In the pavilion opposite the Scripture Pavilion.

As usual, Ning Xiaotang and Shen Ning'er both sat cross-legged on the futon by the window, recuperating and meditating.

Every day, the little monk Spiegel will come as scheduled.

In addition to delivering food and tea, he also cleans the pavilion.

The entire building was cleaned and spotless by him.

Because he is a very serious person.

A serious person, no matter what he does, will focus and care, even if it's just cleaning.

However, in recent days, this serious little monk has obviously been a little absent-minded.

In the quiet room, sandalwood curls.

The little monk Spiegel was holding a rag and was wiping a square table.

He was a little distracted, and the movements in his hands kept repeating themselves over and over again.

Shen Ning'er's slightly closed eyes slowly opened.

She looked at the little monk on the side of the square table, thoughtful.

After a while, Shen Ning'er suddenly smiled and said, "Little Master Spiegel, you can't wipe that square table hundreds of times today." ”

"Ahh......h I ......"

After hearing this, the little monk Spiegel suddenly came back to his senses.

He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and his white face was slightly red.

Shen Ning'er got up and stood up from the futon.

She came to the little monk Spiegel and asked with concern, "Little Master Spiegel, you seem to have been a little absent-minded in the past two days. Is there something on your mind?"

The little monk shook his head subconsciously and said, "I...... I didn't. ”

Shen Ning'er smiled gently: "Your eyes tell me that you are not telling the truth, and monks can't lie." ”

"Let me guess, is it related to the Thousand Monks Selection Contest in your Hanging Temple?"

As she spoke, Shen Ning'er flashed her beautiful eyes and stared curiously at the little monk Spiegel.

Seeing that his heart was recognized, the little monk nodded his head.

He said sullenly: "The Thousand Monks Selection Contest is only held once in five years. With the martial arts of the little monk, there is definitely no chance of being selected. ”

Speaking of this, the mood of the little monk Spiegel couldn't help but become even more depressed.

Because I didn't get selected this time, it means that I won't have a chance until five years later.

At that time, he was almost sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had already passed the best time to learn the martial arts of the Hanging Temple.

Seeing the depressed appearance of the little monk Spiegel, Shen Ning'er didn't know how to persuade for a while.

Although she didn't know much about this game, she also knew that this game seemed to be related to the fate of many monks in the Hanging Temple.

Because those who have excellent results in this competition can be selected by the major courtyards and halls of the Hanging Temple, so that they can be taught real martial arts.

Shen Ning'er frowned, thinking about how to help the little monk in front of her.

After all, this little monk is kind and pure-hearted.

In addition, during this period of time, the little monk Mingjing has delivered food and water to Ning Xiaotang and Shen Ning'er, cleaned the house, and worked hard, which can be said to have completely won the favor of the two.

Shen Ning'er thought for a moment, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

She smiled and said, "Little Master Spiegel, how about my sister teaching you martial arts? You can learn from my sister and me these days, and my sister and I will definitely let you achieve good results in the competition." ”

"Teach me martial arts?"

The little monk's eyes lit up slightly.

Shen Ning'er is powerful, he knows best.

On the Guanyuan Terrace, he saw Shen Ning'er beat those people in the Pingnan Palace.

However, immediately after, the little monk Mingjing seemed to think of something, shook his head and said, "I can't learn." ”

Shen Ning'er was puzzled: "Why, Sister Xian, my martial arts skills are not strong enough?"

The little monk Spiegel hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no." Sister Shen, your martial arts are very powerful. But...... However, the little monk is a disciple of the Hanging Temple, and he cannot learn the martial arts of outsiders. ”

After that, the little monk sighed slightly.

Shen Ning'er was stunned: "Can't learn the martial arts of outsiders?"

And such a provision?

"It's a nuisance. Shen Ning'er frowned and muttered, but didn't say anything more.

Because at this time, she also remembered the rules of those martial arts sects.

Some sects do have such rules, stipulating that disciples in the sect can only learn the martial arts of their own sect.

However, there are also some sects that do not have such strict restrictions.

Obviously, the rules of the Hanging Temple stipulate that its disciples can only learn the martial arts of the Hanging Temple.

Shen Ning'er had no choice but to look at Ning Xiaotang by the window.

She asked, "Xiaotang, what can you do to help Spiegel?"

Ning Xiaotang's eyes slowly opened, his eyes were calm and indifferent, like a pool of water that was not alarmed.

He said lightly: "There is a way, I will pass on a set of martial arts to him." ”

The little monk of Mingjing hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Senior, the little monk is a disciple of the Hanging Temple, and he can't learn the martial arts of outsiders, so he can't learn it." ”

For Ning Xiaotang, the little monk Mingjing has always maintained a respectful attitude.

Because some time ago, whether it was Abbot Yuanci or Master Yuan'er and others, they were secretly telling him not to neglect the other party.

In the end, several old monks even pointed out directly, saying that Ning Xiaotang was a senior with an eternal face, so he must be respectful.

Under the earnest advice of several old monks, where did the little monk Mingjing dare to be disrespectful.

Ning Xiaotang looked at the little monk Mingjing, smiled slightly, and said, "What if I pass on this set of martial arts of yours, it is the martial arts of the Hanging Temple?"

"Huh?

The little monk Spiegel froze for a moment.

He was a little frightened in his heart, and said secretly: How can this senior be a martial artist in the Hanging Temple......? Could he ......

The little monk Spiegel thought that there was the Hidden Scripture Pavilion not far from the next door, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind.

This senior, he shouldn't have been to the Scripture Pavilion secretly, right?

That night, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion martial arts mastery was stolen and the saint Shun left, obviously the little monk Mingjing did not know about it.

Otherwise, if he saw that there were still four Divine Monks guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as well as the attitude of the four Divine Monks towards Ning Xiaotang, he would not have such thoughts.

Shen Ning'er seemed to be a little surprised by Ning Xiaotang's martial arts mastery of the Hanging Temple.

Shen Ning'er asked, "Xiaotang, do you still have the martial arts of the Hanging Temple?"

Ning Xiaotang said: "There will be one door." ”

Shen Ning'er's eyes widened slightly, revealing a thick look of curiosity.

She asked, "What kind of martial arts?"

The little monk Mingjing also looked at Ning Xiaotang, and he thought to himself, if this senior really secretly learned the martial arts of the Hanging Temple, should he tell the abbot about this?

Ning Xiaotang said: "This martial art, many people in the rivers and lakes know it. ”

Shen Ning'er showed a hint of surprise: "Ah, many people on the rivers and lakes will?"

Hearing this, the little monk Spiegel was stunned for a moment, puzzled.

The martial arts of this Hanging Temple, many people in the rivers and lakes will know?

What kind of martial arts is this?

Ning Xiaotang said lightly: "Luohan Boxing, you should have heard of it, right?"

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