In the thatched hut on the outskirts of Yingtianfu, a woman waited for her to win someone, but now he was holding another woman, a woman who was a hundred times more beautiful than her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Duan Ziyan can already open her eyes and speak, the Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill is indeed the best in medicine, but her injuries are too serious, and if she doesn't go to Shaolin, I'm afraid she won't last a few days.

Leng Xiaoyun was diagnosing the woman's pulse, but the most strange thing for him was that her pulse was still no different from ordinary people, and at this moment he had time to really look at this woman, she was also twenty years old, although the linen clothes could not cover her beauty, a pair of big eyes were as clear as a bay of water, and he couldn't bear to let a girl who had never been in the world die for him.

"I know a little bit about medicine, so I don't know if I can give it a try. Duan Ziyan struggled to get up, but as soon as she got up, she vomited out a mouthful of blood, Leng Xiaoyun hurriedly supported her, and unconsciously looked at each other, Leng Xiaoyun's heart moved, and he didn't dare to look at Duan Ziyan again.

"Thank you for the rescue. Duan Ziyan thanked softly.

"You saved me, not me. Leng Xiaoyun tried his best to make his voice cold.

"No, you saved me, and I got rid of Prince Gong. Duan Ziyan's voice was weak but full of joy.

Leng Xiaoyun didn't say anything anymore, and he didn't know what to say, Duan Ziyan struggled to grab the woman's hand while talking, and checked the pulse, Leng Xiaoyun knew that the woman's name was Qin Qing'er, and Duan Ziyan also knew that the Soul Drinking Sword.

"She was poisoned by the gentleman's incense, this poison is colorless and tasteless, the poisoned person is not easy to detect, take the gentleman's friendship is as light as water, this poison, the person who practices medicine is extremely difficult to find, if 7749 days do not rescue, Daluo Immortal has no choice. Duan Ziyan said a little too much, and before she realized that her face turned pale, Leng Xiaoyun hurriedly took out a Nine-Turn Soul Restoration Pill and gave it to her.

When her face was a little better, Duan Ziyan took out a jade toad from her sleeve and said, "This jade toad is a kind of divine object paid tribute by the Western Regions, which can cure any poison in the world! After that, he put the jade toad on Qin Qing'er's wrist, but seeing that the jade toad slowly turned black until it was completely black, Duan Ziyan took the jade toad away and said, "The poison has been absorbed, but the jade toad needs a nail to use it again." With that, he fainted.

A few days later, at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, a young man brought a sick woman, both of whom were in tattered clothes and looked like begging for food.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the road is tortuous, the path paved with bluestone winds forward, the good trees on both sides are prosperous, the mountain is steep, and an ancient temple on the top of the mountain is very magnificent.

When the two of them walked to the ancient temple, there were already many monks waiting for a long time, one of the old monks wore a yellow shirt and a red robe, a string of rosewood Buddha beads around his neck, his beard was white, his temples were high and his eyes were full of light, although he was over the age of the sixtieth year, he was not angry and self-imposing, and he seemed to be surrounded by the monks and the stars holding the moon. There were two yellow-shirted monks standing on the left and right around him, and the other monks were all wearing soap shirts, and there were hundreds of them, which was really imposing and majestic.

The young man hurriedly rushed over, bowed to the end and said: "Shaolin monk, grace the world, this lady was killed by someone, and her serious injuries do not heal, I would like to ask the monk to help!"

The old monk in the red robe hurriedly helped the young man and said: "Pudu sentient beings, apply medicine to save people, when Shaolin is in charge, I wish to invite the injured, and the poor monk is good at diagnosing the pulse." ”

The young man hurriedly hugged the woman to the old monk's side, and the old monk frowned with just one glance: "She was stabbed by Wudang Taiyi's swordsmanship, and her body was critical, Shaolin has no martial arts, and it may be difficult to rescue." ”

"I heard that the Shaolin Yijin Sutra can pass through the eight veins of the human body and stimulate people's potential, can you give it a try?" the young man pleaded.

"Although the Yijin Sutra can open up the meridians, the girl is the martial arts method, if you rashly use the Yijin Sutra to rescue, I am afraid that it will backfire. The old monk was also helpless.

The young man just pleaded repeatedly, but the old monk just refused.

A yellow-clothed monk, forty years old, with a face like black charcoal, suddenly walked over and said: "This benefactor is Leng Xiaoyun, the soul envoy? That girl should be Duan Ziyan, the owner of Feifeng Mountain Villa, and Uncle Huikong has already seen through the identities of the two, but he has not revealed it. What is the reason why you two want to be with others, but you are secretive and have no sincerity?"

Leng Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, hurriedly tore off his mask, tore off Duan Ziyan's mask again, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Leng has a lot of enemies, and he came here with Miss Duan, I am afraid that I will be involved with Miss Duan all the way, and there will be no deception, I hope Zen Master Huikong will understand!"

Zen Master Huikong hurriedly helped him up. Another yellow-shirted monk said: "I heard that Leng Daxia punishes evil and promotes good, hoes the strong and helps the weak, but kills Wudang Han Feixue in vain, angrily beheads the court officials, and covets the beauty of the owner of Feifeng Mountain Villa to rob him, this kind of behavior is contrary to the purpose of the hero, if my temple really saved Miss Duan, you are afraid that you will do something to her again, I must not help the abuse!"

Leng Xiaoyun held the Soul Drinking Sword in his hand, and he already understood in his heart that although they had not yet drawn their swords, the battle had already begun. He then sneered: "Do you have a certificate to say that I killed Han Feixue? Only by virtue of that soul-seeking order? My soul-seeking order is never killed and eliminated, leaving no traces, only for the dying to see, never for a group of clumsy-eyed people to see; this forgery of my soul-seeking order, assassinating me, will want to make some attempts, Shaolin is the master of martial arts, has always upheld justice, how can you do the relatives and enemies happy, so that the traitor succeeds?" Leng Xiaoyun immediately put it in his palm, took a dead object and placed it aside, and in less than a moment, the Soul Seeking Order turned into a puff of black smoke and dispersed.

"If you have really wronged you, Shaolin will definitely uphold justice and return your innocence, but the murder was seen by the Venerable Master Xuanzhen of Wudang, how can it be fake?" a yellow-shirted monk angrily reprimanded.

Before Leng Xiaoyun could argue, he suddenly pointed his jade hand at the yellow-shirted monk and angrily reprimanded: "It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him!" But seeing that Duan Ziyan had woken up, her beautiful eyes widened, and she was furious, as if she had heard everything just now.

The yellow-shirted monk was shocked, lost his command just now, and turned sharply to Zen Master Huikong and said, "Uncle Mingjian, I haven't left Shaolin Temple for several years, let alone killed anyone!"

"I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be fake?" Duan Ziyan said coldly again.

The yellow-shirted monk was in a hurry, but he couldn't help it.

"I can testify that he was indeed in the Shaolin Temple and never left the temple. Zen Master Huikong said.

"Who believes this? You are all a raccoon dog, when one person has an accident, they will confirm each other, and they have never avoided suspicion; it seems that bullying me like this, the original Shaolin Temple is also a place where black and white are reversed!"

"My Zen Master Huikong is a high-ranking monk, and he never speaks, he says yes. Another yellow-shirted monk replied.

"It seems like this, anyone can do it, can anyone but the people of this temple prove it for him?" Duan Ziyan cried.

"No, because he is only in the monastery, outsiders cannot prove it, but even though we are the same family and have nothing to do with each other, how can we be regarded as the same dog? The yellow-shirted monk replied.

That is to say, as long as they have nothing to do with each other, they can not avoid suspicion and can confirm their whereabouts. Duan Ziyan stopped crying and asked.

"Not bad. The yellow-shirted monk replied.

"Then I've seen it with my own eyes!" Duan Ziyan said again.

"What you see with your own eyes is fake! or you are pretended to be by others, or you are blinded, girl!" said the yellow-shirted monk.

"Then I can confirm that Leng Daxia has not killed these people, the two of us have nothing to do with each other, and we are not brother and sister; what I saw with my own eyes is also false, maybe the Venerable Master Wudang Xuanzhen saw Leng Daxia kill with his own eyes and others pretending to be others, or he looked away! Duan Ziyan said charmingly, her beautiful eyes swept over all the monks, and all the monks nodded.

Duan Ziyan said again: "Then the heinous person wants to go on the road, and the government will take care of his food; although Hua Tuo knows how evil Cao Cao is, he also treats him." When the Buddha saw the ants and walked around, cut the meat and feed the hungry eagles, the Buddha did not discriminate against the weak, but also saved the evil, this is the purpose of Shaolin should be pursued. ”

The yellow-shirted monk was speechless for a moment, and then looked at Zen Master Huikong's face was extremely ugly.

"Three days ago, the Venerable Master Xuan Zhen repaired a book with me, saying that there was an evil thief who wanted to go to the Shaolin Temple for treatment, and begged me to stop it; "Zen Master Huikong was busy playing round.