Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

Back at the chief helm of the Beggar Clan, because he ventilated in advance, the silence did not reveal his secrets. The naive Nangong Ling thought that his father had been obediently staying at the main helm until he finished his work before arriving.

Nangong Ling had been mentally tense before, but after returning to the main helm, the whole person relaxed. Don't worry about here and there. It's a beautiful day.Because he completed the task very seriously before, he was given a vacation recently to restore him to his best condition.

At night, Nangong Ling was fast asleep, and Wuyin found Ren Ci, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he looked preoccupied.Ren Ci, who loved his younger brother very much, asked with concern: "Wuyin, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother..." Wuyin told Ren Ci all his discoveries about Quanzhou, without any reservations.

Ren Ci became vigilant in his heart: "You said that the person behind the scenes has not been caught yet, and that person sneaked into Ling'er's residence secretly, this."

"Brother, I think that person is Wuhua." Wuyin expressed the guess in his heart. From the figure, Wuhua is very similar to that black shadow. Wuhua is also a monk, and it is normal to have a sandalwood scent on his body. , and the head of the black shadow he saw was very small, and he saw it was wrapped in black cloth at that time.A normal person has a lot of hair on his head. If it is wrapped in a black cloth, it will look very big, but the black shadow's head is smaller than a normal person. If it is bald, it can also be explained.

Ren Ci thought for a while, Wuyin didn't dare to interrupt for fear of interrupting Ren Ci's thoughts, but don't miss anything important.

After thinking for a long time, Wuyin looked at Ren Ci's slightly opened mouth and raised his heart. Ren Ci said: "You go back and rest first, I will think about it tonight."

"...Okay." He really didn't expect his brother to hold back such a sentence for so long. Sure enough, the memories of the two brothers are also inherited. Every time they suddenly think of something, they just can't think of it. stand up.

A bright moon hung over the trees, Wuyin passed Nangong Ling's room with his head down and sighing, he secretly looked inside, and saw his son's sweet sleeping face, he couldn't help curling his lips.He hoped that his Ling'er could be happy forever and have a good dream every day.His brows and eyes are sharp, so he won't let others hurt his son.

He looked up at the starry sky, stretched his waist, he should also have a good sleep, and wait until his brother wants to come out tomorrow.

No longer thinking about those things, he quickly fell asleep after lying down comfortably.

When I woke up and had breakfast in the morning, I saw Nangong Ling gnawing on the steamed stuffed bun full of vitality, but it was just a steamed stuffed bun, he gnawed it very deliciously, making people want to taste it even after looking at it.Seeing his son eating so deliciously, Wu Yin went to get several steamed buns and a bowl of noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions and a poached egg on top.

The poached egg lying on Wuyin was very tender, and a little egg yolk flowed out of it when poked, but the noodle soup was very hot, and the egg liquid solidified immediately.Wu Yin licked his lips and couldn't help it, and immediately finished off the egg in two or three bites.Nangong Ling watched her father eat the eggs and went to get a hard-boiled egg dipped in vinegar and finished eating.

After eating, Nangong Ling wiped his mouth and waved silently: "Father, I invited friends out to play today, so I'm leaving first."

"Okay, have fun." Wuyin Liliu took another mouthful of noodles and said, it feels really good to eat buns while eating noodles.

Wuyin ate a lot of steamed buns before stopping. He patted his bulging stomach and suddenly felt that he was a giant deep-sea eel. He ate so much. I used to have a cat-like appetite, but I can only hold back when I see delicious food for my stomach.

Walking on the road, the beggar gang disciples passing by would greet him, and Wuyin would smile back at them every time, so the beggar gang disciples here like Wuyin very much.

Because of the greeting, the half-minute journey has been walked for a living moment.As soon as he arrived at the room, Ren Ci hurriedly pulled Wu Yin to sit down, he drank a sip of tea and said: "Wu Yin, I remembered, at that time Tianfeng Shishilang had already fought with Tian Feng before the martial arts competition with me. Master Feng compared, you said that Wuhua is Master Tianfeng's apprentice, would you?"

Wuyin naturally knew what Ren Ci wanted to say: "Brother, do you mean that Wuhua may have something to do with Tianfeng Shishilang?"

"Well, Master Tianfeng is highly respected and respected. You'd better find out about this matter first."

Wuyin nodded: "I know, I won't talk nonsense without evidence."

It turned out that Tianfeng Shishilang came to compete with Ren Ci after his injury from the competition with Master Tianfeng before. It seems that the best way to find out is to start with Master Tianfeng.But Wuyin didn't know if Master Tianfeng would tell him what happened back then, but he wanted to try it, and it would be possible to move it with emotion and realize his ideal.

After a few days, Wuyin packed up his clothes, Nangong Ling was very puzzled: "Father, are you going out again?"

Wu Yin nodded: "I need to do something, you should study hard at the head of the beggar gang and study with others, and remember to practice calligraphy and read books every day."

Wuyin couldn't help nagging again, Nangong Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not a child anymore, don't worry, Dad."

"Dad, don't worry, don't worry, my Linger is the best." Wuyin praised.

Nangong Ling asked: "Father, will you take Xiaobai with you when you go out?"

"Well, I won't take it this time. Ling'er will help me feed Xiaobai well, but I can only feed him once. The rest of the time let him go hunting in the forest by himself."

"it is good."

Nangong Ling smiled and said again: "Father, you have to bring me some delicious food."

"Hey, Ling'er, you'll get fat if you eat any more." Wuyin joked, "Be careful to become fatter than Jiujiu."

Jiujiu's current figure is as fat as a domesticated chicken, and sometimes he really thinks it is a fat chicken when he looks at it suddenly.

Nangong Ling smiled awkwardly: "Father, I don't have it."

"Haha, okay, I'm going to leave after packing up, you have to take good care of yourself, eat and drink and don't treat yourself badly."

"Well, I will."

Wu Yin changed into a relatively clean and neat hairstyle. He tied his hair with a headband. After all, when riding a horse, loose hair would become a lunatic. It was blown incomparably messy by the wind. chaos.

Riding a horse on the road, Miaomiao complained: "You just came back and went out a few days later, why bother."

Wuyin looked ahead and said: "This has to go, not only for Ling'er, but also for the Beggar Gang, there must be something hidden behind this."

Miaomiao is silent, Wuyin's intuition has always been quite accurate, if something really happened behind the scenes, with Wuyin's temperament, he would not sit idly by, and he would not calm down until it was resolved.

"Okay, then you go on." Meow Miao's face showed a faint smile.

After several days of driving, Wuyin finally came to Putian Shaolin. He changed his appearance when he came here. He didn't want to expose himself. If Wuhua saw him, he might be surprised.

If it's just Wuhua, he can't compare to pretending to be old, so he just changed into a gentle and jade-like face, put on a simple blue robe, and held a sword in his hand.Facing the mirror, he covered his face. When he saw such a face, he thought of his Zhaoer. What would Zhaoer do after he left?He should still do things with Mr. Bao, guard the blue sky, and he won't feel lonely with Bai Yutang by his side.

If you have a confidant in life, you will die without regret.

For some reason, it didn't rain in Putian a few days ago, and it rained heavily when Wu Yin came. Fortunately, he had already prepared an umbrella.In a deserted place, he took back his horse, held up his umbrella and walked on the road.

Many passers-by did not bring umbrellas, and ran quickly with their sleeves covered. Among these people, Wu Yin who was holding an umbrella seemed very indifferent, he walked slowly and was not in a hurry.

Among the crowd, a monk wearing a monk's robe hurriedly came to the eaves to temporarily hide from the rain. This monk had a benevolent eyebrow, and unlike Wu Hua, it seemed natural and came from the bottom of his heart.

Wuyin walked over and took out an umbrella and handed it over: "Here you are."

The monk raised his eyes to look at Wuyin, Wuyin smiled lightly and nodded to signal him to take the umbrella, the monk also smiled back and put his hands together in thanks: "Thank you, benefactor."

"It's okay, I happen to have more umbrellas here."

The monk took the umbrella and stood it up. He asked, "Then how should I return it to the benefactor?"

Wuyin shook his head lightly: "It's okay if you keep it."

"How is this possible? I'm a Shaolin monk, and I can't take other people's things as my own."

This monk is very stubborn, saying he is stubborn is actually very principled, Wuyin said: "I will go back to Shaolin in a few days to have a look, how about you return the umbrella to me?"

"Okay, benefactor, little monk Wuxiang, thank you benefactor for borrowing the umbrella."

Wuyin nodded and said: "I'll go first, see you in a few days."

He didn't expect to borrow someone else's umbrella casually, and the person he lent was the monks in Shaolin who he was going to. It seemed that God wanted him to go to Shaolin.

After staying in the inn, he changed into dry clothes and started reading with a book. When it was raining, he had nothing to do but read to pass the time.What he reads are some miscellaneous books, which tell some anecdotes and anecdotes in the Jianghu, but they are not about this world, this book was brought over from the previous world.

Looking at the book, he kept complaining, he couldn't restrain his desire to complain, the person who wrote the book is definitely not very good at martial arts, otherwise this move is wrong, it should be no problem to use this move to deal with the enemy, use the book to write Didn't he get hurt earlier?

He continued to look at it, and he was fascinated by it, and had to admire the writer's imagination. The writing was really interesting, but it didn't match the facts.

Miaomiao: Can you not care about so much... read the book carefully.

The author has something to say: What a tragedy (＞﹏＜), I will recite more tomorrow, and I will recite a few today.

I hope that I can pass the test, and I am all right, aha.