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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 85: Difficulty

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    Chapter 85: Difficulty

    It was noon at this time, and under the Purple Mountain, although there was a mist, the air was fresh and cool, without any trace of heat.

    "I wonder if the Shuiyun Sect's mountain gate is here? Poor monk Yuanyin, please come and see me" A voice as loud as a bronze bell floated in the mountain, and the sound of the lion's roar was added a little more.

    Wen Yubing, who was taking a nap in the Hanyan Pavilion, suddenly woke up, hurriedly opened the lake green brocade quilt, stood up from the incense couch, shook her waterfall-like black hair, and laid down on the bed with her plump body wrapped in silk satin, her feet were white and flawless,  Stepping on the thick, moon-white carpet.

    There was a knock on the door, and then he was pushed open. Xiao Yuesheng walked in slowly. He saw Master's hair shawl, and his cheeks were still flushed. He was white and rosy, and was so bright that he couldn't help but be stunned. He smiled and said, "Master, what are you doing up here?"  ?¡±

    "Didn't you hear the sound?" Wen Yubing glared at him because he drove straight in. Yingying sat in front of the dressing table and tied up her shiny black hair with a piece of silk.

    In the past few days, her anger has not subsided. Every time she thinks about how she lost her temper with him, her face becomes red and hot. She deeply feels that she has lost her composure and lost her majesty as a teacher in front of him.

    As soon as I saw him, I felt a little weak in my heart. His smiling eyes were so hateful, so I covered it up with anger, not giving him a good look.

    "Master, do you want to come down the mountain to greet me in person?" Xiao Yuesheng asked in surprise, not paying attention to the master's anger. His eyebrows were slightly raised.

    His surprise was inevitably artificial.

    "You want to show off again?" Wen Yubing was tilting her head and wearing green earrings. She glared at him in the bronze mirror with graceful movements: "This is a member of the Shaolin sect. You can't be rude!"

    "This monk obviously came up the mountain to find trouble, so why should he lower himself to please him?" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, found a embroidered pier and sat down, looking at her with a smile.

    "Treat others with courtesy, this is treating others with courtesy!"

    Wen Yubing glared at him from the bronze mirror, still feeling unhappy, turned around, with bright eyes, and hummed softly: "It is always right to treat others with courtesy. Even if he comes to provoke, our Shuiyun Sect will not do it."  Don¡¯t lose etiquette.¡±

    "He wants to slap us, but we have to greet him with a smile. I can't do this!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled bitterly. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a jade hairpin from the air and played with it gently.

    Although he knew that his master's way of doing things was not bad and was the best rule of conduct in the world, he did not want to pay attention to the fact that people in the martial arts relied on martial arts and power. Everything on the surface was illusory and insignificant. There was no need to live.  So tired.

    "Then what do you think we should do?" Wen Yubing saw his expression gradually change, his eyes swept over him lightly, the air around him seemed to thicken, and it didn't look like he was joking, so he couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

    "Just let Xue Yan lead them here." Xiao Yuesheng said lightly, turning the green hosta in his hand.

    ¡°Alas¡ª¡ª!¡± Wen Yubing sighed helplessly and glanced at him: ¡°Okay then, let Xue Yan invite them here!¡±

    At the foot of Purple Mountain, Fan Xisheng and his group looked angry, glaring fiercely at the fog-shrouded top.

    "It's really disgusting!" Fan Cunyi was wearing a blue shirt at this time, full of energy and energy, looking at the misty surroundings, jumping on his feet, and said bitterly: "Dad, his Shuiyun Sect doesn't put our Shaolin at all.  In my eyes¡ª¡ª!¡±

    Fan Xisheng nodded solemnly and ignored his instigation. He turned to look at his master Yuanyin and shouted loudly: "Fan Xisheng, would you like to meet Master Laowen -!"

    The empty mountain is still silent.

    Fan Cunyi suddenly smiled and said: "Hey, dad, are they afraid? When they heard the master coming, they didn't dare to go to the prime minister?!"

    "Shut up!" Fan Xisheng shouted angrily, giving him a fierce look, feeling angry in his heart. He suffered so much last time, but he still didn't have a long memory. If it weren't for his lust for sex, how could he provoke such a person?  Troublesome character?  !

    Fan Cunyi hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes and stopped talking. He was used to being scolded by his father, so he was not afraid. He moved his eyes and kept looking at the surrounding situation. However, the fog was too heavy and he could not see far at all, so he could only vaguely see.  You can see rocks and trees.

    "Master Yuanyin, Hall Master Fan, the head master invites you!" A mellow and soft voice suddenly sounded, and suddenly, a graceful girl with a flowery appearance appeared in front of them. She wore a moon-white robe and a snow-white shirt.  The flawless skin is like a Gushe fairy who is not touched by the secular world.

    Monk Yuanyin suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his light flashed towards the girl. He was surprised that he didn't notice her approaching!

    This girl with ice and snow appearance was Song Xueyan who was responsible for the reception. She was stared at by Master Yuanyin. She smiled and nodded as if nothing had happened. She was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Master Yuanyin actually glanced at her, which made her look even more intimidating.  people.

      "Master, please." Seeing his master staring at him blankly, Fan Xisheng quickly reminded him softly to avoid being too rude.

    "Your master, you have so much magnificence!" Monk Yuanyin flicked his robe sleeves, tapped his Zen staff heavily, snorted angrily, and slowly moved forward, with the four yellow-robed monks following behind him.

    There were very few visitors from the Shuiyun Sect, but Song Xueyan was quite familiar with the ways of socializing. She explained softly: "The master, the master, was taking a nap, and he was afraid of neglecting the master and Hall Master Fan, so he sent the little girl to invite him in advance.  I'm sure Master won't be surprised if you guys go up the mountain?!"

    "No" Fan Cunyi suddenly spoke up, then stopped, and quickly glanced at his father. Seeing that he was not glaring at him, he straightened his chest and raised his head, looking forward.

    His lustful temper relapsed again. When he saw Song Xueyan's ice and snow appearance, he was intoxicated. Hearing her tell her not to be offended, he couldn't help but say that she was not offended. Fortunately, he woke up early. He couldn't help but secretly feel happy. His eyes drifted unconsciously.  Reached Song Xueyan's back.

    Song Xueyan¡¯s slender waist moves gracefully and gracefully, with lotuses sprouting at every step. Every gesture of her hands and feet is breathtaking and has captured Fan Cunyi¡¯s soul.

    Listening to Song Xueyan¡¯s gentle explanation, Monk Yuanyin didn¡¯t have any excuses to attack, so he could only grunt, holding his Zen staff, and followed her closely. The fog around him was getting thicker. Without her to lead the way, he might not be able to move even an inch.

    Fan Xisheng was secretly frightened. What he saw before him was more dangerous than the last time he came here. He didn't know how good or bad he would be if he went up the mountain this time. That Xiao Nanqiu was by no means a soft-hearted person. Maybe he really dared to risk the disapproval of the world.  Kill the master!

    He turned to look at the master in front of him, only to see his one eye staring at the girl's lotus feet. He couldn't help but be curious. With his master's cultivation, he would never have the same thoughts as his evil son.

    He also knew his master well. Yuanyin was indeed not fascinated by Song Xueyan's beauty, but stared at her lotus feet and studied her footwork.

    Yuan Yin has always been worried about the fact that she was not aware of the other party's appearance. It is hard to believe that a girl of such an age can surpass her in internal strength. It may be because of her mysterious light skills that she has hidden it from her eyes and ears.

    Song Xueyan was aware of the eyes behind her, but did not pay attention. Instead, she deliberately accelerated her pace, walking faster and faster, but she looked more elegant and calm.

    Yuan Yin and the others gradually started to perform Qing Gong, followed closely behind, their clothes were fluttering, and the temperature gradually became colder, as if they had entered the autumn season.

    After watching for a long time, Yuanyin understood in her heart that the opponent's Qinggong was really mysterious. At first glance, it looked like he was strolling in a leisurely manner, elegant and calm, but his speed was extremely fast, as if his eyes were deceiving him.

    "Is it okay, Master?" Song Xueyan kept walking, turned her head slightly, and asked with a smile to Monk Yuanyin behind her.

    At this time, Yuan Yin seemed to be panting like an ox from exhaustion, and his sudden rough breathing made people worry that he would not be able to catch his breath, so he went directly to see the Buddha.

    "It doesn't matter, this is Master's old problem, it doesn't matter." Fan Xisheng replied in a deep voice.

    Song Xueyan nodded, but her feet had slowed down a bit, which made Fan Cunyi, who was panting heavily behind her, even more itchy. She felt that such a beautiful woman with such a kind heart was really a fairy from heaven descending to earth.

    Song Xueyan led them directly to the cold valley. When they arrived at the cold lake, she turned around and smiled at them: "This is my uncle's cold valley."

    The formations on the cold lake have been withdrawn, revealing the clear and mirror-like surface of the lake. The icy cold air hit them directly, forcing them to use their skills to resist.

    Hanyan Pavilion is shrouded in the light of the lake, giving people an unreal feeling, as if it is the projection of the palace in the sky on the lake.

    Two exquisite human figures came in the waves, their moon-white robes fluttering, their graceful posture in the sky, like flying apsaras in the murals of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

    With a faint fragrance, Xiaodie and Xiaoqing floated over, landed gracefully in front of them, bowed gracefully, and Xiaodie said sweetly: "My young master has invited Master and Hall Master Fan!"

    Monk Yuanyin turned a blind eye to their allure. He lowered his head slightly, his face as sinking as water, and turned to look at his disciples. Xisheng was indeed true. This Lingbo Feidu's unique Qinggong skill is comparable to Shaolin's Yiweidu.  Jiang Geng is even better. With just this light skill, he can dominate the martial arts world.

    Fan Cunyi became stunned, attracted by the graceful way of Xiaodie and Xiaoqing flying through the air, and the scene of the two women flying in the air kept flashing before his eyes.

    Xiaodie and Xiaoqing have gradually become accustomed to this kind of stupid gaze. Quan pretends they haven't seen it. They turn slightly sideways to greet them and rise again, flying across the lake and landing on the small red-topped pavilion in the center of the lake.  middle.

    In the small pavilion, Wen Yubing, Xiao Yuesheng and others appeared, looking here from a distance.

    Xiao Yuesheng's voice suddenly came from the lake as clear as a mirror, as clear as jade: "I never thought that in a remote mountainous area, a master from Shaolin could actually come here.It¡¯s the fennel that adds to its splendor I, Xiao Nanqiu, respectfully invite Master Yuanyin to come!  "

    Song Xueyan finally said goodbye and left. Monk Yuanyin and Fan Xisheng were the only ones left by the lake. They saw Xiao Yuesheng standing in the small pavilion on the lake. He was holding his hands in the distance and could see his smiling expression.

    ?Obviously, this is posing a difficult problem for Monk Yuanyin and the others to see if they can be like Xiaodie and Xiaoqing.

    "Senior brother, is this too unkind?!" Lin Xiaoqing, wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, was standing beside Xiao Yuesheng, whispering with a deep smile in her voice.

    Monk Yuanyin used the lion's roar at the foot of the mountain, causing the entire Shuiyun sect to wake up from their lunch break, and even angered Lin Xiaoqing. She was deeply impressed by the elder brother's actions, but she wanted to condemn them verbally.  She has reached the depth of samadhi.

    "You - ah -!" Wen Yubing lightly brushed the hair on his temples and glared at the eldest disciple helplessly, feeling that he still acted like a child sometimes.

    Monk Yuanyin felt helpless and angry. This was really a naked provocation and embarrassment, deliberately looking at his own joke.

    He has great strength and excellent staff skills, but he is not good at light skills. He is really not sure about crossing such a long distance across the lake. If he falls halfway and falls into the cold lake, how can he have the dignity to stand in front of them?  before?  !

    "You guys stay, Xisheng comes with me." Monk Yuanyin took the stubby dead branch handed over by Fan Xisheng and ordered the four yellow-robed monks behind him.

    "Yes, Master." The four yellow-clothed monks are all disciples of the Hui generation. Their martial arts are good, but they are far inferior to their masters. No matter what, they can't cross the lake, so they simply don't have to go there to avoid losing it in vain.  face.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go¡ª¡ª!¡± Monk Yuanyin handed the Zen staff to the four of them, took a sword in their hands, hung it on his waist, shouted softly, and jumped into the lake.

    With dead branches as a cushion, they landed four times. With strong postures, they finally crossed the lake. The monk shoes and boots under their feet were wet, and they felt the cold air penetrated their bones. They pretended to be fine and landed in front of Xiao Yuesheng and the others.

    At this time, Yuanyin no longer had the same momentum as at the beginning, and the original intention of weighing the Shuiyun Sect had faded. However, at this time, it had become a tiger-riding trend and could only move forward.

    Xiao Yuesheng was the first to hand over his hand, and smiled heartily and gently: "How are you, Hall Master Fan? This must be Master Yuanyin, whom I have admired for a long time!  This is our master, Master Wen."

    Fan Xisheng deserves to be the master of the hall. Although he was angry in his heart, he could still force a smile and bowed to Wen Yubing: "I've met Master Wen, I've met Mr. Xiao."

    Wen Yubing lowered her jaw slightly, as cold as ice, like a goddess. Her clear eyes swept over his face, and fell on Monk Yuanyin. She closed her eyes slightly and said lightly: "Master, you are polite."

    Monk Yuanyin was also angry and depressed, but could not vent his anger, so he could only return the favor: "I have met Master Wen, poor monk Yuanyin."

    Then, Xiao Yuesheng introduced them one by one, and introduced Li Ruoyun and the others to Yuanyin and Fan Xisheng respectively. Even if they were not close to women, they would still inevitably feel ashamed in the presence of other women. These major disciples of the Shuiyun Sect were indeed  Too beautiful.

    Then, Xiao Yuesheng invited the two of them into the house to serve tea.

    On the surface, they were polite, but Monk Yuanyin was wary, and Fan Xisheng was even more so. He didn't mention the purpose of his visit at all, but seemed to be paying a special visit just out of curiosity.

    The delicacy and luxury of Hanyan Pavilion made Monk Yuanyin breathe a sigh of relief. A person's energy is limited. Once he is indulged in external enjoyment, he will not be able to concentrate on martial arts.

    They didn¡¯t mention their purpose of coming, but Xiao Yuesheng didn¡¯t want to let them go.

    The Shuiyun Sect has been regarded as his own territory. How can he allow others to infringe upon it? He will never allow others to come and leave as they please. If they dare to go up the mountain to rub the tiger's beard, if he doesn't show them some color, why not let them come in vain?  Once?  !
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