The villain's counterattack strategy [comprehensive martial arts]

A monk needs to be shaved, how ugly a bald head is.

Li Qiongyu's aesthetic vision is not to say how high, but in his opinion, Fusang people's hairstyles are extremely ugly, especially the combination of Yuedai head and tea bun is simply ugly.He is still young now, with a head of childish hair, which makes him look like a little girl, a little feminine, but it looks pleasing to the eye anyway.

If you grow up...

When he was learning to think, he thought that when he grew up, he would move to the Central Plains in order to avoid a series of ghost and animal hair disasters.The Central Plains man has long hair, although it is troublesome to take care of it, but it looks good.

Yuedai's first-class hairstyle, even if he can control it perfectly, he doesn't want to keep it!

Heart of beauty in everyone.

In order to occupy the throne of the world's most beautiful woman in the future, Shi Guanyin will not hesitate to destroy the rare faces of many innocent women, just because they are too beautiful and pose a threat to her beauty, she looks upset.

This shows how much she cares about her face.

In terms of love for beauty, Li Qiongyu is in the same line.

Of course, he is not as paranoid and perverted as his mother Li Qi. He insists on being the most beautiful man in the world, and when he meets a man with equal looks, he insists on eradicating his opponent and ruining his face.

"I don't have the image of becoming a monk." Li Qiongyu refused such hairstyles as Yuedai head and bald head.

Tianfeng Shishilang said: "This is an order from my father, and you will not be allowed to act willfully."

Nangong Ling gnawed her finger, looked up at her father and elder brother, and said fiercely, "Father, why did you leave your elder brother in the Saolin Temple? Don't you want your elder brother?"

Frightened by her own conjecture, Nangong Ling immediately burst into tears and cried, "Don't leave your brother behind. If you lose your brother, you will also lose that nest! Wo wants to be with my brother and be Hesang together!"

Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang: "..."

Li Qiongyu: "..."

Tianfeng Shishilang's temples throbbed and he said, "You go to the Beggars' Gang."

Regardless of the fact that Nangong Ling was only three years old, he already knew a truth. He heard the truth from a warrior. He raised his head and said with an unyielding expression: "Si can't be humiliated. Wo Tangtang is a good man. Feet, how can you be a beggar who is spurned and despised by others? If you insist on baby teeth, you might as well stay in Saw Lin and help each other with your brother."

"..."

Tianfeng Shishilang told him that he thought well.

Nangong Ling puffed up her bun face, and resisted to the end: "Wo is not a beggar. Since you don't want to be with your brother, why bother. You go! Don't see silly father and bad father together."

He snorted in disgust, turned his back, and didn't even look at the desolate and sloppy middle-aged man.

Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang: "..."

Raising a child is so much better than raising a dog.

Li Qiongyu held his younger brother's little hand, raised his eyes to look at cheap father, and said: "Is there only two choices, beggar gang or Shaolin?"

Tianfeng Shishilang said: "Yes."

Li Qiongyu said: "I'm going to the Beggars' Gang."

Even if he is a beggar, he can dress the beggar into a different kind of beauty.

"No." Tianfeng Shishilang shook his head and refused, saying: "Little Ling is not suitable to stay in Shaolin."

Nangong Ling said: "Why?"

Tianfeng Shishilang said: "You cannot eat meat when you are a monk."

Nangong Ling turned pale with shock, and said, "Isn't it okay to be a fish?"

Tianfeng Shishilang said: "Fish is also meat."

Nangong Ling was frightened, and on second thought, what Dad said was wrong.

"You lied to Wo, Hua Huo can still be inferior to meat! Brother is a Huo Huo, and Wo can be Hua Huo!"

The speechless Tianfeng Shishilang: "..."

No one can make Tianfeng Shishilang change his decision, except his wife.

However, his wife never returns.

Li Qiongyu looked at the decisive father and asked suspiciously: "Are you going to leave us and go find your mother alone?"

I have heard of those who abandon their wives and children, but never heard of those who abandon their sons to find their wives.

Tianfeng Shishilang froze, and said: "No, I have other missions."

"Oh." Li Qiongyu smiled slightly, his smile was very cold, his eyes were also very cold, showing thinness and coldness, and his soft tone also showed extreme coldness, and said: "Get out."

Go be your empress in the palace and fight with all the goblins for jealousy!

Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang: "..."

Is this kid really his kind?

Thinking this way, Tianfeng Shishilang had no idea that he had missed the only chance to learn the truth.

"You take good care of my brother, I will go back as soon as I go."

The sun was shining brightly at noon, Li Qiongyu wiped her face and her younger brother's face with a handkerchief, and then led her younger brother to stand under the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool.

The breeze blows softly, blowing across the cheeks, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees.

Li Qiongyu suddenly moved the tip of her nose and smelled a pungent smell of smoke.

"The Sutra Pavilion is on fire!" The monks of Putian Shaolin Temple rushed to put out the fire with buckets in hand.

Li Qiongyu turned her head and looked in the direction of the black smoke, feeling bad in her heart.

Fatty Nangongling pointed to the sky, and said, "There are people playing with bonfires in Lali, do Wo also want to play?"

Li Qiongyu said: "If you go, you will be beaten."

Nangong Ling said: "Is it Sen?"

Li Qiongyu didn't speak, and Nangong Ling didn't need an explanation from his brother.He opened his mouth wide and stared dumbfounded at his father, whose face was bloodshot from the corners of his lips, and his face was as pale as a ghost. He clutched his chest and said in fear, "We don't want to play with fire anymore!"

Dad is so powerful, he was almost beaten to death playing with fire, and his meager size is not enough for others to punch him.

Li Qiongyu looked at the miserable father who seemed to be dying soon, frowned and said: "Did you burn down the Buddhist scriptures pavilion?"

"Yes." Tianfeng Shishilang coughed twice heart-piercingly, opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, he wiped it casually, and said: "Master Tianfeng promised to accept you as a disciple, and the future road can only rely on yourself."

He took out a brocade silk from his bosom, stuffed it in the hands of his eldest son, and said solemnly: "This is our Iga's ninjutsu secret book, you keep it...and pass it on to Xiaoling when the time comes."

Li Qiongyu hid the secret book next to her body, and remained silent.

Tianfeng Shishilang sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his eldest son's head, seeing him not dodging unexpectedly, he said in a good mood: "From now on, you will no longer be Li Qiongyu, your destiny is in your own control."

Li Qiongyu's eyes moved slightly, and said: "You entrusted me and Xiaoling to the Shaolin Beggars' Clan, and you found a home for us, what about you? Go back to Fusang, or do you want to die?"

Tianfeng Shishilang didn't expect the eldest son to be so sensitive, so he could only prevaricate him with words, "I don't care about the affairs of adults. From now on, you are a disciple of Buddhism, and you should not mess with ordinary things."

Saying that, he took his youngest son away.

"Don't be separated from my brother!" Nangong Ling cried, holding her brother and not letting go.

Li Qiongyu knelt down, hugged her younger brother and comforted her: "Brother will go to the Beggar Gang to see you in the future."

Nangong Ling sobbed, "What will happen in the future?"

Li Qiongyu said: "When you grow up to my age."

Nangong Ling compared the height difference between the two, immediately raised her head and chest, and said with high spirits: "Eat two big bowls for one meal, and soon you will grow to the size of my brother."

Li Qiongyu: "...Okay, work hard and try to come to see my brother next month."

Nangong Ling said confidently, "Okay!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and rummaged through his pockets.

"Brother, this is a snack I hid, here you go."

He put two pieces of pork jerky in his elder brother's hand, and urged: "Hurry up. When my elder brother becomes Hesang, he won't be able to eat meat again. He can only eat vegetables and fruits like a bunny paper. Oh, so pitiful." .”

Li Qiongyu: "..."

Brother, even a rabbit is a little black rabbit that cannibalizes people. If you want to eat meat, you can eat meat, and if you want to drink, you can drink.

Of course, as far as he is concerned, he doesn't like eating meat and drinking alcohol.

Throwing the large oil bottle to Shaolin Temple, Tianfeng Shishilang left with his crying little son in three steps.

Li Qiongyu sighed slightly, he knew this farewell was the farewell of father and son forever.

His cruel mother is really harmful. Whoever likes her is in trouble.

The most unlucky person is her husband, who has an extra hat on his head for a distance of more than ten meters.

Shaolin Temple is a quiet place of Buddhism, where there is no hustle and bustle from the outside world. As soon as Li Qiongyu entered it, her heart calmed down, there were no patches of red, pink, and green lines, and her eyes were much more comfortable.

The world was as transparent and bright as if washed by a holy spring. Li Qiongyu had a slight smile on her lips, enjoying the quietness very much.

At this moment, he thought from the bottom of his heart that it would be good to be a monk.

The dusk was heavy, and the desolate and distant bells in the temple rang again and again.

Listening carefully, it seems that you can still hear the sound of "dong dong dong" wooden fish.

Li Qiongyu followed the monk who led the way and arrived at the main hall of the temple unimpeded.

The sandalwood fragrance was strong in the main hall, and a dozen or so monks knelt on the futons, chanting scriptures with their eyes closed.

Li Qiongyu took a glance and followed the monk who led the way to the apse.

The abbot of Putian Shaolin Temple is over half a century old, his eyebrows and beards are already gray.He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted sutras in a low voice.

When the sound of footsteps approached, those old and wise eyes opened, carefully sizing up the newly recruited little disciple.

this face...

Master Tianfeng was slightly taken aback, he had studied the technique of physiognomy, the child's face was very strange, as if shrouded in thick fog and blurred, only two eyes were exposed.

These two eyes are also very strange, they seem to have insight into everything in the world, and there is a faint golden light in them.

Master Tianfeng smiled, and said in his heart: This son has quite a root of wisdom, and he has a predestined relationship with Buddhism.

Li Qiongyu opened the bamboo curtain, and as soon as he entered the inner room, he saw a skinny monk with a benevolent face beckoning to him.

"What's your name?" Master Tianfeng smiled kindly.

"My name is Li Qiongyu."

Master Tianfeng nodded and said: "After entering Buddhism, everything in the secular world will be thrown away, and you will be called Wuhua from now on."

"Yes."

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple, an old monk was telling stories to the young monk.

After listening to the story, the little monk knocked on the wooden fish for a while. When he was hungry, he went to the kitchen to look for food.

The workmanship of the great monks was too poor, and the young monk was disgusted by his picky words, so he rolled up his sleeves and cooked a bowl of soup and fried rice with fried eggs.

The scent spread far away, and a big blue cat was squatting on the top of the wall, frequently stretching its head to look inside.

The little monk put the bowl on the stump in the bamboo forest, turned around and served the soup.

The big cat walked up and down the wall on its tiptoes, and finally jumped down, ran to the tree stump, and sniffed the hot fried rice with eggs.

"..." I can't smell it.

The big cat touched the nose that was occasionally ventilated, and a look of deep thought appeared on his handsome face.

Should he take a few bites while the little monk is away?

While he was hesitating, the little monk came quietly.

"who are you?"

The young monk with picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth was carrying vegetable soup, curiously looking at the blue-clothed boy who sneaked into Shaolin Temple.

The blue-clothed boy who was about to steal fried rice with eggs was caught on the spot, and he was not panicked or embarrassed. Instead, he pointed at the fried rice with eggs that looked very good, and said shamelessly: "It looks good, can I share half?"

Wuhua smiled slightly, "No."

The blue-clothed boy who thought that the other party agreed nine out of ten: "..."

I'm so handsome, don't I deserve a few mouthfuls of egg fried rice?