"These two poems are definitely tonight's champions and lists, and the poor road is also connected to one poem, which can be regarded as a dog's tail and a mink. "Yichen Dao Chang led the crowd to abandon Wudang, for so many days, he has always felt that his face is shameless, and the head of Wudang in Taishan Beidou in the dignified martial arts always feels that he is inferior to others, this poetry and wine fight, the haze in his heart is swept away, and he finally recovered a little bit of the grandmaster's style, and he also ran out to make a kick.

"Rootless trees, flowers are secluded, who is willing to rest if they are greedy for red dust? Boundless, shoreless, difficult to mooring, long in the fish and dragon danger of swimming. I am willing to look back, it is the shore, don't wait for the storm to break the boat. The human body is rare and has been obtained now, and the road is difficult to understand now. This body does not live in this life, but in what life. ”

A dust road chief, already on the abandonment of the door, but also afraid that the people in the rivers and lakes will laugh at themselves, today by the Wudang Kai sect patriarch of a poem, to the group of heroes to show their minds, the implication will not do any evasion, the first half of the middle: "willing to look back, is the shore, don't wait for the storm to break the boat." "Showing his remorse, in the second half of the que, the road is difficult to know and now it is clear, it is to show his future position, this body is not to this life, but to what life to spend this body, this is to show that he wants to die to thank the world.

"Good poems, good sentences, Yichen Dao Chang this poem borrows poetry and Yongzhi, but the words are serious, Wudang is the bull's ear of the rivers and lakes, it has always been a long time, Yichen Dao Chang is a sect of masters who are deeply admired by the Jianghu characters, don't blame yourself so much, but instead reserve a living force for the entire martial arts, and reserve strength for our future counteroffensive, there are so many disciples staying in Wudang Mountain, you can inquire about the news of the mysterious forces, I am too late to be grateful, how can the Taoist chief regret and guilt? We should respect the Taoist chief with a cup. Feng Ruyi said.

"Hey, Feng Daxia said this, it's embarrassing to be poor! I'll punish myself with a glass!" After speaking, he picked up the wine jar and took a big sip.

Everyone picked up the altar one after another and saluted the chief of the dust.

"The Taoist is wise and resourceful, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, I Feng someone respects you alone!" Feng Qiwu said.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, where is the poor road to be a toast from the Feng Daxia?" Yichen was a little flattered, and hurriedly picked up the jar and took another big sip.

"Senior Brother Yichen, you don't have to blame yourself too much, the ruined Zhenwu Hall can be rebuilt in the future, evil can never defeat justice, what is the temporary gain and loss, when it comes to responsibility, my responsibility is greater, sometimes, it takes more courage to put down than to pick it up, just rush to this point, you are much stronger than my brother, and you are worthy of being the head of Wudang! Although I am a senior brother, you are more qualified than me to be the head of Wudang. Today, the senior brother also sends you a poem: Planting green seedlings all over the field, and looking down to see the sky in the water. A pure heart is the way, and regression is the way forward. ”

When the elder heard this poem, his eyes were full of tears, not only did the senior brother not have any intention of blaming himself, but also constantly encouraged himself, and the moving in his heart can be imagined, yes, there are times in life when "regression turns out to be forward".

Everyone repeated the last line of the poem, and for a moment they forgot to drink.

"Okay, you're a bull nose, this poem is good, regression turned out to be forward, it's really good, but it's a pity that my Shaolin Temple was suddenly changed, and it was too late to regress, and the temple was destroyed. Rushing to your Wudang faction and retreating bravely, and your poem, my old monk drank up this jar of wine. After saying that, he really lifted the jar and drank it all the way to the sky. The heroes also followed suit and continued to drink.

Although Master Sanxiao said that he was almost already a transcendent outsider, he had been indulgent and uninhibited for many years, indulging in landscapes, and life and death had already been downplayed, but in the face of this great change in Shaolin, even if his Buddhism cultivation was high, and life and death were light, the abbot brother who had been like a brother to himself had gone west, so many people who had been with him day and night suddenly passed away with the wind, and his heart was actually extremely sad, but he never showed his face, and today he was infected by this scene. I blame myself for not being able to do my part for the Shaolin Temple.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Even if he is a high-ranking monk in the world, it is difficult to abandon his love in the end, and he forcibly turns the love between men and women in the poem into his own longing for his deceased brother and sister. Everyone sighed, and without waiting for others to say anything, they silently picked up the jar in front of them and drank a big sip.

This group of martial arts heroes, the rivers and lakes are reckless, and at this moment, the dance and writing are inked, which is also quite interesting, and they are blushing and red-eared one by one, and they are already slightly drunk. Between pushing the cup and changing the lamp, you came and went, and it didn't take long for the small amount of wine to be almost drunk. There are already a lot of staggering places.

"Feng Daxia, how long do you think it will take for us to return to our sect? When will the rivers and lakes return to peace?When will we be able to live like the previous life again?" asked the Heavenly Wind Dao Chief.

"The red dust and white waves are boundless, and it is a magic recipe to endure humiliation and gentleness. Everywhere with the fate of the years, a lifetime of peace. The little monk Zhenhui also chanted a poem in front of Feng Qiwu: "Adapt to the times, you can get peace in life, Amitabha!"

"Huh?" Feng Qiwu didn't know Zhenhui, but he felt that this little monk was a person with great wisdom and wisdom, and what he said at a young age was very reasonable, "Little monk, what's your name?" said and touched Zhenhui's little bald head. It seems that Feng Qiwu likes this little monk very much.

"I've seen Senior Feng, my name is Zhenhui, and I am the apprentice grandchild of Master Sanxiao. ”

Feng Qiwu has been adrift all her life, only Mei'er has a daughter, and there is no apprentice, when she sees Zhenhui, she is quite happy, and she has the idea of accepting apprentices.

"Master Sanxiao, I like this little monk very much, I wonder if the master can let me train him for a few years?"

"Huh?" Master Sanxiao was stunned, it seems that his disciple is really loved by everyone.

Feng Qiwu thought that Master Sanxiao had hesitated when he saw it, and hurriedly said: "Master, don't get me wrong, I only give him a nominal master, and I don't include my disciples, Zhenhui is still a Shaolin disciple." ”

"Feng Daxia, you misunderstood, if Zhenhui can get the guidance of his predecessors, it will be his creation, but Feng Daxia said that it is late, your son-in-law Xue Feng Shaoxia, the substitute teacher accepts apprentices, Zhenhui is now the nominal disciple of the old man of the Heavenly Sage, Long Zaitian, hehe, I'm afraid you have to ask your son-in-law about this." Master Sanxiao said with a smile.

"Ah, good you Feng'er, you have already taken the lead, but this is better, I see that Zhenhui is very good, and he is a good material for practicing martial arts, I wanted to train him personally, but there is a day when the old man is accepted as a registered disciple, that is his creation, which is ten times stronger than Feng someone. Feng Qiwu said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Zhenhui, my master and his old man Shenlong can't see the end, if I go out for this time, you can get my father-in-law to self-teach, but your blessings and creation, why don't you come and kowtow to my father-in-law?" Feng'er said to Zhenhui with a red face. Zhenhui is also a person with great wisdom, usually talking to these seniors, never treating himself as a child, never afraid of them, and never really treating them as elders. But he obeyed Feng'er's words, only promised, and admired his nominal brother in his heart. I am also afraid of this nominal senior brother. Hearing this, he immediately knelt down and clasped his hands together, "Zhenhui first thanked Senior Feng, Zhenhui is willing to accept your guidance and teaching." ”

"Haha, okay, Feng'er, you have to go out anyway, I'll help you train him, I don't even have a name, just let me do it for my son-in-law!" Feng Qiwu was overjoyed, he didn't even have a name, it was enough to see how much he liked this little monk.

"Daddy, your daughter and I began to recognize three fathers, and now there are two more, your old man is just such a daughter as me, and he doesn't have a son, so why don't you accept the little monk Zhenhui as a righteous son." In this way, if you train and teach true wisdom, you will be considered a famous teacher. Mei'er took the opportunity to light a fire.

"Ah, this is better, this is better. Feng Qiwu was overjoyed, "I don't know what the little monk and Master Sanxiao think?"

Master Sanxiao said: "This is the creation of true wisdom, if you Feng Daxia is his father-in-law, I absolutely agree!"

Zhenhui glanced at Feng'er, and Feng'er said, "Why don't you kneel down and kowtow quickly?

The little monk Zhenhui hurriedly knelt on the ground again, and respectfully kowtowed three times in a row: "Zhenhui, meet your father-in-law, kowtow to your father-in-law." ”

"Zhenhui, Zhenhui, this monk's name sounds awkward, what is your layman's name?" Feng Qiwu said with a frown.

"Feng Daxia, Zhenhui is an orphan, no name or surname, who are his biological parents? We don't know, he was placed at the gate of Shaolin Temple by his parents when he was less than a year old. Master Qingyun answered.

"That's right, Zhenhui, since you recognize me as your father, would you like to take my surname?" asked Feng Qiwu.

Zhenhui grew up in the temple since he was a child, and the name Zhenhui grew up with him, as for the name and surname, it was too far away from him, and the words father, mother and family were even more distant from him. So he knelt on the ground respectfully, trembling and kowtowing three more times: "Please give me a name!"

When Ouyang Fei saw this child, he also liked it very much, and now when he saw the little monk kneeling on the ground, he was also very distressed, so he hurriedly ran over and stretched out his hand to pull up Zhenhui, "Good boy, get up quickly!"

"The child kowtows to his mother. Zhenhui respectfully kowtowed to Ouyang Fei three times, and then Ouyang Fei dragged herself up.

"Okay, very good, haha, my Fengqiwu can also be regarded as an incense inheritance, Mei'er's mother's surname, my surname is also considered a successor. "Feng Qiwu is overjoyed.

"Daddy, what are you going to name my younger brother? Even I'm looking forward to it!" Mei'er pulled Feng Qiwu and said.

"Your father's name and my name is Fengqiwu, Fengqiwu, the phoenix perches on the sycamore tree, when your grandfather named me at that time, it was a reference, there is no sycamore tree, and I can't live in the meaning of the golden phoenix, which means that I am the golden phoenix. I have fulfilled your grandfather's wishes, fame and fortune, and I am free in the rivers and lakes, but I really live on the sycamore. But the real phoenix is to soar in the universe, and it is only right to be proud of the nine days, so I will name your righteous brother Feng Xiaotian! I hope he can really soar for nine days in the future!" Feng Qiwu said slowly.

"Feng Xiaotian, Feng Xiaotian. The crowd repeated it several times and applauded loudly, "Good name, domineering enough!"

"Feng Xiaotian, Feng Xiaotian, I finally have a surname!" Zhenhui suddenly shouted loudly.

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden voice, this little monk has always been proficient in Buddhism, gentle and elegant, extremely intelligent, and soft-spoken. Suddenly, this outbreak immediately shocked everyone.

So many people, including Feng Qiwu, no one thought that it was this little monk who combined Feng Qiwu's body style, ice and fire magic skills and Shaolin mastery to become a family of his own. Many years later, the name of "Ice and Flame, Hell Buddha" Feng Xiaotian made the entire evil people in the rivers and lakes terrified. The martial arts are high, the reputation is long, far beyond the legendary Feng Qiwu, compared to his senior brother "Ice and Fire Xiaoyaohou, Jade-faced Little Sword Demon" generation of heavenly people Xue Feng is not far behind, and the ruthlessness of his means is far above it, all the murderers are far away, and the evil is easy to avoid......