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The night receded, and dawn was just born.

In the Huanghuangjue Temple, the horseshoes were anxious. A young monk was riding a horse in the snow yesterday, and he was passing between many temples.

The faint scent of incense lingers in this thousand-year ancient temple.

Qiu Jiaojiao reflects the vicissitudes of the millennium through snow.

Purr ~

The little monk turned over and dismounted, about to enter the temple.

Suddenly he heard thunder rolling, suddenly startled, then calmed down.

"It's that purr again?"

The young monk quietly glanced at a quiet house in the distance.

The house was close to Houshan, backed by the stupa, and in front of it was a large lake surrounded by trees, very quiet and quiet.

The closest hall to it was forty and fifty feet.

"Shall I have a look?"

My little monk's heart beats a little hurriedly.

He didn't meet the Taoist Chief in that house, but he heard a lot about him.

Twenty-three months ago, after the Taoist chief struck eighty-one Huangjue bells and shaken the entire Huangjue Temple, rumors about the Taoist preacher had been spread among their brothers and sisters.

It is said that the Taoist is one and two feet tall, and one waist and two feet tall. He can run horses on his arms, and his thighs are thicker than the old trees. He can eat three hundred pounds of rice for a meal, and add a large rice dumpling.

Otherwise, how can it ring the emperor's clock?

I want to know that Huang Juezhong has been beaten down for more than three months, and still lying there quietly.

The monks in the monk hall are so powerful, each of them has a lot of power, but the one hundred and eighty people can't shake a little bit!

Believe it or not, the monk doesn't know, but he believes it.

He came to the horse every day to light up incense, but he could hear the purr that was scarier than thunder.

Snoring and snoring are like thunder. If he farts, he must not collapse the yard!

多 How powerful should this be?

The young monk throbbed ‘bang bang’, lit the last incense, and tied the horse to the doorpost.

I carefully approached the house.

He is also a kung fu man, his steps are very gentle, and he doesn't make any sound when he steps on the thick snow.

After a short while, he approached the house.

As he approached, the little monk couldn't bear it anymore.

Beyond Baizhang, the thunder was still very small, but the closer it got, the louder the thunder became, the more than thirty feet away, he was already dizzy.

‘It ’s too great! ’

Xiao Xiao Monk's heart jumped further and further.

搬运 He quietly carried the internal force, and approached the house carefully, and as soon as he walked into the thirty feet, his body suddenly became warm, as if immersed in hot water, warm.

The cold in the early morning of winter seemed to disappear.

"Guy! How warm is the snow here?"

The monk Xiao Xun was more surprised and more curious.

Along with this heat, he only felt that the snoring sound like thunder didn't seem to be so unpleasant.

On the contrary, he made his body tremble very comfortably, as if he broke his leg once again on horseback, and the uncle massaged his muscles for himself.

Cozy, he almost groaned.

I walked two steps and came to the door. The little monk looked at the effect with a probe, and lay on the door carefully, looking into the crack of the door.

The courtyard is so big. The courtyard where our thirty brothers live together is not half the size of the courtyard.

I was a marvel at first.

Then he saw a Taoist.

A young Taoist in a white robe, but without a crown, seems to be traveling like Fangye Road.

‘Where ’s Zhang Ergao, my brothers are really lying to me ...’

I looked at the ordinary Taoist, and the little monk was a little disappointed.

道 This Taoist is not as powerful as rumors, his body is bland, and there does not seem to be a master of rumors.

If he didn't take a closer look, he widened his eyes.

The man sat cross-legged, with five hearts to the sky, his robe moved without wind, looming, he could see under his thin shirt, as if glowing body.

What's wrong, it's not that his body is glowing, but that there are constant light spots around him.

He seemed to be absorbing light spots one by one.

The large yards seemed to be blowing strong winds, and the fallen leaves occasionally fell below the yard and were blown up.

Suddenly, those thunders really came from his body.

Moreover, the sound is more than ten times louder than that heard outside!

Woo!

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.

This time, it looks like the mud puppet in the temple has turned into a real Buddha, and the carved stone statue has become a true god!

The eyes of that man light up like the sun and the moon.

His body seems to condense all the light between heaven and earth. At this moment, the entire courtyard and the entire heaven and earth have become dark, even darker than the deepest night!

Martyrs are the only light in the heavens and the earth.

In the shadow of boundlessness, his body seemed to be getting taller and taller, the whizzing cold wind was mourning like an evil spirit, but the man sat cross-legged like a king Buddha who suppressed **** in the legend.

Unconsciously, he calmed him down.

Suck!

Finally, in the deepest night, there was a long inhalation sound.

This breath is so terrifying.

In the induction of the little monk, the roaring wind in the courtyard was sucked away!

boom!

The door opens!

"what!"

The monk Xiao Xuan screamed involuntarily, and flew up involuntarily, passing over ten feet.

"Don't eat me!"

The young monk sang and danced in horror.

He is not so afraid of death, but it is too miserable to be eaten.

After screaming miserably for a while, he noticed that there was no movement, and then he opened his eyes carefully.

I saw the young Taoist man with a faint smile on his face.

The man's eyes were warm, but I don't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that this person's eyes were terrifying, as if he could see through his heart and make him shiver.

Wu Anqisheng looked up.

小 This little monk looks like he's about eleven or twelve years old, but he's only ten years old. He looks very ordinary, but his eyes are smart and very clever.

Alas, if this is the case, this is just an ordinary little monk.

I just, he looked deeper.

This little monk is amazing.

When he opened and closed his eyes, a ripple of text emerged from the perspective that only he could see:

【Liu Ming】

[Life trajectory: Born in Jiufu Realm, Liangzhou, Dexu Mansion, lost his parents at an early age, and gave birth to others. He was later killed because of an unintentional cow, begging for a living, and later met with a monk in Huangjue Temple. Huangjue Temple ...

After the battle of Lu Hanhai, Huangjue Temple went down from the mountain when it was closed. It was a time of chaos between the nations. Dafeng smoky around, so he joined the rebel army and fought for 20 years, occupying twelve states, and becoming a coach all the way ...

Thirty years later, during the demise of the Dafeng dynasty, he defeated all the heroes, monopolized the 70 states of Dafeng, and cracked the land!

Take Dafeng instead and start a century of dynasty ....]

Take Dafeng instead!

The great founder of the first generation!

"Little monk, are you looking for anything?"

Looking at the trembling ancestor in front of him, An Qisheng smiled.

In his present state of mind, he was a little surprised to see the founder of the founding father, and his heart was as calm as before.

But that's it.

"No, no ..."

Seeing that the Taoist was not malicious, the young monk calmed down his beating heart and said,

"I, the little monk, the little monk ran a joss stick, and heard the long voice of the road, the sound of breathing, couldn't help coming forward, and wanted to take a look, no, it wasn't deliberately peeping ..."

The young monk said, stuttering again.

He suddenly remembered that, in the rumors that the teachers and brothers talked about, peeping at others to practice martial arts was very taboo.

I was beaten to death, I'm afraid that the abbot would have to say a beating .......

"Can you see something again?"

Wu Anqi laughed abruptly.

Practicing martial arts routines is nothing more than smashing the body and being familiar with the routines, so that the body has a deep understanding, so that it is more handy when it comes to fighting.

Wu Wugong has reached the point where he does not need to practice as an ordinary person at all.

Walking, sitting and lying are martial arts, and every move is merit.

Cross-legged for half a day, it has been a year of practice than ordinary people smelling chickens dancing.

If only from his breathing, the rhythm of the body's strength and strength can learn his martial arts.

That is his creation.

"I......"

The meaning of Lu Anqisheng's tone, Liu Yuan was a little unconvinced, but after thinking about it, he sighed.

I really didn't see anything.

In addition to sweating scared, there is no other gain.

"You are in Huangjue Temple, are you still worried that you have no kung fu studies?"

Luan Qisheng shook her head slightly. The little monk also had some kung fu foundation, but it was also limited to flesh, not even the muscles and bones.

"Just nothing!"

Listening to this, Liu Yuan stomped:

"I have been a monk for two years, I have worked a lot, but I haven't learned much. I learned this martial art before I entered the temple!"

"You offended the monk who passed on the power?"

Wu Anqisheng glanced at him.

When you were a beggar at the age of six or seven, Youzi was lacking in other aspects, and it was definitely not bad in terms of smoothness.

At least not to offend people.

"That's not it."

Twenty-six yuan sat on the ground with one buttock and said grinningly:

"The rules of Huangjue Temple have always been: three-year running horse monk, three miscellaneous monk, three-year lecture hall, and three-year commandment court. After twelve years, you can enter the monk hall!

Even if the master outside wants to enter the temple, it will take these twelve years to say that it is to observe the mind .... "

He said, the little monk Liuyuan looked uninterested.

He only spent two years and still has ten years to learn real martial arts.

He wants to return to vulgar.

"So it is."

Qi Anqisheng nodded slightly.

It's no wonder that Huangjue Temple has never had any young masters. Only after twelve years to learn the martial arts level, it is destined that Huangjue Temple cannot have any young masters.

However, because of this, Huangjue Temple has very few scums.

I can really survive such a twelve years, and under such a peaceful atmosphere at Huangjue Temple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, I can still breathe deeply.

"Master, can you teach me martial arts?"

Twenty-six yuan eyes glowed.

"You are a disciple of Huangjue Temple, and you have your own teacher to pass on the art. How can outsiders do it for you?"

Qi Anqisheng moved slightly.

I looked up.

I saw that between the snow in the distance, the monk of the Three Indias was approaching, the people were not there, and the voice said:

"The Taoist Minister is wrong! I ca n’t help my disciples to learn martial arts outside this discipline! As long as they come to Zhengzheng, what martial arts have they learned, and what hinders them?"

Twenty-six yuan was startled, and fled to An Qisheng behind.

‘It ’s bitter, it ’s also bitter! Uncle Taishi heard it. Will I still have good fruit to eat in the future? It ’s over, it ’s over. This monk ’s temple ca n’t stay. ’

For a moment, the young monk woke cool in his heart.

"Isn't that cheap for you?"

Qi Anqisheng shook her head and laughed.

I saw this great monk stepping forward and greeted him.

"How is it cheaper for us? If the martial arts taught by the Taoist Master is profound, he may have abducted all my disciples!"

Mi Sanyin came on the wind and fell into the hospital.

He glanced at the sneaky Liu Yuan, and after a little thought, he knew that the little monk was still his disciple.

I just glanced at it and laughed heartily:

"March back and forth, finally brought back the last spiritual material needed by the Taoist Master!"

Wu Wenyan, An Qisheng's eyes were slightly bright:

"Master Lao !."