Chapter 303

Wu binyi smiled proudly on his cold face: "let's catch a turtle in a jar while he's not prepared!"

Pan Zhuqing waved his hand and said faintly, "don't act rashly. It's inconvenient for our people to come forward. Go and leak the news to Wei tingyue. I believe he will not miss the opportunity to flatter him. "

"Yes, my subordinates will do it now." Wu binyi stepped down.

When Xue Jiu heard this, he also knew a fact in his heart - Zhao Changyuan's whereabouts had been determined. Somehow, there was a trace of complex emotion in his heart at the moment.

In fact, it's not just today. As early as after the Zhao family accident, he always felt bad in his heart. Especially when he flashed in his mind the scene when he worked with Gong Yueyue a few years ago, and when he was in prison, Gong Yueyue and evil young tried to come to rescue him.

"If they're all dead. What about the two babies? " A helpless question flashed through his mind. The ninth master suddenly felt his nose sour and silently walked out of the study.

He closed the door again and followed the direction of the sound. The closer he came, the more true he heard. It was the cry of frightened and helpless children.

When pan Zhuqing came to the door of Ziyi and Wanyue's room, he found that the soldiers guarding the door were already asleep. He looked at the man, smelled the strong smell of wine, and his face showed disgust and dissatisfaction.

When the door was opened, the two children were sitting on the bed left and right. Their small faces were red and swollen with tears, and their voices were a little hoarse, but they were still howling with all their strength.

He stepped forward, stood by the bed and looked down at them: "what are you crying for?"

Wan Yue avoided him with a disdainful face, got into the quilt and sobbed low. Ziyi choked and said out of breath, "want Daddy... Afraid... Afraid of thunder... Terrible... Sobbing... Daddy comes to hug me..." the daddy in his mouth refers to his grandfather Zhao Xiong. Then he cried again

Pan Zhuqing raised her eyebrows and looked at the two children in front of her with ripples in her heart. Girls are smart and eccentric, just like Gong Yueyue's style. The boy is simple and stubborn and can't get rid of Zhao Changyuan's shadow. He asked with great interest, "my sister is a girl. It's understandable to cry. But you're a man and you're afraid of thunder? "

Ziyi completely ignored what he said and immersed himself in fear, helplessness and anger: "woo... Dad... Why don't you see us... Don't you want me and my sister... Why don't you want us... Ziyi will be obedient... Don't scratch your beard anymore... Woo..." he probably has been crying for a long time, The fragile and tender voice made people feel distressed: "you are bad guys, don't let us see Dad..."

Pan Zhuqing pulled over the stool beside the bed and simply sat and watched him cry. Two minutes later, maybe there was no patience, maybe sleepiness came, or maybe the child's cry was really unbearable. Pan Zhuqing stretched out her arm, picked up Wan Yue, who was still sobbing in the quilt, and said to Ziyi, "cry again, I'll take away your sister and let you stay here alone."

Sure enough, in an instant, there was only the sound of wind and rain outside the window.

The next scene becomes a little funny. In a vivid metaphor, on a stormy night, one big, two small and three pandas were silent and staring in the room against sleepiness and dark circles. The little one was full of resentment, while the big one held his arms and looked expressionless, as if to say, "I like the way you hate me but can't kill me."

The next day, the soldiers outside the door were awakened by the sun. He stretched himself, glanced into the room inadvertently, and immediately softened his feet.

At this moment, the two children are sleeping in disorder wrapped in quilts, and there is a person lying on the side of the bed, sleeping sweetly. It is his master, pan Zhuqing.

After working hard all night, just after breakfast, two foreign girls pushed him down again, making him happy and miserable. Before he took off his clothes, he heard the hurried footsteps outside the door and the cry of a hundred thousand people in a hurry: "Lord Wei, Lord!"

He recognized the voice of his confidant. Although he was impatient, he had to deal with it: "what's the matter? Don't you see that I'm busy? "

A simple and clear answer outside the door made him pop up from his bed in an instant - "there is news of Zhao Changyuan!"

In the evening, it rained all day and finally stopped. But after the washing of rain all day and night, the whole city seemed as wet as if it had just been fished out of the river.

Wei tingyue personally took a team of thousands of elite soldiers and rushed out of the city gate before the night fell. He galloped dozens of miles to the north. Finally, he fished in from a mountain path and climbed Shaoshi mountain under the cover of night.

Although Wei tingyue is a real parallel among the generals. But at least they are also people who have been in the army and suffered. In addition, the troops he led today are first-class elite infantry. So this little Shaoshi mountain is not a big challenge for him.

Therefore, even though the mountain roads were slippery and rugged, the more than 1000 soldiers climbed to the top of the mountain around Choushi.

For a time, the dark and quiet mountains were illuminated by the fire.

But when Uncle Wei had just calmed down and planned to give further orders, rows of shiny unidentified objects similar to light bulbs appeared in the dark Mountain Gate in front of him

Why did Wei tingyue have to sneak up the mountain in the middle of the night instead of guangtianhua's recent visit, or because he had no confidence in the success or failure of this trip. The first reason, of course, is the fear of Zhao Changyuan. Wei tingyue couldn't figure out what the crazy man was like now. In such a dark situation, he really couldn't fight, so he took advantage of the chaos and ran away. The second reason is that the owner of this mountain is really special. It can be said that it is the type of oil and salt, soft and hard, and invulnerable. To ask who it is, Buddhist Shaolin is also.

In fact, the monks of Shaolin Temple noticed something strange as early as this group of officers and soldiers walked halfway up the mountain. Not in a hurry, he dispatched a hundred martial monks to wait quietly at the Mountain Gate with a fire burning stick. So Wei tingyue saw those shiny things, not light bulbs, but the heads of these monks.

The firelight shone on the faces of the soldiers and the masters. It's like these smelly monks are the people who come to provoke in the middle of the night, and these military lords are the ones who are awakened in their sleep.

After a short confrontation, a monk came out of the mountain gate and said politely to Wei tingyue, "I don't know why benefactors came to visit late at night?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to speak well, Wei tingyue immediately raised his momentum and said arrogantly, "hand over the rebel Zhao Changyuan and we'll be safe. Otherwise, don't blame uncle Wei for being rude tonight! "

After hearing this, the monk still did not feel ill and calmly replied, "who is Zhao Changyuan? The temple does not accept secular people. You must have found the wrong place, benefactor. "

Wei tingyue sneered and put his hand on the waist sword: "hum, play tricks. In that case, we have nothing to say. See the guy. " Then he showed his weapons... Turned and retreated behind the military men.

Just turn over a few secret scripts and concentrate on it for a year and a half. When you go out of the door, you can hang a hero. In fact, some peerless martial arts that have long been lost in the outside world lie in a corner of the Sutra Pavilion, pillowed with thick dust and out of sight.

Some people also wonder that since there is such excellent kung fu, why not promote it in Shaolin Temple and let Shaolin disciples dominate Wulin? Isn't it outrageous to bury classics like this?

In fact, the answer to this question is very simple. It's not that Gao Leng, the masters of Shaolin Temple, refused to learn, but that these so-called peerless martial arts often rely on the art of evil rebellion. For example, the "sunflower scripture" requires martial arts practitioners to cut off Yang Qi. In modern terms, it is to completely destroy male hormones and make the body completely in a state of Yin. For example, the nine Yin Manual of classics can be used as a prey for the living. In fact, in the final analysis, it requires people to pay a great price in order to get the so-called perfection.

Shaolin Temple is first a Buddhist school, and then a place to practice martial arts. Of course not, and I disdain to let those evil magic martial arts insult my pure territory.

However, since these martial arts secrets flow into Shaolin, the monks are naturally unwilling to let them flow into the world, so that people with evil intentions can harm the Wulin. After all, these martial arts secrets are the painstaking efforts of the ancestors of various schools all their lives.

Therefore, it may be the best way to dust them in this heavily guarded Pavilion.

The five-year-old little monk Yincheng has never been allowed to enter this mysterious attic. So when he walked through the courtyard with a small lantern tonight and hurried to the gate of the Sutra Pavilion, he stumbled over the threshold on the steps.

He turned the corners of his mouth, rubbed the back of his hand, rubbed the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of his eyes, held back the cry and got up from the cold ground.

But when he caught a glimpse of the little broken lantern in the corner, his eyes were still red. He held back the pain in his knee, squatted down, carefully picked up the remains of the lantern, held it in his hand, looked left and right, couldn't help but feel distressed, and there was a sob in his throat that only he could hear.

When the little guy mourned for the dead lantern, a figure appeared on the bluestone floor illuminated by dim candles in front of him. He hurriedly hid the little lantern behind his back, rubbed his eyes, looked up and met a gray monk's robe. The height of the other party was difficult for him. He tried to lift his head and finally got on the other party's face