Duan Xiliu and Zhao Chengzong stood side by side with him, and they were also careless for a while, thinking that no one dared to be presumptuous in Shaolin Temple, so they were defenseless against someone's sneak attack. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The jade hand successfully grabbed Xiao Han's scalp, his five fingers were stretched, and he immediately tightened it, followed by a scream, and immediately let go of his hand, looking at his fingers blankly. His mouth crooked, his eyes full of despair, and he muttered, "How can this be?"

The person who came was naturally Meng Wanxi again, and the four monsters were still followed behind him. I thought that under the sneak attack, Xiao Han didn't have time to work hard, and he could catch five holes with one move, and he was on guard last two times, but this time he succeeded, and he was proud, but before she was happy for a second, she felt that her nails were about to be broken again, so she immediately let go. Only then did I know that Xiao Han's iron-headed skills were really invincible in the world, and he couldn't hurt him in the slightest with the "Flying Flower Ghost Claw" that he had practiced hard for many years.

The yellow-shirted monks guarding the abbot's courtyard had already seen Meng Wanxi coming, but they had already known her, so they didn't think of why she came, let alone that she would sneak attack Xiao Han. The yellow-shirted monks led by him changed their faces, if someone had an accident in Shaolin Temple, it would damage the reputation of Shaolin, they would naturally not agree. It's just that Meng Wanxi shot too fast, and before they could react, they had already made a move, and then looked at Xiao Han as if nothing had happened, and the yellow-shirted monks couldn't help but look at each other, and the surprise in their eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

The yellow-shirted monk led by Xiao Han glanced at Xiao Han and said, "Dare to ask the young man's surname?" Xiao Han took out the invitation card, handed it over and said, "Xiao Han, the new head of the Wudang faction, came to meet Master Xingkong. The yellow-shirted monk's face changed slightly, and he took the invitation and said, "It turned out to be the head of the Wudang faction, and it was rude." As he spoke, he said to another yellow-shirted monk behind him: "Please go to the meditation hall to rest." Then he said to Duan Xiliu: "The heroes of the Tianshan Mountains have not yet come, please also invite Duan Wuxia to the meditation hall to rest." ”

The monk didn't know Zhao Chengzong, seeing that he was personable and dressed as a Confucian scholar, he smiled and said: "If this benefactor wants to spend the night in this temple, please go to the guest room in the back mountain to rest." "There are hundreds of stone houses built in the back mountain, which are used to entertain good men and women who are not as good as those who can not go down the mountain, and the conditions there are naturally not as good as the meditation halls used to entertain guests.

Zhao Chengzong didn't care when he saw that he was favoritism, and smiled and thanked him in return. The yellow-shirted monk said to Xiao Han again: "The poor monk doesn't know anything about what Master Xiao asked just now, and he hasn't seen Brother Dao come to this temple. When he said this, he meant that he had never seen Li Yueying. Xiao Han and Duan Xiliu's faces changed suddenly.

The reason why the two of them came to Shaolin Temple unhurriedly was because they heard that she had two Taoist priests to protect her. Now the two of them arrived at the Shaolin Temple, but they didn't see her, so there was an accident in the middle. Zhao Xiang was more and more frightening, Xiao Han only felt that his brain was blank, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Duan Xiliu also had no idea and looked at him blankly.

The yellow-shirted monk saw that the two of them were out of shape, and hesitated and said, "The girl didn't see it, but she saw Luo Sanxia." Duan Xiliu immediately asked, "Where is my senior brother?" The yellow-shirted monk proclaimed the Buddha's mouth: "Luo Sanxia is in the Discipline Academy to learn martial arts with Senior Brother Xingzheng. ”

Xiao Han was overjoyed and said, "Is Senior Brother Luo here early?" The monk looked strange and shook his head, "I don't know when Luo Sanxia will arrive." Duan Xiliu looked uneasy, looking at the monk and said, "My senior brother is okay, right?" The monk smiled and said: "The three sects are in the same breath, so naturally there is nothing to do, but there is a slight misunderstanding, and when the head of Diao comes and says that it will be fine." ”

Xiao Han and Duan Xiliu glanced at each other, their eyes intersected, and the two of them saw three big words from each other's eyes at the same time, that is: It's over. In fact, on the way, Xiao Han communicated with Duan Xiliu about Luo Beihong going to Shaolin to intercede privately, he meant that Luo Beihong was too Meng Lang, and this matter can be big or small. Since Xingzheng has caught the four little devils, he naturally has the meaning of Master Shaolin Xingkong. Imagine that the four little devils made Jiuhua Mountain unrestful, and also injured Fa Ling and others, Shaolin, as the sect master of martial arts, naturally will not sit idly by.

Shaolin dares to be heavy-handed, and has no scruples about the four old demons behind the four little demons, so he is naturally fearless. With the prestige accumulated in Shaolin for hundreds of years, naturally no one dares to provoke, not to mention that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Master Xingzheng is upright, in order to protect the peace of the rivers and lakes, he took action to capture the demons, and imprisoned the four of them in the valley of the demons in the back mountain of Shaolin.

Luo Beihong came to Shaolin Temple to intercede for Tu Yuxuan, and he could figure out the result with his toes. The dignified Shaolin Temple, how can you easily release people because you are a disciple of the Tianshan Sect. Besides, the monks of the Xingzi generation are all from Diao Beidou's generation, and Luo Beihong's weight is too light, and people don't look down on it at all. Listening to this monk say that Master Xingzheng is studying with Luo Beihong, this is a nice statement, to put it bluntly, people put him under house arrest. Not only that, but because Luo Beihong, as a decent disciple, actually interceded for the evil figures, Shaolin Temple naturally wanted to tell Diao Beidou.

The two of them had their own concerns, but Meng Wanxi was impatient, and rushed to Xiao Han with an arrow step, and said angrily: "Are you very proud?" Xiao Han saw her coming, took a step back, pulled Duan Xiliu and said, "Let's go." Zhao Chengzong's eyes were straight, and he looked at Meng Wanxi, and his face turned red unconsciously.

Meng Wanxi saw Xiao Han ignoring her, her face turned red with anger, her hands straightened, her lotus feet moved slightly, and she stood in front of Xiao Han and said, "Don't go." The four yellow-clothed monks looked at her with a smile on their faces, but her four subordinates slowly retreated, wrapping Xiao Duan and the others in a fan shape. On the contrary, Zhao Chengzong stood firmly in place like a dumb goose, staring at Meng Wanxi with two eyes, and he almost burst into flames.

Xiao Han was so worried that he didn't bother to pay attention to this little girl, seeing that she was not reluctant, he was quite impatient, and snorted lightly: "Miss Meng, your flying flower ghost claws can't hurt Xiao, don't come back to entangle, okay?" There are still important things to do, I can't care about accompanying the girl to practice, please get out of the way." ”

Meng Wanxi was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped violently, pointed at Xiao Han and said, "You dare to talk to me like this?" ...... you" She was so angry that she couldn't continue, but her face was as red as dansha, and her right hand was tightly holding the hilt of the sword. Xiao Han was relieved, but he was afraid that she would kill people in a hurry, so he quietly retracted behind Duan Xiliu and said softly, "Why don't we go quickly?" Duan Xiliu nodded and waved his hand at Zhao Chengzong. The three of them nodded to the yellow-shirted monk and turned to leave.

Zhao Chengzong was quite unhappy and looked back from time to time. Unexpectedly, Meng Wanxi ignored him, just stared at Xiao Han with fire in his eyes. The faces of the four people behind her were calm, as if they hadn't seen it, and no one had been ordered by Meng Wanxi, no one had moved without permission, they just looked at each other and didn't say a word.

Meng Wanxi naturally didn't dare to be presumptuous in the Shaolin Temple, although she was full of anger, but she was helpless, seeing Xiao Han and the three of them leaving, she stomped her feet hatefully, turned her head and said: "The four of you are waste, why don't you leave them?" The four yellow-shirted monks looked at her with a smile. The camel's name was Lang Sibei, and when he heard this, he smiled and said: "Miss, this is Shaolin Temple, you have to give Master Xingkong a face, don't you?" The lame man Wu Lun followed: "If you want to clean up that kid, let's talk about it when you get out of Shaolin Temple." Zheng Qixing and Zhu Bafang nodded in agreement.

Meng Wanxi saw that the four of them had the same opinion, and he lost his temper, and said hatefully: "What are you still standing here?" After speaking, he turned his head and left. The yellow-shirted monk smiled and bowed down and said, "Send Miss Meng." Meng Wanxi didn't look back, and walked away. The four of them followed behind him, looking at each other and smiling.

When Xiao Han and the three of them came to the meditation hall, they had their own acquaintance monks come to receive them, and after receiving Xiao Han's invitation, they arranged for him to live in a slightly smaller meditation hall on the east side, but Duan Xiliu was arranged to live in a larger meditation room on the west side. Zhao Chengzong saw that the two had made proper arrangements, so he wanted to leave, but the two insisted on refusing, and left him to chat together for a long time. Seeing that the sky was about to get dark, Zhao Chengzong went to the back mountain guest room alone to rest.

For dinner, I had a little novice who brought it, and it was nothing more than porridge and steamed buns. Xiao Han was not a picky eater, he finished eating casually, Xiao Shami took away the plate, Xiao Han closed the door, turned on the lamp, took out the "Taixu Blue Bird Scroll" and "Eclipse Sun But Evil Scroll" from his body and began to read and recite silently.

This meditation room is small, but it is very exquisite. In the middle of the room, there are two wooden plank beds about one meter wide, with a new snow-like futon on the bed, a table next to the bed, a lamp on the table, and two stools on the table. Although it is simple, it is full of ancient meaning, which is very in line with the quiet meaning of Buddhism. Xiao Han liked this atmosphere very much, and he studied under the lamp for an hour.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, Xiao Han put away the cheats and prepared to rest. Suddenly, a small novice outside the house knocked on the door and said, "Has the donor slept?" Xiao Han opened the door and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old novice standing outside with his hands folded. Seeing Xiao Han come out, Xiao Shami smiled and said, "Donor, there are too many people in the past two days, and the guest room is not enough, so this donor can only squeeze in with you." Before he could finish speaking, he saw a man turn out of his mind.

This person was born in the wind of Yushu, with a graceful demeanor, wearing a royal blue Shu brocade robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking only about twenty years old, smiling at Xiao Han.

After just one glance, Xiao Han's heart moved, and he immediately arched his hand and said: "It's an honor to have this brother to stay with Taiwan, please come in." Seeing that the task was completed, the little novice naturally retreated. The young man followed Xiao Han into the meditation room.