Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

Finally, after finding a suitable carbon strip, Wang Lie sketched out a rough design and fit, men's and women's, and went directly to a tailor shop to have it tailored.

The best fabrics, the best masters, and then other masters quit.

Nonsense, this is ancient times, even the relatively enlightened Song Dynasty.

Ordinary people can wear bright yellow clothes there.

Well, then the heart is out of the body, and a row of Jin Dele shines.

The master tailor gave in shamefully, and the people of the Jianghu couldn't afford to provoke him, and who would have a grudge against money.

Don't you see, Li Mochou, the Chilian fairy, is also all yellow!

Wang Lie was very demanding. In the end, several sets of clothes were scrapped, and a lot of Jin Dele was added.The two big, two small and four sets of luxurious costumes are freshly baked.

In this way, Rong'er has three sets. Originally, the previous one didn't fit well. After all, Wang Lie had never measured the astonishing size with his hands before. It was a little tight. He meant it was ruined, but Xiao Rong Son, for these words, Wang Lie paid the price of three hours of sweet talk.

In short, after spending two days, Wang Lie took on a completely new look, an extremely luxurious scholar's clothing for a young master's outing.

The gold and jade belt, the hair was tied at the back of the head casually, forming a single ponytail that belonged to boys, and the white hair fluttered all over his head, which was really chic and unruly.

Yes, in order to better suit his temperament, he changed his hair to silver without hesitation.

But Rong'er also liked it, so it didn't matter, she bought a yellow puma and took Rong'er on the road.

All the way, I caught my eyeballs.

Travelers who look like fat sheep in this way will naturally not have a safe journey.

After Wang Lie made a note of tearing up the bandits blocking the seventh wave, he probably got the news, and he rarely encountered short-sighted people later, and he arrived at Songshan Mountain safely.

Songshan, Shaolin.

"The almsgiver stays overnight or pays homage to the Buddha."

The little monk at the door saluted and asked:

"Promise Buddha, but I need to copy a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures to pray for my mother-in-law."

There was an inexplicable smile on Wang Lie's face. The purpose of his trip was naturally the Nine Suns Magical Skill in the volume of the Langa Sutra. In terms of internal power alone, it even surpassed the performance chapter in the Nine Yin Manual. Naturally, he had to.

Although Shaolin encountered a catastrophe in Tianlong and closed the mountain for a hundred years, it is very low-key in the shooting of the Condors and its reputation is not obvious, so only a colorless Zen master made a lot of soy sauce.But this is only for the rivers and lakes, and for ordinary guests, the incense is always open, but they don't walk around the rivers and lakes anymore.

At this time, it was evening class time, only Huang Zhong Dalu was listening, and the sound of chanting sutras was faint.

"The female benefactor can only worship the Buddha in the front hall, and the Sutra Pavilion is in the back hall, this female benefactor."

The little monk glanced at Xiao Rong'er, and felt that the world had lost its color, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he blushed slightly.

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Wang Lie comforted the pouting little Rong'er, turned around and smiled slightly: "This is my wife. I would like to donate 100 taels of gold to the Buddha and pray for her mother. Naturally, we can't separate. The little master will inform you first. If possible, we will Up the hill."

Hearing this, a boy's heart was shattered, and he smiled reluctantly, and the little monk said: "Then please wait a moment, the little monk will come as soon as he goes."

Hastily entered the temple.

Not long after, a young monk brought a middle-aged monk over.

There is not much to say, but the Buddha is a god, but believers are not, and they also need to eat and drink.Don't watch movies and TV shows that it's gold taels, but in the real ancient times, it's rare for small households to see silver taels.

"Sir, please follow me."

Wang Lie responded, took his wife and walked around between the main halls. He had also been to the Shaolin Temple on Earth, but it was far from the luxury and grandeur of the Northern Song Dynasty. Because the real martial arts world is wider.

After thinking about it, I have been in Shaolin Temple for more than a month, and I should have walked thousands of miles. I am afraid that there is a reason behind it.

The world is vaster than the earth.

After about a stick of incense, I finally came to a large hall among buildings and wrote a letter to [Treasure Pavilion of Tibetan Scriptures].

It's different again.

More confident and assertive than the original.

Could it be that there is no Nine Suns Divine Art?

Wang Lie was a little uncertain, he was ruthless at the end, he didn't have the Nine Suns magic skill, at worst he took Shaolin's Vajra Indestructible magic skill or something, and ran away with his wife on his shoulders.My mighty power is attributed to the flesh, and my agility is not as good as it is, but the burst speed is definitely faster than their lightness kung fu.

The system of this world is different from Wang Lie's. Wang Lie's breathing and footsteps ring in the ears of the masters, and the sound of these masters is the same in Wang Lie's eyes.

Just at the main entrance of the Cangjing Treasure Pavilion, there are eleven majestic qi and blood, mighty and mighty, blood qi like a dragon, soaring into the sky without any concealment.

In Wang Lie's perception, it is like eleven big light bulbs of [-] watts, just like their bald heads.

As expected of Shaolin with its golden bell jar and indestructible magic power, it pays great attention to physical cultivation.

However, for Wang Lie, these were not enough to see. He walked in with the great monk, and his eyes shot over him one by one, either secretly or directly. Wang Lie smiled faintly, his expression not at all confused.There is a lot of space inside, and among the rows of bookshelves, there are a few young monks sorting out books.

Two or three old monks were sweeping the aisles with brooms.

Wang Lie narrowed his eyes and pupils. Compared with the few floor-sweeping monks inside, those ostentatious Qi and blood dragon pillars outside were like fireflies compared to a bright moon, and depending on the situation, they were only slightly weaker than his father-in-law.

Immediately cursed in my heart.

Why do all the awesome monks like to run to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and they all like to become sweeping monks.

One is fine, here are five, although they may be stronger or weaker, but the weakest one is probably about the same as Qiu Qianchi.