Shaolin Temple is such a big temple, there are countless monks, although there are also cultivated fields, but how can this money be enough to repair the temple, isn't it all money for robes or something!

Of course, this money did not come from the great monks, and it did not rely on the worship given by those laymen's outer courts. Of course, this is also mutually beneficial, after all, these outer courtyards are under the banner of the Shaolin faction, and everything can be done much more smoothly, provided that they can't do bad things.

But it was said that Long Zhentian entered the Hongyun Building, and the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him. It can be seen that the identity of the old dragon is not ordinary.

"Lao Li, the meal hasn't been prepared yet. ”

"No, how dare you do it without your orders. ”

"My senior brother thinks it's a delay on the way, you have to wait, you have to remember! ”

"Dragon dart head, is that egg considered meaty!"

"Count. I can't even use meat oil, I want to use peanut oil and make more mushrooms, my brother loves to eat them. Okay, I'll have to go out and wait. I'm sorry for you, you have to pay attention!"

At the beginning, the officials and family members of the imperial court did not serve like this. The guests who came this time were definitely not ordinary.

Li Lanting pondered and went to the back kitchen to explain, all kinds of ingredients had to be prepared, once people spoke, they had to be ready to be done in the shortest possible time, and they had to be sent home.

This is the third time that Long Zhentian has come to instruct, and when he went out, he listened coldly to a piercing voice sobbing,

"How did you say the leader of the alliance died!"

"Didn't you say overwork!"

"Phew. Who believes. A monk should be the leader of the martial arts alliance, is this what a monk should do? If he recites the scriptures well, then how can he suddenly burp!"

The people around him glanced at him in disgust, and a few even pulled up the guy, but were stopped by their companions.

There are more than a dozen tables in the hall, and each table seats at least eight people, and some even sit more than a dozen. Of the eight people sitting around a table in the north window, four of them were actually Zhu An. The other four are obviously knights, they don't know each other, and they have a temporary table. One of the bearded men was about to copy the guy when he heard the man's words, but one of the people next to him held his hand and shook his head vaguely. Although the big man didn't make a move, he glared at the man angrily.

The guy looked at the words, and his heart was in a cold sweat, and he said that if this fight started, it was estimated that he would have to redecorate again.

Long Zhentian stopped, turned around and looked, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

I saw that the person who spoke was the type of person who could be seen from his appearance that he was not a good person. Of course, Long Zhentian, as a lay disciple of the Shaolin School, still thought in his heart that this was just his own emotional influence.

This man left a small inch. The eyes are squinting, and I don't know if they are just so big or deliberately squinting; the eyebrows are cold and can't be seen, and only if you look closely can you see a rough idea, there is no specific shape, you see a strip, maybe he looks at an oval shape; the nose is sharp and collapsed but has two large nostrils; the only thing that looks like a point is the mouth, if it grows on a woman's body, it would be wonderful, but unfortunately such a cherry mouth grows on the body of a big man, and it has thin lips; there is no beard on the nose, and there is some beard stubble on the chin, as if it is not clean。

He wore a purple stub and a cloak that resembled a sheet, because the purple one was a little red, and it looked a little glamorous.

"You come out!"

Long Zhentian looked at him twice, and really didn't want to look at him a third time, so he coldly left a sentence and went out.

This guy is really tough, and he came out with his cloak, as if he was unarmed.

"What's the matter!"

As soon as this guy spoke, Long Zhentian almost didn't vomit, and his voice was sharp and thin. Although his words were a little harsh, they were not to the level of disturbance, and this time I don't know if he did it on purpose or if it was like this.

"I want you to take back what you just said!"

"Or else!"

The voice is still more feminine, but not as gentle as a woman.

"In the realm of Baoding Mansion, I really don't want to do it!"

"Whoa, who do you think you are? I really think of myself as the soil emperor of Baoding Mansion. Well, even if you are the soil emperor of Baoding Mansion, you can't control me, don't talk about you, even the king of Yan who just rebelled and became the emperor doesn't dare to care about my affairs!"

This guy's voice is sharp and thin, and there is no taboo. When the four of Zhu An heard this in the house, Zhu Ning pulled the guy and was about to run up, but Zhu An grabbed him and signaled not to cause trouble.

"Okay!

The three souls of the dragon earthquake weather are out of the body, he is extremely controlling himself, at this point, if he doesn't fight, it is estimated that he will not be able to sleep well in the past three days.

The guy in red actually buttoned his nostrils, completely ignoring Long Zhentian.

Long Zhentian didn't say anything anymore, his feet stomped on the ground, and a sweeping leg went straight to the face of the man in red. Long Zhentian is six and a half feet tall, and the man in red is more than five feet three at most. If this kick is drawn, it is estimated that the entire face of the man in red can be deformed. But he was not in a hurry, and reached out to block Long Zhentian's sweeping legs.

As soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was one. This guy can block Long Zhentian's leg with his arm, which shows that his kung fu is a few points stronger than Long Zhentian. The old dragon turned over with a harrier, his left fist out, and the black tiger took the heart of the man in red into the chest with a move. The man in red reached out with his right palm and wrapped Long Zhentian's fist. But Long Zhentian's hands are much larger than his, but his hands can't contain Long Zhentian's fists. But Long Zhentian couldn't move in anymore, and hooked his right fist and left to bombard the cheek of the man in red.

Although the hand of the man in red could not cover Long Zhentian's fist, he could barely pinch his metacarpophalangeal joints. As soon as he wrestled with his hand, Long Zhentian felt as if his fist was covered by an iron hoop, and his bones were about to shatter. Long Zhentian is worthy of being an iron-beaten man, no matter how painful his right fist is, he can't bear it, and his left fist still strikes away.

The man in red was taken aback, and said in his heart that this person was hard. At this point, he had no choice but to step back, tiptoe to the ground, and leap back two steps. Long Zhentian grabbed it, kicked his right foot into the sky, and his heel went straight to the chin shell of the man in red.

The man in red made a big back, but he didn't expect Long Zhentian to be a false move, and his heel smashed down after him, if it was smashed, it was estimated that the entire chest of the man in red would collapse. Looking at the man in red again, his feet were wrong, his heels kicked the ground, and he leaned back and went backwards. Long Zhentian's big foot stomped on the ground, his left leg was bent, his knee was pushed out, and his body jumped forward, and the man in red just stood up, and this knee smashed towards his head.

Long Zhentian pressed forward step by step, and the man in red was annoyed and angry, and shouted loudly, but it was like a hen that laid eggs crowing,

"You're looking for death!"

Before he could finish speaking, Long Zhentian saw a red shadow flash, and then saw that the man in red was gone. But he was not in a hurry, and after his right foot landed, he turned around, and his left leg stretched out to form a semi-circular sweeping leg.

The man in red made the spirit snake around the light exercises, I wanted to hit Long Zhentian by surprise, how do I know that Long Zhentian's fist and foot moves are powerful. He had to stay out of the edge for a while. Long Zhentian's three fingers were clawed, and he used the Shaolin eagle claw skill to entangle with the man in red.

Isn't the eagle the pinnacle of the snake showdown!

The red-clothed man is flexible and fickle, and Long Zhentian has solid hard skills. Although he couldn't hit the man in red, the man in red's idle move couldn't hurt him. Moreover, Long Zhentian's body is strong and fierce, and the tiger and tiger are fierce when he makes moves, but it is difficult for the man in red to get close. This entanglement, the man in red became angry.

Long Zhenkan had already called out Mrs. Long. She was an orphan who had been adopted by a nun. This nun is called Mengjiang Layman, who travels the rivers and lakes, and in addition to doing chivalrous deeds, she is adopting homeless orphans.

Mrs. Long's real name is Meng Xishi, which is naturally the name given by Mrs. Mengjiang. By chance, she took her out to see the world, walked to the boundary of Baoding Mansion, and met Long Zhentian by chance, and the two fell in love at first sight, or they were happy with each other. At that time, Long Zhen was in his early twenties, and Meng Xishi was only eighteen or nineteen years old, which was the right time for the beginning of love. Mengjiang Shitai saw that although Long Zhentian was a big son, he had no power to be a gentleman, and his character and appearance were outstanding, so he married Meng Xishi to Long Zhentian.

Who would have thought that the two would get married, Meng Xishi was infertile for a long time. In a hurry, he asked Long Zhentian to continue to be a concubine. Long Zhentian has been yearning for the rivers and lakes since he was a child, and he doesn't pay much attention to having children. So the two of them played together.

There are a lot of orphans adopted by Mengjiang monks, although not everyone teaches martial arts, but those who are talented and rooted will naturally be cultivated, and they are not expected to become famous, at least they can have the ability to protect themselves. This Mrs. Long is a woman who is gifted in martial arts, and she has learned martial arts from Master Mengjiang for five or six years, and she is very experienced in her moves.

Mengjiang Shitai's martial arts master inherits Emei, and the internal strength is also designed for women. Meng Xishi has been spitting and collecting interest since he was a child, and his internal strength is small. She and Long Zhentian have been running for a few years after they got married, and the rivers and lakes have some prestige, and the chivalrous warriors in Baoding Mansion jokingly gave her a nickname - "Descending the Dragon!"

But after several years, Meng Xishi is still not pregnant and is naturally anxious. Long Zhentian's parents were naturally more anxious because they had not been pregnant for many years. Long Zhentian and Meng Xishi go to Shaolin every year to offer incense. Ten years after the two got married, Meng Xishi finally became pregnant with a child. The Mother of Dragons relieved her heart and finally passed away without worry. When Long Tianbiao was eight years old, the old lady of the Long family also died.

Since Meng Xishi was pregnant with a child, he has not been following Long Zhentian to run darts, but is running the family business at home. Later, Long Zhentian worshipped Fuxian as a teacher, and the dart game became bigger and bigger, and now it has become a strong party. Since then, Madame Long has rarely done anything, and no one has dared to cause trouble at the door of the Heaven-Shaking Dart Bureau.

Mrs. Long naturally understands Long Zhentian, although she is not small, she is not easy to do with others, as long as she does it, it is definitely not a trivial matter. When Long Zhenkan called her out, she brought a sword and Long Zhentian's fist gloves.

Long Zhentian learned the family internal skills and Shaolin's Yijin Sutra, and the outer door was also a hard way, and the kung fu was all on the arms and legs, so Long Zhentian's weapon was a pair of iron shoes and a pair of leather gloves covered with fine iron.