The scenery of the Kunlun Mountains is still beautiful, even in the cold winter after everything withered and was devastated by wind and snow.

Soon after coming out of the first line gorge and staying away from the monks of Shaolin Temple, Gu Qinghe felt unwell. Only then did he know what it meant to be comfortable and degenerate.

"After 20 years of living in Shaolin Temple without worrying about food and clothing, it seems that I have forgotten even the ability to take care of myself in a simple life, and I don't even bring more clothes in this cold snowy day."

After speaking, Gu Qinghe tightened the cotton clothes on his body, touched his slightly reddened face and ears, and finally, he still touched his hairless head.

Feeling the slight stinging of the hand, Gu Qinghe smiled bitterly: "It seems that the great monk in this winter is the most uncomfortable." ”

"Fortunately, my monk still knows a little bit of martial arts, so I can be regarded as having some achievements."

After speaking, Gu Qinghe smiled slightly, still walking on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

However, unlike when he directly endured the wind and snow with his body before, at this time, a warm wind blew from time to time beside Gu Qinghe, resisting the wind and snow while keeping Gu Qinghe warm.

After walking in the snow for a long time, Gu Qinghe gave up the plan to rush on foot, and only then did he use the light body exercises to quickly sweep over the trees and gallop on the snow.

And the reason he did this was that he was running out of dry food.

Half an hour later, the sound of swords intersecting suddenly came into the ears of Gu Qinghe, who was driving at high speed, and Gu Qinghe stopped moving forward.

After patting the snow that was sticking to his body due to the speed being too fast, and making his face red with his profound internal strength, Gu Qinghe jumped and gently landed on the leaves on the top of a big tree, looking at the situation in the distance.

The battle between the two sides fighting in the distance was a little fierce, the side with more people had lower martial arts, and the clothes on his body were the same as the Mingjiao clothes that Kong Zhi told Gu Qinghe and the others, while the side with fewer people was wearing Taoist robes, and the young Taoist priest led by him seemed to be the one with the highest martial arts in the fight.

Seeing this, Gu Qinghe said: "The two sides of the fight should be Mingjiao and Wudang." ”

"Since I've met, I'll make a move, show my face, and it can be regarded as meeting the expectations of the abbot."

In fact, Gu Qinghe also wanted to agree to the point arranged by Kongwen to show his face in front of the monks of Shaolin Temple, but almost all the gatherings arranged by Kongwen Abbot were Buddhist meetings, and Gu Qinghe didn't want to force himself to memorize the awkward scriptures of the Buddhist family, of course, he could only shrink his head.

After speaking, Gu Qinghe lightly touched the leaf he was standing on, and his body floated forward at a speed that was not inferior to before.

Tapping the leaves a few times, Gu Qinghe finally came to the sky above the fierce fight.

At this time, Gu Qinghe took his true qi in his mouth and shouted in a low voice: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

Then, this Buddha's horn resounded between this piece of heaven and earth, and how could this shout containing the true qi of the Nine Shadows be heard by ordinary martial artists?

Yes, as soon as Gu Qinghe's voice reached everyone's ears, those martial artists with low martial arts were already squatting on the ground with their ears covered.

There were also five warriors who could keep their faces unchanged while standing in place, and three of them were Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

Song Qingshu is one of them, at this time, he looked at this monk who fell from the sky with his hands folded but suppressed everyone with a Buddha horn, and said indifferently: "Little Master, you are a Shaolin disciple, right?" ”

Gu Qinghe slowly opened his eyes, continued to pose as a monk, nodded and smiled: "Yes, the little monk is indeed a disciple of Shaolin Temple, and his law name is Huixin." ”

Hearing this, Song Qingshu smiled lightly and said: "Great, little master, now it is the people of the Demon Sect who are fighting with my Wudang, and the little master is just able to subdue demons and subdue demons for Shaolin Temple." ”

Song Qingshu's smile was very shallow, and Gu Qinghe could see the falsehood in his smile at a glance, but Gu Qinghe could still understand it.

Zhang Sanfeng once worked as a little monk in Shaolin Temple, but Zhang Sanfeng did not learn the martial arts of Shaolin Temple during this period of time as a monk, and after Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were completed, Shaolin Temple always used Zhang Sanfeng's monk experience to whitewash himself, which of course aroused dissatisfaction from Wudang.

Not to mention that Yu Daiyan of Wudang was still in the dart game opened by the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, and Zhang Cuishan's self-murder was also inseparable from Shaolin Temple.

With such a grievance entanglement, it is really impossible for Song Qingshu to show a sincere smile to Gu Qinghe, a Shaolin monk.

Hearing this, Gu Qinghe nodded, stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, and the snowflakes on the ground floated in the wind, and flew to Gu Qinghe's palm together with the snowflakes floating in the air.

Then, Gu Qinghe's right hand gently closed into a fist, and then opened it again, while the snowflakes in his palm were divided into two balls in this simple process, and they flew towards the two people who were still able to stand in Mingjiao at an extremely fast speed.

After doing all this, Gu Qinghe didn't care whether the two people standing could withstand his own casual blow and resist, he just folded his hands, revealing a compassionate appearance, and recited: "Amitabha, sin and sin." ”

After speaking, Gu Qinghe's lips moved slightly, pretending to be overly chanting.

Looking at Gu Qinghe, who was even more false than himself in front of him, Song Qingshu twitched the corners of his mouth very vaguely, revealing a trace of disdain, and snorted coldly in his heart: Hmph! is a fake little monk, and he really deserves to be a disciple of the Shaolin Temple.

Before the thoughts in his heart stopped, Song Qingshu heard the painful screams of the two people not far away, and he immediately followed the sound, but he only saw two corpses lying in the snow.

At this time, Song Qingshu swallowed his saliva, and said in his heart: What a terrible little monk, he can take people's lives with such fragile snowflakes, I don't know which stunt this is in Shaolin Temple, or the disguised use of stunts.

After taking a deep look at Gu Qinghe, who was still reciting scriptures with his eyes closed, Song Qingshu said to the Wudang disciple beside him: "Little Master Huixin has already sent the Demon Sect demons who are still able to fight to the Western Heavens, why don't you hurry up and tie up these captives lying on the ground, do you still want Little Master Huixin to help?" ”

Hearing this, the two Taoist priests who could stand behind Song Qingshu immediately bowed down, said "yes", and did as Song Qingshu instructed.

And after hearing Song Qingshu's command, Gu Qinghe's face trembled slightly, and he sighed slightly in his heart: This Song Qingshu is really going to grab credit, if it weren't for the fact that I am pretending to be a monk now for the two people who were killed by my fingers, I'm afraid I would really have the idea of giving him a finger.