In the meadow on the mountain, a thousand stars sit alone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qianxing seems to like it very much, every time he has his free time, he blows the wind here alone, and he doesn't know what he is thinking?

Perhaps only this secluded mountain wind can soothe his murderous aura and calm his mood.

After resting, Qianxing sat cross-legged and cultivated the murderous qi technique.

Only when you are stronger, can you live, only when you are stronger, can you see the future, only when you are stronger, can you step on the top of martial arts, and he also likes the subtlety of martial arts and the vastness of martial arts.

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"Qiantian, you can choose a companion for this mission. Qian Keng explained.

"Hee-hee, Brother Tian, I'll go. Qian Yuejiao stepped forward with a smile and said.

"It's okay, Qianxing has just come back, and the other brothers are not here, so I bother you Qianyue. Qiantian said gently.

"Hehe, what are you bothering about, following Brother Tian will definitely be able to complete the task and increase the merit points. ”

"Huh. ”

"Brother Xing, I'm going on a mission, ...... with Brother Tian" Qianyue went to Qianxing's residence.

"Well, be careful. ”

"Hehe, I will. ”

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"How's it going? "Chisei treats Chikaze's injuries.

"It's fine. "The face of a thousand winds does not change color.

"Bear with me. ”

"Brother Feng, who injured you like this, I'll kill him. Qianchen ran over and was furious when he saw this.

"Well, that poisonous old man has been killed by the wind. Qianxing said.

"Grandma's, count him lucky. Qianchen said, "Brother Feng, I'll help you with your luck." ”

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As the days passed, nothing changed, and every day lived the same life.

"Brother Xing, Brother Xing......" Qianyue hurriedly ran to Qianxing's residence.

Qianxing was practicing cross-legged, and when he heard the sound, he opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and his skills were refined.

"Qianyue, what's wrong?" Qianxing smiled slightly.

"Brother Xing, only you can help us. Qianyue said anxiously.

"What's the matter?" asked Qianxing.

"That's right, I went on a mission with Qiandi before, but I met the master of the Purple Blood Sect, the mission not only failed, but also hit their purple heart, although we escaped, but we have never been able to get rid of the internal injuries, so I am afraid that it will leave dark wounds, and it will be difficult to make progress. Qianyue said gloomily.

"Huh?" Qianxing pulled Qianyue's wrist and checked his heart, and sure enough, there was a serious injury, "How can it be cured?"

"We asked Qiankeng's seniors, and he said that the strength of the person who injured us was higher than ours, and we came back too late and missed the best period, and now only Shaolin's Yi Jin Jing can completely heal our internal injuries. Qianyue said.

"Well, Shaolin Yijin Jing Yijing changes the pulse and experiences Buddhism, which is indeed famous all over the world. Thousand Stars nodded.

"You weren't here a few days ago, Brother Tian had already gone to Shaolin to help us steal the Yijin Sutra, but unfortunately it failed in the end, and Brother Tian was also injured a lot, and now only Brother Xing can help us. Qianyue said pitifully.

"Brother Tian is injured?" Qianxing's expression turned cold.

"Hmm. ”

"Do they know about this?" Qianxing thought with a slight frown.

"I don't know that we are acting in private. Qianyue said.

"Okay, let's sum it up. Qianxing said.

"Thank you, Brother Xing, it's Brother Xing who loves me the most. Qianyue hugged Qianxing's arm and said in a greasy voice.

In the hut, Qiantian's face was slightly pale, and Qiandi was also sitting next to him, looking haggard.

"Qianxing, you can't go rashly, the Shaolin Temple is very well prepared, not to mention that I have already scared the snake before. Qiantian persuaded him.

"I'm sorry, I was too anxious before, Brother Xing, you still don't want to go, let's ask the door master to think of a way. Qianyue was stunned and hurriedly said.

"Huh. Qianxing smiled slightly, "I'm fine, it's okay to take a trip, what about Shaolin? ”

"Brother Xing......" Qianyue hugged Qianxing's arm, full of worry.

"Okay, since Qianxing is going, then I'll go with you. Qiantian said.

"But Brother Tian, your injury ......," Qianxing said.

"It's nothing, we brothers advance and retreat together. Qiantian smiled gently.

"Brother Tian, Qianxing, thank you. Qianji also said solemnly on the side.

The four of them left together.

They are now a thousand blood thorns, and their status is not much different from that of Qian Keng, and they are still very free.

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Three days later, after running all the way for 800 miles, the four of them came to the foot of Song Mountain.

"Shaolin really lives up to its reputation. Qianxing looked at the continuous ancient temple from afar and said softly.

"Let's find a place to rest first. Qiantian said.

At night, the four of Qianxing quietly sneaked towards the Shaolin Temple.

"Brother Tian, according to the previous plan, you are all injured, just answer me here. Qianxing turned his head and whispered to the three of them, it is not good to sneak and steal a lot of people.

"Qianxing, you must be careful, if you don't come out in half an hour, we will create chaos here to cover you. Qiantian explained.

"Good. Qianxing smiled lightly, dodged and left.

The three of them looked at each other and quietly hid.

Qianxing came to the temple wall, there was no one left and right, and he gently kicked the wall and flew into the high wall with a leap, without making a sound.

When a thousand stars fell, he disappeared into the darkness, hiding his figure in the corner. In the distance, several monks walked by, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

Thousands of stars are like ghosts, their bodies are extremely light, or jumping high, or flying, or rolling on the spot, quickly shuttling through the attic Buddha halls.

Suddenly, Qianxing jumped up and sneaked on the eaves, and after a team of monks walked by, Qianxing landed lightly, turned around and disappeared.

There are monks meditating and chanting, and there are monks practicing martial arts not far away, but no one has found a thousand stars.

Scripture Pavilion.

Qianxing looked at a few big words in the corner, and his heart was extremely calm. The Pavilion is brightly lit, and there are definitely people inside.

Glancing around, Qianxing dived in a flash, rolled over on the spot beside a pillar on one side, blocked his figure, and quietly looked inside.

There are four young monks sitting cross-legged on a futon chanting sutras, who are supposed to be monks guarding the Tibetan scripture pavilion.

A group of monks walked by in the distance, Qianxing's eyes flashed, gently opened the door of the Scripture Pavilion, jumped in with a step, and closed the door at the same time.

"Who ......" The four monks suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes flashed, and they jumped to the ground.

Bang bang bang!

The speed of Qianxing was extremely fast, and the four of them had just jumped up and Qianxing's attack arrived, and the palm shadow was like a knife, cutting directly into the necks of the four people, and the four of them passed out in turn.

Qianxing took a quick look and cautiously dived up.

"Amitabha, the donor is so handsome. Suddenly, a Buddha horn was sung softly, and an old monk covered in patches walked out tremblingly.

Qianxing was shocked, he didn't find out where the old monk came out at all.

"I don't know why the donor came to my Shaolin office late at night, why did he injure the disciple of the old man?" the old monk asked calmly.

"Which Shaolin monk is Your Excellency?" Qianxing asked coldly.

"Amitabha, the old man purifies the dust, and the one who copied the scriptures. Previously, the old man was copying the scriptures, but the donor entered silently and injured several of the old man's disciples, and the old man was alarmed. The old monk said truthfully.

"It turned out to be a master of the pure word generation, and it was really extraordinary. Qianxing said softly, carefully guarded.

"What do you want?" Jingchen asked.

"Hehe, my friend was injured, and it was not incurable if it was not the Yijin Sutra, so I came here to borrow the scriptures for a purpose. Qianxing said.

"Amitabha, there is nothing wrong with saving people, but the Yijin Sutra is the Dharma Patriarch of this door to pass on the exercises, not my disciples can not pass on lightly, if the donor is interested, you can ask your friends to take the ordination with a clear heart, into my Shaolin, when the time comes, you can teach. Jingchen said leisurely.

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's impossible. Qianxing smiled lightly.

"Then the donor, please go back, the donor has just shown mercy, it can be seen that there are still good thoughts in the heart, the Buddha said to put down the butcher's knife, stand on the ground and become a Buddha, go. Jingchen said.

"Hehe, the Shaolin monk is really broad-minded, and the kid admires it. Qianxing smiled slightly, "But I don't want my friend to have anything to do, after borrowing it, he will pay it back one day!"

As soon as Qianxing's words fell, he flew up and went straight to the scriptures.

The old monk of Jingchen also moved, and he didn't see how he moved at all, and instantly stopped in front of Qianxing.

Qianxing's eyes flashed, and he kicked it, extremely fast.

"Amitabha!" Jingchen recited a Buddha name, slapped out with one palm, divided the two palms, and in an instant, not only broke the attack of Qianxing, but also attacked Qianxing with one palm.

The two fought quickly, and you came and went.

Qianxing was quickly repulsed, this old monk was stronger than Ning Xiuyuan.

Boom! Qianxing hit the bookshelf, the bookshelf trembled for a while, and Jingchen flashed and held on to the bookshelf and stabilized.

Qianxing flashed into the bookshelf, quickly looking for the scriptures, and while fighting with the clean dust, the clean dust skills are profound, but they are carefully protecting the scriptures, and for a while there are some rat traps.

"Amitabha, donor self-respecting!" Jingchen said in a deep voice.

Qianxing is also a little big, there are too many scriptures here, it is difficult to find, and he is not Jingchen's opponent, he is already injured.