At this time, Chai Qingshan and his party were approaching the archway. Chai Qingshan was standing under the steps. The old man nodded to greet him.
Feng Zongxi and Lu Jiejun, the two famous Jianghu bigwigs, were actually "rising stars" compared to Chai Qingshan, a martial arts grandmaster who was truly famous in the imperial court. At this time, the two of them respectfully cupped their fists and saluted to the young lord, loudly announcing their names.
Hsu Fengnian stretched out his hand and said with a chuckle, "This King is only a pilgrim of Wudang Mountain today. You don't have to be so polite."
The Li Thing secretly made a face.
Hsu Fengnian smiled.
She coughed lightly and winked at him.
Hsu Fengnian held back his laughter and said seriously, "Let me introduce you. This is Miss Li. She is the most chivalrous and righteous. She is also good at martial arts. People call her …"
Hsu Fengnian paused for a moment and quickly turned his head to look at her and winked at her.
Back then, when they were roaming Jianghu together, one of their favorite things was to give themselves nicknames. At that time, except for Huang, the other three fledgling Jianghu birds were all short-sighted. The only nicknames they could come up with were probably Feng Zongxi's "Divine Fist of the Central Plains". They could come up with anything to scare people, and the bolder it sounded, the better. That year, Miss Li Zi, who ran away from home, gave herself no less than 20 nicknames. She even lectured Xu Fengnian and the guy with the wooden sword. "We Wulin heroes can only give wrong names, but not wrong nicknames. Therefore, people in Jianghu must be very careful when dealing with nicknames!"
After Xu Fengnian read her lips clearly, he continued without leaving a trace, "Jianghu people call you Fairy Tongxuan. It's only because Miss Li is proficient in all of the sabers, swords, spears, and staffs that you're proficient in, that you're able to form your own sect …"
The girl didn't care about the posture of a heroine and hurriedly reminded, "My Qing Gong, don't forget to tell me about it!"
Hsu Fengnian could only obediently fill in the gaps and said, "Fairy Li's Qing Gong is also very good. It can be said that you are unparalleled in Jianghu."
Feng Zongxi and Lu Jiejun, who were experienced in Jianghu, had sharp eyes. Although they didn't know what the young king was singing, they still did a full set of Jianghu etiquette with the girl.
After a full set of etiquette, she, who was addicted to being a heroine, was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.
Suddenly, she whispered, "Hsu Fengnian, do you still remember our agreement?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and nodded.
Living, if you can lie, never stand.
Jianghu, if you can fly, you!
She patted Xu Fengnian's shoulder rudely.
This King will go first, This King will Jianghu... to everyone. to go. to go Jianghu Head.
Then, he crouched down and carried her on his back. His figure flew up like a rainbow.
The two of them arrived at the top of Big Lotus Peak. Hsu Fengnian still carried the heroine on his back, just like when she was tired and wanted him to carry her.
She leaned on his back and whispered, "Hsu Fengnian, you have always treated me as a sister, right?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
She suddenly smiled, "It's okay!"
Hsu Fengnian turned his head slightly and said with a bitter face, "You hurt my feelings."
She bumped her forehead against his.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head again, full of smiles.
She hugged his neck and carefully asked, "Hsu Fengnian, if I take stupid Nanbei and leave Beiliang, will you be angry?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head, "Of course not. You are a heroine who roams Jianghu. Nanbei is a monk who chants Buddhist scriptures. Why should you get involved?"
She sniffled.
Hsu Fengnian comforted her, "I will definitely find you in the future."
She didn't say anything.
Between the mountains and rivers, the girl's thoughts were better than all the poems.
Near the girl's house was a hastily built thatched cottage. A white-robed monk who was originally sitting on a stool in front of the house sighed. When he saw this scene, the middle-aged monk who was washing his wife's clothes did not bother with the washboard. He suddenly stood up and strode towards the simple thatched cottage.
Li Donghai quickly jumped off his back and shouted at Hsu Fengnian, "The situation is tense. Let's go!"
Hsu Fengnian didn't say anything and immediately ran away.
The white-robed monk quickly rushed out of the house with a kitchen knife in hand. He looked around with a murderous look.
This murderous look was probably not inferior to Đồng Thái's Tai-Ah Sword at the foot of the mountain.
One must know that in the past, Cao Changqing's Heavenly Image State was the most outstanding, Đồng Thái's Finger Mystery Sword was the most powerful, and finally, Li Dangxin's Vajra State of the Two Zen Temples was the most invincible!
Li Dangxin's aura was like a Buddha lying down, sitting, and standing.
There were only two people in the world who weren't afraid of Li Dangxin.
His wife and daughter.
The girl happened to be one of them, so she didn't care about her father. She put her hands behind her back, hummed a tune, and leisurely strolled elsewhere.
This daughter who didn't know how to love her father.
The white-robed monk sighed heavily, put down the kitchen knife, sat back on the stool, and continued to wash clothes.
When the little monk Nanbei returned to the thatched cottage, he heard his master talking to himself.
The little monk moved a stool and sat down, asking, "Master, are you reciting scriptures?"
"You can say that, it's just a little difficult. Every household, temple, and temple has its own difficult scriptures. "
"Master, but the old abbot said that scriptures are the easiest to recite in the world."
"That's why the abbot is the abbot. You can only be the disciple of the abbot's disciple."
"Sigh, master, what if I can't find a disciple in the future?"
"If our temple wasn't sealed off, it would be simple. Find a dark and windy day, master will bring you a big sack and catch a little bald head. Now, it's difficult. "
"Master …"
"My disciple is far worse than the old abbot's disciple."
"Master, just say that I'm not as good as you."
"That won't do, how can there be such a shameless master?"
"Master, today, Yu Fu helped someone read their fortune and wrote a letter to their family. The two elders insisted on giving Yu Fu money. Yu Fu couldn't refuse them no matter how hard he tried. Yu Fu knew that us master and disciple need to spend money frequently, so he gave the money to disciple. Disciple will return the money to him now."
"Nanbei, master is actually very proud to have a disciple like you."
"Master, I'll definitely give this money to master's wife. Oh right, where is master's wife?"
"Your master's wife, sleeping. Everyone loves to sleep, but there are very few people who understand the samadhi. Otherwise, why would the ancients say 'Sleeping together is the most virtuous'? Your master's wife is even better than master. "
"Master … I only know that master's wife's snoring is very powerful … master can sleep better than anyone else, you're even more powerful."
"Oh? Stupid Nanbei, you've improved. "
"Heh."
The two bald heads, one big and one small, touched their bald heads almost at the same time.
The white-robed monk touched his head and looked into the distance. He said softly, "The black hair on your master's wife's head is the temple in master's heart. The wrinkles at the corner of her eyes are the scriptures that master never gets tired of looking at. Her snoring is the dharma that master never gets tired of hearing … "
The little monk was dumbfounded. He didn't know why his master suddenly became so poetic.
Then, he heard his master's wife snort softly behind them. She laughed and scolded, "Damn it!"
The little monk turned his head and glanced at his master's wife who was walking back into the house. He then looked at his master's serene face and sighed, "Master."
The white-robed monk didn't look back. He lowered his head and washed his clothes. He said softly, "Your master's wife thinks that she doesn't look good with rouge. She just wants to hear master say that she looks good. But she doesn't know that in master's eyes, she's always so beautiful."
The little monk stammered, "Master, master's wife has already gone far."
The white-robed monk murmured, "Is peace and quiet far away? Not far. Is the city far away? Not far. Is life and death far away? Not far. Then master's wife and master will naturally be very close. "
The little monk was confused. He said with heartfelt admiration, "Master, you really have the root of wisdom!"
The white-robed monk tipped a chestnut on his stupid disciple's bald head, "You're asking for a beating! How can a disciple praise his master for having the root of wisdom?! "
The little monk looked innocent.
The middle-aged monk with his back to the cottage lowered his voice, "Has your master's wife really gone far?"
The little monk turned his head and looked back in an instant. Obviously, he was already very familiar with this action. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Master's wife has closed the door!"
The middle-aged monk said, "Oh."
The little monk sighed and moved the bucket and washboard.
The white-robed monk smiled and praised, "Disciple, you also have the root of wisdom."
The little monk didn't say anything.
The white-robed monk folded his hands on his knees and leaned back a little. He looked up at the sky.
This poor monk has comprehended all the scriptures and dharma in the world.
This poor monk has seen all the beautiful scenes in the world.
Only that face that is often covered with thick rouge can never be enough.
The white-robed monk smiled and touched his head, "You've become a Buddha."
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