Zhenbei General's Mansion

"Baby, baby!" a middle-aged woman knocked on the door repeatedly, and her voice was already quite impatient!

"Mother, don't say it! I'm not going!"

In the room, Lin Ying covered her ears, her hair was scattered behind her, and she was lying on the table weakly, and her beauty was the best description for her!

She doesn't like to wear that blue dress, she likes that kind of dress, and then wears some light armor and a sword, those are excellent!

Mother asked her to wear this dress today but I don't know why, and then I asked if she wanted to let herself meet people!

"Baby, you are such an adult! why don't you understand your mother's hard work?"

It turned out that Lin Ying's mother-in-law, Lin Shi, saw that Lin Ying was not young, and it was time to talk about a marriage, in this Chang'an, there are countless famous families, but there are very few who can be worthy of the only daughter of Li Guangzhou, the general of Zhenbei!

However, the Lin family also has a person in his heart, and the son of Yang Chen, the head of the household department, is worthy of his daughter, and this Yang Chen is now a big celebrity around the emperor! But his status is second only to Li Ruofu! Not to mention that Yang Chen's own sister is still the current queen!

Of course, the Lin family secretly got their own vision, if their daughter married in the past, they would be prosperous and wealthy in the future.

is just a mother, but she still didn't expect Lin Ying's resistance to this to be so strong.

"Baby, mother, this is for your own good, you marry a good family, and your mother can live in peace!" Lin said in a pleading tone as he knocked on the door.

What do I want, do you really understand? Lin Ying lay on the table and looked at the dress she was wearing, and she didn't like it.

"If you want to be like your father, then I have to be more worried!" Yang knocked on the door and poured out his heart to Lin Ying, "Baby! Women can only run around in troubled times, and this kind of peaceful life should find someone to marry." ”

There was a sudden bang in the room, and Yang's heart trembled, no, that girl, "Butler, call someone, open the door!"

Yang's face was flushed with anger at the moment, what she was worried about still happened, thief girl!

"Madam, young lady, she must be out of the house!" the old butler opened the door and saw that the window was open, and the man was no longer in the house, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

Looking at the blue dress thrown on the bed, Yang sat on the bed and sighed, "Hey, this is your good daughter!

Lin Ying doesn't like white, this is a mourning color, when his grandfather returned to heaven, he was wearing a white dress and suffered in front of his spirit for a day and a night!

She likes blue, whether it is the sea or the sky, but unfortunately her mother threw away the blue clothes she liked, and now she has to come out in white.

According to the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty, girls who have not married cannot wear their hair loose outside, so Lin Ying can only tie her hair into a ponytail.

Dressed in white clothes, even the cuirass he wore was white, although he didn't like it, but it was better to escape than to stay at home.

On Xuanwu Street, many caravans are pouring into Chang'an, and the birthday banquet of the Ming Emperor has caused a big explosion in the population of Chang'an!

Of course, in addition to those who come for money, there are also those who come for their lives.

There was a large stone platform next to the street, and people kept pouring to that side.

A bald-headed young monk dressed in a gray cloth robe and a smile on his face ascended to the round stone platform that was pitch-black and large enough for hundreds of people to stand at the same time, attracting countless onlookers on the street.

"Who is this?"

"Look at this costume, it is estimated that it is from Shaolin!"

"It's crazy enough! Few people have stood on this ink platform in the past few years!"

The bald monk has a dark face and a shallow scar on his face, and the bald head makes the whole person refreshed in the sun!

"I'm coming!" a square-faced middle-aged man in black light armor and a scum beard jumped up to the stone platform.

"Who is this benefactor?"

The black-armored man arched his hand and said, "Tang Chang'an City, Xuanwu Street Governor Lang General Zhou Dianjun!"

The little monk scratched his little bald head, smiled bitterly and said, "The donor said so much, I don't remember it!"

"Zhou Dianjun!" the black-armored man said sharply.

"General Zhou, please advise!"

The little monk patted his head, his legs bent into a horse's step, his hands folded, and his face was solemn.

"It's easy to say!" Zhou Dianjun put his hands into fists and rushed over with a burst of shouts.

"General Zhou is not simple! I heard that the strength is already approaching the corona!"

The people watching the play on stage were talking one after another.

"What's the situation!" with an exclamation, all the eyes of the people below who were whispering were cast.

That Zhou Dianjun's fist had already hit the little monk's chest, but the monk's horse steps were as steady as Mount Tai!

Zhou Dianjun clearly felt that he had hit him, but why!

"It's the golden light body!Shaolin's supreme body refining method!" Someone in the audience suddenly saw that the little monk's chest had been dyed with golden light, and he was shocked.

"The general's fist is a bit strong, hehe, but my golden light body is like an iron wall for people who are lower than my own realm!"

The little monk opened his hands and grabbed a pair of fists that Zhou Dianjun bombarded on his chest, "Ah!"

"Wow!"

Everyone's eyes widened, and Zhou Dianjun was lifted up directly, only to see the little monk holding Zhou Dianjun's hands and lifting him alive, what a divine power!

"W-what is this?"

"Hehe, donor, this is Shaolin's strong King Kong palm!" said the white-haired old monk who squeezed into the crowd on the side, touching his beard with a smile.

The moment Zhou Dianjun was lifted, his legs were already numb, "I admit defeat!"

With a shout, his feet touched the ground again.

The little monk smiled and folded his hands, "The donor has worked hard! Haha!

"Are you from Shaolin?" Zhou Dianjun felt his legs tremble.

"Hmm! Shaolin disciple Juehui!" the little monk touched his little head, and his eyes smiled into a slit.

Zhou Dianjun also nodded, and then limped down, if it was a Shaolin disciple, there would be no shame in losing!

This is when he stepped off the stage, he saw the old monk with thick eyebrows in a white robe in the crowd, it was the old monk who had just said "Mighty King Kong Palm" to everyone!

The old monk looked at him and nodded slightly, then ignored him again.

Zhou Dianjun walked out of the crowd, and was surprised by the old man just now, he would not admit his mistake, the old man with thick eyebrows and white robe is one of the few masters who has stepped into the vastness today - Master of Vajra Thunderbolt Yuan Annihilation!

No wonder you met a Shaolin disciple here, who had already entered Chang'an.

"What a wretched loser!General!" A man on the side suddenly whispered a few words in his ear, making Zhou Dianjun's face change and turn his head.

The man held the sword in his left hand, and kept it in the Tang Dynasty's different long discernment, Aohai Sword Gate-Heimu, "The one on the stage, I want to challenge you!"

The sound of Lang Lang echoed in the ears of everyone present.

Zhou Dianjun was also stunned, by the way, Aohai Sword Gate has already arrived in Chang'an!