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- Chapter 305: Causing Trouble
She is none other than Jiang Nanyun, who is rushing on horseback.
This horse is extremely majestic. It is black from top to bottom without a trace of color. It looks like it is covered with a square of black satin, shining in the sun.
The four hooves are white as snow. Obviously, this horse is a world-famous horse. It is rare to see in the Central Plains. It has a price but no market.
She jumped off the horse lightly, let go of the reins, and the horse turned over and trotted, running into the distance to find a resting place on its own.
Standing in front of the Shaolin Temple, she put her hands behind her hands and looked at the ancient locust trees, stone tablets, and statues one by one, feeling the rich and vast atmosphere.
There are two young monks in front of the temple, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Their faces are still childish, their heads are bare, and their lips have grown velvety beards.
When the two young monks saw Jiang Nanyun, they were frightened by his appearance. They stood there for a moment and pushed each other twice. A young monk shyly came over and clasped his hands together as a tithe: "This female benefactor, our temple does not accept female guests. ,excuse me."
His voice was hoarse, and he had just changed his voice. His expression was shy, and his eyes did not dare to meet Jiangnan Yunrushui's eyes, and he lowered his head to speak.
Bright eyes turned around on him, Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled: "Little master, go and tell Master Fang Zheng that the little girl Jiang Nanyun is coming to visit, and there is a letter written by the master, which needs to be presented to the master abbot. !¡±
"Female donor, wait a moment." The young monk nodded hurriedly, turned around and left, not daring to look again. He kept chanting sutras and mantras in his mouth, calming down the demons, and trotted into the temple.
Another young monk outside the temple gate looked at him from a distance, with his hands clasped together, and he glanced at Jiang Nanyun from time to time. He muttered something, not daring to get close, but reluctant to leave, feeling extremely conflicted in his heart.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, Nana walked up to him and said with a smile: "Little master, did you arrest a woman a while ago?"
"I don't know, little monk." The young monk replied hurriedly.
"Monks don't tell lies," Jiang Nanyun said with a smile: "Little master, is it true, or do you not know?"
The little monk looked up and made eye contact with Jiang Nanyun. He felt that her eyes were clear and deep, as if she could suck people's souls in. He didn't dare to look anymore, so he lowered his head and shook his head.
"Oh, I don't know." Jiang Nanyun's voice was as soft as honey, with an indescribable alluring charm.
"Yeah." The little monk nodded quickly.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, thinking it was very interesting to tease this little monk. At this moment, an old monk slowly walked out of the temple with a broom and swept the floor in front of the temple.
Jiangnan Yunming's eyes narrowed and he looked at the monk carefully.
This old monk is about fifty years old. His body is thin and his movements are slow. But when he looks at it, he doesn't feel stagnant. Instead, he is smooth and mysterious.
Jiang Nanyun nodded secretly. It seemed that the master was not completely lying. The sweeping monk in front of him was also a master.
In his spare time, Xiao Yuesheng once told her some martial arts allusions, and the Eight Parts of Demi-Gods also used them as stories.
So when she saw the old monk sweeping the floor, she felt wary and watched intently, not daring to look down upon him. She didn't expect that he was really a master.
??The Jade Xu Jue turns quickly, and the five senses are raised to their peak state. They feel the depth of this sweeping monk. After a while, they know it in their mind.
Although his martial arts skills are still inferior to mine, if placed in the martial arts world, he is still enough to be among the first-class masters.
She clasped her jade hands together, bowed from a distance, and said nothing.
The old monk sweeping the floor had a kind look on his face, clasped his hands together, and returned the salute, then waved his broom to sweep away the dead branches and leaves on the ground in front of the temple.
The sound of the bell suddenly rang, the temple door opened wide, and a group of monks in yellow clothes poured out, each holding a copper stick, and their energy was sharp and compelling.
They are all strong middle-aged men, at the peak of their lives, with full physical strength and energy, and they look like men made of bronze.
These monks poured out and quickly divided themselves into rows, leaving a passage in the middle for two people to walk side by side.
Master Fang Zheng came slowly, wearing a cassock and holding Buddhist beads in his hand. He had a kind smile on his face and was friendly and easy-going.
Behind him, Master Fang Sheng followed closely, also holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, slowly moving it, closing his eyes slightly, and seemed not to wake up.
There are several monks behind them, all of whom are elderly, have solemn treasures and extraordinary bearing, and are even better than Master Fangzheng.
"Donor Jiang, please come here and bring glory to our temple!" Master Fang Zheng stepped down the steps, his eyes were soft and he chuckled.
Jiang Nanyun took a step forward, clasped his jade hands together, and bowed: "Young lady has seen the master!"
??????????? She said, "Master, I'm sorry."Come on, I'm sorry. "
"Donor Jiang is very polite." Master Fang Zheng said with a slight smile, turned around and raised his hand: "Please go to the temple to talk!"
Jiang Nanyun nodded, pursed his lips and smiled, shining brightly, as if a person was like a jade sculpture. When illuminated by the light, it exuded a misty brilliance that was dazzling.
Master Fang Zheng has a firm Zen mind and is not obsessed with appearance. No matter how beautiful or ugly he is, he is just a skin. There is no need to pay attention to it, so his expression is as usual.
The monks behind him, all of whom were good at practicing Buddhism, looked at her, closed their eyes slightly, and recited the Immortal King Mantra in their hearts.
They felt deeply that the magical appearance of heavenly demons was indeed something that ordinary people could not resist. Buddha Sakyamuni was able to resist it because he had great wisdom and concentration.
"Donor Jiang, I'm sorry. Our sect has temple rules and women are not allowed to enter the temple. I can only trouble Donor Jiang to feel aggrieved here." Master Fang Zheng looked apologetic.
The place they are in is not the Shaolin Temple, but a small courtyard next to it, used to entertain guests.
"Master, you're welcome." Jiangnan Yunzhen shook his head slightly.
In the Zen room, there were only Master Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng. The three of them were sitting at a round table, sipping tea.
Jiangnan Yunyu reached into her arms, took out a letter, and handed it to Master Fang Zheng with both hands: "This is a letter to Master Fang Zheng, written by my master."
Master Fang Zheng took it, opened the envelope in front of his face, and started looking at it.
When he first saw the letter, he exclaimed in admiration. The words written by Xiao Yuesheng had reached a state of perfection, elegant and vigorous, with many changes, and the mind was intoxicated when he looked at them.
But after reading the letter, Master Fang Zheng smiled slightly, with a hint of a wry smile.
"Abbott, what did Almsgiver Xiao say?" Master Fang Sheng saw the strange expression on his senior brother's face and asked in a low voice out of curiosity.
"Donor Xiao just said a few greetings." Master Fang Zheng smiled, handed over the letter, and looked at Jiang Nanyun.
"Thank you very much, Donor Xiao, for your kindness." Master Fang Zheng smiled and pointed at the letter: "Donor Xiao said that Donor Jiang would like to learn some Shaolin martial arts"
Jiang Nanyun was startled and reacted very quickly. He nodded and said: "Exactlythe martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin. The little girl has always admired Shaolin martial arts. Unfortunately, she has never had the opportunity to see it, so she wanted to go directly to the mountain to ask for advice."
Master Fang Zheng sighed, shook his head, and said: "Donor Jiang, I, a Shaolin disciple, practice martial arts to strengthen his body and benefit his cultivation of Buddhism, but he does not want to be brave and aggressive"
"Master, don't you want me to take action?" Jiang Nanyun interrupted him and smiled sweetly.
Master Fang Zheng nodded: "In a martial arts competition, the sword has no eyes, so it is inevitable that there will be damage. Buddhist disciples, don't be obsessed with winning or losing. Donor Jiang, forgive me."
Jiangnan Yunming's eyes turned, and countless thoughts came to his mind, but he rejected them all. This master Fangzheng is a highly virtuous Buddhist, but he is too presumptuous and can't bear it.
She changed the topic, her eyes were like water, and she asked with a smile: "Master, I heard that Miss Ren Yingying is in Shaolin, I wonder if she is?"
"That's right." Master Fang Zheng nodded and sighed kindly: "This girl is too violent and harms others and herself. I lecture on sutras every day and try to calm her mind and turn her violent spirit away."
"The master lectures in person. Miss Ren is very blessed." Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled.
Master Fang Zheng sighed, shook his head and said: "Alas I am too weak in cultivation and the effect is not effective. On the contrary, it aroused Miss Ren's anger."
"Miss Ren and I are good friends. I would like to visit for a while. Is that presumptuous?" Jiangnan Yun raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile.
Master Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, since you are Miss Ren's friend, please advise her, she has been on a hunger strike."
¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Jiangnan Yunyu¡¯s face changed, and her bright eyes suddenly flashed, radiating like lightning.
"Since entering this temple, Miss Ren has been on a hunger strike. She has no choice but to feed her with elixir." Master Fang Zheng looked compassionate and sighed.
"I'll go take a look." Jiangnan Yunteng stood up with a solemn face, filled with majesty and momentum like a mountain.
They came to a small courtyard, not far from the previous courtyard.
Such a quiet courtyard is so relaxing and refreshing, and it couldn't be more beautiful.
"Donor Jiang, Miss Ren is inside, please come in, I will be waiting outside." Master Fang Zheng said with a smile, and stopped in front of the small courtyard.
"Master, won't you go in?" Jiang Nanyun was surprised.
Master Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled kindly: "It's very inconvenient for you friends to meet and I am beside you."
Jiang Nanyun nodded, the chill on Yu's face melted away a little, and he titheed, stepped up the steps, and entered the small courtyard.
ThisThe environment of the small courtyard is quiet and quiet. There are bamboos in the courtyard. The breeze blows gently and the bamboo forest rustles like the sound of nature, making it even more quiet.
She took a deep breath, stepped lightly, walked through the path between the bamboo forests, came to the small pavilion in the courtyard, and raised her voice: "Sister Ren, are you here?"
The bamboo door creaked open, and Ren Yingying stood at the door, wearing a black gauze on her face. A gust of wind blew, and her clothes were fluttering.
Jiang Nanyun moved and appeared in front of the bamboo door. He bowed and smiled sweetly: "How are you doing, Sister Ren?!"
"Nanyun, why are you here?!" Ren Yingying looked at her quietly with bright eyes like water.
Jiang Nanyun stepped forward to support her and looked her over, with a look of distress on her beautiful face: "Sister Ren looks very haggard!"
The two of them entered the bamboo house and sat down on the bamboo couch in the inner room.
"What are you wearing this old thing for?" Jiang Nanyun raised the question, and the black gauze on Ren Yingying's face flew up and slowly fell to the side.
Ren Yingying's jade face, which is both happy and angry, is revealed. It is as white as jade, with a faint hint of pink, and is so tender that it can be squeezed out of water. Her eyebrows are like distant daisy, and her eyes are like autumn water. The facial features are matched together, making her look indescribably graceful and luxurious.
Jiang Nanyun raised her slender breasts and sat sideways with her upper body straight and straight. She pursed her lips and smiled: "I am here to visit you, sister, on the orders of my master!"
"He¡ª¡ª?!" The smile on Ren Yingying's jade face disappeared and her eyes dimmed.
Jiang Nanyun hurriedly waved his hand: "Let's not talk about master, sister Ren, you are a saint of the devil's sect and you are imprisoned in Shaolin. Why is no one coming to rescue you?!"
Ren Yingying looked cold and didn't care. She said nonchalantly: "Maybe she knows that my father is out."
"Well, that's true" Jiang Nanyun nodded, thought for a while, and smiled: "Now that your father's martial arts has returned to its peak, it's time to come and save you!"
"My dad?!" Ren Yingying's expression changed, her brows raised, and her beautiful face showed worry: "My dad's martial arts has recovered?!"
"Not only has he recovered, but his skills have also improved greatly!" Jiang Nanyun nodded and pursed his lips with a smile.
Ren Yingying hesitated for a moment, then her voice deepened: "Then your master?"
"Don't worry!" Jiang Nanyun chuckled: "As long as your father doesn't mess with him, Master probably won't care too much. I'm afraid he had a back-up plan at the beginning."
"Alas" Ren Yingying let out a long sigh, her face was pale and bloodless, and her body was trembling slightly: "I would rather dad not resume martial arts"
Jiang Nanyun nodded, quite understanding her thoughts.
"Sister Ren, you are very haggard. Isn't it important?" Jiang Nanyun asked with concern, his bright eyes wandering around her body.
"It doesn't matter." Ren Yingying waved her hand.
"Sister, you haven't suffered any grievances, have you?!" Jiangnan Yunyu's face was tense, and there was a faint electric light in her bright eyes, which was about to burst out at any time.
"Although the Shaolin monk is annoying, he doesn't bother me much." Ren Yingying shook her head and sighed, "It's just that the monk Fang Zheng is also annoying. He comes to lecture every daylike hundreds of mosquitoes. It¡¯s buzzing, it¡¯s so annoying!¡±
Jiang Nanyun chuckled.
"Don't laugh, you don't know how annoying it is to listen to the old monk preaching!" Ren Yingying glared at her and said coquettishly.
"Giggle, Master Fang Zheng is a virtuous monk. According to my teacher, he has profound Buddhist cultivation, which is extremely rare. Being able to listen to his sermons in person is something that countless Buddhist believers dream of doing, but you find it annoying, giggle !" Jiang Nanyun said with a smile.
"I don't believe in Buddhism, he is talking to a cow!" Ren Yingying snorted.
As she spoke, her body suddenly swayed, swaying, and her face suddenly turned pale, without a trace of blood.
Jiang Nanyun was slightly startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him and check for his pulse. Er slowly exhaled and relaxed his frown.
She suddenly remembered something, stretched out her green-white index finger, and straightened her two curved eyebrows, very seriously.
Last time, she heard her master say that if you frown often, wrinkles will appear quickly, which is a very scary thing.
After arranging her eyebrows, she pressed her palms on Ren Yingying's vest, passing through a burst of infuriating energy. The indifferent infuriating energy slowly entered, circulated in the body, and generated yang energy, making her whole body warm and melting.
She took out a porcelain vase from her pocket, poured out a red pill, the size of a longan, and brought it to her mouth. She tapped her cheek teeth and made a movement of her mouth with her fingers. The mouth suddenly opened, and the pill fell down and entered her mouth. Instantly melted and flowed into the abdomen.
After doing this, slowly put Ren Yingying down, lying flat on her back, facing up to the sky, like a statue made of beautiful jade.
Jiang Nanyun's true energy took effect very quickly. As soon as it circulated in his body, Ren Yingying's long eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Alas" Jiang Nanyun looked at her pityingly, shook his head and said, "Sister Ren, why are you doing this?!"
Ren Yingying didn't speak, she stared blankly at the roof and the beams on the top, as if she was in a state of heaven and not in this world.
"My master won't know that you are suffering like this." Jiang Nanyun sighed and whispered, his jade face full of pity.
She felt that Ren Yingying was very pitiful, suffering from love, and torturing herself like this. She was afraid that if she died, she would make her master feel guilty and happy.
"I'm trapped like this, it's better to just die!" Ren Yingying said lightly, her tone was indescribably indifferent and without enthusiasm.
"This is nothing to be ashamed of," Jiang Nanyun shook his head disapprovingly and advised: "Master Fang Zheng is one of the best in the world. Who can be better off under him?!"
Ren Yingying remained silent, staring blankly at the roof, her watery eyes dull and lifeless.
Jiang Nanyun sighed secretly in his heart, and suddenly felt a hatred for his master. For such a beautiful woman, it was really a sin for his master to make her suffer like this!
She suddenly had an impulse. She had the responsibility to help make up for the mistakes made by her master. She could not let Miss Ren suffer like this anymore!
"Miss Ren, actually, master sent me here this time to deliver a personal letter." Jiang Nanyun suddenly whispered mysteriously.
Ren Yingying remained silent, but her watery eyes were focused. Although she didn't speak, she was obviously listening.
Jiang Nanyun whispered: "Do you know what the master said?"
Ren Yingying shook her head and turned to look at her.
"Master is asking Master Fang Zheng to let you go!" Jiang Nanyun pursed her red lips tightly, her tone was slow and forceful, and her eyes were firm.
"He would do this¡ª¡ª?!" Ren Yingying sat up, her whole body warm, the cold and weak feeling faded away, she felt indescribably comfortable.
"Why can't master?!" Jiang Nanyun said hurriedly, and hummed in a deep voice: "My master is not afraid of anything, and he always does whatever he wants!"
"Well, that's true." Ren Yingying nodded.
Then, she shook her head again: "He won't,are you trying to make me happy?!"
Jiangnan Yun Da was dissatisfied and said angrily: "It's a puppy that's lying! The letter is with Master Fang Zheng. If you don't believe it, come and have a look!"
Ren Yingying's bright eyes turned several times on her face, trying to see whether she was lying.
Jiang Nanyun looked at her with firm eyes, showing no sign of timidity at all. Instead, he said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you look at me like that?!Sister Ren, have I ever lied to anyone?!"
Ren Yingying suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at her, shook her head, and said in her heart, you have lied and deceived people countless times.
Suddenly, she felt her mood inexplicably improve, as if a ray of sunshine shone in, dispelling the cold and darkness.
Jiang Nanyun sighed secretly, alas, for the sake of Master, I can only be a puppy once, and I can¡¯t care about so much anymore.
The letter was sealed in wax, and she didn't have the guts to open it privately, but she knew in her heart that the master would definitely not mention it.
But looking at Master Fang Zheng¡¯s expression, there must be a hint from Master.
Jiang Nanyun said seriously: "Sister Ren, take good care of yourself first. In two days, let's go out together!"
"Didn't he write a letter to Master Fang Zheng?" Ren Yingying frowned.
"Yes," Jiang Nanyun nodded, then hummed and said angrily: "Master Fang Zheng will naturally not agree, so he can only force his way in!"
"It seems that he has too little face" Ren Yingying smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.
She disliked Xiao Yuesheng's arrogant self-confidence and that he had everything under control. If someone could suppress him, she would feel gloating in her heart.
Jiang Nanyun sighed helplessly and shook his head with emotion: "Master has always kept a low profile and kept a low profile. His ability to connect with the gods is unknown to others. No wonder others don't give him face!"
Ren Yingying pursed her lips and smiled, and glanced at Jiang Nanyun. She wanted to say something sarcastic, but she felt it was inappropriate and could only swallow her words.
She changed the topic and said slowly and nonchalantly: "I heard that Master Yilin became the head of the Hengshan Sect?!"
"Well, Master Dingxian's Taichuan is located in Junior Master Yilin." Jiang Nanyun nodded, thinking about what to do next.
"She must be very happy that she has become the head of the Hengshan Sect at such a young age?" Ren Yingying said lightly.
Jiang Nanyun nodded, a little absent-mindedly, suddenly woke up, and said with a smile: "No, my junior uncle has now become the head of the Hengshan Sect. It is really surprising."
Ren Yingying nodded and glanced at her.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Master also went to watch the ceremony, and he was also very happy."
"His good girl is so happy, so naturally she is happy." Ren Yingying said without saltiness, with a hint of jealousy.
Ren Yingying felt prickly about the brother-sister relationship between Xiao Yuesheng and Yi Lin, and she always felt that their relationship was by no means that simple.
Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and chuckled, shaking her head secretly. Miss Ren is still a jealous person. Master must have suffered a lot!
"Brother, can you safely let Nan Yun go to Shaolin?!" Liu Jing snuggled into Xiao Yuesheng's arms, looked up at him, and asked in a low voice.
There is a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight shines on the window.
Xiao Yuesheng and Liu Jing were lying on the large couch. Liu Jing rested on Xiao Yuesheng's arm and nestled in his arms, lingering in the faint fragrance.
Xiao Yuesheng responded nonchalantly: "Why are you worried? Go and see what's going on."
He was holding a book in his hand and was looking at it intently. He put his other big hand on her creamy pink back and rubbed it gently, feeling the soft and smooth feeling.
Liu Jing exhaled and said softly: "Nanyun is a woman and cannot enter the Shaolin Temple. If she becomes competitive and insists on entering, she will cause trouble."
"Although Nanyun is weird and daring, he still knows the general idea." Xiao Yuesheng put down the book and smiled slightly.
Liu Jing shook her head, her black satin-like hair swaying, and said with a slight smile: "People say that a disciple is better than a teacher. I see, you are mistaken."
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Xiao Yuesheng chuckled.
"Nanyun feels that your master is a master of martial arts and is not afraid of anything. He has no fear of the Shaolin sect at all. He is very worried." Liu Jing was a little worried.
Although she said she ignored martial arts matters, she was born in Hengshan and had a deeper feeling for the power of Shaolin than ordinary people.
"Shaolin, if you offend, you will be offended." Xiao Yuesheng said casually.
Liu Jing¡¯s bright eyes flashed with brilliance. She raised her head and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng: ¡°Brother, did you let Nan Yun make trouble on purpose?!¡±
Xiao Yuesheng patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, even if she offends Shaolin, she is a child and is not sensible. I will just go and accompany her."
"I knew that Nanyun's behavior was not good. Brother, you" Liu Jing sighed helplessly and glanced at him, her eyes moving and charming.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and tightened his hands, a little apologetically.
"Jing'er, I'm leaving for Shaolin in two days." He gently stroked Liu Jing's pink hair and said softly.
"What are you going to do in Shaolin?" Liu Jing was puzzled.
"Nanyun will inevitably get into trouble. I'll clean it up to avoid causing too much trouble." Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled.
"Well, that's true." Liu Jing thought for a moment and nodded: "Brother, you must be careful not to conflict with Shaolin. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Shaolin Temple, but they are very powerful!"
"I will be careful." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and patted her soft and smooth pink back.
In the early morning, Xiao Yuesheng took a late nap. When he got up, the sun had already risen into the sky. The sun was shining brightly on the windows, making the room bright and clear. It was another rare good weather.
Xiao Yuesheng was served by Xiao He, dressed neatly, washed, had breakfast, and walked in the back garden, holding a book in one hand while strolling on the flower garden or the corridor of the small lake.
Later, he simply left the villa, strolled through the straight road between the woods, went up to the Sudi Causeway on the West Lake, and walked leisurely on the embankment.
At that time, I found a wooden chair to sit down, read a book for a while, then got up and took a walk, which was very leisurely.
Near noon, he boarded the boat.
The boat swayed away from the embankment, like a leaf, floating leisurely towards the boat in the middle of the lake, which was Su Qingqing's boat.
On top of the painting, there will definitely be He Xueqing and Song Mengjun.
Xiao Yuesheng likes He Xueqing's dishes, and it's time to have a meal at lunch time. Her cooking skills and Xiao He's are different, but she has been eating Xiao He's dishes. This time, she has a different twist, and it's so delicious. Naturally gluttonous.
From a distance, a crisp laughter came from the fat, and it was comfortable in the ears, as if all the pores around the body opened, listening to this wonderful laughter.
Xiao Yuesheng heard that He Xueqing was laughing and coughed loudly, which was heard from afar.
The laughter stopped suddenly, and the beaded curtain on the painting moved. Xiaoxiang stepped out of the painting, leaned on the railing, and said with a sweet smile: "Mr. Xiao!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and nodded as a greeting.
"Mr. Xiao, Miss He is about to start cooking, and she is still wondering whether you are coming, sir." Xiao XiangyingCome up and say with a sweet smile.
She is also a beautiful woman with a charming appearance, but she has always kept a low profile, and Su Qingqing's brilliance has covered her up.
Xiao Yuesheng stepped onto the painting with a smile. Xiaoxiang held up the curtain in front and said softly: "Miss, Mr. Xiao is here!"
"Please come in quickly." Su Qingqing was like a gust of wind, floating out, her smile was like a flower, as beautiful and bright as a flower.
Wearing a moon-white gown, she is as bright and flawless as a white lotus, blooming quietly.
Behind her, Song Mengjun was wearing a sapphire blue shirt, and He Xueqing was wearing white clothes, spotless and calm.
"I'm here to eat again." Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and laughed, then put his hands behind his back, stepped into the painting, went directly to the balcony window, and sat on the wicker chair.
"I haven't done it yet, and you're here!" He Xueqing snorted, squinting at him and giving him a blank look.
"Okay, okay, Sister He, don't be reluctant." Su Qingqing said hurriedly, took Xiaoxiang's tea cup, and brought it to Xiao Yuesheng herself.
"You" He Xueqing shook her head and gave Su Qingqing a helpless look, complaining that she was too unreserved and spoiled Xiao Yuesheng.
"Mr. Xiao, I heard that you are going to Shaolin?" Song Mengjun spoke with an indifferent tone, staring at him with a pair of water-like eyes.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, knowing that it must have come from Madam.
¡°I want to go to Shaolin to see a thing or two, can you take me with you?¡± Song Mengjun asked calmly, his face as cold as ice.
" Xiao Yuesheng is not surprised. She has always had such an expression, refusing to let people stay thousands of miles away. It was better for a while, but since He Xueqing's arrival, she has returned to her original state.
Xiao Yuesheng hesitated and frowned slightly: "My trip to Shaolin is quite dangerous"
"I'll be careful, don't worry." Song Mengjun said first, with an indifferent expression.
Xiao Yuesheng thought for a while and nodded slowly: "that's fine, let's go together."
"Mr. Xiao, I want to go too!" Su Qingqing said hurriedly, her bright eyes staring at him with a look of pleading.
"You can't leave me behind!" He Xueqing also said.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the three of them with gentle eyes and nodded: "Okay, let's all come together. However, women cannot enter Shaolin, so they can only take a look outside. Don't be disappointed."
Su Qingqing cheered and smiled. She had been staying here. Although she felt safe and warm, it would be great to follow Xiao Yuesheng for a walk outside.
Early the next morning, the four of them left Guanyun Villa, surrounded by four horses. They said goodbye to Liu Jing, climbed on the horses, rode together, and left.
Xiao Yuesheng was wearing a green shirt, and the other three girls were wearing sapphire blue shirts to prevent them from getting too dirty with dust and making them uncomfortable to look at.
Along the way, they traveled non-stop, traveling in the morning and staying overnight, not meddling in other people's business, so as not to delay their trip and arrive too late.
On this day, they arrived in Henan.
When they arrived in Henan, they were not in a hurry. They entered a big city and found an inn to stay and check out the news about Shaolin.
He Xueqing is the best at asking for information. She volunteered, so she didn¡¯t need Xiao Yuesheng to step in. She could just go out on her own.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded in agreement and meditated in the inn. In the past few days, the vitality around him was shaking, showing signs of breakthrough, just in response to the martial fire.
Slowly, gradually, you enter a wonderful state. Your body seems to melt, soft and mellow, without any obstruction. Your vitality flows like lake water, faster and faster, and it has the potential to break through.
He was immersed in the wonderful realm, feeling happy and about to break through. Suddenly, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in a hurry. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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