The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Mount Emei.

The mountains in this season are very beautiful, but except for Huamanlou and the little monk, no one is interested in admiring them.

Shangguan Feiyan was still tied up - the young monk was very cautious, before deciding on his position, Shangguan Feiyan who had attacked them was of course still an enemy.

Even if they decide to help Shangguan Feiyan, Shangguan Feiyan is still an enemy.

There is no conflict at all.

The little monk went through a lot of psychological struggles before going up the mountain. Didn't the master let the little monk go down the mountain before going up the mountain? Wouldn't it be contrary to the master's words?

In the end, it was Hua Manlou's careful explanation that allowed the little monk to get out of this corner.

Now the little monk is running happily at the front, he is the most familiar with the road in the mountains, and while running, he excitedly introduces to Huamanlou that this is edible, this can smoke mosquitoes...

Hua Manlou listened with a smile.

Lu Xiaofeng whispered to Hua Manlou: "Don't you know all of this?"

Hua Manlou also whispered back: "I know it's different from what he wants me to know."

Lu Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, feeling a bit sour.

But Lu Xiaofeng's lips no longer had the mustache that he was so proud of. With the shaved mustache, Lu Xiaofeng looked a few years younger than Hua Manlou.

The shaved beard was replaced by the person next to Lu Xiaofeng wearing a white coat and carrying a long sword in a black scabbard.

This person is Ximen Chuuxue.

If there is anyone in this world who can use a sword to the extreme, it must be Ximen Chuuxue.

But Huamanlou doesn't like Ximen Chuuxue very much - to be precise, such a murderous person has never been liked by Huamanlou.

He likes all gentle and lovely things, but Ximen Chuuxue is just his opposite.

But all of this has nothing to do with the little monk. In the eyes of the little monk, Lu Xiaofeng is Lu Xiaofeng, and Lu Xiaofeng's friends are Lu Xiaofeng's friends, so they can clearly distinguish.

Most people always subconsciously equate the relationship of "friends of friends" with "friends of themselves", no matter how bad it is, they will look at it differently, but the little monk does not know it at all.

Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a stand.There is nothing in the first place, where does the dust come from? *

When we walked halfway up the mountain, we could already see several Emei disciples wearing the same clothes coming to greet them.

But yes, Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou came together, none of them could deal with it casually.

As you walked forward, you could see four girls standing neatly, holding the same sword in their hands, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

"Emei disciples Ma Xiuzhen, Ye Xiuzhu, Sun Xiuqing, and Shi Xiuxue are here to welcome the three young masters at the order of their master." Several girls bowed down at the same time, and even the wind seemed even more gentle.

The smile on Lu Xiaofeng's face became more sincere.

However, the little monk's voice sounded again: "Huh? So only the three of them can go in? Can't they and I?"

They were naturally referring to Shangguan Feiyan and Liu Yuhen Yu Qiuyu Dugufang who were tied up like rice dumplings.

The leading girl has a pair of phoenix eyes, and she also reveals majesty when she smiles.But looking at such a child, even Ma Xiuzhen couldn't show his murderous look: "Of course not, we also welcome young heroes."

The girl at the end winked at the little monk.

The little monk breathed a sigh of relief: "Amitabha, I thought I was going to live in the mountains again."

The four girls giggled together.

"Has the young hero still lived in the mountains?" Shi Xiuxue was the last girl in the line, she had a cute smile.

The little monk said "Amitabha" again, which he learned recently. The little monk thought it was fun, so he couldn't help but want to say it, so now the little monk has to say "Amitabha" in every sentence.

If at some point he didn't think it was fun anymore, maybe he wouldn't say it.

But now he still finds it amusing, so he said: "Amitabha, I used to live in the mountains."

Shi Xiuxue said in surprise: "It turns out that he is not only a young hero, but also a young monk!"

Except for a small round bald head, the little monk didn't look like a monk at all, let alone living in the mountains all the time.

Now the little monk is wearing the clothes Huamanlou prepared for him, and finally some flesh is visible on his face, and he has grown a little taller, looking like a young master.

What's more, there is nothing remarkable about being bald, there are all kinds of people in the world.

Even if one person has colored hair, it's not a big deal.

Because in the final analysis, martial arts are always respected in Jianghu, but it is also a place where chivalry is emphasized!If you have gained a reputation, no matter what kind of clothes you wear or what kind of hair you wear, everyone will respect you; if you have a bad reputation, even if you are very skilled in martial arts, others will not be convinced!

But the young monk who just entered the rivers and lakes obviously wouldn't understand, so he just nodded: "Yes, I am the young monk."

The four girls laughed again.

Hua Manlou said at the right time: "The four girls should bypass him, but we don't want to keep senior waiting."

Shi Xiuxue glanced at Hua Manlou, then lowered her head slightly.The elder sister Ma Xiuzhen gave the girl a nonchalant look, with an impeccable smile still on her face.

They walked ahead and led the way, muttering a few words from time to time.Although the sound was low, none of the people standing here had bad ears, so they could still hear it clearly.

With such a close distance, of course they wouldn't talk about any excessive topics, but the topics among the girls inevitably made the eyes of the men behind them wander - especially Lu Xiaofeng.

As for Hua Manlou and Ximen Chuuxue, one of them had a warm smile on their faces, and the other was carrying a long sword with a black scabbard on their faces, their eyes never wavering.

The little monk carefully observed Lu Xiaofeng's expression, trying to collect his research materials.

Since the little monk came down the mountain, he has discovered too many different things, and finally realized that not everyone's words are true. He may not be trying to deceive others, he just deceived himself.

Among them, Chu Qiao was Lu Xiaofeng, so the little monk couldn't help observing him.

Lu Xiaofeng was already immune to the little monk's gaze, he let him watch, Lu Xiaofeng still did what he had to do, and completely ignored it.

After walking for a while, the group finally saw a plaque engraved with the words "Xuanzhen Temple" among the layers of trees.Others were fine, but the few people who were tied up couldn't help struggling.

Without him, it's too embarrassing.

After all, they were all heroes with names and surnames in the Jianghu. The unnamed Shangguan Feiyan was also a person who wanted to save face, so they were bound into the Emei faction like this.

The little monk felt their struggle, snorted, and tightened the rope in his hand—yes, he not only tied up these people, but even found a strong hemp rope to tighten it, and wrapped it around himself. hand.

Although no one said it out loud, they couldn't help thinking together in their hearts: ... It's like walking a dog.

Being slipped away, no, the few people who were tied up naturally thought of it, and their faces were even worse, but there was nothing they could do about the little monk.

They are still tied up by the little monk, what can they do?

The little monk felt that the rope in his hand finally stopped struggling, and then he put down the other hand that was holding the rope with satisfaction.

Very nice.

So when Dugu Yihe finally saw the sudden visitor, the first thing he saw was not Ximen Chuuxue in white, nor Lu Xiaofeng in a red cape, nor Huamanlou from Jiangnan Huajia, but not as good as his chest. Tall little monk.

This way of appearance is also too unique.