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This horse is extremely powerful, black from top to bottom, without a trace of variegation, as if draped in a black satin, shining in the sun.

The four hooves are snow-white, obviously, this horse is the world's famous horse dark clouds covered with snow, the Central Plains is rare to see, and there is no market.

She jumped lightly off her horse, let go of the reins, and the steed trotted over its hooves and galloped into the distance, finding its own rest.

Standing in front of the Shaolin Temple, she looked at the ancient acacia, stone tablets, and statues one by one, feeling this rich and vast atmosphere.

In front of the temple gate, there were two young monks, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a childish face, a bare head, and a hairy beard on his lips.

When the two little monks saw Jiang Nanyun, they were intimidated by his appearance for a while, stood for a moment, pushed each other twice, and a little monk came over shyly, and put his hands together to tithe: "This female benefactor, our temple does not accept female guests, it is rude." ”

His voice was hoarse, he had just changed his voice, his expression was shy, his eyes did not dare to touch the eye waves of Jiang Nanyun's water, and he lowered his head to speak.

Ming's eyes rolled around him, Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled: "Little master, you go and tell Master Fang Zheng that the little woman Jiang Nanyun is coming to visit, and there is a letter written by the family teacher, and she needs to be presented to the abbot master!"

"Wait a minute, the benefactor. The little monk nodded hurriedly, turned around and left, not daring to look at it again, his mouth kept chanting the mantra, subduing the demons, trotting, and entering the temple.

Another little monk outside the temple gate looked at it from a distance, clasped his hands together, glanced at Jiang Nanyun from time to time, and said something in his mouth, he didn't dare to approach, and he was reluctant to leave, and his heart was full of contradictions.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, and Nana walked up to him and said with a smile: "Little master, did you catch a woman a while ago?"

"The little monk doesn't know. The little monk hurriedly replied.

"Monks don't speak," Jiang Nanyun said with a smile: "Little master, is there any, or do you not know?"

The little monk looked up and touched Jiang Nanyun's gaze, only to feel that her eyes were clear and secluded, as if she could suck people's souls into them, and she didn't dare to look at it anymore, so she hurriedly lowered her head and shook her head.

"Oh, I don't know. Jiang Nanyun's voice was as soft as honey, with an indescribable alluring style.

"Hmm. The little monk nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, thinking that it was very interesting to tease this little monk to play, and at this time, an old monk took a broom, slowly walked out of the temple gate, and swept the floor in front of the temple.

Jiang Nanyun's eyes condensed, and he looked at this monk carefully.

This old monk is about 50 years old, his body is thin, his movements are slow, but he does not feel sluggish when he sees it, but he is smooth and free, and there is no subtlety.

Jiang Nanyun nodded secretly, it seems that the master is not completely false, and the sweeping monk in front of him is also a master.

In her spare time, Xiao Yuesheng once told her some martial arts allusions, and Tianlong Babu also used them as stories.

Therefore, when she saw the old monk sweeping the floor, she was wary, watched intently, and did not dare to despise it, but she didn't expect that she was really a master.

The jade void trick turned quickly, and the facial features were raised to the peak state, perceiving the depth of this sweeping monk, and after a while, he knew it in his heart.

Although his martial arts are still inferior to his own, if he is placed in the martial arts, he is enough to be among the first-class masters.

She clasped her hands together, bowed from a distance, and did not speak.

The old monk who swept the floor was kind and kind, and he also put his hands together, saluted back, and then waved his broom to sweep the dead branches and leaves on the ground in front of the temple.

The bell rang suddenly, the temple door was opened, and a group of yellow-clothed monks poured out, all holding copper sticks, and their spirits were sharp and compelling.

They are all sturdy middle-aged men, at the peak of their lives, with full physical strength and energy, and they look like bronze people.

The monks poured out, quickly divided, each standing in a row, and in the middle made way for two people to walk side by side.

Master Fang Zheng was dressed in a robe and held a Buddhist bead in his hand, and walked slowly, with a kind smile on his face, cordial and easy-going.

Behind him, Master Fang Sheng followed, also holding the Buddha beads in his hand, slowly moving, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had not woken up.

There are several monks behind the two, all of whom are old, with solemn appearances and extraordinary bearing, and they are even better than Master Fang Zheng.

"Master Jiang Shi is coming, and our temple is shining!" Master Fang Zheng stepped down the steps, his eyes were soft, and he said with a smile.

Jiang Nanyun took a step forward, put his jade hands together, and bowed: "The little girl has seen the master!"

She saluted the monks behind Master Fang, stood up, pursed her lips and smiled: "Master, it's rude to take the liberty of coming." ”

"Master Jiang Shi is polite. Master Fang Zheng smiled slightly, turned around and raised his hand: "Please go to the temple to talk!"

Jiang Nanyun nodded, pursed his lips and smiled, shining brightly, as if a person was like a jade carving, illuminated by the light, exuding a misty and clear glow, which was dazzling.

Master Fang Zheng's Zen heart is firm, not concerned with appearance, beauty or ugliness, just a piece of skin, no need to care, so his expression is as usual.

The monks behind him, the cultivation of Buddhism is not bad, looked at her, closed his eyes slightly, and recited the mantra of King Ming in his heart.

They deeply sighed, the heavenly demons are wonderful, it is really not ordinary people can resist, Shakyamuni Buddha was able to resist at the beginning, and he really has great wisdom and great concentration.

"Master Jiang, it's rude, our sect has temple rules, and women are not allowed to enter the temple, so I can only bother Master Jiang Shizhu to be wronged here. Master Fang Zheng's face was apologetic.

The place where they are located is not the Shaolin Temple, but a small courtyard next to it, which is used to entertain guests.

"You're welcome, Master. Jiangnan Yunzhen shook slightly.

In the Zen room, only Master Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng, the three of them sat at a round table, sipping tea.

Jiang Nan Yunyu reached into his arms, took out a letterhead, and handed it to Master Fang Zheng with both hands: "This is a handwritten letter from the family master to Master Fang Zheng." ”

Master Fang Zheng took it, spread the envelope in front of him, and watched.

When he saw the letterhead, he was amazed, the words written by Xiao Yuesheng had reached a state of perfection, elegant and vigorous, varied, and the heart of the view was intoxicated.

But after reading the letter, Master Fang Zheng smiled slightly, with a hint of a wry smile.

"Abbot, what did Master Xiao say?" Master Fang Sheng asked in a low voice when he saw that Senior Brother had a strange expression, and was curious in his heart.

Lord Xiao only greeted a few words. Master Fang Zheng smiled, handed over the letterhead, and turned to look at Jiang Nanyun.

"Thank you, Lord Xiao, for your kindness. Master Fang Zheng smiled and pointed to the letterhead: "Master Xiao said that Master Jiang wants to ask for Shaolin's martial arts......"

Jiang Nanyun was stunned, reacted extremely quickly, and nodded: "Exactly,...... The world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, and the little woman has always admired Shaolin martial arts, but unfortunately she has never had the opportunity to see it, so she wants to go directly to the mountain to ask for a lesson or two. ”

Master Fang Zheng sighed, shook his head, and said, "Master Jiang, my Shaolin disciple practices martial arts in order to strengthen his body and facilitate his cultivation of the Dharma, but he is not brave and ruthless......

"Does the master not want me to do it?" Jiang Nanyun interrupted him and smiled.

Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Martial arts competition, the sword has no eyes, it is inevitable that there will be an injury, Buddhist disciples, not obsessed with victory or defeat, Master Jiang forgives the sin." ”

Jiang Nanyun's eyes turned, and several calculations had poured into his heart, but they all abandoned, this master of Fang Zheng was a Buddhist high virtue, too presumptuous, and he couldn't bear it.

She changed the topic, her eyes were like water, and she asked with a smile: "Master, I heard that Ren Yingying and Ren girl are in Shaolin, I don't know if it?"

"Not bad. Master Fang Zheng nodded, and sighed: "This girl is too angry, harming others and herself. ”

"The master personally lectured on the scriptures, and the girl Ren was very blessed. Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled.

Master Fang Zheng sighed, shook his head and said, "Alas...... , Lao Wei's cultivation was too shallow, and the effect was not good, but it aroused Miss Ren's anger. ”

"I'm friends with Miss Ren, and I want to visit one or two, I don't know if it's presumptuous?" Jiang Nan Yundai raised her eyebrows, and Ying Ying asked with a smile.

Master Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, since you are Miss Ren's friend, persuade her, she has been on a hunger strike." ”

"Hmm-?!" Jiang Nan Yunyu's face changed, and her bright eyes flashed suddenly, shining brightly, like lightning flashing.

"Since entering the temple, Miss Ren has gone on a hunger strike, and she has no choice but to feed the elixir. Master Fang Zheng looked compassionate and sighed.

"I'll take a look. Jiangnan Yunteng stood up, his face was solemn, and he had a majestic and imposing momentum.

They came to a small courtyard, not far from the courtyard just now, such a quiet courtyard, which was refreshing and beautiful.

"Master Jiang, Miss Ren is inside, please go in, the old man is waiting outside. Master Fang Zheng smiled and stopped in front of the small courtyard.

"The master won't go in?" Jiang Nanyun was surprised.

Master Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled: "You friends meet, and the old man is on the side, so it's inconvenient. ”

Jiang Nanyun nodded, the chill on the jade face melted away a little, titheed, stepped up the steps, and entered the small courtyard.

The environment of this small courtyard is quiet, the courtyard is full of bamboo, the breeze comes slowly, and the bamboo forest is rattling, like the sound of nature, which is more quiet.

She took a deep breath, walked lightly, crossed the path between the bamboo forests, came to the small pavilion in the courtyard, and said loudly, "Sister Ren is here?"

The bamboo door was pushed open with a squeak, and Ren Yingying stood at the door, wearing a black veil on her face, a gust of wind blew, and her clothes fluttered.

Jiang Nanyun's figure moved, appeared in front of the bamboo door, bowed, and smiled: "Sister Ren is good?!"

"Nanyun, why are you here?!" Ren Yingying's eyes were like water, looking at her quietly.

Jiang Nanyun stepped forward to support her, looked at her, and her jade face showed a distressed look: "Sister Ren is a lot haggard!"

The two entered the bamboo hut and sat down on the bamboo couch in the inner room.

"What are you doing with this old man!" Jiang Nanyun picked it up, and the black yarn on Ren Yingying's face flew up and fell to the side.

Ren Yingying's jade face was revealed, white as jade, faintly revealing a hint of pink, so tender that it seemed to be able to pinch out water, her eyebrows were like distant daisies, her eyes were like autumn water, and her facial features were matched together, and she was indescribably graceful and luxurious.

Jiang Nanyun's slender ** got up, sat reclining, his upper body was upright and beautiful, and he pursed his lips and smiled: "I was ordered by the master to come to visit my sister!"

"He-?!" the smile on Ren Yingyingyu's face dissipated, and her gaze dimmed.

Jiang Nanyun hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't talk about Master, Sister Ren, you are the holy daughter of the Demon Sect, imprisoned in Shaolin, why is no one coming to the rescue?!"

Ren Yingying's expression was cold, she didn't care, and said lightly disapprovingly: "I probably know that my father has come out." ”

"Well, that's ......" Jiang Nanyun nodded, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Your father is now at the peak of his martial arts, it's time to save you!"

"My father, he ......?!" Ren Yingying's expression changed, her eyebrows raised, and her jade face showed a worried look: "My father, his martial arts have recovered?!"

"Not only recovery, but also a great improvement in skill!" Jiang Nanyun nodded and pursed his lips and smiled.

Ren Yingying hesitated, and her voice was low: "Then ...... your master?"

"Don't worry!" Jiang Nanyun chuckled: "As long as your father doesn't come to provoke him, the master probably won't care too much, I'm afraid that he also intended to keep a backhand." ”

"Alas......" Ren Yingying sighed faintly, her jade face was pale, bloodless, and her body trembled slightly: "I'd rather my father not restore his martial arts......"

Jiang Nanyun nodded, quite understanding her thoughts.

"Sister Ren, you are very haggard, don't you matter?" Jiang Nanyun asked with concern, his eyes wandering over her.

"It doesn't matter. Ren Yingying waved her hand.

"Sister hasn't suffered any grievances, right?!" Jiang Nan Yunyu's face was tense, and the electric light in her bright eyes was faint, and it would burst out at any time.

"Although the Shaolin monk is angry, he doesn't care much about me. Ren Yingying shook her head, sighed, and said, "It's just that Fang Zheng's monk is also annoying, and he has to preach the scriptures every day,...... It's like hundreds of mosquitoes buzzing together, annoying people!"

Jiang Nanyun chuckled.

"Don't laugh, you don't know how annoying it is to listen to the old monk's lectures!" Ren Yingying glared at her and said coquettishly.

"Giggle...... According to the family teacher, his Dharma cultivation is profound, and it is extremely rare to be able to listen to his lectures in person, but what countless Buddhist believers dream of, you are annoying, giggle!" Jiang Nanyun said with a smile.

"I don't believe in Buddhism, he's talking about the piano to the cow!" Ren Yingying snorted softly.

As she spoke, her body suddenly shook and staggered, and her face suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood.

Jiang Nanyun was slightly startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support it, probing its pulse, Orr slowly exhaled, and his frowning brows relaxed.

She suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly stretched out her white index finger and straightened her two curved eyebrows, very seriously.

Last time, she heard Master say that if she frowned often, she would quickly grow wrinkles, which was a terrible thing.

After brushing Dai's eyebrows, pressing the palm of his hand on Ren Yingying's vest, passing through a burst of true qi, the surging true qi slowly entered, circulated in the body, gave birth to yang qi, and the whole body was warm and warm.

She took out the porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a red pill, the size of a dragon's eye, and sent it to her mouth, a little of her cheek teeth, her fingers carried a crane's beak, the mouth of the tan suddenly opened, and the pill fell homeopathically, melted into the mouth, and flowed into the abdomen.

After doing this, he slowly put Ren Yingying down and lay flat on his back, facing the sky, like a statue made of beautiful jade.

Jiang Nanyun's true qi took effect extremely quickly, and as soon as it turned in his body, Ren Yingying's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Alas......" Jiang Nanyun glanced at her with pity, shook his head and said, "Sister Ren, why are you doing this?!"

Ren Yingying didn't speak, stared blankly at the roof, and looked at the beams on the top, as if her soul was out of the world and did not belong to the world.

"If you suffer so much, my master won't know about it. Jiang Nanyun sighed and said in a low voice, his jade face full of pity.

She felt that Ren Yingying was very pitiful, suffering from love, and torturing herself so much, I was afraid that she was thinking that if she died, she would make her master feel guilty and happy.

"I'm trapped like this, it's better to die!" Ren Yingying said lightly, her tone was indescribably indifferent and unenthusiastic.

"It's not a shame," Jiang Nanyun shook his head disapprovingly, and persuaded: "Master Fang Zheng is one of the best masters in the world, under him, who can please him?!"

Ren Yingying was silent, staring blankly at the roof, her watery eyes dim.

Jiang Nanyun sighed secretly in her heart, she suddenly had a hatred for her master, such a woman like a flower and jade, but the master made her suffer so much, it was really a sin!

She suddenly had an impulse, she had the responsibility to help make up for the mistakes made by the master, and she couldn't let Miss Ren suffer like this anymore!

"Miss Ren, in fact, Master sent me this time to deliver a handwritten letter. Jiang Nanyun suddenly whispered mysteriously.

Ren Yingying still didn't move, but her watery eyes were in focus, and although she didn't speak, she was obviously listening.

Jiang Nanyun said in a low voice, "Do you know what Master said?"

Ren Yingying shook her head and turned her head to look at her.

"Master is asking Master Fang Zheng to let you go!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his red lips, his tone was slow but powerful, and his gaze was firm.

"He's going to do this-?!" Ren Yingying sat up, her whole body was warm, and the feeling of cold and weakness faded, and she was indescribably comfortable.

"Master, why wouldn't it?!" Jiang Nanyun said busily, and snorted in a deep voice: "My master is not afraid of heaven and earth, and he has always done whatever he wanted!"

"Well, that's true. Ren Yingying nodded.

Immediately, she shook her head again: "He won't,...... Are you lying to me?!"

Jiang Nanyun was dissatisfied, and said coquettishly: "It's the puppy who deceives people...... The letter is from Master Fang Zheng, if you don't believe it, you have to come and have a look!"

Ren Yingying's bright eyes rolled around her face a few times, trying to see if she was lying.

Jiang Nanyun's eyes were firm, looking directly at her, without the slightest timidity, but said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you look at me like this?!...... Sister Ren, have I lied to anyone?!"

Ren Yingying suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at her, shook her head, but said in her heart, you lie and deceive people, there are countless people.

Suddenly, she felt inexplicably better, as if a ray of sunlight was shining in, dispelling the cold and darkness.

Jiang Nanyun sighed secretly in his heart, alas, for the sake of the master, he can only be a puppy once, and he can't care about it so much.

The letterhead was sealed in wax, and she didn't have the courage to open it privately, but she knew in her heart that the master would definitely not mention it.

But looking at the look of Master Fang Zheng, Master will definitely have a faint hint.

Jiang Nanyun Zhengse said: "Sister Ren, you take care of your body first, and after two days, let's break out together!"

"Didn't he write to Master Fang Zheng?" Ren Yingying frowned.

"Yes," Jiang Nanyun nodded, then snorted lightly, and said angrily: "Master Fang Zheng naturally won't agree, so he can only break through!"

"It seems that his face is too small......" Ren Yingying smiled faintly, and the corners of her mouth showed a touch of sarcasm.

She couldn't see Xiao Yuesheng's self-confidence that she was invincible and everything was under control, and if someone could suppress him, she would be quite gloating in her heart.

Jiang Nanyun sighed helplessly, shook his head: "Master has always been in the world, and his ability to communicate with the gods is unknown, so it's no wonder that others don't sell his face!"

Ren Yingying pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at Heng Nanyun, and wanted to be sarcastic, but she felt that it was inappropriate, so she could only swallow the words.

She changed the topic and said slowly, so casually: "I heard that Master Yilin has become the head of the Hengshan faction?!"

"Well, Master Dingxian is located in Uncle Yilin. Jiang Nanyun nodded, thinking about what to do next.

"She is so young, she has become the head of the Hengshan faction, presumably he is very happy, right?" Ren Yingying said lightly.

Jiang Nanyun nodded, a little absent-minded, suddenly woke up, and said with a smile: "No, Uncle Xiao has now become the head of the Hengshan faction, which is really surprising." ”

Ren Yingying nodded and glanced at her.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Master also went to watch the ceremony, and he was also very happy." ”

His good sister is so competitive, so naturally happy. Ren Yingying said with a hint of vinegar.

Regarding the brother and sister relationship between Xiao Yuesheng and Yilin, Ren Yingying felt thorns in her heart, and always felt that the relationship between the two was by no means so simple.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, shaking his head secretly, this Miss Ren is still a vinegar jar, Master has to suffer!

"Big brother, you can rest assured that Nanyun will go to Shaolin?!" Liu Jing snuggled in Xiao Yuesheng's arms, looked up at him, and asked in a low voice.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight shone on the window.

Xiao Yuesheng and Liu Jing were lying on the wide couch, Liu Jing pillowed Xiao Yuesheng's arm, nestled in his arms, and the faint fragrance was lingering.

Xiao Yuesheng replied casually: "Why don't you worry? ”

He was holding a book in his hand, reading it intently, and his other big hand pressed on her creamy back, rubbing it gently, feeling the soft and smooth feeling.

Liu Jing was as angry as an orchid, and said softly: "Nanyun is a woman, she can't enter the Shaolin Temple, in case she is competitive for a while, she has to go in, but she will cause chaos." ”

"Although Nagumo is eccentric and bold, he still knows the general situation. Xiao Yuesheng put down the scroll and smiled slightly.

Liu Jing shook her head, her black satin-like hair swayed, and said with a shallow smile: "People say that the apprentice Mo Ruoshi, I see, you are out of sight." ”

"Oh-?" Xiao Yuesheng chuckled.

"Nanyun thinks that you, the master, are martial arts, and you are not afraid of anything, and you have no fear of the Shaolin faction at all, so you are very hanging. Liu Jing was a little worried.

Although she said that she didn't care about martial arts, she was born in Hengshan, and she felt a little deeper than ordinary people about the strength of Shaolin.

"Shaolin, if you offend, you will be offended. Xiao Yuesheng said casually.

Liu Jingming's eyes were full of brilliance, and she looked up at Xiao Yuesheng a few times: "Big brother, did you deliberately let Nanyun make trouble?!"

Xiao Yuesheng patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, even if she offends Shaolin, she is a child and is not sensible, so I will accompany her." ”

"I knew that Nanyun's trip was not good, big brother, ...... you" Liu Jing sighed helplessly, glanced at him, her eyes flowed, charming and moving.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, his big hand tightened, and he was a little apologetic.

"Jing'er, I'm going to leave for Shaolin in two days. He gently rubbed Liu Jing's pink prefix and said gently.

"What is the eldest brother doing in Shaolin?" Liu Jing was puzzled.

"Nagumo will inevitably get into trouble, I'll clean it up so as not to cause too much trouble. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled.

"Well, that's true. Liu Jing thought for a moment and nodded: "Big brother must be careful, don't conflict with Shaolin, the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the Shaolin Temple are so powerful!"

"I'll be careful. Xiao Yuesheng nodded, patted her soft and smooth pink back In the morning, Xiao Yuesheng slept for a lazy night, and when she got up, the sun had risen in mid-air, and the sun was shining, shining on the window, reflecting the room bright and smooth, and it was a rare good weather.

Xiao Yuesheng was served by Xiaohe, dressed neatly, washed up, had breakfast, and walked to the back garden, holding a book in one hand, while strolling on the corridor of the flower garden or the small lake.

Later, he asked for his surname to leave the villa, strolled through the straight road between the trees, went to the Su Causeway on the West Lake, and walked leisurely on the embankment.

Find a wooden chair to sit down, read a book for a while, and then get up and stroll, very leisurely.

It was nearly noon and he boarded the boat.

The boat swinged, leaving the embankment, like a leaf, floating leisurely towards the painting in the middle of the lake, which was Su Qingqing's painting.

On top of the painting, there will be He Xueqing and Song Mengjun.

Xiao Yuesheng likes He Xueqing's dishes, and when it was lunch time, she was just good at a meal, her cooking skills and Xiaohe were good at autumn fields, but she had been eating Xiaohe's dishes, this time she changed her tricks, and it was so delicious, naturally greedy.

In the distance, there was a crisp laughter on the painting, which was soothing to the ears, as if all the pores around the body were open, listening to this wonderful laughter.

Xiao Yuesheng heard that this was He Xueqing laughing, coughing clearly, and it came out from afar.

The laughter stopped abruptly, the bead curtain on the painting moved, Xiao Xiang stepped out of the painting, leaned on the railing, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, nodded, and said hello.

"Mr. Xiao, Miss He was about to start cooking, and she was still thinking about whether you would come, sir. Xiao Xiang greeted her and laughed coquettishly.

She is also a beautiful woman with a moving appearance, but she has always been low-key, and Su Qingqing's light is full again, covering her up.

Xiao Yuesheng stepped on the painting with a smile, Xiao Xiang raised the curtain in front of her, and said coquettishly: "Miss, Mr. Xiao has arrived!"

"Come in, please. Su Qingqing was like a gust of wind, and Nana floated out, smiling like a flower, delicate and bright.

She was wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, beautiful and flawless, like a white lotus, blooming quietly.

Behind her, Song Mengjun was dressed in a royal blue Luo shirt, and He Xueqing was dressed in white, spotlessly clean, with a calm expression.

"I'm here again. Xiao Yuesheng hugged his fists and smiled, then took his hands behind him, stepped into the painting, came directly to the window, and sat on the rattan chair.

"I haven't done it yet, so you're here!" He Xueqing snorted softly, squinting at him and throwing him a roll of his eyes.

"Okay, okay, Sister He, don't be unforgiving. Su Qingqing said busily, took Xiaoxiang's teacup, and personally brought it to Xiao Yuesheng.

"You......" He Xueqing shook her head, and glanced at Su Qingqing helplessly, complaining that she was too unreserved and spoiled Xiao Yuesheng.

"Mr. Xiao, I heard that you are going to Shaolin?" Song Mengjun spoke, his tone indifferent, and a pair of watery eyes stared at him.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, knowing that it must have come from his wife.

"I want to go to Shaolin to see a thing or two, can you take me with you?" Song Mengjun asked lightly, his face cold as frost.

Xiao Yuesheng is not surprised, she has always had such an expression, rejecting people thousands of miles away, she was better for a while before, but since He Xueqing arrived, she has returned to her original state.

Xiao Yuesheng hesitated, frowning slightly: "I'm going to Shaolin, it's quite dangerous......"

"I'm going to be careful, don't worry. Song Mengjun said first, looking indifferent.

Xiao Yuesheng thought about it and nodded slowly: "...... Okay, let's go together. ”

"Mr. Xiao, I want to go too!" Su Qingqing said busily, staring at him with bright eyes, his clear eyes with a look of pleading.

"Can't leave me behind!" He Xueqing also said.

Xiao Yuesheng's warm gaze swept the three of them and nodded: "Okay, let's go together, but the woman can't enter Shaolin, she can only take a look outside, don't be disappointed." ”

Su Qingqing cheered and smiled, she had been staying here, although she felt safe and warm, it was good to be able to follow Xiao Yuesheng to take a walk outside.

In the early morning of the next day, the four of them went out of Guanyun Villa, surrounded by four horses, said goodbye to Liu Jing, boarded the horses, and walked away.

Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a green shirt, and the other three girls were each in a royal blue shirt, so as not to be too dirty by the dust and look uncomfortable.

Along the way, they stayed overnight and did not meddle in their affairs, so as not to delay the trip and go too late.

On this day, they arrived in Henan.

When they arrived in Henan, they were not in a hurry, they entered a big city, found an inn to live in, and looked at the news of Shaolin.

Inquire about the news, He Xueqing is the best at it, she volunteered, she didn't have to give birth to Xiao Yue, just go out by herself.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded in agreement, and meditated in the inn, in the past few days, the vitality around him has been agitated and shaken, showing signs of breakthrough, and it is in response to the martial fire.

Slowly, gradually, into a wonderful realm, the body seems to melt, soft and round, without the slightest obstacle, the vitality flows like a lake, the faster it flows, there is a breakthrough trend.

He was immersed in the wonderland, happy in his heart, and about to break through, when suddenly the sound of footsteps came in a hurry, interrupting him.

(To be continued)