The clouds are lined up in a battle formation, and the birds cannot pass them.
If you come from nowhere but defend yourself, how can you worry about the Western Capital?
The father-in-law considers the important place to be narrow and narrow enough to accommodate a bicycle.
Fighting hard with a long halberd will last forever.
This is the scene when Du Gongbu visited Tongguan and described the scene when the soldiers were defending the border. The soldiers were full of confidence in victory, and even worries seemed unnecessary.
At this time, the defense of Shaolin was not as grand and magnificent as that of Tongguan, but it was still three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry. The guards of each hall were patrolled alternately by two teams of monks.
Especially in the area from the abbot's room, the Sutra Pavilion to the Ksitigarbha Hall, there are even more elites from the temple, as well as many masters from various sects hiding in the dark who come to help. The guards are so tight that it is no exaggeration to say that they are iron walls.
After dinner, Xiao Ding strolled to the Drum Tower.
Huotutuo's Luohanzhai was indeed well-deserved, and Xiao Ding burped with satisfaction.
It snowed heavily overnight, and the sky and earth were already silvery white.
Covered in white snow, everything looks desolate.
The pavilions and pavilions have deep outlines. The towering tower stands solemnly and solemnly.
In the distance, there are rolling forests and mountains.
The dense clouds hang low, the west wind gradually picks up, the sound of wooden fish sounds, and the evening drums melodious.
This ancient temple, the first in history, looks extremely beautiful in the dusk.
There was a faint sound of Sanskrit singing in the cold wind, solemn and mysterious.
Xiao Ding felt deeply moved.
At dusk, Hu Qi was full of dust in the city. He wanted to go to the south of the city and look to the north. I hope that such a scene will not happen. Don't let the war break the peace and tranquility here.
Suddenly, there was the sound of cotton shoes stepping on the ground from behind, and someone was slowly approaching.
Xiao Ding was wandering in his thoughts, without looking back, and said leisurely: "The enemy is facing us, won't Master take charge of the overall situation?"
"Amitabha!" Master Qingxuan came slowly with Buddha beads in his hand. He smiled meaningfully and said, "Donor Ding, isn't he waiting for me?"
Xiao Ding put his hands behind his back, turned around and said with a smile: "Master's heart is indeed like a mirror."
Master Qingxuan said solemnly: "Xiao Li Feidao has a deep connection with our sect. Since Donor Ding is the successor of Feidao, I have no worries. Last night I knew that the donor had something to inquire about, but I was worried that people have too many eyes."
Xiao Ding didn't seem to be surprised and said with a smile: "It turns out that the master has already figured out where I am coming from."
Master Qingxuan laughed loudly and said: "Last night, when the benefactor fought with three uncles, he used the 'Wandering Dragon and Shocking Phoenix' light skill that has been lost for many years in the world. I had already guessed it. Later, the benefactor used that shocking move. After weeping ghosts and gods slashed their swords, I can make a conclusion."
Seeing that Xiao Ding did not deny it, he continued: "In the past, there were two heroes who practiced Qing Kung to perfection. One was the bandit commander Chu Liuxiang, and the other was the four-eyebrow Lu Xiaofeng. Xiangshuai has always been a hero. I have never heard of any of his descendants traveling in the world of immortal mountains overseas. Therefore, I am sure that the benefactor's Qinggong must have been passed down from the lineage of Lu Xiaofeng and Lu Daxia."
Xiao Ding pressed his brow with the two fingers of his index finger and said with a helpless smile: "Master's eyes are indeed as bright as lightning!"
Master Qingxuan sighed: "The last time the benefactor made the sword, I could conclude that the benefactor was the descendant of Xiao Li Feidao!"
Xiao Ding smiled and said: "There are countless masters of concealed weapons in the world, so why do you think I am using Xiao Li's flying knife?"
Master Qingxuan said sternly: "There are indeed many masters who know how to use hidden weapons, but what the donor used is not a hidden weapon. In the past, when Bai Xiaosheng, a strange man from Jianghu, made a ranking of weapons, Xiao Li's flying knife ranked third! Therefore, Xiao Li's flying knife is worthy of its name. It is a weapon, and it is a sharp weapon for killing people. Although Xiao Li Tanhua killed countless people in his life, he was always the one who deserved to be killed. Later, after Ye Kai, the hero learned his true story, he never killed anyone indiscriminately in his life. Xiao Li's flying knife was no exception. Faced with life and death, Ye Daxia used three swords to save people, even his enemies."
Although Master Qingxuan has a high level of cultivation and never expresses his joy and anger easily, he still couldn't help but get excited when he talked about these heroic allusions that everyone in the world was fascinated by. He said in a deep voice: "Xiao Li's flying knife is not just a weapon. Or it is a legend of the world. The four words "Xiao Li Fei Dao" have long been a kind of spirit. The righteous way of martial arts is proud of this spirit. If Bai Xiaosheng understood the truth back then, he should have ranked Xiao Li Fei Dao first. The first one!"
Xiao Ding already had tears in his eyes. He has always regarded the spirit represented by Xiao Li Feidao as his lifelong goal.
The four words "Xiao Li Feidao" have long been integrated into his blood. Whenever he heard these four words, his heart was filled with immense respect and warmth.
A little calmer, Xiao Ding asked in a trembling voice: "Is that letter really sent by my master?"
"Yes, maybe because he was worried that the carrier pigeon would be intercepted by the Qinglong Society, Master Ye did not mention Donor Ding in the letter." Master Qingxuan paused and then said: "In fact, there is not even a word in the letter."
Seeing Xiao Ding's puzzled look, Master Qingxuan smiled lightly and said: "Only a green dragon was drawn on the letter, but there was a halo drawn on the green dragon's head."
"Halo? It's not like painting a phoenix. How can you draw a halo on a dragon's body?" Xiao Ding was still puzzled.
Master Qingxuan frowned, looking at the snow-covered foothills in the distance, which looked like a sleeping dragon.
There seemed to be a look of fear in his eyes.
"Just because that halo is a copper coin!" Master Qingxuan said word by word.
"Copper coins?"
Xiao Ding thought about it for a while, and he knew something about it. He frowned and asked, "Is this related to the money gang that caused a sensation in the world back then?"
"Yes, I was a little surprised when I received the letter from Ye Daxia, but I knew that Ye Daxia must have a deep meaning in sending letters across thousands of miles, so he sent his disciples to look around for information. Finally, the lay disciples in Shu found out something. Clues.”
"Sichuan?"
"Yes, Tangjiabao! My disciples discovered that there were several mysterious people coming in and out of Tangjiabao. These mysterious people were all wearing yellow clothes and hats, and the hats were covered with black gauze. The leader was wearing a yellow robe, with his face Wearing a bronze mask."
Master Qingxuan showed a worried look on his face and said in a deep voice: "Looking at the attire of these people, they are clearly no different from the Qiang Gang who were all-powerful in the world back then."
Xiao Ding seemed to remember something and suddenly said: "That must be it. I heard Mr. Zhou say that ten years ago when he went to foreign countries, he encountered a group of mysterious people. Their attire and behavior were the same as what the master said. It's roughly the same, the leader is also wearing a mask and has extremely high martial arts skills."
Xiao Ding paced back and forth, thinking for a long time, but still at a loss.
"I often hear Master talk about the heroic deeds of our ancestors back then, and I also know a lot about the rise and fall of the Money Gang. It is said that after the defeat of Shang Gong Jinhong, the Money Gang was disintegrated. Many years later, Shang Gong Jinhong and Lin Xian'er's daughter Shanggong Xiaoxian secretly revived the Money Gang. Although it revived for a time, it could not escape the fate of disintegration. After many years, the word Money Gang has never been heard of in the world." Xiao Ding looked at Qingxuan. The master said.
Master Qingxuan sighed: "I was puzzled at first, but then I realized it after reading the files. In the past, there were rumors in the world that Jing Wuming was the illegitimate son of Shanggong Jinhong, and Jing Wuming was in the world twenty years ago. Appeared..."
Xiao Ding shook his head and said decisively: "It's definitely not Jing Wuming!"
Master Qingxuan said: "How can you see it?"
Xiao Ding said with emotion: "Jing Wuming is just like the Flying Swordsman. They are swordsmen. People like them pursue swordsmanship all their lives and will give up anything in order to reach the highest level of swordsmanship. Such people will never be keen on money and Fame and fortune!”
"But the revenge for killing his father is irreconcilable. Jing Wuming knows that he is no match for Xiao Li Tanhua, so it is not impossible to secretly revive the Money Gang and then wait for an opportunity to take revenge." Master Qingxuan analyzed.
Xiao Ding smiled, but there was a painful expression in his eyes. He said slowly: "Jing Wuming will never take revenge for Shanggong Jinhong. Although he is Shanggong Jinhong's son, he is still the son of Shanggong Jinhong. In his eyes, he is just a killing tool."
Qingxuan was silent, as if he had acknowledged it.
