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Lu Yuan leaned behind the door dizzily and threw the curtain shut.

"What's wrong with the kid?"

Aunt Feng leaned out of the kitchen and asked.

"It's okay, the masters have to pack ten catties of buns, let me tell you" Lu Yuan replied, his face a little pale.

When the aunt returned to the kitchen to get busy, Lu Yuan covered his face with his hands. "Zhang Wuxia", "Du Dajin", relying on the sky and slaying the dragon? Can it be a little more unscientific!? Isn't that Mr. Kim's novel? Why did you open the traversal version? Jin Daxia is actually a novelist on the surface, but he is actually a creator?

Jin Daxia, I worship you right!

I don't know how long I thought about it, and when I looked up, it was almost dark?!

At this time, he suddenly remembered something, and shouted again and again, "Oops! ”

didn't bother to say more, and said hello to Uncle and Aunt Feng, and Lu Yuan ran out of the city without looking back.

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Lu Yuan was very impressed by Jin Daxia's novel, and this plot was naturally clear.

Yin Susu pretended to be Zhang Cuishan to destroy the capital of Dajin Manmen, and killed two Shaolin monks of the Hui generation. When Wudang Zhang Cuishan went to the dart game and the Shaolin monk to make a move, and when the monk Huifeng was about to expose the truth, he killed Huifeng with a secret weapon! Blame Zhang Cuishan!

Originally, for the book Heaven and Dragon Slayer, Lu Yuan didn't like the characters in the book too much.

Needless to say, Zhang Wuji's soft egg didn't care about his life and death, and he knew that reaching out at a certain point would get this master out of the sea of misery as soon as possible, and he wouldn't do it.

Yin Susu is full of people and vicious. Although the mother and son are filial to earn tears, they are still not worth dozens of lives, damn it. What's more, the most damned place for her is not to destroy the door, but to be a bad person, but she wants to shrink her tail and kneel to become a good person, so she must die.

Zhang Cuishan damn it. From the moment he tried to bear the sins of Yin Susu and Xie Xun, he was already a dead man.

Xie Xun also deserves to die, he has killed so many innocents, it is unreasonable not to die. Of course, some people say that he is excusable, you see that his whole family was killed by Yuan Zhen and cuckolded.

Is it true that there should be resentment? But it's understandable! He and his sister fell in love, but they were separated by life, and the biggest ambition in his life was to destroy the Ming Sect! How sad it is to lie on the salary and taste the courage, the painstaking loneliness.

Then our comrades Yang Dingtian roared in hell - Nima, I was cuckolded! Angry and dead again! Could it be that Nima actually blames me after the worst!?

Several women, Zhao Min is ambitious, Zhou Zhiruo is scheming, Yin Li is vicious and mean, and Xiao Zhao is kind and weak.

None of them are really worth liking.

Not to mention the Wudang coffee table faction.

As for the Shaolin faction, it was a complete tragedy. The only mistake that made him a half-villain was to be too careful.

You see, Wudang killed you more than a dozen, and you just couldn't bear it.

People accuse Shaolin King Kong of paralyzing Yu Daiyan, and you can't explain it clearly.

Kong Jian died, and the Shaolin faction actually dared to think of seeking revenge on Xie Xun, that is, the protagonist's father-in-law? It shouldn't be!

Lao Dao ran to Shaolin, and asked for Shaolin Jiuyang Gong with empty white teeth, but Shaolin didn't give it? It's really ungraceful.

After the worst, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu committed suicide, and everyone felt that Shaolin had done too much! Forcing people to death in life, Zhang Wuji, if you don't take revenge, you will be raised by your grandson! But...... Really think about it from the perspective of Shaolin, the uncle can bear it, but the aunt can't bear it!

What's more, in the afternoon, an exchange with the Shaolin monks also made him have a good impression of the Shaolin faction. Especially the well-said Huifeng monk, no matter what, he doesn't want to become a trick that will die if he shows up!

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I asked a few people along the way, and successfully found the Longmen Dart Bureau. At this time, it was already dark, and Lu Yuan ran to the place in a hurry, and heard angry shouts and fights from inside, knowing that it was too late.

He ran a few steps hard, scrambled up the wall, and rolled over with his arms.

The door was open, and there were seven or eight corpses lying in the hall! At this time, the sound of fighting in the backyard was silent, and it was already at a critical juncture. Lu Yuan knew that he didn't know martial arts, so if he rushed out of the city, eighty percent would die!

But thinking of Monk Huifeng, he gritted his teeth, picked up a long sword from the side of the corpse, and touched it back.

After walking only a dozen steps, he heard Huifeng's voice coming.

“…… You were wearing this garment, and your robe was square, yes, and you were holding a folding fan in your left hand, and this folding fan was now stuck in your neck. ”

Then a Qingyue voice roared angrily, "If you have a kind of say, the murderer is me Zhang Cuishan, not someone else!" ”

At this time, Lu Yuan turned the porch and saw a person dressed in a scholar's costume behind the door, hiding in the shadow of the back door. This person heard Zhang Cuishan and Hui Feng asking questions, and when he heard that Hui Feng seemed to recognize that Zhang Cuishan was not a murderer, he raised his right arm!

Lu Yuan knew the plot in the book, and Hui Feng was about to die under the secret weapon!

He only felt the blood rushing up his head, and before he had time to think about it, he stabbed the man in the back with all his might.

In the flash of light, Lu Yuan saw that the man turned around and waved his hand to block, Lu Yuan's innate dexterity played a role, the sword in his hand was like a natural light pick, flashed the hand of the block, and stabbed the person in the lower abdomen obliquely, the man screamed like a woman, and slammed his palm on his chest.

He felt like a hammer in his body flew out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, unconscious.

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In a trance, I don't know how much time has passed.

He heard the cries of women, heard the voices of men, and some people fed him soup, and some people fed him warm true qi......

When he opened his eyes clearly again, he was greeted by a simple meditation room and a kind old monk.

"Where am I?" Lu Yuan rolled his eyes blankly, and found that it was very difficult to raise his arms, "What about my uncle and aunt?" ”

"Little doll, don't worry, I'll let Huifeng talk to you." The old monk touched his head, turned around and walked out.

After a while, I saw Monk Huifeng running in happily.

"You're awake!?"

"Master Huifeng."

"Call me Huifeng Monk, Huifeng, Huifeng Brother Ducheng, don't call me Master, people will be panicked when they hear it. You know that you have been in a coma for two months! Now I'm awake. ”

"Huh?! So where am I? ”

"You, in the Shaolin Temple."

"This, then my uncle and aunt......" Lu Yuan struggled to get up.

"Don't worry," Hui Feng hurriedly reassured, "You were slapped by that person that day, and your heart and lungs were shaken. My Uncle Yuanyin used his true qi to protect your heart, supplemented by medicine to recuperate, and finally saved your life. But the power of that man's palm is very vicious, and although your life is not hindered, you will not wake up. After discussing with your uncle and aunt, we will take you to the Shaolin Temple to ask the elders for treatment. ”

After speaking, Hui Feng stood up and saluted again, "Little brother! You don't have martial arts, but you can draw a sword to help. For this life-saving grace, Huifeng dare not say thank you! In the future, but there is a fate, go to the soup and go to the fire, and do not give up. ”

But this oath is very sincere.

"I ...... I didn't do anything. ”

"Little brother, I haven't asked for my name."

"I, my name is Lu Yuan, far away, no words."

"A good boy has ambitions in all directions, and it's really a good name!"

The two gossiped for a while, and Lu Yuan talked about his whereabouts that day. only said that he followed the big monks to watch the excitement that day, but he didn't want to hear the sound of fighting. As soon as I dared to touch it, I saw that someone wanted to harm Huifeng, so I pounced on it as soon as my head was hot.

Hui Feng said that he heard a woman's scream that day, and then a quenched silver needle grazed his scalp and flew over, and he stayed there in fright. After that, Zhang Cuishan jumped into the woods to chase the murderer, and the Shaolin faction naturally did not stop him.

The Shaolin monks stayed to heal Lu Yuan's injuries, and by the way, they waited for Zhang Wuxia's news in Lin'an. After that, because Lu Yuan did not wake up for a long time, Hui Feng and a senior uncle sent him to Lin Temple for treatment, and the others were still in Lin'an waiting for news.

Since Lu Yuan woke up, he naturally had to inform his uncle and aunt to know. It's just that his body still has some hidden dangers, and he still needs to stay in Shaolin Temple to recuperate, so Huifeng volunteered to go to Lin'an to deliver the letter, and this back and forth is more than half a month away, and Lu Yuan can only keep his gratitude in his heart.

After sending Huifeng away, Lu Yuan temporarily stayed in Shaolin Temple.

Every day, I chatted with the old monk who came to treat the disease, flipped through the Buddhist scriptures, and the days passed like this.

Gradually, Lu Yuan was able to walk on the ground. It was the first time in his two lives combined that he had suffered such a serious injury. And the internal organ injury, in this era without surgery, can be treated and healed by relying on internal strength, which also makes him feel amazing.

After he was able to move, he tried his best to exercise, stretch his muscles and bones, etc., hoping to have a good body in the future.

A child wandering around the Shaolin Temple will naturally not be cared for. Lu Yuan knew that the Shaolin Temple had strict precepts, especially taboo to learn martial arts secretly, so when he saw someone practicing martial arts, he avoided it from afar, and he only picked some Buddhist scriptures that he could understand when he read books. At this time, the Jiuyang True Scripture was no longer in Shaolin Temple, and Lu Yuan was not very interested in other martial arts.

With the gradual improvement of his condition, Lu Yuan's range of activities is no longer limited to the garden of Shaolin Temple, and his footprints are all over Shaolin Mountain. One day, when I returned to the meditation room, I saw a few stone locks thrown in the yard. On a whim, he grabbed it and danced twice, and then placed it neatly on the edge of the yard.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he saw the old monk who was treating him, looking at him with surprise in his eyes. A six- or seven-year-old child was playing with a stone lock that reached his shoulder, which could no longer be described as a demon.

After checking his body again, the old monk groaned and said, "Lu Xiaohua, I know that you have more ideas than other children, but what I say next, you need to make up your mind as soon as possible." ”

"Your body is fine, except that you may have a bigger temper when you get older, and there will be no problems with your body. But today, I saw you lifting the stone lock, and when I checked just now, I found that Lu Xiaohua was not only born with divine power, but also had strong and broad meridians, which can be said to be a talented genius in martial arts.

The palm you received still had some damage to your Sanjiao meridians. If you don't practice martial arts for the rest of your life, it doesn't matter, but if you practice martial arts, your achievements are not high, but it's a pity that you have this talent. ”