Nothing happened overnight.

In the early morning of the next day, the little monk with tears on his face groped for the corner of the quilt and got up, reached out and touched his head, which was still a little drowsy.

In the backyard of the temple, the also sleepy-eyed monk Chengguan touched the bald head, slowly picked up a broom, and cleaned the yellow leaves in the courtyard that were swept away by the gust of autumn wind.

"A layer of autumn rain and a layer of cold, bursts of sorrow urge the heart. It's also difficult, it's also difficult!" Shi Shiran, a handsome man in Tsing Yi who had visited the mountain gate a few days ago, walked out of the small house where he had lived overnight, and stretched out his hand to flick the dust on his shirt.

The man's hands and feet are gentle, and when he brushes the mouth of the leader, the man's straight hands will become slightly bent, and the corners of the clothes will be lightly pinched.

"Donor, I slept well last night!" the smiling little novice took a clean robe and handed it to the elegant man.

"Yes, of course, it is good! Buddhism is cultivating in the ground, why is it not good! It's just that there was a faint wind and thunder last night, and how the sky has become clear again today, but people are a little puzzled. Like, just like that handsome teenager. The man laughed and picked up his long coat, but when a fallen leaf fell to the ground, the man had already put the clean long coat on his body.

The little monk covered his mouth and was speechless, and when he saw the man change into the long robe that seemed to be cut by his figure, the monk stuck out his tongue and looked at the man and winked and smiled.

"This donor is funny!"

The young man went to the temple at night, and he didn't know how to come and go. When he woke up with a sullen head, he saw a girl who couldn't vomit a thousand words, and the boy was almost stunned with joy. If it weren't for the seemingly useless old man who pointed him out, the young man was almost trapped in the main hall and couldn't escape.

At this time, next to the side of the man's residence, the young man who was sleeping loudly also opened his misty sleepy eyes, and pulled the quilt to cover the dazzling sunlight from the window.

The boy slept in the middle of the night, his head a little sleepy. was about to stretch the long quilt to replenish his energy, but unexpectedly, the tactful girl appeared in front of him again.

"Zhao Qingrou!" the young man shouted, most of his sleepiness disappeared, he pulled the quilt covering his hands and feet, and looked at the dim shadows of the trees around him in a panic.

"It's a rare good weather today!" the man waved his hand to cover his eyes, and said that the scenery was beautiful. But when he turned around, he looked at the meditation room where the young man was, intentionally or unintentionally.

"But the fate of this world is forced. Little one, though I have been entrusted to introduce you. But as the saying goes, the master leads the way into the door, and the cultivation is personal. How much achievement and how much cultivation there will be in the future, don't ask Master about these things. The number of days of destiny is known!" The man smiled to himself, and then frowned a little sadly.

"But none of my apprentices have become successful. Brother Zhao, you fucking go and ask the beauty to show your face, and Lao Tzu will make him a cow and a horse. I don't seem to be able to make a difference in any way!" The man suddenly frowned again, and reached out and scratched his back.

The boy panicked and looked around, lest he would disappear again. He scrambled open the door, and jumped over the threshold without waiting to cross the door.

I don't know if it's because the mountain gate is difficult to enter, or the ground is slippery after the autumn rain, the figure of the young man who just landed skewed down in a moment, only watching the loess approaching and the autumn wind getting farther away.

"Little brother, be careful. Intentionally or unintentionally, he stretched out a hand to the man who was approaching this side, and he could support the young man's emaciated figure before he hit the ground.

"Thank you!" the young man blushed and stood up holding the man's arm, lowering his face with a slight shyness.

"Oh, is this really Zhao Shuli's apprentice?" the man whispered. There was still a bit of disbelief on Junlang's face.

The boy bowed and thanked him, but he did not hear the man's whisper. Just thinking about Zhao Qingrou.

On the west side of the room, the girl, who was also wiping her sleepy eyes, opened the door at the moment when the boy fell, and was about to call the boy to be careful. Unexpectedly, the man in Tsing Yi in the distance turned like the wind, and grabbed the young man who was embarrassed at the moment when the boy fell. In such a thrilling moment, he was instantly turned invisible by a man who was first-class in body speed. This kind of cultivation asks the little girl in her heart, she can't do it!

"Hey, who the hell are you, what are your intentions?" the girl ran briskly, two steps and one step forward, as fast as lightning.

The man lifted his breath and didn't let go of the boy, but glanced at the straight figure like a black line, Rao is countless men who traveled south and north also felt that there was a faint fit between the swings, but the artistic conception was less than one of them.

He pursed his lips and smiled, looking at the girl and curling the corners of his mouth.

Men are first-class amorous faces, not to mention in what girls think is a thousand shots. In this way, the nervous shot was crooked and hit the immortal who was full of divine will, and when he met the man, he was not in a hurry, and he was indifferent, not to mention the high and low judgment, which is enough to show that the realm of the two of them is high and low, and their knowledge is vulgar.

"The so-called avenue opportunity is one in a hundred. Little girl, although you have a three-point stance, your moves still need to be sharpened!" the man raised one hand, just in time for the girl's foot kicked.

The man made a finger an understatement, and he never leaked his strength, nor did he say anything about the difference between heaven and earth. But at this time, the girl's eyes were completely different scenes.

Dangerous, dangerous. Dodge, dodge. The little girl kept reminding herself, but in the hands of a man who has been through a hundred battles, this is not easy to say.

The man quickly flirted back with one hand, and his five claws were spread, like an eagle falcon descending from the nine heavens, just about to choose something to analyze. At this time, the girl who has rushed to the man's side is undoubtedly the prey under the man's claws, and she cannot escape despite all the changes.

A man's move is as swift as the wind, like a flowing cloud that changes in an instant, and like an autumn wind that leaves fall and cannot be turned back. The final result of the girl's kick that has already gained three points of divine will is just a sheep into the mouth of the tiger, and there is still no escape!

"Sir!" the young man saw this situation, and he didn't care about lying on the ground. Seeing that the man's right hand was about to be stretched back, he beckoned to the girl. Although he had doubts, seeing that the girl was in danger, the weak young man couldn't help clenching his fists and feet, just thinking that his hand was seriously injured, and the direction chosen by the young man was just in front of his head, on the man's feet.

It is said that the miracle is great, and King Kong is not bad. What's more, Buddhism also has Vajra revealing the truth and protecting the Dharma, Gong Cao said, it can be seen that Vajra is not bad and is not a false rumor of the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, but a real thing. It's just that the skills of the young man realm have not yet arrived, so he has not been able to see the vast scene of the monks living in the ruined temple and destroying the stars with their hands.

The young man smashed down with a roar, but it was not as solid as iron and stone as he imagined, indestructible, and the place where he started was soft. He looked up at the smiling man, a little overwhelmed.

The boy immediately stepped back and quickly turned back with his hands on the ground. Unexpectedly, the awe-inspiring man just pouted and smiled, and gently put down the little girl who was still chattering.

"Why didn't you hit me with all your might?" the man chuckled softly, pointing to the boy's clenched fist.

The young man was stunned, and some couldn't read the man's mind.

"This is just a punch, don't you think it's a blow?" asked the young man.

The man was dumbfounded, embarrassed to look at the right foot that only gave a slight shock, and immediately wanted to jump up and scold his mother.

"Zhao Shuli, you bastard. Unlucky ghost who can't soar up?What the hell is this martial arts wizard you are talking about, it is clearly a burden that you threw to Lao Tzu!" The man smiled on his face, and he was already scolding his mother in his heart.

At this time, in the north, which was farther north than the northernmost part of the Chu State, the lonely man took an unprecedented sip of plum wine, which he was reluctant to drink half of the way through, and laughed to tears.

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In the east of Meiping County, a short man with a goatee led a half-lame donkey and walked leisurely on the rocks.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival weather, and you're in the middle of the dense forest, so it's a little chilly. But the man didn't feel cold, but walked leisurely with his chest and back and a green bamboo pole on his back.

The realm of mountains and forests, coupled with its location on the edge, almost connects with the Wu Yue Kingdom in the south. There are many exiles and bandits from the two countries, who occupy the mountains and fall into the grass. Purely by robbing the passing of the travels for a living. Because of the complex terrain and the way of handover between the two countries, the local government did not dare to arrest and punish too much according to the law. First, it requires a lot of manpower and material resources to suppress bandits, and second, it is in the mountains and wilderness, which is not suitable for large-scale personnel gathering, let alone sergeants with crossbows and arrows on their backs. I am even more afraid that if I am not careful, I will provoke a dispute between the two countries. In this way, under the temptation of the cottages, the place where the heavy troops were assembled became the shelter of the bandits and bandits, and the local people suffered a lot.

The short man led the donkey across the boundary, and came leisurely, like a fairy man.

At this time, in the grass only two feet away from the man, the man with a worn felt hat spit out the chewed grass in his mouth and gestured to an old tree in the distance.

Robbers act in a way that never communicates with words, but with gestures. Strange gestures, I'm afraid that the bandits who have been in the grass for ten years don't know everything. And at this time, the one-word gesture made by the man, whether it was a recent or a veteran bandit, knew that the word represented the arrival of the big fish.

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The man scolded the lonely man in his heart, but his raised arm clenched the young man's somewhat cold fingers without any ambiguity, and pulled him in front of him.

"You really have no cultivation?" the man still didn't believe it, and reached out and squeezed the young man's somewhat smooth wrist.

The boy blinked his eyes, looking at the man's appearance, as if he wanted to think of a little connection with the man. But he thought about it for a long time, but he still had no clue, and none of the people he had seen in his life seemed to look like men.

The boy shook his head indifferently.

"That's fucking high, high!" the man let out a long howl, and there was a faint anger rising in his eyes.

Zhao Qingrou fell to the side, and when she saw the man looking at the young man vigorously, she was not suspicious, but got up indifferently and patted the dust on her clothes.

"Every day, it's all bad. The little girl shook her head and suddenly said the mantra of Lu Shizhang, a swordsman in Tsing Yi.

Or thinking of the uncle Tsing Yi who has been close since childhood, the little girl's little face with frost finally has a faint smile.

The man turned a deaf ear and sighed. I just hope that this halfway apprentice can rise up the skin that he has been left behind for a long time.