At this time, it happened that Chai Qingshan and his party were approaching the memorial archway, Chai Qingshan was standing at the bottom of the steps, the old man nodded his head, and Qi Xianxia beside him was calm and composed, neither humble nor overbearing.
However, Feng Zongxi and Lu Jiejun, the two well-known bigwigs in the world, are actually "rising stars" compared to Chai Qingshan, a martial arts master who is truly famous in the court and the public. At this time, both of them respectfully saluted the young feudal lord , aloud the self-registration number.
Xu Fengnian raised his hand and said with a light smile, "Today, this king is just a pilgrim from Wudang Mountain, so you don't need to be polite."
Li Dongxi secretly made a face.
Xu Fengnian smiled knowingly.
She coughed lightly and blinked at him.
Xu Fengnian held back his smile, and said solemnly: "Let me introduce to you, this is Miss Li, the most chivalrous and righteous, and highly skilled in martial arts, known by people in the world..."
Xu Fengnian paused for a moment, quickly turned his head to look, and blinked at her.
When they were wandering the rivers and lakes together, one of the things they liked to do most was to give themselves nicknames. At that time, except for Lao Huang, the three young birds in the rivers and lakes all had shallow eye sockets, and the names they could come up with were probably Feng Zongxi The "Central Plains Divine Fist" and the like, how to scare people, it sounds like the bigger the better, the girl Li Zi who ran away from home back then gave herself no less than twenty nicknames, and taught Xu Fengnian and the wooden man a lesson Sword guy, we martial arts heroes, only choose the wrong name but not the wrong nickname, so people in the world must be cautious and cautious when dealing with nicknames!
After seeing her mouth shape clearly, Xu Fengnian continued without revealing any traces: "People in the Jianghu are called Tongxuan Fairy, because Miss Li has all swords, swords, guns and sticks. She has melted and forged a furnace, so she has a family of her own, which is enough to start a sect..."
The girl didn't care about putting on the heroine's posture, and hurriedly reminded: "Where is my lightness kung fu, don't forget to mention my lightness kung fu!"
Xu Fengnian had no choice but to obediently check for omissions and fill in the gaps: "Fairy Li's lightness kung fu is also unique, it can be said to be unique in the martial arts."
Feng Zongxi, Lu Jiejun, these veterans are so sharp-eyed. Although it is not clear which song the young feudal lord is singing, he still praises the venue and performed a set of Jianghu etiquette with that little girl.
After reciprocating the salute sternly, she, who had had enough of being a heroine, was so happy from ear to ear.
Suddenly, she whispered: "Xu Fengnian, do you still remember the agreement we made back then?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and nodded.
To live, you can lie down and never stand up.
If you can fly in the rivers and lakes, you will never walk!
She patted Xu Fengnian on the shoulder very rudely.
Xu Fengnian said to everyone: "I'm sorry, but this king has to go first."
Then he squatted down, carried her on his back, and his figure rose from the ground like a flying rainbow.
When the two reached the top of the Great Lotus Peak, Xu Fengnian still carried the heroine on his back, just like she asked him to carry her back when she was tired.
She lay on his back and said softly: "Xu Fengnian, you have always regarded me as your younger sister, right?"
Xu Fengnian hummed.
She suddenly laughed, "It's okay!"
Xu Fengnian turned his head slightly, and said with a bitter face: "This hurts feelings."
She bumped his forehead with her forehead.
Xu Fengnian turned his head again, full of smiles.
She hugged his neck tightly and asked cautiously: "Xu Fengnian, if I leave Beiliang with stupid Nanbei, will you be angry?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head lightly and said: "Of course not. In such things as war, you are a heroine who roams the rivers and lakes, and a monk in the north and south who eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhism. What are you getting involved in?"
She sniffled.
Xu Fengnian comforted: "I will definitely go to you guys to play the autumn breeze in the future."
She didn't speak.
Among the mountains and rivers, the girl's mind is better than all the landscape poems.
Close to the girl's house, that is, a thatched hut built in a hurry, a white-clothed monk who was originally sitting on a small bench in front of the house and sighed, after seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk who was washing his wife's clothes suddenly got up without caring about the washboard , and strode towards the simple thatched hut.
Li Dongxi quickly jumped off his back and shouted to Xu Fengnian: "The wind is blowing!"
Xu Fengnian just put oil on the soles of his feet and ran away without saying a word.
The monk in white quickly rushed out of the house with a kitchen knife in his hand, looking around with murderous intent.
This murderous aura is probably not inferior to the demeanor of Deng Tai'a holding the Tai'a sword at the foot of the mountain before.
It must be known that Cao Changqing's Celestial Phenomenon Realm is the most romantic, Deng Tai'a's Zhixuan Sword is the most powerful, and finally Li Beangxin's Vajra Realm in Liangchan Temple is the most invincible!
Li beware of the atmosphere, the Buddha is lying down, the Buddha is sitting, and the Buddha is standing.
There are only two people in the world who are least afraid of Li Beware.
His daughter-in-law, his daughter.
The girl happened to be one of them, so she ignored her father at all, hummed a little tune with her hands behind her back, and wandered elsewhere leisurely.
This girl who doesn't know how to love her father.
The monk in white sighed heavily, put back the kitchen knife, sat back on the bench, and continued to scrub and wash his clothes.
When the little monks from the north and the south returned to the hut, they heard the master talking to himself.
The little monk moved a bench and sat down, and asked, "Master, what about chanting?"
"Well, it's just more difficult to read. Every temple and temple has scriptures that are difficult to read."
"Master, but the old abbot said that the only scriptures in the world are the best to read."
"So the abbot is the abbot, and you can only be the apprentice of the abbot's apprentice."
"Hey, master, what if I can't find my apprentice in the future?"
"If our temple hadn't been closed, it would be easy. On a dark and windy day, Master will accompany you with a big bag, and just grab a bald head and come back. Now it's difficult."
"Master..."
"My apprentice is far behind the old abbot's apprentice."
"Master, you just say that the disciple is not as good as you."
"That won't work, how can there be such a shameless master."
"Master, today Yu Fu gave someone a fortune teller and wrote a family letter for him. Those two old people must give Yu Fu money. No matter how hard Yu Fu tried to evade it, he didn't succeed. Knowing that our masters and apprentices have to spend a lot of money, I sent the money to Yu Fu. The money was given to disciple, disciple should return the money to him now."
"Nanbei, Master is actually very proud to accept such an apprentice as you."
"Master, I must give this money to my wife, by the way, where is my wife?"
"Your mistress, sleep. Everyone in the world loves to sleep, and there are very few people who are well versed in the samadhi. Otherwise, why would the ancients say that 'the best way to sleep is outside the book'? Your mistress is better than the master."
"Master... disciples only know that Master's snoring is very loud... Master can sleep soundly and powerfully than anyone else."
"Huh? Stupid Nanbei, you've made progress."
"Hey."
The two bald heads, one big and one small, touched their own bald heads almost at the same time.
The monk in white rubbed his head, looked into the distance, and said softly: "The black hairs on your wife's head are the temples in Master's heart. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are scriptures that Master never tires of reading. The sound of her snoring, It is the Dharma that Master never tires of listening to..."
The little monk was dumbfounded, not knowing why the master was so poetic all of a sudden.
Then I only heard the teacher's wife snort softly behind the two of them, scolding with a smile: "Damn!"
The little monk turned his head and glanced at the mistress who was walking back to the house, then looked at the master with a peaceful face, and sighed: "Master."
The monk in white didn't look back. He lowered his head to wash his clothes, and said in a low voice: "Your teacher, I don't think you look good when you put on rouge. You just want to hear the master say that she is good-looking, but she doesn't know that in the eyes of the master, she is always so good-looking. Couldn't be any better."
The little monk murmured, "Master, Master, Master has gone far."
The white-clothed monk murmured: "Is it far away from the purification of afflictions? Not far. Is the city far away from the west sky? Not far. Is yin and yang life and death far away? Not far. Then the wife and the master are naturally very close."
The little monk was ignorant, and sincerely admired him: "Master, you really have roots of wisdom!"
The monk in white tipped a chestnut on the stupid apprentice's bald head, "I'm looking for a hit! How can any apprentice praise Master for his wisdom?!"
The little monk looked innocent.
The middle-aged monk with his back to the hut lowered his voice, "Is your wife really gone away?"
The little monk turned his head and turned back only for a split second, obviously this action has already been extremely skilled, he nodded and said in a deep voice: "Master closed the door!"
The middle-aged monk let out a cry.
The little monk sighed and moved the bucket and washboard.
The monk in white smiled slightly and said approvingly, "Apprentice, you also have roots of wisdom."
The little monk did not speak.
The monk in white put his hands on his knees, leaned back a little, and looked up at the sky.
The Buddhist scriptures in the world, the poor monk has already realized it.
The poor monk has seen all the beautiful scenery on a good day in the world.
There is only that face that is often smeared with thick rouge, and I can't get enough of it.
The white-clothed monk smiled and stroked his head, "I became a Buddha immediately."