That night...

Murong Ruo and Qu Wuyi were still taking advantage of the fun of the night and continued to browse the beautiful scenery of Shaoshi Mountain. Shi Chen, Jing Xiaolou Wang Shoucheng and others had to follow them!

The few of them were quite busy, but no one noticed them. A figure had quietly flew out of Su Jing's room.

The figure was like duckweed, floating lightly without any sound or weight, and floated strangely into the sky, and then flew towards the distance...

Su Jing sneered in his heart while blew the bitter cold wind. Indeed, my tendons and veins were broken now. Although there was true energy in my body, it was intermittent and unable to use it, and even an ordinary person could not reach it.

But unfortunately, I am not only a martial arts practitioner, but also a Taoist practitioner!

Moreover, ordinary Taoist cultivators can only control their own natal flying sword. I don’t know if they have my patent. Anyway, I don’t have natal things, but I can control everything, and it’s not difficult to pull up my body.

Hold your body in your hands and lift yourself up...

This was a joke in the previous life, but here it became real. Su Jing used his spiritual consciousness to pull himself up and flew forward in the night.

Without using light skills, there is naturally no sound.

Not far away, Su Jing landed on the beam of the house, rested for a while, and then continued to fly...

Although there are patrolling guards, they pay more attention to the corners where people can trample. Who would notice that there is no place to stay, and someone is like a big bird flying by?

This is already a method like a ghost in the plane of Xiao Li’s flying sword!

He quietly sank into a room. Su Jing was just about to choose, and just as the monks from Shaolin Temple were doing evening classes, there was no one in the room.

Then, come out quietly and go back...

No one was alarmed throughout the whole process.

In the blink of an eye.

Another three or four days passed...

In the past few days, Su Jingshen has not been out and just stays quietly every day. Murong Ruo and Qu Wuyi are also abnormal. They do not go out for fun, but stay in their rooms to practice. From time to time, the three of them gather together to discuss some things. However, even though Mo Yunge and others are curious, they dare not get too close... After all, Qu Wuyi has a very deep internal skills, and it is basically impossible to hide it from her eyes and ears!

only……

But on this night, something happened.

"Master, I wonder what the Master is doing when he visits late at night?"

Mo Yunge looked at Master Xinmei standing outside the door, and his face showed an inexplicable look. Since he came back to Shaolin, the few people have never met again. After all, compared to them, the old monk was obviously more intimate with Su Jing and others, but he didn't expect... he would actually visit suddenly.

"Amitabha, the old monk came to visit rashly and had something to discuss!"

"What's the point?"

"The plum blossom thief...his identity has been confirmed!"

"What?"

Mo Shaoge was stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Jing Xiaolou and others even showed strange expressions on their faces.

"Master...you are..."

"Oh...Amitabha..."

Xinmei showed a look of shame and sighed: "Su Tanyue told the old monk privately that the old monk had already doubted it, but now, he naturally had no confusion. He wanted to capture the plum blossom thief privately and make the Dharma correct, but the old monk was worried that the plum blossom thief was not weak, and Su Tanyue was seriously injured again. With the two female Tanyue, he probably might not be able to... Therefore, although Su Tanyue repeatedly reminded the old monk not to tell the donors about this, the old monk still wanted to ask the donors to help!"

"This is this..."

Jing Xiaolou screamed excitedly!

This is really a person sitting at home, and blessings come from heaven...

Xinmei actually took the initiative to inform the stolen plum blossoms.

Shi Chen and Wang Shoucheng were also very happy, but they didn't expect that things would be like this...

Mo Yunge's face was solemn. Obviously, he might not have completely trusted Xinmei. He asked: "I shouldn't have doubted what the master said, but there are many masters in Shaolin, so it shouldn't be our turn to help, right?"

"Amitabha... this... involves my reputation in Shaolin. The old monk intends to deal with this matter in private and not let the monk know about it!"

Xinmei explained in detail.

Mo Shaoge listened to Xinmei's words, and his pupils suddenly burst into endless light. He thought to himself that if this is true... wouldn't he be...

Win!!!

This trip... has been suppressed for so long, and it is... I won!!!

The back mountain of Shaolin Temple...

The trees are dense and the weather is clear.

The gentle wind was gentle, and the leaves were blowing, and the fresh air blew across people's mouths and noses, bringing a comfortable atmosphere.

Under the tree, two figures suddenly appeared in the open space that was empty before, both of which were about forty or fifty years old, a kind-hearted monk, and... a gentle and elegant scholar.

The two people who seemed to be out of touch actually met quietly in this uninhabited place.

"You are already seven days behind our previous agreement!"

Bai Xiaosheng said coldly, with a dissatisfaction in his voice, saying, "Do you know that if you hadn't delayed, I'd have returned to Xingyun Village and handed over the Yijin Jing to Miss Xian'er."

Then, it must be an incredible enjoyment.

Thinking that even though Bai Xiaosheng is already in his destiny, he can't help but feel a little hot... That beautiful body, he should have been sleeping with the beautiful man at this time, instead of talking nonsense with a group of bald monks here!

"no way……"

Master Xinjian, one of the seven masters of Shaolin, was also full of annoyance on his face and said, "Now my senior brother Xinmei has returned, he has doubted me, so I naturally have to be more cautious now, and there is also the Little Li flying knife, he is here, how could I do things like that... You must know that although I have sent a few scriptures to the girl before, the Yijin Sutra is my Shaolin treasure. How can I generalize its preciousness? How much effort has it taken to get it... At that time, the gentleman must say a few good words to the girl in front of me, so that she should not be annoyed."

Bai Xiaosheng said coldly: "It depends on whether you can get the Yijin Jing!"

"I have already obtained the Yijin Sutra and kept it in my room, but I just don't dare to take it out easily... But recently, Senior Brother Xinmei has been just chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name in the meditation room. Li Xun~Huan searches for it every day, and have fun. Those strange boys are also intrigueing each other, probably have no time to pay attention to us. But I dare not carry the scriptures closely. In the past few days, we often drink tea elsewhere to discuss Buddha's name, and we are confused by others. Today, we went to my meditation room, and I believe no one will find any strange things."

"Well, that's fine, let's go! This broken place has no wine or women, and I really don't want to stay too much."

Bai Xiaosheng sighed helplessly, thinking that it was better to be with the girl... The eldest lady of the leader of Huashan, has such a noble identity, and she still becomes her own trunk. Moreover, people in the world do not doubt her at all. Although Bai Xiaosheng's identity is respected by people in the world, can she let the leader of Huashan contribute his daughter to him?

I remembered that I had slept with the daughter of the head of Huashan. The head of Huashan was grateful to me and was full of gratitude for visiting him...

Bai Xiaosheng felt a twisted pleasure appear in his heart.

Unfortunately, although Miss Huashan is so charming, she is not even as good as one in ten thousand of the girls?!

Thinking of this, he was even more anxious, and his winning streak urged Xinjian to leave quickly!

The two of them walked leisurely and chatted about big and small matters in the martial arts world as they walked. They looked like a perfect picture of a friendship between Buddhism and Confucianism. But who could have imagined that what they imagined was the wonderful body of the same woman.
Chapter completed!