Ming Xiaoduy's heart is like knocking down countless bottles and cans, which is very unpleasant. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Jingling After they came out, they had been talking about something excitedly, and he didn't seem to hear it.

Only when Wang Jingling called him by name did he answer.

Wang Jingling smiled and said, "Brother Gui really didn't misunderstand you. ”

Ming Xiaodao said: "Hmm." ”

Wang Jingling said: "Derpy, then you have been living with us recently." ”

Ming Xiaodao said: "Hmm." ”

Wang Jingling said: "Derpy, Wang Yiren's kung fu is not good, you have to give her more guidance when you have time recently, so that she can practice her martial arts quickly." ”

Ming Xiaodao said: "Hmm." ”

Wang Jingling said: "With your arrival this year, it will be more imposing for us to participate in the martial arts conference in Songshan on December 25." ”

Ming Xiaodao said: "Hmm!"

Wang Jingling smiled: "Why do you only know huh?"

Ming Xiaodao said: "Hmm!, no, no, hmm!"

Wang Jingling saw that his face was pale and his speech was slurred, and he couldn't help but care: "You may be tired when you come back from a long journey, then today's meeting will be here, you go and rest first." Derpy, I'll have your room arranged in a moment. ”

Ming Xiaodao said: "Hmm!"

In a clean room, on the fragrant bed, Ming Xiaodao lay stiffly, but tears flowed down involuntarily.

It was freezing outside the window, and Derpy's heart seemed to be frozen. He is now full of Wang Yiren's shadow in his heart, and he wants to forget her, but he can't stop.

I only heard him sigh, sat up, thought about it, got up and pushed the door out, lifted his breath a few times, avoided the guard of the disciples of the Narcissus Sect, came out over the wall, and then moved slowly, staggering, and threw himself into the night.

Gusu, Hanshan Temple.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost,

Jiang Feng Yuhuo was sleepy.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

Midnight bell to the passenger ship. ”

Zhang Ji's poem of seven words made it famous all over the world.

Ancient and modern Chinese and foreign tourists who come to play, as long as they play a trip, they can never forget it.

At this time, it is a harsh winter, the night is dark and the wind is high, in this place south of the Yangtze River, although it does not snow, but at night, it still looks particularly cold and cold.

However, the melodious bells in the Hanshan Temple are still endless, and the bells are peaceful and soothing, and finally ignite a trace of warmth in our hearts.

Suddenly, a ghostly shadow in the distance swept straight towards Hanshan Temple. Closer, hey, not a ghost but a person, an old monk, short in stature, with a white beard hanging down. It was none other than Master Zhenru, one of the twelve protectors of the Buddha Dragon Sect.

It's so late, what is this old monk doing here, isn't it Sichun, coming here to meet a lover? It's not like it, how can a monk mess around. At this time, Zhenru came to the outside of Hanshan Temple, jumped lightly, and disappeared into the temple. At this time, another shadow followed outside the temple, and it also jumped and disappeared into the dark temple.

In the only hall in the temple that was lit with lights, Master Zhenru had already swept inside. And the figure that followed him jumped onto the beam in the hall. In this way, it was not discovered by Master Zhenru and those people inside, it can be seen that the light skill is high, and the gentleman on the beam is Ming Xiaodu. Hey, how did he get here?

It turned out that this morning, Ming Xiaodao accompanied Wang Yiren to Hanshan Temple to play, and accidentally found that the Wuji Gate master Evil Tiger Zhenren lived here with the "Flying Knife Chasing Soul" Mountain Knife and two strange middle-aged men. He couldn't help but secretly wonder: Isn't the chief helm of Wujimen in Jingmen? How did they get here? What do they want to do? Is there some conspiracy? I will come to visit him tonight.

So he hid from Wang Yiren and ran out secretly, and when he climbed over the city wall, he suddenly saw a black shadow not far away who had just climbed out of the city wall and rushed towards Hanshan Temple. He couldn't help but secretly follow. The more I followed, the more I felt that the black shadow in front of me was good, and I also felt a little familiar, when I saw the evening breeze blowing the beautiful white whiskers floating back, and the short stature, I already knew who the person in front of me was, and I secretly felt that tonight was the right place, it seems that there is some conspiracy again, I have to go and see it, expose them. So he performed his best light skills and quietly followed.

There are more than a dozen people sitting in the hall, Ming Xiaodao counted, exactly sixteen people, in the middle of a big Maitreya sat cross-legged under the two old monks, the left is the true master, the right is a head into a triangular shape, the eyes are also triangular, but the eyes seem to be sharper and more vicious than the true master, this person is also one of the twelve protectors of the Buddha Dragon Sect, and the true evil master of the same generation as the true master, although the true evil master is the disciple of the true master, but he killed more than five times more people than the true master, it can be seen that he is a real true evil master, under the true master is the evil tiger real person, Wujimen Guangdong word altar master"Sanqing scholar" Zheng Xiuwen, this person is a middle-aged man in his early forties, and his face is not too hateful. "Sanqing" refers to his one clear pen, two clear words, three clear vegetarian food, it can be seen that he is a very good person, using very special weapons, only half an inch thick, about one foot long, half a foot wide all made of gold pieces of the "book", a priceless "golden book", his "golden book" not only sharpened, beaten, patted, swept, pushed, can be used in every detail, and those gold pieces made of "gold pages" during the competition can also suddenly break away from the textbook, directly take the opponent's vital point, it is hard to get. So few people dared to mess with him. Of course, this is only limited to second- and third-rate masters of the rivers and lakes, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become the master of the Heavenly Character Altar of Wujimen.

Next is also a middle-aged man, with a judge pen inserted in his back, and it is the "single pen scholar" who is called the "golden book judgment pen" with the "Sanqing scholars".

It seems that tonight's Wuji Gate is a gathering of demons, and under the Master of True and Evil are ten or so Buddhist disciples in their thirties, they are all some masters of the Buddha Dragon Sect in Suzhou, I don't know what they are doing here tonight?

Just when Ming Xiaodao was stunned, Master Zhenru had already said: "The chief sect has arrived, tonight's action can only succeed, not fail, otherwise we will have living sins in the sect in the future, let's go!"

Derpy couldn't help but wonder: What are they going to do here? Shouldn't they go to robbery? Listening to what they said about what they were going to do, it seemed to be very important to them, what was it? Dumb, Derpy Ming, Derpy, wouldn't they know if they went out?