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Lu Yuan leaned behind the door dizzily and threw the curtain shut with all his strength.
"What's wrong with the child?"
Aunt Feng leaned out of the kitchen and asked.
"It's okay, the masters are going to pack ten kilograms of buns, let me tell you." Lu Yuan replied, his face a little pale.
When his aunt returned to the kitchen to get busy, Lu Yuan covered his face with his hands. "Zhang Wuxia", "Du Dajin", The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slaying? It can be more unscientific! ? Isn’t that Mr. Jin’s novel? Why did you open the time-travel version? Daxia Jin is actually a novelist on the surface, but actually a creator god?
Mr. Jin, I am right to admire you!
I don’t know how long I have been thinking about it, but when I look up, it’s almost dark? !
At this moment, I suddenly remembered something and shouted "Oops!"
Without bothering to say more, Lu Yuan said hello to Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng, and ran out without looking back.
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Lu Yuan was deeply impressed by Jin Daxia's novels, so this plot was naturally clear.
Yin Susu pretended to be Zhang Cuishan and destroyed the entire Dajin family, and also killed two Shaolin monks of Hui's generation. When Wudang Zhang Cuishan went to the Escort Bureau to fight with the Shaolin monk, and when the monk Huifeng was about to expose the truth, he killed Huifeng with a hidden weapon! Put the blame on Zhang Cuishan!
Originally, Lu Yuan didn't like the characters in the book "Eternal Dragon Sword".
Needless to say, Zhang Wuji was a softie. Lu Yuan didn't care about his life or death at all. He knew that if he stretched out his hand at a certain point, he would be able to escape the misery early, but he would not do it.
Yin Susu killed many people and had a vicious heart. Although the loving mother and filial son later made her cry, it was still not worth dozens of lives, damn it. What's more, what deserves her most is not the destruction of her family, but the fact that she is obviously a bad person, but she wants to shrink her tail and kneel down to become a good person, so she must die.
Zhang Cuishan deserves to die. From the moment he tried to take up Yin Susu and Xie Xun's sins, he was already a dead man.
Xie Xun deserves to die too. He has killed so many innocent people. It is unjust to die. Of course, some people say that he has extenuating circumstances. You see, his whole family was killed by Yuan Zhen and he was also cuckolded.
Should we blame Yuan Zhen? But Yuan Zhen is excusable! He and his junior sister fell in love with each other, but they were separated forever. His greatest ambition in life is to destroy the Ming Cult! How sad it is to work hard and achieve nothing.
Then our comrade Yang Dingtian roared in hell - Damn, I was cuckolded! Being angry and dying again! Could it be that in the end, Nima actually blamed me! ?
Among the women, Zhao Min is ambitious, Zhou Zhiruo is scheming, Yin Li is vicious and mean, and Xiao Zhao is kind and weak.
None of them are really worth liking.
Not to mention the Wu-Tang Coffee Table Clan.
As for the Shaolin Sect, it is a complete tragedy. The only mistake he made in becoming a half-villain was that he was too cautious.
You see, Wudang kills you more than a dozen times, but you just can't bear it.
People accuse Yu Daiyan of being paralyzed by the Shaolin Vajra Finger, but you can't explain it.
With Kong Jian dead, the Shaolin sect dares to think of seeking revenge from Xie Xun, the protagonist’s adoptive father? This is so inappropriate!
The old Taoist went to Shaolin and asked for Shaolin Nine Yang Kung, but Shaolin actually refused to give it? How shameless.
In the end, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu committed suicide, and everyone felt that Shaolin went too far! You have forced people to death, Zhang Wuji, if you don’t take revenge, you will be raised by your grandson! But...if I really think about it from Shaolin's point of view, my uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't bear it anymore!
What's more, his exchange with the Shaolin monks in the afternoon also greatly increased his favorable impression of the Shaolin sect. Especially the talkative monk Huifeng, no matter what, he doesn't want to become a sidekick who will die just because he shows up!
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I asked a few people along the way and successfully found the Longmen Escort Bureau. It was getting dark at this time. Lu Yuan ran to the place anxiously. He heard angry shouts and fighting sounds coming from inside, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to make it in time.
He ran a few steps quickly, struggled to climb up the wall, and used his arms to climb over.
The door was open, and there were seven or eight corpses lying in the hall! At this time, the sound of fighting in the backyard disappeared, and it seemed that it had reached a critical moment. Lu Yuan knew that he didn't know martial arts, and if he rushed out rashly, he would probably die violently!
But thinking of Monk Huifeng, he still gritted his teeth, picked up a long sword from the body, and reached behind.
After walking no more than a dozen steps, I heard Hui Feng's voice.
"...You were wearing this kind of clothes. The robe was in the middle. Yes, you were holding a folding fan in your left hand. Now you have this folding fan stuck in your head and neck."
Then a clear voice roared, "If you have the guts, say it again. I, Zhang Cuishan, was the murderer, not anyone else!"
At this time, Lu Yuan turned around the porch and saw a man in scholar's clothes behind the door, hiding in the shadow of the back door. This person heard Zhang Cuishan and Hui Feng's question and answer. Hearing Hui Feng seem to recognize that Zhang Cuishan was not the murderer, he reached out and raised his right arm!
Lu Yuan knew the plot in the book, and Huifeng was about to die from a hidden weapon!
He just felt blood rushing to his head, and without thinking too much, he stabbed the man in the back with all his strength.
In the flash of lightning, Lu Yuan saw the man turn around and wave his hand to block. Lu Yuan's natural dexterity came into play. The sword in his hand was like a natural flick, dodging the blocking hand and stabbing the man diagonally. In the lower abdomen, the man screamed like a woman and hit his chest with his palm.
He felt like an iron hammer was flying out of his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell unconscious.
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I don't know how much time has passed in a daze.
He heard the cries of women and the voices of men. Some people fed him soup, while others injected him with warm Qi...
When he opened his eyes clearly again, what came into view was a simple Zen room and a kind-hearted old monk.
"Where am I?" Lu Yuan rolled his eyes blankly, finding it difficult to raise his arms, "Where are my uncle and aunt?"
"Don't worry, little one, I'll let Huifeng talk to you." The old monk touched his head, turned around and walked out.
After a while, monk Huifeng ran in happily.
"you're awake!?"
"Master Huifeng."
"You can call me monk Huifeng, Huifeng, or brother Huifeng, but don't call me master, as that will make people panic. Do you know that you have been in a coma for two months! Now you are awake. "
"Ah?! Then where am I?"
"You are in Shaolin Temple."
"Well, then my uncle and aunt..." Lu Yuan struggled to get up.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious," Huifeng quickly comforted you, "that day you were hit by that man's palm, which shocked your heart and lungs. My uncle Yuanyin used his true energy to protect your heart and supplemented it with medicine. I'm going to kill you. But the power of that man's palm is very sinister, and although your life is safe, you still don't wake up. After discussing with your uncle and aunt, we will take you to the Shaolin Temple to seek treatment from the elders."
After saying that, Huifeng stood upright and saluted, "Little brother! You have no martial arts skills, but you can draw a sword to help. Huifeng dare not say thank you for this life-saving grace! In the future, as long as you have a destiny, you will go through fire and water without hesitation."
This oath was made with great sincerity.
"I...I didn't do anything."
"Little brother, I have never asked for your name."
"I, my name is Lu Yuan, far away, no words."
"A good man has ambitions everywhere. What a good name!"
The two chatted for a while, and then Lu Yuan talked about his whereabouts that day. He just said that he followed the monks to watch the fun that day and didn't want to hear the sound of fighting. As soon as he bravely stepped in, he saw someone trying to harm Hui Feng, so he rushed towards him as soon as his head became hot.
Huifeng said that that day he heard a woman's scream, and then a venom-quenched silver needle flew past his scalp, scaring him until he stayed there. Afterwards, Zhang Cuishan jumped into the woods to chase the murderer, but the Shaolin sect naturally did not stop him.
The Shaolin monks stayed to heal Lu Yuan's injuries and waited for news about Zhang Wuxia in Lin'an. After that, because Lu Yuan didn't wake up, Huifeng and a master uncle were sent to Shaolin Temple for treatment. Others stayed in Lin'an to wait for news.
Now that Lu Yuan woke up, he naturally wanted to inform his uncle and aunt. However, his health still had some hidden dangers and he still needed to stay in the Shaolin Temple for recuperation, so Huifeng volunteered to rush to Lin'an to deliver the letter. This trip took more than half a month, and Lu Yuan could only keep his gratitude in his heart.
After sending Hui Feng away, Lu Yuan temporarily lived in Shaolin Temple.
Every day I chatted with the old monk who came to treat my illness and read Buddhist scriptures. The days passed like this.
Gradually, Lu Yuan was able to walk on the ground. This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had suffered such a serious injury. As for internal organs injuries, in this era without surgery, he could actually be cured by relying on internal energy, which made him feel extremely miraculous.
After he was able to move, he would exercise as much as possible, stretch his muscles, etc., hoping to have a good body in the future.
If a child is wandering around the Shaolin Temple, no one will care about him. Lu Yuan knew that the Shaolin Temple had strict rules and it was especially taboo to learn martial arts secretly, so he stayed away when he saw someone practicing martial arts, and only read some Buddhist scriptures that he could understand. At this time, the Nine Yang Manual was no longer in the Shaolin Temple, and Lu Yuan didn't have much interest in other martial arts.
As his condition gradually improved, Lu Yuan's activities were no longer limited to the gardens of Shaolin Temple, and his footprints were all over Shaoshi Mountain. One day after having fun, when I returned to the Zen room, I saw several stone locks thrown away in the yard. On a whim, I grabbed it, danced it twice, and then placed it neatly on the edge of the yard.
As a result, when he turned around, he saw the old monk who was treating him, looking at him in surprise. A child of six or seven years old is playing with a stone lock that reaches his shoulders. This can no longer be described as a monster.
After checking his body again, the old monk pondered for a moment and said, "Little baby Lu, I know you have more ideas than other children. What I'm going to say next, you need to make up your mind as soon as possible."
"Your health is no longer serious. Except that you may have a bad temper as you get older, there will be no problems with your body. But today I saw you lifting the stone lock. I just found out during the inspection that, Lu Xiaowa, you are not only born with supernatural powers, but also have strong meridians. Guang Guang can be said to be a talented prodigy who practices martial arts.
The palm you received still caused some damage to your triple burner meridians. It's okay if you don't practice martial arts all your life. If you practice martial arts, your achievements will not be high. It's a pity that you have such a talent. "
