Besides, they were in the carriage and rested for one night, only to hear the coachman say: "Songshan has arrived, and the carriage can't go up the mountain, so the masters have to go by themselves." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info“

Li Xunhuan gave the coachman two silver taels, and carried the master of Xinmei on his back to unfold his body and find a way to climb the mountain. It turned out to be Xiaoyao, who gave Master Xinmei a weird elixir, and after people checked it, they felt that he was highly poisoned in his body, but in fact he was not poisoned, and he could retain his sanity, and he could know anything that happened around him, if he wanted to unravel this state, it was very simple, as long as he took any kind of poison, he could unravel it, because Xiaoyao said that this could clear Li Xunhuan's suspicion, and Master Xinmei agreed.

There is a small temple at the foot of the mountain, and several Shaolin monks in gray robes and white shirts are warming themselves in the front hall, and two people are hiding behind the door to watch out from the wind.

Seeing that someone was climbing the mountain with light skills, these two people immediately greeted them! One said, "Where did Tan Yue come from?"

Another person saw that Li Xunhuan was carrying a monk behind him, and immediately rushed to say, "Is Tan Yue carrying a Shaolin disciple?"

Li Xunhuan's pace slowed down, and when he arrived in front of these two people, he suddenly swept over their heads, touched the ground on his toes, and swept up again. On this snow, he can still perform the supreme light skill of three times of copying water, and even if the Shaolin monk is above the top, he can't help but be moved.

By the time the monks in the temple chased him out, Li Xunhuan had already gone far away. That is, but it took more than an hour to see the magnificent temple of Shaolin Temple.

Since the time of Emperor Wu of Bodhidharma Liang, the sergeant of Dongdu, twenty-eight passed to the monk Jiaye, Shaolin generation of talents, has long been the suzerain of the Central Plains martial arts. Li Xunhuan entered the temple from behind the mountain, only to see countless large and small Shede Towers standing on the snow, he knew that this was the holy place of Shaolin Temple "Tallinn", that is, the burial place of the ancestors of Shaolin dynasties. No matter who comes here, they can't help but have a sense of getting rid of red dust and staying out of the square, not to mention Li Xunhuan, who has been tired of fame and fortune for a long time.

Suddenly, a person said in a deep voice: "Tan broke into the forbidden land of Shaolin, Tan Yue is too blind to no one, right?"

Li Xunhuan said loudly: "Master Xinmei was injured and was escorted back for treatment, but I begged the abbot master of your sect to see me." “

In a few calls, the Shaolin monks appeared one after another, and said: "Thank you Tan Yue, I don't know the name of Gao?"

Li Xunhuan sighed and said, "Under Li Xunhuan." “

Deep in the bamboo forest, two people are playing chess. On the right is an old monk with a strange appearance. On the left is a thin and short old man, but his eyes are blazing, and his nose is like an eagle, so that people forget all about his short stature, and can only feel an incomparable authority and courage. In the whole world, there are very few people who can sit and play chess against Master Xinhu, the head of Shaolin, except for this Bai Xiaosheng. When these two games of chess, the world was afraid that nothing could stop them, but when they heard the name Li Xunhuan, both of them couldn't help but grow up.

Xinhu said: "Where is this person now?"

The Shaolin disciple who tiptoed in to report bowed down and said, "It's just outside the second uncle's meditation room." “

Xinhu said: "What's wrong with your second uncle." “

The Shaolin monk said: "The second uncle seems to be injured very much, and the fourth and seventh uncles are visiting his old man's injury. “

Li Xunhuan stood under the eaves with his hands in his hands, looking at the majestic roof ridge on the main hall, the sound of Sanskrit singing faintly came from the cold wind, and the heaven and earth were full of ancient and solemn mysteries. He had sensed someone approaching, but he did not turn his head to look, and in this solemn and mysterious world, he did not feel that he was outside the object.

Master Xinhu and Bai Xiaosheng walked ten steps outside him and stopped, although Master Xinhu had heard of Xiao Li Tanhua's reputation for a long time, he didn't see him until this moment.

He didn't seem to think that this lazy and chic, sparse but calm, full of poetic temperament, was the world-famous prodigal ranger. He watched him carefully, refusing to miss a single place, especially his thin, slender hands. What is the magic of these hands, and why is a knife made of mortal iron so magical when it comes to these hands?

Bai Xiaosheng had seen him ten years ago, but he only felt that he didn't seem to have changed in the past ten years, and he seemed to have changed a lot. No matter how many people he was with, he was alone.

Bai Xiaosheng finally smiled and said, "Tanhualang, don't come to harm?"

Li Xunhuan also smiled and said, "I didn't expect Mr. to recognize him." “

Master Xinhu said: "But I don't know if Tanhualang recognizes the old monk?"

Li Xunhuan said: "The master is highly respected, the world is regarded as Mount Tai Beidou, he has not learned in the rivers and lakes, and he often hates to have no chance to know Jing. “

Master Xinhu said: "Tanhualang doesn't have to be too suspicious, the junior brother was escorted to the door by Tan Yue, and the old monk thanked him at this moment." “

Li Xunhuan said: "Don't dare." “

Master Xinhu joined together again and said, "Wait for the old monk to explore the injury of the junior brother, and then come to talk to Tan Yue." “

Li Xunhuan said: "Please." “

Waiting for Xinhu to walk into the house, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly smiled and said: "The monk's cultivation of kung fu is really within my reach, if it were me, I am afraid that I will not be so polite to Your Excellency." Li Xunhuan said: "Oh?"

Bai Xiaosheng said, "If someone hurts your junior brother and beloved apprentice, will you be so polite to him?"

Li Xunhuan said: "Do you think that Master Xinmei was also injured by me?"

Bai Xiaosheng carried his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely: "Except for Xiao Li Tanhua, who else can hurt him?"

Li Xunhuan said: "If I hurt him, why do I have to escort him back to the mountain?"

Bai Xiaosheng said: "This is where Your Excellency is so smart. “

Li Xunhuan said: "Oh?"

Bai Xiaosheng said: "No matter who hurts the Shaolin Protector, he will never have peace in his hands, and the three thousand disciples of the two branches in the north and south of Shaolin will never let him go, and no one dares to ignore this power." “

Li Xunhuan smiled, looked up and said with a smile: "Bai Xiaosheng is really omniscient, no wonder all the big gangs and factions in the rivers and lakes want to make you a friend, and there are many benefits of making friends with you." “

Bai Xiaosheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "What I said is just fair." “

Li Xunhuan said: "It's a pity that Your Excellency has forgotten one thing, Master Xinmei is not dead, he himself always knows who he was injured by, won't Your Excellency swallow back what he said at that time?" Bai Xiaosheng sighed and said, "If my guess is right, I'm afraid that Senior Brother Xinmei will not have many opportunities to speak." “

Suddenly, Master Xinhu said sharply: "If the junior brother is not injured by your men, whose hands are he injured?" He walked out at some point, and a frost was already on his face.