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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 182: Coming to the Door

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    Chapter 182 Coming to the door

    Most of the female disciples of Shuiyun Sect have returned to Zishan. Wen Yubing was a little worried, but asked the eldest disciple to send her back as well.

    In the early morning, Hanhu Lake is as clear as a mirror, and Hanyan Pavilion is looming in the light mist, just like a fairy palace in a heavenly palace or a jade pavilion and a beautiful tower.

    The two girls, Xiaodie and Xiaoqing, are practicing in the Qiong Forest with focused expressions. Although they are already the leaders of the Shuiyun Sect in martial arts, they feel that their talents are insufficient and they cannot be of much help. They can only practice their martial arts well.

    Wei Suxin was watching from the side with squinting eyes. She was wearing a lake-green blouse and a floor-length underskirt that made her figure look tall and elegant. A breeze blew, and her folds swayed lightly, like ripples in the lake.

    She did not practice any moves, she just practiced internal skills for beauty purposes. She was born in the palace, and she did not value her personal martial arts skills. A palace maid, no matter how powerful her martial arts skills were, if she was ordered to be executed, she would still have her wings inserted.  Can't escape.

    The disciples of the Shuiyun Sect are also practicing hard, and the entire Shuiyun Sect is full of enthusiasm and vitality.

    After a real killing, they have deeply understood the importance of martial arts. Martial arts is related to life. Although they had some understanding before, they did not experience it personally and always stayed on the surface. Now they no longer need Li Ruoyun and the others to supervise and practice hard on their own.

    Wen Yubing stood in front of the window of the boudoir, pressing the window lattice, looking through the open window at the lively scene of the martial arts field below, and said softly: "Aren't you afraid that Miss Zhao will bump into someone from the Shaolin sect?"

    Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a green shirt, sitting on the embroidered pier behind her, holding a snow porcelain tea cup, taking a sip honestly, and shook his head: "What are you afraid of?"

    "She knows about Perak Hall!" Wen Yubing closed the window, moved her lotus feet lightly, came to the couch, sat down slowly, raised her slender and round breasts, and leaned on the brocade quilt, elegant and attractive  , she raised her eyebrows, naturally exuding a charming coolness.

    Xiao Yuesheng's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head and took a sip of the tea. He smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, we did it perfectly this time. The disciples all covered their faces. Even if Zhao Min goes and says, we can beat him."  Palladium, doesn¡¯t she still have the Jade Blood Sect!¡±

    "Besides, no one has ever seen Qingya Xueyi and the others enter the city. They can't find anything to check, and they are just making empty promises and just talking." He said with a rather proud smile.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Except for Zhao Min and Li Yuru, no one else knew about their existence. Even the Shaolin Sect would never be able to detect them, so they can be ruled out.

    Wen Yubing frowned, feeling that his smile was not pleasing to the eye. Her anger rose and she couldn't help but snorted coldly: "If you don't want others to know, unless you don't do anything, how can the Shaolin sect have been standing for hundreds of years? Is it a fluke?!"

    Xiao Yuesheng gave a helpless smile, knowing that she was taking the opportunity to stir up trouble, to vent her anger a while ago, and to get rid of the Thunderbolt Hall. She did not agree with it at first, but due to her firm attitude, she was unable to refute. At this time, the Shaolin dispatched  , she felt panicked, and naturally wanted to look through the old accounts. Although she was the leader of a sect, she was still a woman in the final analysis, and she also held grudges like a little woman.

    Wen Yubing's tense jade face softened, her body relaxed, and she sighed: "Qiu'er, why do you have to go against Shaolin? We are a small sect and we can't bear such trouble!"

    Her voice was soft, and her cold face showed a hint of weakness, which was particularly pitiful, and Xiao Yuesheng felt the desire to embrace her.

    He took a breath, forced himself to suppress the desire, put the snow porcelain tea cup back on the table, turned around, sighed, and said slowly: "Master, martial arts is not the martial arts you thought. In the final analysis, martial arts determines everything.  You see, the Shaolin Sect has stood for hundreds of years and is known as the best in the world, but if Wudang and Emei join forces, they can destroy it."

    Wen Yubing's charming eyebrows frowned slightly, becoming more and more attractive. She hesitated, nodded, and acknowledged what the eldest disciple said.

    "The same is true for those famous sects. If there are a few small sects that are really ruthless enough to destroy them, why can they still stay? It is because of their deterrence." Xiao Yuesheng talked eloquently.  No rush, every sentence is extremely clear.

    "Deterrence?" Wen Yubing frowned and thought, his eyes casting on Xiao Yuesheng's face.

    Xiao Yuesheng picked up the snow porcelain tea cup again, took a sip, put down the tea cup, and said: "To subjugate the enemy without fighting is the highest state. This is the power of deterrencethe rest is like good and evil, like black and white.  , are all secondary.¡±

    Wen Yubing's bright eyes flashed, like the sparkling waves of the West Lake. The eldest disciple's words sounded a bit extreme at first, but after thinking about it for a while, it seemed to make some sense.

    "Even though we are the best in the world in martial arts, we are not second in martial arts. Our disciples are all weak women. People will never be convinced. Instead, we will cause countless troubles. Only by establishing power can we intimidate the heroes and save countless troubles."

    "But fewLin Sect" Wen Yubing was still hesitant. She had seen the martial arts of Shaolin monks when she was young, and its power was deeply rooted in her heart.

    "To establish your authority, choosing the strongest gang is the easiest way to save yourself the trouble over and over again!" Xiao Yuesheng said seriously.

    "What a loud tone, you!" Wen Yubing shook his head and sighed, glanced at him, and said angrily.

    "Haha" Xiao Yuesheng's expression changed very quickly, and the previous condensation suddenly dispersed, revealing a smile: "Master, have you ever seen me do anything inappropriate? Don't worry!"

    "You are so courageous, how can you make me feel at ease?!" Wen Yubing looked at him helplessly, her eyes like water, which could melt people's hearts.

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed twice and changed the subject. When talking about this harvest, Wen Yubing just listened and was not very interested.

    Chengdu City Perak Hall General Altar

    A dozen monks in yellow clothes stood with sticks in their hands, controlling several doors of the Perak Hall. They all had well-proportioned bodies and solemn expressions, just like a dozen Arhats guarding the door.

    In the hall, three monks were sitting opposite each other, their expressions were calm, neither sad nor happy. One of them, with his right eye open, was Master Yuanyin, the master of Fan Xisheng, the master of Perak Hall.

    Sitting above him were two old monks. The former, with his mouth corners drooping and a grimace, was the famous Shaolin monk Kong Zhi, Master Kongzhi.

    Opposite Monk Kongzhi is an old monk with white eyebrows. His snow-white eyebrows droop down as if to cover his eyes. His expression is kind and his eyes are soft and calm. It is obvious that he has a deep Buddha heart and is at ease and joyful.

    At this time, he held a string of sandalwood beads in his left hand, slowly moved them, and said kindly: "The swords hit Shenting, Tanzhong, and the throat at the same time. There is no way to fight back. This person's swordsmanship is extremely fast, extremely fast!"

    His voice is low and peaceful, with a warm power, and every word is as clear as the beads in his hand. This is because he has been chanting Buddhist sutras for a long time.

    Yuanyin had a gloomy face, and one eye shone brightly. Although Fan Xisheng was a lay disciple, he was highly valued by him. He was superb in martial arts and was the best among the lay disciples. His achievements were also impressive. He dominated the city of Chengdu, which was rare.  People and.

    But such an outstanding disciple was killed overnight. Yuanyin was heartbroken and her nameless karma was burning. She vowed to find the murderer and avenge her disciple.

    "Brother, can you tell what kind of sword technique this person uses?" Monk Kongzhi also had a gloomy face, looking even more sad.

    The old monk with white eyebrows shook his head and sighed: "It seems to be the Shanxi Yizi Hui Sword, and it also looks like the Yanxiang Electric Sword from Dengzhou, but they are both specious and cannot be traced."

    Kong Zhi's two eyebrows that were close to each other seemed to be connected. With a flash of light, he glanced at Yuanyin and sighed: "In recent years, Xi Sheng has offended many people, but with such martial arts, I'm afraid  not much¡­¡­"

    Yuan Yin¡¯s single eye flashed, the light disappeared, and he lowered his head in deep thought.

    He suddenly raised his head: "Xi Sheng has a strict temperament and will never mess with a master. However, his son's dissolute behavior caused him a lot of trouble. Not long ago, he got into trouble with the Shuiyun Sect."

    "Shuiyun Sect?" Monk Kongzhi frowned even more tightly.

    Although he is not the leader of the Shaolin sect, he pays a lot of attention to the affairs in the martial arts. He is no stranger to the Shuiyun sect. The wedding day of his eldest disciple was low-key, but it was shocking.

    Although the Shuiyun Sect today has a very small number of people, no one dares to look down upon it. The two head disciples of the Emei Sect have married the top disciples of the Shuiyun Sect. If they offend the Shuiyun Sect, they must first prepare for revenge from the Emei Sect.

    "Uncle, disciple I have paid a visit to the Shuiyun Sect!" Yuanyin hesitated for a moment and told what he had concealed.

    The last time he went to the Shuiyun Sect, he was exhausted and returned to the temple without saying much. After all, it was not a bright matter. At this time, it involved the death of his proud disciple, and he could no longer hide it.

    "That Xiao Nanqiu's martial arts skills are as good as those of my uncle." Yuanyin's left eye flashed, then lowered its head, and she said calmly.

    ¡°Where is his swordsmanship?¡± Monk Kongzhi¡¯s expression changed slightly and he asked with a frown.

    Among the four great monks of Shaolin, Kong sees compassion, Kong hears profoundly, Kongxing has no understanding of world affairs, and Kongzhi has a narrow mind. Although he practices Buddhism, it is difficult to change his nature. However, he has practiced martial arts to an extremely high level due to his desire to win.

    Monk Yuanyin shook his head and said solemnly: "This disciple has never seen him perform it. I only know that his internal power is profound and powerful, which is shocking."

    Wenfu

    The early morning breeze carries a hint of coolness, which is extremely rare in Chengdu. Except at this time, Chengdu is unbearably hot all the time.

    Xiao Yuesheng was hugging Xiaodie and Xiaoqing on the couch. He placed his hands on the Jade Girl Peak of the two girls, holding the red cherry on the snow-white peak between his fingers, and slept soundly.

    The light gauze curtain hangs low, covering the big bed, dividing it into a closed space, like a room within a room.

      The ivory bed is extremely spacious. Even if there are five or six people lying across it, it will not seem crowded. The horizontal shelf in front of the bed is stable and solid, and there are several white jade cups, jasper wine bottles, and several pots of fruit.

    Just at this moment, the window was suddenly knocked, and a clear and sweet voice sounded: "Brother, get up, someone is coming."

    Xiao Yuesheng slowly opened his eyes, sleepy, and said angrily: "Who is it, the princess is visiting again?"

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    "Well, she is hereand there are a few Shaolin monks." The person outside the window seemed to be holding back a smile, and hearing her coquettish voice, she knew it was Lin Xiaoqing who spoke.

    "No, let them come over at noon!" Xiao Yuesheng closed his eyes again, snorted angrily, tightened his big hands, and buried his head in Xiaoqing's shiny black hair.

    Both Xiaodie and Xiaoqing have woken up, with the unfaded spring spirit still on their brows. They are charming and charming. When they see their husband talking like this, they can't help but purse their lips and smile.

    Xiaodie's skin was like cream, her cheeks were slightly rosy, and she was white and rosy, like a ripe peach. People couldn't help but want to take a bite. She nudged her husband, pursed her lips and said, "Young Master, it's better.  Get up before the leader comes and pulls your ears."

    Xiaoqing's whole body was like a piece of white jade, exuding a slight warm luster. She turned around and faced Xiao Yuesheng. She tried her best to open her bright eyes, her eyes were blurred, and she said softly: "Young Master, he is a monk from Shaolin.  "

    Her expression was indescribably coquettish, prompting Xiao Yuesheng to peck her red lips and hum, "Don't worry about them, just go back to sleep!"

    I haven't seen them for a few days, and he whipped them very hard last night. Although the two women were already very skilled, they still felt sleepy. After listening to a few words, they finally couldn't bear the overwhelming sleepiness, so they squinted their eyes again and entered.  A state of not sleeping but sleeping.

    "Brother, it's better to get up quickly. Master sent me here." Xiao Yuesheng could hear that the third junior sister was suppressing a smile.

    "Okay, these great monks are really guilty of disturbing people's dreams!" Xiao Yuesheng had no choice but to complain a few words and had to get up.

    ??Xiaodie forced her eyelids to stand up, put on a moon-white silk robe, wrapped her smooth white body, and served him to dress.

    "Third junior sister, bring a basin of water." Xiao Yuesheng couldn't bear to leave her, so he shouted out the window.

    "I know!" Lin Xiaoqing responded coquettishly, her voice drawn out, and she seemed very unhappy.

    "Young Master" Xiaodie couldn't help but call.

    "It doesn't matter, go back and go back to sleep." Xiao Yuesheng stroked her hair, pushed her back on the big ivory bed, covered her with the moon-white silk quilt, and patted her gently, as if to coax her to sleep.

    He was so gentle and considerate, which made Xiaodie extremely sweet. She closed her eyelids with a smile, as if she were soaking in a hot spring, and quickly fell asleep.

    After being washed up by Lin Xiaoqing, Xiao Yuesheng wore a sapphire blue gown and walked gracefully into the main hall of Wen Mansion.

    As soon as he stepped into the hall, Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and cupped his hands. As he walked in, he cupped his hands and said with a warm smile: "The presence of several masters and Buddhas really adds to the splendor of the Buddha. I apologize for not going out to greet you in person."  !¡±

    Master Kongzhi still had a grimace on his face, without showing a trace of a smile. He clasped his hands together and asked slightly: "Donor Xiao, you're welcome!"

    The other monks came to greet him one after another. The dozen or so young monks held sticks and stood behind Master Kongzhi, while his senior brother and Yuanyin sat under him.

    Zhao Min was wearing a snow-white Luo shirt, shaking a white jade folding fan, sitting under Wen Yubing, smiling sweetly at him.

    Xiao Yuesheng just cupped his hand towards her and pretended he didn't see her, turning his head away from her, causing her to clench her silver teeth.
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