When the sun rose, Chen Feng, Mu Wanqing, and Wang Yuyan were awakened by the light of the early sun.

Mu Wanqing was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Chen Lang, you should go." ”

"Wan'er, you." Chen Feng was surprised that Mu Wanqing would take the initiative to propose that she should go, didn't she want to spend more time with her?

Mu Wanqing sighed lightly and said, "My sister and I naturally want you to be with you all the time, but I have been watching it in the past few months, although you smile every day, there are still things on your mind in your smile." ”

Chen Feng couldn't help nodding, he thought he was hiding quite deeply, and he didn't want to be seen by Mu Wanqing.

Although it is very happy to be by Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan's side, Chen Feng still can't get out of the world, he still thinks of his red face, parents, and brothers in the real world.

Wang Yuyan also spoke, "Husband, my sister and I can understand you, since you have spent a few months with us, it shows that we have more or less weight in your heart, and this is enough!" ”

"My sister is right, this is enough, we will wait, wait for the day you come back!" Mu Wanqing said firmly.

Chen Feng naturally did not leave Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing in the mountains, but took the two of them to leave this deep mountain and old forest first, returned to Dali and bought a mansion to arrange for the two to live in, as a habitat for the two daughters in the future.

Chen Feng stared at Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing for a long time, because he didn't know when he would see them again in the future.

A few minutes later, Chen Feng took a deep breath and said, "I'll be back!" After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, and rushed in the direction of Shaolin Temple alone.

Mu Wanqing looked at Wang Yuyan and said, "Sister, in the future, only the two of us will depend on each other." ”

"Sister, I believe that my husband will come back." Wang Yuyan said firmly.

Mu Wanqing joked, "Why is my sister so sure? I don't believe he'll ever come back, I'm afraid he'll never come back. ”

"Even if he doesn't come back to see us, my sister will still wait, won't she?" After Wang Yuyan finished speaking, Mu Wanqing was speechless, yes, even if Chen Feng didn't come back, she would still wait!

Mu Wanqing said with emotion: "This person has no conscience, he stole the hearts of the two of us, and he was going to fly away." ”

"My sister is willing to be stolen by him, why is my sister not like this?"

The two sisters looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.

Shaolin Temple.

In the martial arts, it is said that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, which shows the status of Shaolin Temple in the hearts of martial arts people.

It is precisely because of this that so many people have died one after another for the sake of the "leading brother" Abbot Xuanci, even if they would rather sacrifice their lives to protect their reputation.

At this moment, Chen Feng is standing at the door of Shaolin Temple, different from the Tianlong Temple in Dali, the martial arts atmosphere of Shaolin Temple is a little stronger, and every inconspicuous monk in the temple may have Shaolin mastery.

But this does not mean that the Buddhist culture of Shaolin Temple is not good, on the contrary, the Buddhist culture of Shaolin Temple is also quite profound, and countless pilgrims come to burn incense and worship Buddha every day.

Chen Feng walked into the temple of Shaolin Temple, and after some inquiry, he learned the location of the Scripture Pavilion, and was intercepted by two Shaolin monks as soon as he came to the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

The two warrior monks said in unison, "The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is important, and idle people are forbidden to enter, so the donor should please go elsewhere." ”

"I'll just take a look at the door, why don't you go in?" Chen Feng asked the two warrior monks rhetorically, and the two warrior monks nodded, as long as they didn't go in and stood at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it naturally didn't matter.

Like a patient hunter, Chen Feng stood at the door waiting for his prey, and after an hour, the prey finally came out of the Scripture Pavilion.

A thin monk in a green robe held a broom, sweeping the dust from the inside of the scripture pavilion, this monk is quite old, the sparse few long beards are all white, and he looks no different from the other old monks in the temple.

Of course, there is still a difference, that is, this monk was a monk halfway through the family and entered Shaolin when he was forty or fifty years old, so he only got a position of sweeping the floor, otherwise he would not have done such a vulgar thing as sweeping the floor at his age.

This sweeping old monk and others can't see anything special about it anyway, and they can't see that there is a trace of internal force fluctuations in his body, because he hides his internal breath all year round, unless he also reaches the realm of "martial arts peak", or he takes the initiative to make a move, otherwise he can't see it.

After the sweeping monk came to the door of the Scripture Pavilion, he noticed Chen Feng in the crowd, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and then pretended not to care and prepared to return to the Scripture Pavilion.

"Master!" Chen Feng shouted at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk said, "The donor has recognized the wrong person, I am just an old sweeping monk, how can He De be called a master?" ”

The two warrior monks at the door were holding back a smile, even if Chen Feng couldn't see the difference between the robes, he should have seen that the sweeping monk was sweeping the floor with a broom in his hand, and which monk would sweep the floor?

Chen Feng opened his mouth and said, "Master, I don't have much patience, everyone is a smart person, so don't pretend to be confused." ”

Just now, the sweeping monk clearly used his consciousness to investigate his own realm, and at the same time, Chen Feng also investigated the realm of the sweeping monk, and sure enough, he had reached the peak of martial arts.

The sweeping monk is also respected by many people as the number one master among the gold masters, perhaps only Dugu can compete with him, but unfortunately the two are not in the same era at all, and there is no chance to compete, it is this that puts a veil of mystery on the two.

The sweeping monk heard Chen Feng's words, but he couldn't hear them, and was about to continue walking towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Master, if you go back to the Scripture Pavilion, I will burn the Scripture Pavilion, I believe that no one in the Shaolin Temple can stop me except you, you and I know this." Chen Feng threatened.

"Presumptuous!" The two warrior monks heard that Chen Feng was going to burn the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and they were immediately furious, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion stored the Buddhist scriptures of the Shaolin Temple and various martial arts methods, if it was burned, even the abbot could not afford the crime.

Chen Feng snorted coldly, "I talk to the master, how can you two juniors speak?" ”

The two warrior monks suddenly felt locked by a powerful aura, this aura overwhelmed them, and they couldn't even use their internal strength, what kind of magical power was this?

The sweeping monk's footsteps stopped abruptly, turned to look at Chen Feng, and said, "The anger on the donor's body is too heavy, you should read more Buddhist scriptures to cultivate your self-cultivation." ”

Chen Feng smiled lightly, "If this is not the case, how could the master stop answering my question?" ”

The sweeping monk was stunned, sighed lightly and said, "That's it, what is the matter with the donor looking for the old monk, please explain it to the donor." ”

"It's simple, I want to have a fight with you." Chen Feng went straight to the point, and he didn't have much patience to continue to consume. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Movie Shuttle God Ring Claw Book House" for free for the first time.