Who said brother beggar has no love

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

Outside Xiufang, Yan Feihua pulled Fang Shuheng, who had just left his teacher, and gave instructions in a voice.

However, seeing Fang Shuheng nodding his head calmly, Yan Feihua's expression became even more worried-this junior sister appeared to be detached and calm on the surface, but she was always nervous and had only one tendon in her mind.

If she were to go to Shaolin Temple alone to invite Master Xuanming...would she be kidnapped halfway?

Thinking of this, Yan Feihua frowned even more, thinking whether to find another junior sister to take this trip.

Fang Shuheng kept observing her senior sister's face, and seeing Yan Feihua getting more serious, she was afraid that the other party would not let her go out in the next moment, so she quickly patted her chest and said confidently: "Senior sister, I have already left the teacher, don't worry, January In the near future, I will definitely invite Master Xuanming to Xiufang!"

Yan Feihua paused, thinking of the results of the past few times when the senior sister took the junior sister out to do errands, it seems that nothing went wrong. It should be reliable to let her go out alone...?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved.

Then I didn’t know what to think of, and hurriedly took Fang Shuheng’s arm, and made the final warning: “You must remember that no matter when and where, whenever you meet a disciple of the beggar gang, you just... just hide Farther away!"

"Oh?" Fang Shuheng tilted his head and asked seriously: "What if I meet the beggar of my dreams?"

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 I first entered the sect, I always asked my 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 actually caused Fang Shuheng 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".

Immediately, she let go of Fang Shuheng's arm, patted Fang Shuheng'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!"

Fang Shuheng: "..."

Are beggars really that cruel? ? ?

Fang Shuheng didn't believe it.

But he still nodded, expressing that he would not expect to be able to invite Master Xuanming back if he was stunned to death, and then 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.

Fang Shuheng was a little regretful.

It took half a month to come to Shaolin. After inquiring about the temple, under the guidance of the little novice, he came to a side hall of the temple.

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 Fang Shuheng to the hall, he chanted the Buddha's name and left.

After Fang Shuheng looked around the Buddhist hall, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and performed a decent Buddhist ceremony to Xuanming's back. Then he took out a letter from his waist and said: "Xiufang disciple Fang Shuheng received Entrusted by my senior sister, I came to Shaolin with a letter to discuss important matters, and Master Wanwang can go to Xiufang."

Xuan Ming was dressed in a white monk's robe, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, although he was reciting scriptures and knocking on the wooden fish, his body was as majestic as a mountain, and he did not move at all.

After Fang Shuheng's words fell for a while, he stopped knocking on the wooden fish, and then asked, "Who is your senior sister?"

Fang Shuheng 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?"

Fang Shuheng handed the letter in front of Xuanming, and replied after hearing the words: "It's not bad, but... Half a month ago, the senior sister wanted to come to Shaolin in person, but she had to rest in bed because of a sudden cold, so she took this Write a letter, let Shuheng come to Shaolin to deliver to the master."

"Amitabha……"

Master Xuanming looked slightly dazed, and after a while, he recited the Buddha's name, and then reached out to take the letter.

Although he didn't open the letter and read it right away, there was a hint of memory on his face.

He read the letter in silence for a moment, Fang Shuheng said: "Since I came here specially to invite you, the poor monk will leave immediately."

The tone was a bit sad and lonely.

Fang Shuheng was surprised.

She thought that this 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.

Seeing that Xuanming's expression was different, she couldn't help wondering whether her senior sister had some adultery with this monk?

Xuan Ming asked again: "The female benefactor has come all the way and her body is full of wind and frost. If you don't dislike it, why not rest in the temple for a few days before returning to West Lake?"

After Fang Shuheng thought for a while, he 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, Shuheng would like to thank Master for your trouble."

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

After Xuanming left, Fang Shuheng didn't stay in Shaolin Temple for long, and turned down the mountain that afternoon, preparing... well, she was going to visit Junshan.

And this time, it was another half a 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.

Fang Shuheng 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... The beggar gang's breastfeeding is almost a masterpiece of all ages.

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

He came all the way on horseback, but it was also full of dust. When the cold wind blew in his face, Fang Shuheng suddenly remembered that it was already cold winter.

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

In fact, speaking of it, she didn't come to Junshan deliberately or to find someone, but she heard people talk about the peach blossoms here, and she had some longing for this place in her heart, and she wanted to come and have a look... Unfortunately, right now At the end of the year and the winter is cold, it is inevitable to regret not seeing the ten-mile 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!

Fang Shuheng 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!

The blue and white robe with the water cloud and dragon pattern and the long black hair flashed into sight in an instant, casual and unrestrained, and although his movement of turning around was fast, Shuheng felt a little... even vaguely familiar.

Also too far away.

After all, her memories of that time were many years ago.

The visitor was tall and straight, with a jug of wine and a green bamboo stick around his waist, he was clearly a disciple of the beggar gang by his attire.

Fang Shuheng's movements froze on the spot.

And the man moved quickly, and when he jumped in, he closed the window with his backhand, and then turned his head to listen to the movement outside.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

The cloud curtain completely blocked the sight of the eyes, but it couldn't block the sensitive sense of hearing and smell.

He heard someone's breathing, clear and shallow, and also smelled a faint scent of his daughter.

Immediately afterwards, there was a splash of water caused by something falling into the water, and the sound of gurgling water broke the silent atmosphere.

Like a stone falling into a pond, it caused ripples.

He paused for a moment, then turned around resolutely, and said in a deep voice, "I don't mean to offend you, but I hope Miss Haihan."

Hearing his voice, Fang Shuheng came back to his senses.

As a result, when she came back to her senses, her waist softened, and she shrunk directly into the bathtub, followed by the sound of water gurgling, and then the sound of her head suddenly emerging from the water, followed by Coughing and gasping sounds

Hearing this movement, he tilted his head slightly and asked, "Girl, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, cough...don't move!" Fang Shuheng said, but he coughed twice before he was completely relieved.

Then she quickly put down her feet that were resting on the edge of the bathtub. It seemed that the person was standing straight with her back facing her, and she felt relieved immediately, and then turned to get up from the bathtub.

She quickly got dressed, wiped her wet hair again, and then slowly stepped forward, walking towards the tall and straight figure.

After walking around the people twice, she asked deliberately: "Could it be that you didn't mean to offend by trespassing on the women's boudoir?"

The man shook his head and said: "I am avoiding an innocent disaster just below, it is really an unintentional mistake to enter this place by mistake."

The voice was clear and clear, and even though he said apologetic words, he did not evade them, and he was upright, making it impossible to doubt his sincerity.

"Oh……"

While Fang Shuheng nodded, he had already approached this Beggar Clan disciple who was only wearing a robe on his upper body.

She looked at his back for a long time, and felt that his loose hair grew so well, she really wanted to touch it.

...No, no, no, it will scare people!

Thinking of this, Fang Shuheng turned sideways and reached out to poke his raised arm.

Then, just as he withdrew his hands and turned around, he stepped back a long distance and asked, "Did you hit a woman?"

Hey, this arm is hard and bulging, it must be very strong, and I must not be able to beat it.

"..."

He smiled and said: "If the girl wants to be beaten, I don't mind giving it a try."

Fang Shuheng: "..."

Never.

The author has something to say: I recommend a Beggar Show fan song: Mud... Oh no, it's "Wugou"

Ha, the horse rider forgot to time it.