"Little monk, have you read this scripture?"

Duan Rui looked at the little monk who came up and pointed to the scriptures and asked.

"Amitabha, the little monk hasn't seen it yet, I don't know who the donor is? Why did you appear in my Shaolin Scripture Pavilion?"

The little monk looked at Duan Rui's fingers and said with a solemn face.

"The wine fighting monk is still in the temple" Duan Rui saw that the little monk had not read the scriptures, and he must not have practiced the Jiuyang Divine Skill, so he asked again.

"It turns out that the donor is the deceased of the predecessor of the wine fight, and the wine fighter has passed away a few years ago, and the donor can go to the grave of the wine fighter."

When the little monk heard that the person in front of him was the old man of the fighting monk, he couldn't help but be a little happy but a little disappointed, after all, the void bamboo had turned into soil.

"He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, it's sad to see the deceased again, and he'll come back when he's someday. Little monk, you watch this scripture carefully, there is a healthy martial arts, although it is not strong after cultivation, it is safe to protect itself, and it has a long and healthy life. ”

Although Duan Rui had already known about the death of the deceased, he really heard it from the mouth of the little monk and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Thank you for the donor's advice, the little monk's name is far away, and I haven't asked the donor name yet."

"Haha!" Duan Rui laughed loudly, and left with a free wind on his feet, leaving only four lines of poetry in the air. Flash Dance

"I was born to point to the country, and I have cultivated the North Hell.

Gaia martial arts is difficult to match, and the Sword Supreme is free. ”

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Duan Rui left the Shaolin Temple, bought a horse and some dry food in a nearby town, and rushed straight to Zhangjiakou.

According to Ling'er's introduction, it is now the middle of the Southern Song Dynasty, the period of Song Gaozong, that is, when Guo Jing just returned to the Central Plains.

Although Duan Rui doesn't need to plot against Guo Jing, Duan Rui needs to hone his mind, and if he wants to go further, Duan Rui must summarize his own way, such as Lao Tzu writing the "Tao Te Ching" and the empress's "The Great Emperor Sutra", which are either telling what he has seen and heard in his life, or summarizing and refining what he has learned.

Zhangjiakou is the north-south passage, the place where the outer fur is distributed, densely populated, and the city is prosperous. The real plot of the Condor Shooting also begins here.

Duan Rui led the horse into the city, and wanted passers-by to inquire about the largest restaurant in the city, and a sweaty BMW appeared in front of him while on the move.

Sweat and blood BMW: thin head and high neck, slender limbs, thin skin and fine hairs, light steps, great strength, fast speed, and strong endurance.

According to the Chinese "Historical Records", the sweat and blood horses are not in Turkmenistan. When Zhang Qian went to the Western Regions, he once saw a kind of good horse in Dawan, this kind of horse has amazing endurance and speed, not only can travel thousands of miles a day, but also will flow sweat like blood from the position near the shoulder. Flashing dance is called sweat and blood BMW.

It can be said that the sweaty BMW is really a good horse that can travel thousands of miles in a day and 800 at night. During the Tianlong period, Duan Rui once got a gift from Xiao Feng, but that horse was not much different from an ordinary horse when it reached old age.

Duan Rui knew that the owner of this horse was Guo Jing, who he wanted to meet, and later generations said that "the great man of chivalry, for the country and the people".

Guo Jing held the red horse in his hand, looked around, he had never been to such a big city, but seeing that everything was fresh, before coming to a big hotel, he was hungry, so he tied the horse to the horse stake in front of the door, entered the store and sat down, asked for a plate of beef, two catties of bread, and ate it in a big gulp.

He had a great appetite, and according to the Mongolian custom, he grabbed a handful of beef pastries and stuffed them into his mouth.

Duan Rui didn't pay attention to him when he looked at his actions, and he didn't feel rude because of Guo Jing's actions, after all, he was used to eating like this. Duan Rui tied the horse to the horse stake, beckoned Xiao Er to serve a table of wine and food, and waited for Huang Rong's arrival.

Guo Jing was eating happily when he suddenly heard a noise at the door of the store. He was worried about the red horse, and hurried out, only to see the red horse eating grass in a good manner. The two shopkeepers were shouting at a ragged, skinny teenager.

The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a swarthy torn fur hat crookedly on his head, his face and hands were full of black coals, and he could no longer see his true face, and he held a steamed bun in his hand, grinning, revealing two rows of shiny snow-white teeth, but they were extremely incommensurate with his whole body. The eyes are dark and very smart.

One of the shopkeepers shouted, "What are you doing?" Don't let me go yet? The young man said, "Okay, let's go." As soon as he turned around, another shopkeeper shouted, "Put down the steamed buns." ”

The young man put down the steamed bun as he said, but there were a few dirty handprints left on the white steamed bun, and it could no longer be sold. A fellow was furious and threw a punch, but the boy ducked.

Guo Jing saw that he was pitiful, and knew that he was hungry, so he hurriedly grabbed it to stop him, and said, "Don't be rude, count it on my account." "Pick up the steamed bun and hand it to the boy.

The young man took the steamed bun and said, "This steamed bun is not well done." Poor thing, give it to you! "Throw a leper puppy at the door. The puppy pounced on it and munched on it.

A shopkeeper sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the white meat steamed buns are fed to the dogs." Guo Jing was also a wolf, but the young man was hungry, so he robbed the store's steamed buns, but he threw them to the dog to eat.

Duan Rui saw Guo Jing enter the hotel with a beggar-like person, so he greeted him loudly: "Little brother, bring that friend of yours here."

Guo Jing heard Duan Rui's words as soon as he entered, and couldn't help but look around to see who Duan Rui was calling, Guo Jing was stupid, but Huang Rong behind him was not stupid.

"Alas, that man's name is you, what are you looking at left and right!" Huang Rong patted Guo Jing's shoulder and said dissatisfiedly, feeling that this person was too stupid.

"Sir, you call me" Guo Jing reacted at this time, walked up to Duan Rui and asked.

"Yes, I saw you just now that you don't seem to be full, and the little brother behind you must not have eaten anything, I ordered this big table of dishes by myself and couldn't eat them all, it was a bit wasteful, how about the three of us eat together?"

Duan Rui saw that Huang Rongguo was as smart and elf as later generations said, and he couldn't help but feel good, so he invited him.

"This," Guo Jing was a little hesitant, and Huang Rong could see at a glance that Duan Rui was deliberately waiting for them, the dishes on this table must be waiting for someone without moving, since this man has a request or a plot against the two of us, it is better to eat first and then make a plan.

"Then thank you, Childe."

"Thank you for this big brother" Guo Jing saw that Huang Rong was on the table, so he no longer hesitated to say thank you.

"Big brother" Duan Rui couldn't help but cry and laugh when he heard Guo Jing's title, he was about twenty years old when he disappeared in Shaolin, and then another hundred years later, adding up to more than one hundred and twenty years old, but now he is called a big brother by an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man. Hehe!

"Isn't there anything wrong?"