The gray-clothed monk waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter who the old monk is, the important thing is that you can't forget the Murong family's testament!" ”

Murong replied: "I have always kept it in my heart, and I dare not forget it!" He frowned, his face showing helplessness and confusion, and said, "It's just ...... It's just that if it is stable today, it will no longer be able to gain a foothold on the rivers and lakes, and it is necessary to revive Dayan, alas, "Alas, ......" sighed, full of loneliness.

The gray-clothed monk's eyes also flashed with hesitation, and then his eyes became even hotter, and he said categorically: "Your father's generation is not good, and you, you can't, there will be the next generation, passed down from generation to generation, how can there be a dynasty in the world that will not fall for thousands of years?" As long as you persevere, you can do it! ”

When Murong Fu heard this, he felt that he was the first to drink, and suddenly he was enlightened, and he knelt down on his knees, and said: "The good words of the predecessors are thought-provoking, and they must be remembered in the future." ”

The gray-clothed monk showed appreciation and relief in his eyes, and said: "The so-called grinding pestle into a needle, and those who have become great in ancient times, are all stoic, Gou Jian once tried his courage on his salary, and Han Xin had the humiliation of his crotch. If the Murong clan wants to revive Dayan, it has to do this word of perseverance! ”

"That's what the seniors said!" Murong Fu knelt down and said, "Please also ask the seniors to guide the juniors!" ”

The gray-clothed monk nodded, and said weakly: "You get up first." ”

Murong Fu obeyed, and the gray-clothed monk said: "To revive Dayan, there must be practical actions, how can you talk on paper?" ”

Murong Fu said: "The younger generation naturally wants to do things as soon as possible, but unfortunately, now that the country is peaceful and the people are thinking about governance, it can really be said that it is not with me!" ”

"You're wrong!" The gray-clothed monk sneered: "Zhao Kuangyin supported the army to rebel, the yellow robe was added, and he relied on the northern nobles, for hundreds of years, the northern heroes annexed the land, resulting in the displacement of all the people, and the court recruited soldiers to avoid the disaster of the displaced people, but unfortunately the government was corrupt, and the income could not make ends meet, 300,000 box soldiers, 500,000 forbidden troops, the military salary was in arrears, and the people's hearts were uneven. Wang Anshi's change of law led to the intensification of the contradiction between the royal family and the Dashi clan, hehe, the Song Dynasty was stable on the surface, and the world would inevitably be in chaos in the near future, and the Western Xia in the northwest, the Khitan in the north and even the Tubo in the farther away would inevitably take this opportunity to devour the Great Song Dynasty, and that was a good time for the Murong clan to rise up. ”

Murong Fu's eyes lit up when he listened, and then it dimmed again, "It's a pity, it's a pity, whether it is the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Liao, Western Xia, or Tubo, there are peerless masters in charge, and the kid's martial arts are low." ”

The gray-clothed monk snorted, Huo Ran raised his hand a little, snorted, and his fingers shot out, "Bang~Bang~" twice, and the cloth banner pole more than ten zhang away was broken into three! "This kung fu is your Murong family's Shen Finger, Murong family's martial arts are no less than any peerless martial arts, your martial arts are low, but your skills are still shallow, and you can't use them, so you don't need to be arrogant. When the world's masters are as old as you, there are less than three or four who can compare with you! ”

Murong Fu was a little stunned at this time, and muttered, "Participating in the Divine Finger? ”

The gray-clothed monk said: "Yes, the old monk was instructed by your father Murong Bo back then, and he learned the skin of this martial art. ”

When Murong Fu heard that it was really his father's old friend, he immediately clasped his fists and said: "It turns out that my predecessor is a friend of my father, and I ask my predecessor to help me complete my great cause!" ”

The gray-clothed monk waved his hand and turned around, turned his back to him, and said in a deep voice: "Don't say this beforehand, you come with me, let's do something big." ”

As he spoke, he walked with his steps, his figure fluttered, and Murong Fu was stunned: Getaway? Then he shook his head again, and it didn't seem to be like this, thinking like this, and followed with a leisurely step.

The two figures one after the other, drifting between the mountain roads, went to the Shaomuro Mountain.

Murong Fuxin said, "Where are you going?" But he didn't dare to ask. It's just hanging at intervals.

The gray-clothed monk looked back with some surprise, frowned slightly, and his feet were three points faster, and his elegant figure was slightly stiff.

Murong Fu sneered at the corner of his mouth, testing my light skills? The feet were also fast, the body shape remained unchanged, and followed.

Under the moonlight in the night, Murong Fu saw a tall doorway looming in front of him, and when he got closer, he saw a large plaque on the door, which read: Shaolin Temple, three golden characters!

"Go this way!" The gray-clothed monk said softly, leading Murong Fu to flash to the right and detour along the wall.

Murong Fu followed behind, and after walking for a long time, the gray-clothed monk stopped and said, "Over the wall, is where the Shaolin Discipline Institute is located. ”

Murong Fu asked, "Why did my predecessor bring me here?" ”

The gray-clothed monk said: "To save one person." ”

"Save someone?"

The gray-clothed monk didn't answer him, and quietly jumped over the wall, and Murong Fu followed him, and he also turned over with a little bit of strength on the wall in mid-air.

The two of them were falling behind a room. Murong Fu'er was pounding and breaking into Shaolin at night!

The gray-clothed monk calmly said: "The old monk has found out the news, this precept elder has been in retreat in the Dharma Cave in the back mountain for several months, so don't worry. ”

Murong Fu said carefully: "Aren't there any other masters?" ”

The gray-clothed monk sighed and said, "It's the New Year's pass, and the monks have been invited to 'Dharma' everywhere." ”

"Say?" Murong Fu was strange.

After the gray-clothed monk took Murong Fu out of the house, he made a few more turns, stopped in front of a house with iron windows and iron doors, and said: "Shaolin lay disciples are all over the world, and at the end of each year, they will invite senior monks to visit the mansion as guests and present this year's 'incense money', hehe, Shaolin martial arts are not so easy to learn!" ”

Murong Fuden woke up when he was reborn, and said in his heart: These lay disciples have learned Shaolin martial arts, and they have Shaolin, a major sect, as a backer, who dares to provoke them? Business naturally prospers, and it is only natural to offer filial piety.

The gray-clothed monk "bell bell ~~~" looked at the iron door, like a signal.

Sure enough, there was a clanging sound of chains colliding in the house, and one person walked to the back of the door and said softly and urgently: "The master is really here?!" ”

"Hmph~" The gray-clothed monk said: "The old monk is full of words, but what does Mr. Ding think?" Do you want to be locked up in this iron window for the rest of your life, or choose the vast world outside the iron window and follow the old monk! ”

The person behind the door was silent for a while, but under the moonlight, Murong Fu could clearly hear the man's heavy and rapid breathing. This person's skills are not profound, and he can even be described as useless, he frowned, what is the use of this person? Yes! Wait, Mr. Ding? Don't...... He was shocked!

"What's going on?" The gray-clothed monk urged, "If you don't make a decision, the old monk will have to leave." ”

It was Ding Chunqiu who was locked behind the iron gate, he was originally called an immortal ancestor in the sea of stars, so unhappy, he was locked up in this narrow room in the past few months, his skills were all lost, and from time to time there were some little monks who came to preach, just like the dragon swimming in shallow water and being played by shrimp, and the tiger falling in Pingyang was bullied by dogs, it was the most desperate and sad time, suddenly a masked old monk came and said that he was willing to rescue, but the condition was to follow him and serve him, he hesitated for several days, and the two sides agreed to make a decision today!

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