Scripture Pavilion.

"The master knows about the Loose Sect?"

Xiao Jun tilted his head and looked at the old monk, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The Xiaoyao faction is not famous in the rivers and lakes, and it is not even as famous as Ding Chunqiu's Xingshu faction, and the old monk has been living in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple as a sweeping monk, how can he know the little-known Xiaoyao faction?

"I've heard a little, what is your relationship with the Loose Sect?"

The old monk asked again, and seemed to be very interested in the relationship between the Loose Sect and Xiao Jun.

"I should have asked the master, right? Why is the master so interested in the Loose Sect? Is it a grudge or a relationship?"

Xiao Jun also stared at the old monk's eyes and asked seriously.

"You go, while you haven't been found yet. ”

The old monk suddenly changed the topic, no longer asking Xiao Jun, but urging Xiao Jun to hurry up so as not to be discovered.

"I'm really curious about the Master's past, what exactly did it take to make the Master want to hide in such an isolated place, what is your purpose?"

Xiao Jun squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk again, and the doubts in his heart were even worse, he couldn't see through the old monk at all.

"Donor, it's time to go! If you don't leave, you really can't leave, you should know the consequences of trespassing in the Scripture Pavilion, and the guards of the Scripture Pavilion will be back soon. ”

The old monk had already ignored Xiao Jun, turned around and continued to start his work of wiping books, seriously and carefully.

"Okay, but you should shake hands with the master before leaving, right? ”

Xiao Jun said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the old monk's hand.

"No need, the old monk's hands are dirty, for fear of contaminating the donor, please leave the donor as soon as possible. ”

As he spoke, the old monk retracted his hand, his steps were slightly wrong, his body turned in place, his shoulders sank, and he leaned on Xiao Jun's chest.

"The master is wrong, as a person in the Buddhist sect, everything is life, why dislike it?"

Xiao Jun also dragged a sentence in a blind Buddhist tone, held his breath and condensed, his body was slightly sideways, with his shoulders in front, and he also crashed into the old monk's shoulder.

Suddenly, a powerful force came from the old monk's shoulder, colliding with Xiao Jun's six successful forces, and the surrounding bookshelves were shocked!

Immediately after that, Xiao Jun couldn't help but take a step back, and the old monk also took a step back!

The first move is half a catty and eight taels, and it is actually a tie.

What a master, huh?

Xiao Jun couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, although he only used sixty percent of his strength just now, but now his skill is not comparable to ordinary people, even if it is Ding Chunqiu, Murong Fu and the like, they may not be able to stop it, but the old monk actually just took a step back!

The old monk also looked up at Xiao Jun in the same surprise, his face full of doubts, as if he didn't expect Xiao Jun to force him to take a step back.

"Who's up there!?"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door, followed by a sound of footsteps.

Listening to the voice, it should be the monk on duty who returned here after the morning class, and heard the movement upstairs.

"Here is the third-generation head of the Xiaoyao faction, Xuzhu, I will say goodbye first, and I will talk about it another day!"

Xiao Jun left a sentence, turned over and jumped out of the window, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

The old monk couldn't help frowning when he looked at the back of Xiao Jun leaving, and his eyes seemed to recall a lot of past events.

But soon, as the footsteps downstairs got closer and closer, the old monk returned to normal in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

......

In a side hall, Xuan Ci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, is sitting alone knocking on the wooden fish, chanting words in his mouth, not knowing what he is chattering.

A gray figure landed on the top of the side hall in a vertical leap, and the sound was very soft, like the sound of falling leaves touching the ground, fleeting.

It was Xiao Jun who had just slipped out of the Scripture Pavilion.

I saw Xuan Ci, who was chanting a word, tilted his head slightly, his ears moved slightly, and he seemed to have noticed the movement of Liang Ding.

"Since it's already here, why hide your head and show your tail, I don't know what the donor has to do to sneak into my Shaolin?"

When Xiao Jun was still thinking about the old monk just now, he heard that Xuan Ci already knew that he was coming, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

What about bragging? Could it be that all the masters in this Shaolin Temple can't succeed? This is heard? Lao Tzu is a person who has inherited the skills of the three masters of the Xiaoyao School for more than 200 years, so that Lao Tzu has a little mystery?

Xiao Jun thought in his heart, but he had already reflexively fallen into the side hall, and with a wave of his hand into the air, the doors of the hall that had been opened all creaked and closed.

Xuan Ci, who was knocking on the wooden fish, seemed to feel the true qi that flashed in the air, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Xiao Jun, and then was obviously taken aback.

"Disciple Xuzhu, I have seen the abbot. ”

Xiao Jun clasped his hands together and said seriously.

"How are you?!"

Xuan Ci frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Why can't you be a disciple?"

Xiao Jun was still respectful, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The martial arts you used just now are not the martial arts of my Shaolin sect. ”

Xuan Ci calmed his face, looked at Xiao Jun a few times, and said slowly.

"Daddy... Bah... The abbot is good at hearing, can I tell from my light skills that I am not using Shaolin's martial arts?"

Xiao Jun was originally thinking about how to help Xuzhu's father get through the surroundings of Shaolin Temple, but he didn't expect to say that he was bald all of a sudden, and called his father directly.

It's really embarrassing! I can't cross into Xuzhu, this unlucky guy, even my dad has to be changed, right? Dad, I'm sorry, everything is needed to cross.

Xiao Jun thought in his heart, suddenly turned around on the spot, and bowed with his hands folded to the surroundings.

The abbot, who had not come back to his senses after hearing the sound of "Dad", then saw Xiao Jun's strange movement, and couldn't help frowning again.

"What are you doing?"

Xuan Ci looked at Xiao Jun suspiciously, who was worshipping all around, and asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. ”

Xiao Jun coughed awkwardly and replied casually.

"Where did you learn your martial arts, and since you studied in Shaolin, why did you steal the martial arts of other sects?"

Xuan Ci asked in a deep voice with a serious face.

"This is not important, the important thing is that I have to tell you that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are not dead, and they have been lurking in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, soon, there will be a big war in Shaolin Temple, and then Xiao Yuanshan will point out that you are the leading brother outside Yanmen Pass back then, but you must not admit it, and some people will expose that you have married a wife and had children, don't admit these, otherwise you will die!"

Xiao Jun looked at Xuan Ci and said seriously.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Xuan Ci frowned, looked at Xiao Jun in surprise, and couldn't believe his ears, because Xiao Jun casually said something that ordinary people couldn't know.

The most important thing is that, judging from Xiao Jun's current age, he shouldn't, or can't have known.

Xuan Ci was a little confused.