

She ...... It's my sister after all!"

Lan Xinhui was silent for a moment, wrapped in Lan Xinsu and floated away.

Of course, no one heard this conversation.

"Hey!"

The beauty was nowhere to be found, Wu Ming's heart was stunned, and his fingers unconsciously splashed with the water.

"It seems that this exquisite goddess's state of mind has reached another level!"

Luo Wuhua looked at the sparkling pool water, and her eyes flashed.

"It's a pity, blood and family affection, cutting and untidying is still messy!"

Miao Zhen said lightly.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw the thoughtful look in each other's eyes flash.

"Brother Yue, this Senior Brother Wu is really not simple, inviting the Heavenly Maiden to bathe her feet, it seems to be Meng Lang, but it is actually pointing out to wash away the dust.

This favor is not small!"

Yang Zhao took a deep breath and looked at Wu Ming who was still sitting in the pond with burning eyes, like a daze.

Yue Xianjun nodded thoughtfully.

"A bad embryo is a bad embryo, show mercy everywhere!"

Chu Chuyu rubbed the kitten with his hand and muttered indignantly.

The heavens are proud of their complexity, even if they don't want to admit it, they have to say one thing.

Even if they are at Wu Ming's age, facing Lan Xinhui, the proud daughter of the sky, will never be so calm!

......

In the quiet Zen forest, two monks, one young and one old, sit opposite each other, the young one holds the white child, and a chess piece falls in the light wind.

Huikong, who had a dignified face, moved his white eyebrows slightly, and looked at the young monk with some surprise in surprise, and the sunspot fell next to the white son!

"Yes, good at chess!"

The young monk bowed slightly, and before his words fell, another white son fell.

Huikong groaned slightly, and followed closely.

But every time the black piece falls, the white piece follows instantly, and there is almost no time to think, and after only more than ten pieces, the black piece pauses for longer and longer!

If anyone is here, they will be shocked to find that in the chess jar in front of the two, there is a hidden fog and light, and there is an image flashing inside, which is actually an inconspicuous Zen courtyard.

In the pavilions and pavilions in the Zen courtyard, in the small pavilion pond, dozens of young men and women with extraordinary bearing have different expressions, the only thing that is the same is that their eyes are focused on a female nun with a superb temperament in the pavilion and the young man bathing in the pond!

It is the scripture keeper game of Wu Ming and Lan Xinhui's humanity at the last level!

Obviously, Huikong and this unknown young monk have been paying attention from beginning to end!

As time passed, the game between the two came to an end, and a game of chess came to an end.

The blacks are full, the whites are sparse, and it seems that the defeat is decided.

But the wrinkles on Huikong's old face became deeper and deeper, and even his forehead was slightly sweaty, as if a game of chess had consumed most of his energy, and his eyes were full of exhaustion!

Syllable!

When a black piece is on the board, the white piece falls instantly, and suddenly the black and white light flashes, and most of the black seeds disappear suddenly, and all of them appear in the chess jar!

"The ancestor has profound chess skills, and the disciple is not as good as it!"

Huikong withdrew his right hand that was about to touch the sunspot and saluted eleven times.

"Hey!"

The young monk did not have the joy of victory, nor did he feel the slightest relief, but sighed as if he were burdened.

Huikong's lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

"Say whatever you want!"

The young monk's eyes drooped slightly, and he never left the chessboard.

"Master, although this son has Huigen, his personality is extremely perverse, he can be called his own way, he really shouldn't stay in my Shaolin Pure Land for a long time!"

Huikong was silent for a while.

"Huh!"

The young monk chuckled, his eyes as clear as water, and like the light of chaos, which made people unpredictable the charm.

"Please make it clear to the ancestor!"

Huikong was slightly stunned and said respectfully.

"This son is caught in the battle of the Holy Dao, and he has become a trapped dragon, if you are him, what will you do?"

The young monk asked without answering.

"Since he is a trapped dragon, he is seeking a way to break the situation, but this son is young, with chains and a strong cage, and he struggles in vain.

You might as well recharge your batteries in a cage and wait and see what happens!"

Hui frowned and thought for a while.

"But as a young dragon, how can you withstand the tigers and wolves in a strong cage and recuperate?"

The young monk bowed his head and asked again.

Huikong was stunned, followed the young monk's immobile gaze, looked at the chessboard, criss-crossing chess grids, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Draw the ground as a prison!"

"Amitabha!"

The young monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his expression was indescribably solemn, vaguely in the twilight of old age, and as innocent as a naughty child!

"Yes...... But how old is he? How could he be so meticulously strategic? And ......"

Huikong Gujing's eyes were full of disbelief and disbelief.

"And...... I deserve to be in the middle of the game and don't know the game!"

The young monk raised his eyes slightly, looked at Huikong and nodded a little distractedly, and looked at Wu Ming, who was happily taking a bath in the chess jar, and actually smiled, "Hehe, this is also where I can't see through!"

"Don't hide it from the ancestor, the disciple once checked this son with the Buddha's heart channeling technique, and found that his luck was intermittent, and his face was weak and different, but in fact he looked like he died early. If it weren't for the fact that his spirit and gods were all human races, the disciples would have thought that some thousand-year-old demon had occupied his body. ”

Huikong hesitated for a long time.

When I thought of Wu Ming's age, caught in the whirlpool of the battle for the Holy Dao, not only did he not compromise, but he stubbornly resisted the calculations of the Zhao Song royal family and the Golden Scale Demon Emperor with his immature and weak shoulders, and he felt incredible.

And now, it is actually to 'draw the ground as a prison' and use the Shaolin Temple to 'avoid trouble'. In order to avoid the dangers everywhere and buy time to grow.

If it weren't for the Shaolin Temple, which is one of the ancestral gardens of Zen Buddhism, there would be nothing to hide from any demons and monsters, which would really make people doubt Wu Ming's identity!

"This can be assured of undoubtedly! Otherwise, Hui Nan would not have passed on the Utama Brahmana flower to him!"

The young monk smiled.

"What......? Senior Brother Hui Nan is not ......"

Huikong said in shock.

"In front of Jiazi, Hui Nan imprisoned himself in Song Jingtian's prison!"

The young monk said lightly.

"Why...... Why ......"

Huikong was stunned, but tears were faintly visible, and there were flaws in his mood.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"Master, why did the senior brother of Hui Nan come to this? Even if he is unwilling or unwilling, he should not pass on the Buddha flower to outsiders. ”

Huikong's thin body was shocked, and he said with a bitter face after coming back to his senses.

"Huh!"

The young monk smiled but did not say a word.

"Amitabha, the disciple is in love!"

Huikong was stunned for a moment, and bowed his head.

"Over the years, you have been haunted by the original thing, and the Buddha's will has not advanced an inch, wait for this matter, take the wisdom to go down the mountain first!"

The young monk is humane.

"Disciple receives the decree!"

Huikong saluted and stepped back.

Unlike Hui'an, the young monk did not point out Huikong's whereabouts.

Rustling!

The breeze is gentle, the leaves are rustling, and the silence is indescribable!

"Outside the mountains, outside the sky! Watching the tide, watching the tide, things have changed, it should be like a dazzling cloud, but you have given me a big problem!

Hey, lawlessness!"

The young monk looked at the scene in the chess jar, and a rare wry smile appeared on Furui Wubo's face.

I don't know if it's because in just a few days, two disciples of the Huizi generation with extraordinary qualifications have been expelled, or because Wu Ming, who is about to reside in Shaolin Temple, and feel embarrassed!