Long Huitian carried his hands on his back, looking at the Shaolin Temple, the holy land of martial arts, and now the door is not half of the life of the past, sighing from life, thinking, the reason why the Shaolin Temple has become such a bleak situation today, although it is inseparable from the persecution of the imperial court, but with the Shaolin Temple in the face of cold eyes, everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and the attitude of caring about the frost on the tiles of others may not be separated!

Long Huitian thought right, since, when the emperor Zhu Houzhao ascended the throne, he thought that Shaolin Temple was the bane of turmoil, in order to protect the stability of the country, he tried every means to suppress and persecute Shaolin disciples and limit its development and growth, resulting in this hundred years of Shaolin, the talent withered, and the remnants of the river perished, but another reason is more terrible than this, the Shaolin abbot for the persecution of the imperial court, does not seek a solution, blindly restricts the disciples, prohibits going out, closes the door all day long, and cares about the affairs of the rivers and lakesand no longer have a sense of awe. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Long Huitian came before, because of the close view of the world, knowing that the martial arts will set off a bloody storm, no sect disciple can stay out of the matter, will be involved in this martial arts dispute, rather than sit back and wait, let the enemy break one by one, it is better to join hands and resist together, in order to protect the peace of the rivers and lakes, this is to persuade the Shaolin Temple, to take on the important task of maintaining the world's martial arts, but seeing that the Shaolin Temple is so bleak and desolate, I want to mention this matter to the Shaolin Temple?

Just when Long Huitian bowed his head and pondered whether to say or not, the door of the Vermilion Temple of Shaolin Temple opened, and he hurriedly walked out of an old monk with kind eyebrows, wearing a red robe, and a melancholy face, Long Huitian looked at this old monk and was very surprised, he could not have imagined that this little monk who was saved by himself in the past has aged to such a point in just less than ten years, his age is only forty-five years old, it seems that today's Shaolin Temple has been riddled with holes, so that the old monk to revive the prestige of Shaolin, hard work, will be an upright monk in the prime of life, melancholy。

The old monk saw from a distance that the standing Long Huitian was his former savior, excited, his melancholy face barely squeezed out a little smile, came to Long Huitian with his palms together, bowed deeply to Long Huitian, and said: The poor monk did not know that Engong was visiting, and the monk was not far away, and he asked Engong to see the cold.

Although Long Huitian saved the life of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, but now this former little monk is the master of a temple, knowing that he must not be rude, he clasped his fists with both hands and bowed slightly to the dust and said: Don't dare to have the abbot of Lao, and please don't always put the word Engong on his mouth, everything has passed for so long, can't the abbot still let go?

Having said that, there are some things that can be said to be forgotten and forgotten! The old man was ashamed, he had practiced for 40 years, and he had not yet reached the level that Lao Xianyue said, so he pointed to the temple with one palm and said, "Please, let's go into the temple and talk!"

The two came to the abbot's meditation room, and said to the disciples outside the door: You go and inform the monk of the guest, if someone visits, say that the old man is not there, and no one will be seen today, and then he said to another disciple who is guarding the door: You should go too! I will call you if there is something! Then close the door!

The two sat opposite each other on the Buddha mat of the dust meditation, Long Huitian wanted to explain today's intention, and saw the vicissitudes of the dust, but how could he not say this, and the dust saw that Long Huitian was silent, and he had a look of wanting to speak and stop, and said to Long Huitian: The old man suddenly came to visit today, I am afraid that I have something to say to the old monk, but it doesn't hurt to say! Don't have any worries!

Long Huitian listened to Chen's words, and thought to himself, this is a major matter related to the rivers and lakes, and everyone needs to work together to ensure the peace of the rivers and lakes and avoid the destruction of life, so he said: I think the abbot already knows that a mysterious force has appeared in the rivers and lakes recently, and he is looking for Jianghu people to start.

In fact, Abbot Lichen knew that Long Huitian was here for this matter, but he didn't say it in advance, and at this time, he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard Long Huitian say it himself!

Looking forward to Long Huitian's eyes, Lichen knew that my Shaolin could no longer ignore it as before, so he said to Long Huitian: Just now, before you came, there were a group of Jianghu people who came to ask Shaolin for help, a total of low foreign enemies, to be honest, Lao Qu learned that these scum in the rivers and lakes were so rampant, and he was already upset, how could the Shaolin Temple now no longer be as glorious as it used to be, go away, scatter, and wither, even if Lao Qu wants to send someone to help, except for a few old people in the temple, there is no one to send, Lao Qu is also difficult to sleep and eat, panic can not live all day, knowing that this continues, Shaolin Temple do not say that it will send people to help fight the enemy, but afraid that the demise is imminent, and he will bow his head lonely, his expression was extremely sad.

Although Long Huitian knew that the Shaolin Temple was no longer in the glory of the past, he didn't expect that it had fallen to such a point, and he had reached the point of being powerless, and the Shaolin Temple was already taking care of himself, so he could take care of other things, and sighed helplessly and said: The abbot can't be so angry, and he has to think of ways to revive the glory of the Shaolin Temple in the past!

The abbot heard Long Huitian's words, nodded gratefully to Long Huitian, and said: "The old monk can rest assured, the old monk will never let the Shaolin Temple go to ruin like this, I have decided that from today onwards, from the whole temple, select the qualified, the disciples with good foundations, and practice martial arts again, in order to strive to come in handy in the shortest possible time, in order to resist the enemy, in an instant Long Huitian saw the firm color of reviving the prestige of Shaolin from the face of this old monk, and thought that although it is a little late to start now, it is better than doing nothing, isn't it? With the prestige of Shaolin Temple in the past, there is no doubt about the determination to revive it, and he said to the dust with relief: Well, the abbot has this confidence, and the old man is also relieved, you don't have to worry, it has not yet reached the point of being out of control, and the old man will go to find a few old people, maybe he can eliminate the enemy.

After saying that, he got up and wanted to say goodbye and leave, but Lichen said: "Please slow down, although the old monk has no one to send for the time being, but if the matter is urgent, the old monk can send a letter to Shaolin Temple, I will take someone to go in person, and I will never allow them to be miserable!

Long Huitian nodded gratefully, said goodbye to Shaolin, and thought that Shaolin Wudang was the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and whether he was willing to help or not, but at least he had to be informed, so he galloped towards Wudang Mountain.

Meili Snow Mountain, Zhu Ziming stands straight on a cliff - Eyes staring into the distance, I feel that I have been restless recently, nightmares, worried that the master may be in any danger here, can no longer calm down to practice the sword, standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze, I don't know how long I have been standing, suddenly heard a slight footsteps behind me, the master said when leaving, someone can come to seek revenge recently, to be more careful, vigilantly turned around, and saw a chic and ungrouped, Lang Lang not far in front of him, a middle-aged man with his hands clenched into fists, wearing a purple robe, with a black thick belt around his waist, looking at himself with disdain, and behind him stood ten iron masks, dressed in big black robes, holding a green steel heavy sword, is looking at himself with a tiger's eye, indescribably weird!

When the middle-aged man saw Zhu Ziming turn around, he asked in a very disdainful tone: "Little ghost, who are you?"

Zhu Ziming saw that this arrogant middle-aged man actually beat him up, and asked himself first, and he was so rude, so he asked in an extremely cold tone: Who are you? What are you doing here?

Hmph! The little ghost just doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and dares to talk to me like this, or not, for the sake of your youth and ignorance, he will not care about it for the time being, and say, "Who are you a thief who is a dragon returning to heaven?" Why are you here? If you say another word, this gentleman will immediately call you to have no bones.

It turns out that this person is determined to find the dragon back to the sky to repay the revenge of the broken foot of Luo blood, since returning to the Central Plains, never forget the shame of breaking the foot, while sending his killers to clean up the people around the base camp, he is looking for the whereabouts of the big enemy Long Huitian, after several twists and turns, finally learned from others that Long Huitian is hiding here, Meili Snow Mountain, arrogantly thinks that with his existing skills, killing a dragon back to the sky is a matter of hand to capture, one by one with ten people to Meili Snow Mountain to find Long Huitian to seek revenge, up the mountain to the enemy Long Huitian did not see, but saw a handsome young man with a weak crown standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze, so he wanted to find this young man to find out the whereabouts of Long Huitian, but thinking that since this person was here, maybe it had something to do with Long Huitian, he opened his mouth to ask.

Zhu Ziming saw that the other party was so arrogant and rude, and so unashamedly insulted his teacher, and scolded back angrily: Where did the dog thief come from, so ashamed, he dared to insult my master, how can it really be so reasonable!

When Luo Xue heard that this young man thought that he was a disciple of Long Huitian, he laughed happily and said: Haha, I still want to kill Long Huitian here, it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart, I can't imagine that this old thief actually has an apprentice, it is really good, I want him to know what despair is! Kill you first, and then kill him.

Then he said: "The little ghost only blames you for worshipping the wrong master, today you have to die, and you are not afraid to let you know before you die, lest you die and don't know what is going on! Listen, after thinking about it, your master once told you that in the past, he cut off his feet and knocked down the bottom of the Huashan Valley, and I am the one who was beaten to the bottom of the Huashan Valley by him, and I was lucky enough not to die.

Zhu Ziming heard that this person was the former big devil ghost hand demon lord Luo Xue, his heart was shocked, and he thought, it seems that today's things must not be good, the master is far away, I don't know where I went, today I must not lose the face of the master, even if it is death, take a closer look at Luo Xue, and secretly think, didn't the master say that this person's feet were cut off? Why does it look like there is no damage at this moment? Strange is strange, retracting the flying thoughts, the heart and eyes are one, drawing the sword in hand, and waiting for the battle.

Luo Xue saw that this little ghost stared at his feet for a long time, and he was afraid that he didn't understand how he was so good, so he said proudly: "Little ghost, don't you understand, how can a person who has had his feet cut off stand up again, right?

Zhu Ziming was guessed by Luo Xue, his face turned red and he didn't defend himself, and said to Luo Xue: Hmph! What can you do if you stand up? Am I afraid that you won't succeed?

Luo Xue said: Don't be afraid of the best, even if you kneel in front of me and kowtow now, it will be useless, I will kill you without a doubt!

All the subordinates came from under the iron cover, and with a snort, they raised their swords and killed Zhu Ziming, Zhu Ziming saw that these people didn't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes at all, so they tried their best to kill Zhu Ziming together, and secretly paid, which was really not a good thing.

In the face of these people, Zhu Ziming at this time was a little excited, and a little excited, thinking that he had never fought with outsiders since he became an artist, and he just used them to try his hand today.