The blue scorpion froze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I don't know how long it took. She suddenly asked, "Well, how can we forget this pain?"

"Why forget?" said Wang Chan smiled indifferently. "Time will never dilute pain, time will only make people accustomed to pain, everyone has pain and sorrow on the road of life, even so we have to carry them with a smile. ”

The blue scorpion looked at Wang Chan blankly, and tears suddenly flowed from his eyes......

Sun Xiaohong was also looking at him stupidly, and at this moment, it seemed to her that the man in front of her was so sad.

The blue scorpion is gone, with tears in his eyes.

Wang Chan was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "You must be very strange, why didn't I kill her!"

Sun Xiaohong did not speak.

"Naturally, it won't be because of her beauty. ”

Sun Xiaohong snorted coldly, looked down at the strange blade on the ground, and still didn't speak.

Wang Chan smiled and said slowly: "Someone once told me that if a person still has tears to shed, he should not die, and besides, if a woman like her dies in the rivers and lakes, there will be one less, if it is okay, I don't like to let them die in my hands." ”

"Alright, let's go. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Back in Baoding, it's time to solve the problem. ”

......

Sun Xiaohong's steps are very brisk, as if she will never get tired, because no matter what she does, she has a great interest.

She is young, and she is full of love for life.

Although Wang Chan is also young, he has been a human being in two lives, but after experiencing so many things, his mentality is no longer young. It's not good, it's not bad.

The days of panic and anxiety when I first crossed into Shaolin are gone, and I don't know what year and month it was when I returned to Shaolin, and I don't know if my cheap master is remembering himself.

Wang Chan chuckled, and when he looked up, he really saw a monk, and he was a Shaolin monk.

"The benefactor is a gentleman's sword, the king benefactor?" asked an old monk in a dark red robe.

His voice was flat, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

As soon as the words fell, the remaining dozen monks had already surrounded Wang Chan and them in the center.

When Sun Xiaohong saw this, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and said, "What do you monks mean by this?"

"Senior Brother Xinmei is dead. ”

"Xinmei is dead?" Wang Chan frowned slightly, he didn't kill him in Xingyun Tower that day, and with his kung fu, there are really not many people who can kill him in this martial arts. Moreover, in this Jianghu, few people are willing to offend Shaolin.

"Is it really not the benefactor's hand?" the old monk asked in a deep voice.

"If I want to kill my eyebrows, can he still get out of Xingyun Tower alive?" Wang Chan sneered, but he already knew it in his heart.

Eighty percent of Xinmei's death is related to the traitor in Shaolin Temple, but Wang Chan didn't expect that after Lin Xian'er died, that guy would come out to commit a crime.

Wang Chan pondered for a moment and asked, "I don't know the master's name, and where did Xinmei die?"

"Old Brother Xinshu, Senior Brother Xinmei died on the way back to the temple. Xinshu looked at Wang Chan's eyes and said slowly.

"Is it really not the donor's hand?" this is the third time that Xinshu asked today.

Looking at his solemn expression, Wang Chan shook his head lightly and said, "No." ”

As soon as the words fell, Master Xinshu suddenly knelt down towards Wang Chan, not only him, but also the Shaolin monks around him all knelt down for a while.

Sun Xiaohong opened her mouth wide in shock when she saw this scene, carefully pulled Wang Chan's sleeve with her hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Wang, what's going on?"

These monks were still menacing just now, why are they kneeling all of a sudden, which one are they playing?

"I was about to ask what is going on?" Wang Chan looked at the heart tree and said with a smile.

"This matter is a matter of secrecy, and Lord Wang first agrees to my request before I can tell the truth. Xinshu raised his head and looked at Wang Chan with a solemn expression.

"Don't talk about pulling down. Wang Chan smiled, turned around and left.

Looking at Wang Chan's figure gradually moving away, Xinshu's face was full of struggle, he hesitated and stood up repeatedly, and said loudly: "Master Wang, let's take a step to speak." ”

Wang Chan glanced up at the group of gray-robed monks in the distance, reached out and pinched Sun Xiaohong's palm, signaling her to wait in place.

"This is the secret of my Shaolin family, and it is very important, I didn't want to mention it to you, but now I have no choice, I hope that Wang Shizhu can help us this time." Xinshu also knew that his requirements were difficult for some strong people, and he knew that Xinmei was sad for Wang Chan before his death.

Wang Chan didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

Xinshu glanced at Wang Chan carefully, and when he saw that the other party did not refuse, his heart was relieved, and he said: "The abundance of Shaolin Tibetan scriptures is the best in the world, and there are many Buddhist classics, and there are also many secrets that are not passed down in the martial arts. ”

Wang Chan said: "I know this, let's talk about the point." ”

Xinshu paused, his face did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, and said: "For a hundred years, there are many vain greed in the rivers and lakes, and they want to go to Shaolin Temple to steal the scriptures, but no one has ever been able to get their hands on it and retreat with their whole body. ”

He solemnly continued: "Although the monks are angry and killed, the Tibetan scriptures are the foundation of Shaolin, so no matter who dares to have this idea, the Shaolin disciples will not hesitate to deal with it to the end." ”

"But in the past two years, the temple's Tibetan scriptures have been stolen seven times, except for a Naiping Heart Sutra, the rest are long-extinct martial arts secrets. ”

Wang Chan's face was flat, he already knew about it, but he was still very cooperative and asked, "Who is this person who stole the scriptures?"

Xinshu frowned and said: "The strangest thing is that these seven thefts, there is no warning in advance, and there are no clues to be found afterwards, after the first and second occurrences, the security of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is naturally more stringent, but the thefts are still happening one after another, and the third senior brother who was originally in charge of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion also abdicated because of this, and thought about it in the face." ”

"Therefore, this matter is very important, so the senior brother in charge has repeatedly instructed to keep it a secret, and until now, there are only nine people who know about it, even you. ”

Wang Chan said: "Except for your first seven, who else knows about this?"

Xinshu said: "Bai Xiaosheng." ”

Wang Chan sighed, and had to say a word for Lin Xian'er, Bai Xiaosheng, Xinjian, Yi Wai Master and Apprentice, You Longsheng, Jing Wuming, Guo Songyang...... It's really **** all over the world, and I'm not afraid of anything. And when people die, they don't let people live in peace.

Xinshu sighed: "The third senior brother is the most cautious and serious person among my senior brothers, after he abdicated, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will be in charge of me and the second senior brother, and it has only been half a month so far. And the second senior brother always suspected that the menstrual loss was related to the plum blossom thief, so he rushed to find out, who knew that he would become an eternal decision when he went. (To be continued.) )