"What do you think?"
Ming Fei really touched his nose
"Nineteen is no fun.
"Hurry up, man.
Empty patted the desktop.
"I've been rolling around in the rivers and lakes for most of my life, what kind of people have not seen? Zhuo Fengru's words and deeds are inconsistent, and one of them must be fake.
It is not good and evil, nor is it an upright person. Do people like this dare to be called heroes? Funny and generous. "" "Hua Doe believes in him very much.
"My apprentice is skillful, but he is stupid and easy to trust. Isn't that the case with your Excellency?"
Mingfei really looked at the smallpox, and said lightly, "Otherwise, I won't save him."
The voice of Hua Fei Hua came from outside the door:
"It's alright, you can go.
Ming Feizhen smiled and said, "Let's go. Go see that Shaolin master."
Ming Feizhen and his party left not long after.
In the same room, the two girls who had just been drinking were sitting at the table.
His face is still as bright as a young man, and his eyes are full of youth, but his eyes have suddenly changed, and it is so cold that it is not cold.
Kiri asked with a cold face.
what a day"
Aunt Gong was also expressionless, but her tone was as stern as that of an old woman.
"Martial arts, or scheming?"
"Unfathomable."
After a while, he said.
The candlelight reflected on his face, and his skin was pale, like a thousand-year-old female ghost who had walked into the sun in the deep mountains.
CLP is not good at making calculations. Although he is not stupid, he is young and energetic and easy to be emotional. This can be used. ""How to report back to the palace master
"So to say
Gentle, cold and authentic.
Yun Gu raised a few words, but it was still indifferent, according to the needs of suitable candidates...
"He may be the husband-in-law of Her Royal Highness."
Volume 12: Heroes Ming Feizhen 31
It has been in disrepair for a long time and has long been neglected. The golden body of the Bodhisattva in the temple is painted with clay and oil, but it is better than it is built tall and can hold two or three people.
Behind the golden body of the Bodhisattva lies a monk, with a weak breath, gradually inhaling more and less breathing.
The monk looked over seventy years old. His skin was extraordinarily pale, and despite his advanced age, his skin was as smooth as a baby's. The deep cultivation of internal strength is admirable.
His eyebrows are white, his face is bleak at the moment, his eyes are tightly closed. The most impressive thing was his furrowed brows.
It was very suitable for his face, as if it had nothing to do with the injury, as it should have been.
Among the gods and monks of the Kongzi generation of Shaolin Temple, the name of Master Kongzang is widely circulated. The fellow disciple of the Shaolin Void Abbot, who stayed in the mountain gate for the first few decades, was an ancient Buddha with a green lamp, but walked out of the temple in the second half of his life. It is the Jianghu people who are in charge, and the injustice.
In the past ten years, the Shaolin Temple has 'faded out of the rivers and lakes'. If not for the occasional monks who walk the rivers and lakes like Master Kongzang, they would be able to pick them up.
Master Kongzo is a very strange monk. He always frowned. Even when it comes to punishing the wicked. He walked and managed while walking, and his footprints almost covered most of the martial arts forest, but he never stopped. He seems to be looking for something all the time, questioning a certain question in this world, but he has never gotten an answer.
"Master, Master, how are you?"
Kongzo tried his best to open his eyes, and only when he saw that the person beside him was Kong Konger showed a relieved look. Shaolin Buddhist martial arts pay attention to the state of mind that is unwavering, and there is the practice of not changing color when Mount Tai collapses in front of it. With the ability of the gods and monks of the Kongzi generation of Shaolin Temple, even when they are about to die, as long as the spiritual platform is still clear, they can judge the footsteps of the incoming person. Showing the seriousness of his injuries, he should have been in a state of chaotic consciousness just now.
Seeing that he was still able to open his eyes, Kong Kong'er said with joy, "I brought my apprentice here, and we also met a martial arts expert, who might be able to heal your wounds.
Kongzo reluctantly gathered the faint breath in his body and looked in the direction where Kong Konger was pointing.
I saw a young man with a handsome face, a tall and straight body, wearing a bed sheet, and exposing his left chest. Although he was young, he really had an unusual demeanor.
Slightly panting, speaking with difficulty.
"Old _... I have seen this young hero, dare to ask the young hero Gao's name."
Hua Feihua nodded and responded politely, "It's not me."
"Yo, old monk."
But it was an unremarkable young man beside him who didn't know when he had approached, and without asking, he picked up Master Kongzo's left hand. As if at the stall to choose goods, the old monk J seemed to have greeted him.
"Your injury is really serious. Shaolin monks are famous for their love of fighting, but they have always been famous for beating others. How could they be treated like this?"
Kongzo's injury was caused by a demon who was about to rise in the martial arts, and it was not without seriousness. But in his current state, he naturally couldn't say these words.
"The donor..."
Who knew that when he moved his lips, the voice came out, and it was much smoother than he thought. Although he is still very weak, his breath is condensed, which is extremely real.
The dilapidated inner breath in the body did not know when it was gathered and blended together, and it began to run through the dried up meridians at a speed far beyond what one could imagine, and it began to travel faster and faster.
The old monk noticed that the beginning of everything came from his left hand. The left hand held by the boy.
An incomparable inner force suddenly came from the young man at this moment. Under the blessing of this inner force and the guidance of an unknown mysterious traction force, Kongzang felt as if a small Zhoutian had formed in his body, carrying endlessly and heavy injuries. It's getting better at a speed that's visible to the naked eye. When he realized this, he was already far away from the gate of hell.
Only then does Kongzang have time to start his inner vision and observe the mysterious power in his body. This internal force is not only unfathomable, but also bright and upright, and it can be confirmed that it is the authentic spiritual method of Buddhism. It is absolutely impossible to get through the side door, so how can it fit with the meridians in his body that he has cultivated for most of his life, and he can receive such a miraculous effect.
This unexplainable huge internal force is certainly surprising. But the most inconceivable thing is the method of gathering the broken inner breath in his body like a drain and a thread at the very beginning. If there is no such step, even if it is treated with authentic Buddhist magic, it will not take ten days and a half months. There is no such thing as a momentary fait accompli. Death and novels not only require extremely profound internal strength, but also require extremely subtle and meticulous manipulation techniques. Both of these should be difficult for ordinary warriors to obtain after spending their entire lives.
One is to use the power of holding the mountain to drive the sea, and applying the method of piercing the needle through the eye.
... Junior Brother? "
The moment he blurted out, he knew something was wrong.
In my memory, the person who can have both of these two points should have been dead for more than ten years.
In an instant, the white-haired boy with a smile in front of the old monk seemed to overlap with the man in his memory. The two of them clearly didn't look alike at all.