"Frankly speaking, before I met Brother Yun, I was very confident in my literary talent and martial arts, but …" Dongfang Feng didn’t say anything, but the meaning was obvious.
"What’s so good about me being a monk or a Taoist?" Yun is embarrassed to get up. In fact, he doesn’t think much of himself. The life of a good monk makes him pay little attention to others. Of course, it also makes him less troubled and free and easy.
"This is about to ask the Nangong cousin who likes who knows!" Dongfang Feng took a trivial look at Nangong Moon.
"You’re going to die ~ ~" The Nangong month was annoyed, but Dongfang Feng didn’t get powder boxing treatment. The Nangong month was smashed with a hilt.
"hey! Brother Yun is in charge of yours? " Oriental peak holding the head shouted.
"Which one? Don’t understand! " Cloud feign death
"If only the old man were here …" The nangongshan month suddenly stopped and sighed faintly.
"Yes …" The cloud was silent.
"I must practice my master’s martial arts and never lose my face!" Dongfang Feng vowed to say
"We’ll supervise your practice this month, and don’t lose your master’s face by competing to get married!" Nangong Moon Interface Road
"That’s natural!" Dongfang Feng said flatly …
Back in the inn, people were all staring at the clouds straight wait for a while, as if the head was neither long nor short, the skin was neither black nor white, and the appearance was not handsome or disrespectful. From the point of view, there was nothing special about ordinary young people, which was much more noticeable than the beautiful Nangong Moon and the handsome and elegant Oriental Peak.
Perhaps in their eyes, the cloud is a treasure, a secret book and a symbol of status, money and beauty. However, there is a saying that how many lunches are there in this world when you are rich and dangerous? These are not considered by many fanatics.
"Which is the cloud?" A middle-aged scribe spoke first.
Yun’s right index finger is temporarily injured, and the situation is so bad that it is hard to imagine encountering such a scene again at this time. Yun does not know how to face it.
"Do what?" Cloud quietly gestured to Nangong Moon and Dongfang Feng that they should not talk.
"I heard that the treasure of Tianlong Shinto …" The mouth of the scribes was interrupted by the cloud coldly.
"Now I tell you that I have the treasure and the secret book. What do you want?" Cloud cold face.
"This ….." The scribes are the rhetoric introduced by these Wulin people, but if they don’t play by the rules, they will recognize him without thinking, but they will be speechless. At that time, the whole inn was silent.
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Chapter 11 Oriental Juexue
"It’s a mystery that so many heroes and heroines here have arrived in this remote place from all corners of the country, so the little brother got it … ahem …" The scribe said that deliberately coughing here resonated with others. "It seems a little unreasonable, doesn’t it?"
"That’s it!"
"Isn’t it?"
"Always give a confession!"
When those Jianghu hawkers see someone out of the head, they are all attached and booed up.
"What is confession?" Cloud face a cold "is to let you see? Or simply let everyone divide it? "
When Yun puts it bluntly, those people can’t just say, "Take it out and share it with everyone." That’s too shameful. Yun kicks off the red tape and goes straight to the topic. Formal these hypocritical charlatans always like specious fallacies to attract people, and then it’s difficult, but Yun frankly confesses that they can drill.
"This ….." The scribe thought that he had never encountered such a way, but he panicked. "How dare we get our hands on what Yun Shaoxia got? Yes …" This fellow was so anxious that he was full of sweat, but he couldn’t "yes" anything.
"Since there is nothing else, we will leave now." Yunyebai Inn is unable to stay and wants to leave.
"Wait!" Finally, someone can’t sit still. This time, it’s a monk. In fact, many people in the inn have seen the magical power of the cloud. Some people think that there is no hope. Others are still waiting for the opportunity with luck. Of course, they won’t reveal anything to those who come behind. This is the inferiority of Jianghu people, that is, it is absolutely impossible to unite. Jianghu will always be chaotic, Jianghu will speculate and Jianghu will be eternal. This monk is one of those who are still in the dark and still impulsive.
"People can leave things and stay, otherwise don’t blame Cudgel for being rude!" That monk was fierce, with a pair of big eyes like two bells, a full face of juryman and a overgrown beard, and a pair of huge copper earrings. Frankly speaking, three points are like people and seven points are like ghosts.
"Why?" The cloud is still motionless, as if this fierce and savage man is not here. "Where are you from?"
Jianghu words are quite slippery. It is such a sentence that comes from such a population that people feel uncomfortable and more ridiculous!
"With Yin Lun in the hands of Cudgel!" That monk didn’t care about the etiquette of the Han people. What kind of words are stinging and intonation is equivalent to fart to him. Maybe it’s not easy for him to understand Chinese and barely say a few words.
"That good let me meet you Yin Lun! ！” The cloud said that he wanted to make moves.
"Wait for Brother Yun to kill the chicken and why he needs to kill the ox knife. Leave this small role to the younger brother to solve!" Dongfang Feng understands that the current situation of Yun is that it is best not to fight with people.
"In that case, Brother Dongfang should be careful." Yun didn’t try to be brave. He was a natural person.
"What are you, dare to do anything?" Monks are not satisfied with others arranging opponents for themselves.
"Your horse will know that your name is male or not." Dongfang Feng smiled and didn’t care about this bastard.
"Cuckoo is the deity of Tianzhu Bodhi Temple, and Menborob thinks so!" The monk shouted "Giant Elephant Nose Wheel!" After crossing the wheels with both hands, he smashed the sword of Dongfang Peak in the past, especially when it was unsheathed. Bobo’s wheel has blocked the sword of Dongfang Peak in a hurry. Although Naboro’s personality is chaotic, it seems to be unreasonable, but he is quite pure and fierce. He smashed the jaws of Dongfang Peak and was busy drawing a sword to meet him. However, the hilt of the sword was bent by Bobo, and the sword of Dongfang Peak was stuck. He had to withdraw his sword, and his feet kicked Bobo’s ribs!
Good monk! That Bo Rob didn’t panic at all. His hands were tight and his legs were attacked by two wheels. It turned out to be a lose-lose game. Dongfang Feng didn’t want his legs to be hard-fought. One point and two feet each kicked a round of long body ling. It was the Oriental Family’s lightness skill. "Floating clouds" Because Yin Lun held by Bo Rob’s hands had been made by Dongfang Feng, Dongfang Feng split the past with one hand. "Split Huashan alone" is a very powerful name, but it’s a common trick. However, it seems that the momentum in Dongfang Feng’s hands is really going to split mountains and split the ! ！” Bob couldn’t move his hand, and the magical power of Buddhism "Lion Roar" shocked everyone’s eardrums like a thunderbolt, but when it hit the Oriental Peak, it was even more sad. The head was so painful that it was cracked, but the momentum of "splitting Huashan alone" was not reduced, and it was immediately dislocated when it hit Nabobob’s right shoulder, but the Oriental Peak was almost unstable after it jumped back.
That Bo Rob was really brave and his right arm was dislocated by the Oriental Peak, which hurt his bones and muscles. However, his left hand was vigorously smashed and he was full of energy. He had to fight again and brandish Yin Lun’s "Sakyamuni’s Elephant Throwing Skill". He roared and threw his hands Yin Lun out. Yin Lun roared and flew to the Oriental Peak to castrate the fierce horse, which was as powerful and powerful as the Buddha’s Elephant Throwing in those days, while the Oriental Peak was roared and confused. That Yin Lun came so violently, but he didn’t realize that he was still swaying in the same place.
This allusion to "the skill of throwing an elephant by Sakyamuni" originated from a story in a Buddhist scripture. It is said that when Sakyamuni used to worship Buddha on one day, a giant elephant prevented him from releasing it, and it took three days and three nights for him to fall into shape. Therefore, it can be seen that this skill is pure and powerful, which is a unique skill of masculinity. If he is unfortunately hit, it is impossible to break his muscles and fracture.
Seeing that this handsome and charming young man was going to be buried in the silver wheel, he saw a blood arrow swept up like Youlong and rushed to the Yin Lun, where the two phases met and there was a sound of gold and iron hitting each other. Instead of being scattered by Yin Lun, the blood arrow pushed Yin Lun to the sky and swept up dozens of high blood arrows, and Yin Lun had to fall like rain.
Since that blood arrow flew up to watch the battle, everyone lost their voice, because the arrow was like an arrow from nine days away, just like a heady gun from nine places. People just looked at the boy who was staring at his right index finger as if he didn’t belong to this world.
At this time, the cloud is bitter, and I know that I just forced my luck to hurt my right hand, and I don’t even know how to wake up in one day, but I am forced to support it, otherwise it will be wasted.
"Pa" a Yin Lun thumped to the ground to throw people back from their dreams.
"Buddha! Are you the reincarnation of the Buddha? " Bob wait for a while looked at the clouds.
"What are you talking about?" Cloud bled too much and didn’t want to pester this muddy monk any more.
"If it is not the reincarnation of the Buddha, how can there be such a magical power?" Borob is sincere this time.
"Amitabha, he is not the reincarnation of Buddha, but he was a monk before!" Tao, compassion, and sound interface
Yun quickly turned to look at it and suddenly froze. This person is Master Lei Tianheng, the seat of Dharma in Shaolin Temple-Master Zhiqing!
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Chapter 12 Sad to leave
"granduncle I …" cloud looked at zhiqing speechless.
"Needless to say, since the benefactor has returned to the secular world, he will not become a monk. He called the poor monk. I have a few questions to be answered by the benefactor. Can you tell me?" The eleven rites of Zhiqing don’t pretend to be grandfathers at all.
"Teacher … Ah Zhiqing … Master Zhiqing doesn’t know something to ask. If you really know, you can’t talk about it." At first, Yun didn’t adapt to a little stuttering, and gradually his breath became clever again.
"Dare to ask that the Diamond Finger is in the donor’s hand?" Zhiqing narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the cloud.