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"Master, how is this little monk so good, you are so blue-eyed?" Jiang Nanyun asked Xiao Yuesheng. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two of them left Luoyang City and came to the White Horse Temple to visit the monk Juekong.

The sun is shining, and the surrounding pine trees are lush and green, as fresh as the air around them.

Jiang Nanyun was dressed in a light purple shirt, with her indifferent look, she looked noble Athens, reserved and arrogant, like a royal nobleman, with golden branches and jade leaves.

Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a royal blue robe, with a slightly fair face, a little less majestic and a little more chic.

Faced with Jiang Nanyun's question, Xiao Yuesheng smiled but did not answer.

"Master!" Jiang Nanyun glanced at him with disgust.

The two of them were walking on the path in the woods, and the sunlight passed through the treetops and fell on them, forming dappled light and shadow.

"Little Master Juekong, I am quite optimistic about the teacher. Xiao Yuesheng smiled, casually brushed aside the oblique branch in front of him, and said in a casual voice.

Jiang Nan Yundai frowned slightly: "He is extremely talented?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and snorted: "His talent is so high, he is not inferior to you Nanyun." ”

Jiang Nanyun nodded suddenly, his eyes wandered, and he glanced sideways: "I almost forgot, Master, you are a person who loves talents!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, walked with his hands in his hands, his steps were light, but he looked at it but it was calm and heavy, like a mountain standing still, and it felt extremely weird.

When the two walked halfway, the sky suddenly became cloudy, like a woman's face, which changed when she said it, and it was extremely abrupt.

"Master, it's not good, it's going to rain?" Jiang Nanyun looked up at the sky.

"Well, a downpour. Xiao Yuesheng nodded, turned his head to look around, and said, "Let's take a few steps and go to the White Horse Temple to take shelter from the rain." ”

So the shape of the master and apprentice changed sharply, like a gust of wind, drifting away, and disappeared on the mountain road in an instant.

After a while, the sky was overcast, as if the sun was setting in the evening.

The lightning cracked the sky, the thunder rumbled, the bean-sized raindrops crackled down, and the leaves were shaken.

The master and apprentice were already standing under the eaves of the main hall of the White Horse Temple.

"With this rain, the weather will be cooler. Jiang Nanyun looked at the heavy rain outside, his eyes were confused, and he said with emotion.

"Those gangs of yours, maybe they can be restrained?" Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his hand, let the rain hit his hand, and asked in a casual voice.

"Them?" Jiang Nanyun glanced around, her eyes were full of waves, the mist in her eyes had not dissipated, with a vague temptation, she shook her head: "These people are not strong in martial arts, but they have a lot of blood surnames, all of them are unruly and difficult to control." ”

"These people can't bother you, right?" Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly.

"Hehe, for these prickly heads, it's not a piece of cake?!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled.

"If you go outside, you must first settle inside. Xiao Yuesheng smiled and withdrew his wet palm: "If the gang is unstable, you don't have to make efforts from others, a discordant plan is enough to cut off your arm!"

"I know!" Jiang Nanyun said busily, quite impatient.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and nodded: "Go and meet Little Master Juekong!"

The two walked slowly along the corridor of the main hall, pacing slowly in the thunder, turning the main courtyard and coming to a Zen courtyard in the backyard.

Originally, with the identity of Juekong, it was good to have a meditation room to settle down, after all, there were many monks who came to the White Horse Temple to place orders, and there were many monks with less porridge, and the accommodation was a little tight.

But with Xiao Yuesheng coming forward, Master Xiaoming, the presiding officer of the White Horse Temple, made an exception to set aside a Zen monastery for the monk Juekong to live in.

When they came to the Zen monastery, they did not find the figure of the monk Juekong, so they inquired and said that they went out in the morning and should go to the hill behind to practice.

Jiang Nan Yunjiao said angrily: "Master, let's take a look, I want to see how this little monk's kung fu is!"

"It's fine. Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

The two held an umbrella, shoulder to shoulder, and walked out of the White Horse Temple.

The rain outside gradually lightened, as if there was no stamina, but the sky was still gloomy, and the clouds were thick, neither coming down nor dispersing, and it was uncomfortable to look at.

The bean-like raindrops turned into rain silk, gently falling down, as soft and colorful as spring rain, hitting the face and inspiring people's hearts.

Jiang Nanyun closed the oil umbrella, and the two walked in the drizzle, out of the White Horse Temple, and came to a hill behind.

Xiao Yuesheng's heart moved, and he searched for the location of Monk Juekong.

"Nanyun, Master Juekong is doing it. Xiao Yuesheng pointed to the southwest corner, and in the distance was a lush pine forest, full of greenery.

"That's very good!" Jiang Nanyun patted his little white jade-like hand, his body shook, and appeared more than a dozen feet away, and he shrank into inches.

When she came to the pine forest, she heard the sound of her clothes fluttering, and her body was steep, like a shooting star, and rushed into the woods, and she turned around, like a butterfly, and floated through the pine trees, and came to the depths of the pine forest.

It was a clearing, and in the midst of the dense woods, there was such a flat clearing, which seemed a little abrupt.

On the flat ground with a radius of more than 20 zhang, there were five people at this time, two of them were fist-fighting, fighting fiercely, and the other two stood aside, watching the battle with a smile.

There was still a young woman, with her long hair scattered, lying on the ground on top of a person lying on her back, crying and sobbing bitterly.

Jiang Nan Yundai's eyebrows frowned slightly, seeing that this woman was disheveled, she must have been struggling, and she suddenly became angry in her heart, and she vaguely guessed what was going on.

She is now the leader of the Qingping Gang, and the realm of Qingxin Jue is high, although her heart is like boiling water, she does not move, her mind is sober, and her bright eyes slowly scan.

There is a young monk in the field, the big and round ring scar on his bald head is very eye-catching, wearing a wide monk's robe, his fist is fierce, and he is vigorous.

Jiang Nanyun didn't look at it again, his figure floated, he came to the woman, squatted down, and checked the injuries of the lying person.

After glancing at it, she shook her head, this person's life opportunity has passed, and his body is stiff, even if the master personally rescues him, he is powerless to rejuvenate.

This is a young man, with a handsome face and sharp eyebrows, even if he is not breathing, he still exudes a bit of charming demeanor, and he must be even more tempting to the woman when he is alive.

The young woman lying on him was delicate and lovely, at this time the pear blossoms brought rain, I saw pity, Jiang Nanyun couldn't bear it when he saw it, sighed, and didn't speak.

The eyes of the two people who were watching the battle swept over from time to time, and when they saw Jiang Nanyun suddenly appear, they couldn't help but be surprised, and then they saw her amorous jade face, and they were all drunk, and it was rare that they didn't rush forward, for fear of scaring her away.

Jiang Nanyun frowned slightly, the eyes of these two people were not right, obviously they were not right-hearted gentlemen, and their hearts turned around, guessing what happened.

It may be that these two children had a private meeting and found a place where no one disturbed or seen, so they found this pine forest.

Unexpectedly, I met three people, and when I saw her delicate appearance, I got excited and killed the young man, wanting to take this girl.

No, the little monk Juekong was practicing far away, and when he heard the call for help, he rushed over to stop it and fought with them.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Nanyun already had such a guess in his heart.

"Little lady, who are you?!" the two walked over and asked with a grin.

These two people are not bad-looking, they are talented, they both have square faces, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but between the rotation of their eyes, they are slightly slippery.

Jiang Nan Yundai frowned slightly, glanced at the two of them, and snorted lightly: "Who are you?!"

"Hehe, our brother is called Lingnan Sanying, he rarely comes here, his reputation in the Central Plains martial arts is not obvious, ashamed, ashamed!" one of them replied with a hippie smile and hugged his fists.

Jiang Nanyun's expression did not move, he glanced at the two of them lightly, and then looked at the person who was working with Monk Juekong, and found that the three of them looked each other, and they must be brothers.

She had never heard of the name Lingnan Sanying, and after thinking about it for a while, she guessed that these three people were so compatible, maybe there would be a set of martial arts that would be combined with each other, and the power would be good.

"Haven't asked the girl's name yet?" the man asked politely, it seemed that he was the oldest, and he should be the eldest of the three young.

Xiao Yuesheng appeared quietly, and everyone didn't notice it, he leaned on a vigorous pine tree, watched from a distance, holding a white jade cup in his hand, and took a sip from time to time.

Jiang Nanyun waved his little white jade-like hand and glanced at them lightly: "Why are you bullying a monk?!"

"Hmph, this little monk, meddle in your business!" The boss of Sanying glared at Monk Juekong, snorted coldly, turned his head, and changed his smiling face: "For this kind of person who doesn't know how to lift, my three brothers have always been polite!"

Jiangnan Yunlian moved lightly, slowly moving forward, bypassing the two people in front of him, only three zhang away from the Juekong monk.

The two were intimidated by Jiang Nanyun's indifferent expression, and did not stop them anymore, following behind her and accompanying her to watch the situation in the field.

Jiang Nanyun is now in charge of the Qingping Gang, in a high position, and gradually has a majestic momentum that is not angry and self-imposing, which is the unique temperament of the superior, and the two of Lingnan Sanying only feel that this woman is awe-inspiring and inviolable, and they dare not act rashly.

Jiang Nanyun sighed slightly in his heart, this Juekong monk, sure enough, has talent, this set of boxing techniques he made is Shaolin's rough martial arts, eighteen Arhat boxing.

Eighteen Arhat Boxing, in the martial arts system of Shaolin Temple, is only a superficial martial art used to exercise muscles and bones, and it is not a masterful martial art.

But in the hands of the monk Juekong, this set of boxing techniques is fierce and fierce, each punch is struck, the expression on the face is different, simulating the demeanor of each Arhat, vivid, spirited and salty, extremely powerful, boxing to the rigid to the yang, the opponent does not dare to take it hard.

Luohan's fist whirred, the fist wind was like a gang, the ground was smooth and clean, and the original fallen leaves were forced away by the fist wind, forming a circle, surrounding the two of them.

Standing at such a distance, you can feel the awe-inspiring power of the fist, Jiang Nanyun couldn't help but praise him, this little monk is indeed extraordinary, he has practiced Luohan boxing to such a point, only by hard practice, without a surname, it is difficult to reach the realm of Rusi.

"Big brother, this little monk has two brushes, I'll go up and fight with the third brother and clean him up, right?!" Jiang Nanyun heard an impatient voice beside him.

She didn't move, still watching the fight in the field, the third of the Lingnan Sanying is not a mediocre hand, he is the shortest of the three, extremely flexible, under the fierce Luohan fist, he can dodge with ease, his body is slippery, although the Luohan fist is fierce, but he can't beat him.

"No hurry, no hurry. The boss stared straight at Jiang Nanyun's side and waved his hand absentmindedly.

"Bang!" fists and feet intersected, and the two of them took a step back.

Monk Juekong was one step shorter, his legs were lunging, his right foot was three or four inches deep in the ground, and two blushes welled up on his face, as if he was drunk.

The person on the other side took two steps back, his face was flushed, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if hot blood gushed out of his chest, which he forcibly swallowed.

"Hey, this little monk, his skills are not shallow!" The eldest among the three Ying sighed in surprise, turned his head and said, "Second brother, maybe the third one will lose!"

"Then let's go up together!" the second eldest of the three English was already ready to move, and hurriedly said.

The boss looked at Jiang Nanyun, shook his head and said in a low voice: "If there are no outsiders, we have no scruples, and having outsiders by our side will damage our reputation!"

"Let's clean up together!" The second child lowered his voice, glanced at Jiang Nanyun quickly, and said slowly.

The boss hesitated, then glanced at Jiang Nanyun's hibiscus-like face, and was even more reluctant in his heart, shaking his head and saying, "...... Forget it, let's see. ”

"Big brother!" The second child drank dissatisfiedly, saw Jiang Nanyun glanced at this side, turned his head again, and hurriedly whispered: "There are so many beautiful women, does the eldest brother want to see lust and righteousness?!"

“...... Alright!" The boss nodded helplessly.

(To be continued)