my dream girl

"Shuqin, the road to Shaolin is treacherous, you must be careful!"

Outside the Xiufang, Yan Feihua held Shen Shuqin, who had just graduated from the teacher, and gave instructions.

But seeing Shen Shuqin nodding calmly, Yan Feihua's expression became even more worried.

On the surface, this junior sister looks detached, calm and unrestrained, but she has always been nervous and has only one tendon in her mind. If she is asked to go to Shaolin Temple alone to invite Master Xuanming...would she be kidnapped halfway? ?

Thinking of this, Yan Feihua frowned even more.

Shen Shuqin observed the face of the senior sister, fearing that the other party would not let her go out in the next moment, she quickly patted her chest and said confidently: "Senior sister, I have already left the teacher, don't worry, I will definitely invite Master Xuanming to the show within a month Square!"

Yan Feihua thought of the results of the past few times when the senior sister took the junior sister out to do errands, and it seemed that nothing went wrong.

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, then took Shen Shuqin's arm, and made the final warning: "You must remember that no matter when and where, whenever you meet a disciple of the Beggar Sect, you... just Stay away!"

"Oh?" Shen Shuqin tilted her head, wondering: "Then what if I meet the beggar in my dream?"

Yan Feihua: "..."

What the hell is the beggar in the dream?

But then again, this little junior sister seems to have always had an inexplicable fondness for the Beggar Gang.

When she first entered the sect, she always asked her sisters about a lot of things related to the beggar gang.

At that time, the sisters in Xiufang didn't think too much about it, they just talked about it casually, but it was just so casual, which caused Shen Shuqin to have some weird thoughts.

When the sisters next to him talked about the disciples of the Beggar Clan, they all wanted to back away, but she was fine, because they wanted to go up and kiss them.

I don't know how this weird thought came about.

Thinking of this, Yan Feihua's eyes showed a desperate look of "Junior Sister has an illness, and there is no cure for it".

Afterwards, she let go of Shen Shuqin's arm, patted Shen Shuqin's shoulder painfully, and said, "Then remember, even if you are killed by the gang of beggars on the road, you must invite Master Xuanming back!"

Shen Shuqin: "..."

Is the beggar gang really that scary? ? ?

Shen Shuqin is a little square.

But he still nodded, expressing his feelings that if he was stunned to death, he should not expect to invite Master Xuanming back, he led the little white horse and left the West Lake, turning to Shaolin.

Although all the way is eating wind and drinking dew, it is also unrestrained and carefree.

Along the way, I have seen many knights in the rivers and lakes, and also seen many open and secret fights, but unfortunately... I didn't see the beggar brother I was thinking about.

What about the number one gang in the world?

The promised beggar gang disciples are all over the world?

Negative Ratings.

Shen Shuqin was a little regretful.

It took half a month to arrive at Shaolin Temple, and after a little inquiring about the temple, he came to the hall of the temple under the guidance of the little novice.

The hall was extremely quiet, only the buzzing bell suddenly sounded in the distance, and the slight movement from Xuan Ming who was sitting cross-legged facing the Buddha, twirling Buddhist beads, knocking on the wooden fish, and muttering words in his mouth.

After the little novice led Shen Shuqin to the hall, he chanted the Buddha's name and left.

After Shen Shuqin looked around the Buddhist hall, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and performed a Buddhist salute to Xuanming's back, then took out a letter from his waist and said: "Xiufang disciple Shen Shuqin was entrusted by senior sister, Come to Shaolin with letters and discuss important matters, Master Wanwang can visit Xiufang."

Xuan Ming was dressed in white, although he was reciting scriptures and knocking on the wooden fish, his body was as majestic as a mountain, and he didn't move a bit.

Hearing Shen Shuqin's words, he stopped tapping the wooden fish, and then asked, "Who is your senior sister?"

Shen Shuqin said softly: "Pu Jin"

"..."

Master Xuan Ming was silent for a moment, then put down the wooden fish in his hand, got up and turned around, and asked, "Is your senior sister still okay now?"

Shen Shuqin handed the letter in front of Xuanming, and said: "Fortunately, my senior sister wanted to come to Shaolin in person half a month ago, but she had to stay in bed because of a sudden cold, so she took this letter and asked Shuqin to come to Shaolin. Shaolin is handed over to the master."

"Amitabha……"

Master Xuanming recited the Buddha's name, and took the letter with his hand. Although he didn't open the letter to read immediately, there was a hint of reminiscence on his face.

After a while, he said to Shen Shuqin: "Since I came to invite you specially, the poor monk will leave immediately."

Shen Shuqin was surprised, thinking that the young pretty monk would politely refuse, but she didn't expect to agree so easily.

This made the rhetoric she had thought up before suddenly useless, and she couldn't help but stop in place.

Xuan Ming asked again: "The female benefactor has come all the way here with wind and frost all over her face, if you don't dislike it, why don't you take a rest in the temple for a few days before going back to West Lake?"

After thinking for a while, Shen Shuqin nodded and said, "That's fine."

She has never been alone in the rivers and lakes.

Anyway, her purpose was just to let Master Xuanming go to Xiufang, nothing else seemed to be a big deal.

Thinking of this, she nodded and said, "So, Shuqin would like to thank Master for your trouble."

Xuan Ming recited the Buddha's name, and then summoned a young novice monk. After instructing Shen Shuqin on how to settle down, he resigned and left. He really left immediately for the West Lake.

After Xuanming left, Shen Shuqin didn't stay in Shaolin Temple for long, and turned down the mountain that afternoon, planning to go to Junshan.

This time, it will be another half month.

In the past half month, the closer he was to the head of the Beggar Clan at Junshan, the more disciples of the Beggar Clan he met along the way, drinking and eating meat were more chic than anyone else.

Shen Shuqin was a little envious.

But she still cleverly avoided these beggar gang disciples.

Don't ask her why.

She doesn't want to be tricked.

Moreover, these beggar gang disciples are not the beggars of her dreams, hehe.

Coming all the way on horseback, it was full of wind and dust. When the cold wind blew in his face, Shen Shuqin suddenly remembered that it was already cold winter.

She found an inn in the market outside Junshan Island to stay temporarily.

I didn't come to Junshan deliberately or to find someone, but I heard people talking about the peach blossoms here, and I had some longing for this place in my heart. Ten miles of peach blossoms in the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly.

However, even if you can't see the peach blossoms, you can still feast your eyes... It's strange to say, this beggar gang disciple is not very poor, why is he not willing to tear a piece of cloth to make a new clothes for himself?

One or two with bare breasts and breasts exposed, it's okay if they are in good shape, but occasionally they meet one or two big-bellied uncles, the pictures are so beautiful that they can instantly lower the temperament of the whole gang!

Shen Shuqin stayed in the inn with such doubts.

But she didn't want to, just as she was washing away the dust all over her body, someone suddenly opened the window and broke in.