Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing were still a little tired, but they were really startled by this voice at this time, and they suddenly woke up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ding Chiyunle stopped the horse, fixed his mind and looked ahead, and saw a kind old monk standing in front of the horse, he didn't know what the origin of this old monk was, and he could appear in front of him unconsciously, his voice was gentle and low, but with such a deep internal force, I don't know if it was friend or foe. He was very frightened in his heart, and gathered twelve points of mental vigilance. Luo Wenqing saw that Ding Chiyun's face was uneasy, and his brain was blank, but he didn't know what was going on.

The old monk was wearing a cyan monk's robe, with a kind smile on his face, seeing that the two of them did not reply, and saw Ding Chiyun holding a young man in his hand, he was puzzled, so he pointed to Hao Hanxin and asked: "Amitabha, what's wrong with this young man, why is the donor holding him up so much?"

Ding Chiyun listened to the old monk's peaceful tone, and the fear in his heart went to most of it, he didn't know how to quibble, hesitated for a while, and replied: "We are going back and forth to do business, this is the younger brother, he fell off the horse and injured his muscles and bones, I support him like this to prevent him from jolting, now go back to the town to recuperate." ”

The old monk saw that Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing were not dressed like ordinary businessmen, and saw that Hao Hanxin seemed to be injured a lot, so he didn't believe it in his heart, so he said: "The poor monk knows a little medical skills, can you let me take a look at Brother Ling's injury." ”

Ding Chiyun felt inappropriate, but the old monk's kind appearance and voice made him feel that there was no danger. Seeing that he was hesitant, the old monk walked to Ding Chiyun's side by himself, bowed down and said, "The poor monk is the monk of Duobao Temple, and he will not hurt a few donors. ”

Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing were shocked when they heard the old monk call himself the Zhihe of Duobao Temple. That Duobao Temple is one of the four major factions in the world, and the "to" character of Duobao Temple is famous in the rivers and lakes, and its power is far above Yan Huanluo. But Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing hadn't heard of Zhihe, let alone seen him, and they didn't know if he was true or not, so they stuck there.

Seeing their suspicious expressions, Zhihe knew that they didn't believe in themselves very much, so he said: "The poor monks have lived in the north for a long time, preaching Buddhism, and rarely set foot in the rivers and lakes, so several donors may not have heard of me. He said as he walked closer to Ding Chiyun.

Ding Chiyun saw Zhihe coming, but there was still no way in his heart, so he thought about simply riding his horse and running away, he looked at Luo Wenqing and hinted that she would flee together. Luo Wenqing saw Ding Chiyun winking at him, and he understood what Ding Chiyun meant.

Just as Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing were about to run away, Hao Hanxin suddenly screamed. It turned out that his strength was exhausted at this time, and he couldn't continue to exercise, and his emotions began to get out of control. Hao Hanxin felt pain all over his body, and recalled his tragic experience, struggling desperately as if he had lost his soul, Ding Chiyun couldn't hold him steady, and he actually fell off the horse.

Zhihe saw Hao Hanxin fall off the horse, and quickly caught Hao Hanxin and hugged him steadily. Hao Hanxin was still trembling in Zhihe's arms, Zhihe probed Hao Hanxin's meridians with his fingers, and then pressed his hand against Hao Hanxin's chest, slowly transmitting his true qi to the past. He said softly: "Slow luck, luck goes all over your limbs, slowly luck goes to your brain, calm your mind." ”

Hao Hanxin gradually calmed down. Ding Chiyun saw that Zhihe was fast, and his skills were sophisticated and calm, and he knew that the other party was not trivial, and he was willing to believe his identity, so he quickly turned over and dismounted, and said to Zhihe: "Thank you for your help." ”

Zhihe smiled lightly and said, "Amitabha, I can't imagine that Yan Daxia's internal strength is already so profound, and it won't be long before he will be able to revive the sect." ”

Ding Chiyun was shocked when he heard and mentioned his master. Zhihe looked at him for a while, but still smiled and said, "Dare to ask who the donor is from the Yongxing Sect Yan Daxia, how can he take the children of Shenyuanmen?"

Ding Chiyun didn't dare to hide it, and bowed down and said, "The junior is the eldest disciple of the Yan master, Ding Chiyun." Luo Wenqing also dismounted at this time, and said to Zhihe: "The junior is Luo Wenqing, the junior disciple of the Yan Sect. ”

Zhihe smiled slightly, returned the salute, and said, "It turned out to be a master disciple of Yan Daxia, and I am fortunate to meet it." Then who is this Shenyuanmen boy?" he still wondered about Hao Hanxin.

Ding Chiyun said: "We found him in Moyou Canyon, he seems to have fallen from a cliff, fortunately he was able to save his life, but he is still not out of danger." ”

Zhihe said: "The poor monk heard that something big had happened in Shenyuanmen, so he came overnight. This kid may be an important person, and he must be taken care of. I wonder what the two donors are going to do?"

Ding Chiyun's face was embarrassed, and he said: "The younger generation is dull, and he hasn't figured out how to keep this child." After saying that, his face turned red, obviously feeling very embarrassed.

Zhihe said: "If you walk on the road again, it will be extremely unfavorable for him, if the two of you can trust the poor monk, the poor monk can have a good place to go." ”

Although Ding Chiyun still didn't know whether Zhihe was true or not, seeing that he had profound skills, he would definitely not be able to defeat him, and he could only believe him as true, so he thanked: "Please ask the master for advice." ”

Zhihe smiled, held Hao Hanxin and turned to leave, he said in front: "Please let the female benefactor extinguish the torch." ”

When Luo Wenqing heard this, he saw that the sky was already a little bright, so he extinguished the torch and threw it on the ground. Ding Chiyun saw Zhihe and left directly, thinking that he didn't want to ride a horse, so he and Luo Wenqing led the horse and followed, walking beside Zhihe.

Seeing them coming, Zhihe said lightly: "Yan Daxia's internal skills are superb, but he doesn't know much about Yuan Shengong, and he almost did something bad with good intentions and hurt this child's head." ”

Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing didn't dare to answer, so they listened to Zhihe and continued: "Your master wants this child to use Yuan Shen Gong to calm his mind, he knows that this child's skills are not enough, and the foundation of internal force is still shallow, and it takes a lot of internal power to pass on to his body in order for him to last long enough." But he didn't know that Yuan Shen Gong was a collection of the qi of the whole body in one place, with such a great skill to clear his mind, if there was no correct method of luck, only knowing strong luck, it would inevitably hurt himself. ”

Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing were shocked in their hearts, looked at Hao Hanxin, and saw that his face was as usual. Luo Wenqing asked, "Master, is he injured then?"

Zhihe said: "Amitabha, I don't know yet, he was too lucky before, and he will only know when he really comes to his senses." You sent him all the way over, was he very calm when he was doing the exercises? ”

Luo Wenqing said: "Yes, he is indeed very calm and rarely speaks, just a few words of thanks. ”

Zhihe said: "Well, when the Yuan Shen Gong gathers the true qi in the brain, it can make people feel calm, but if the force is too strong, it will cause emotional loss. Maybe he is too young to use the Yuan Shen Gong properly, and sometimes he can have some emotional reactions. He looked at the sky and whispered to himself: "If a monk knows this kung fu and suppresses his emotions with his true qi, he may be able to transcend the red dust and participate in the Great Dao of Enlightenment." ”

Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing didn't hear the latter sentence, they recalled that Hao Hanxin seemed to have no joy and anger after the exercise, so they believed in Zhihe's words.

Zhihe said: "I have lived in the north for a long time, and I have been in contact with Shenyuanmen many times, and I have helped Fang Sanxia heal internal injuries, and I have heard him talk a lot, so I know some." ”

Although Ding Chiyun and Luo Wenqing had never been to Shenyuanmen, they often heard Yan Huanluo talk about it, and they knew that Fang Sanxia was Fang Hong of Shenyuanmen and Hao Hanxin's uncle.

After a short time, they walked into Huanbei Town, and it was still early in the morning, and few people were walking outside. The houses here are small and covered with snow, and only a few wine shops and inns have flags standing tall and are whistling in the wind. Zhihe led them through a few alleys and walked to a secluded joint. Luo Wenqing looked around, paused for a moment, pointed to the distance, and said to Ding Chiyun: "Senior brother, is that where we lived before?" ”