This force is not only a breeze, but also a breeze.

It’s more natural than the wind, just like a smile.
But the power is more than a thousand, ten thousand times.
That’s a finger.
The fingers hold the sword as gently as petals.
At this moment, there was a great but natural change. The ice cracked, broke and melted into shape. Through the red blade and straight back to the white jade light.
The flower-touching finger presses the blade and then slowly retracts it.
Left a sentence.
"Amitabha"
The person who said this sentence was afraid of disturbing people in a low voice, but the strange thing was that he was afraid to say it.
However, when Zu Jindian and Qi Gong first heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue, and Deng Deng took three steps back, and their faces changed greatly and they fell down.
That’s a monk
Grey robe, grey sleeves, look a little tired, but eyes have a kind of focused feelings.
And that feeling is not small and narrow, but very inhuman to the whole world.
The monk is short, but he doesn’t feel as if he were a giant with a height of seven feet.
In fact, the monk next to him is a giant
A tall, big frock with white eyebrows and white beard. Although he is a monk, his spirit is like a general.
A general with at least one million soldier.
But somehow, this tall monk, who is awe-inspiring, together with that idle-looking monk, everyone will notice this short monk first.
The beam fights straight.
Even in the reflection, you can see that he has to wait straight
His faint smile disappeared but turned into respect.
His heart is like a god, and his respect is almost close to a Jianghu teenager’s eyes on a man or hero who is famous all over the world.
Liang Dou walked straight past-instead of flying over the river, he walked straight past the place where the bridge was broken, carefully crossed it, and then walked cautiously step by step, holding Xiao Qiushui’s hand with his left hand, and Xiao Qiushui followed his footsteps involuntarily.
Liang Dou reached the front of the gray monk three feet away and stood prostrate and disguised terms tunnel
"Here comes the master."
The gray monk folded his hands and said,
"The donor is here."
Liang Dougong, he said, "However, I left the master three days before, but I arrived at the same time."
Gray monk said, "what if you arrive first?" What about later? Anyway, it will arrive; Shouldn’t have to will be less than "gray monk smiled and said.
"Isn’t the benefactor just right?"
Liang Dou was still very respectful and suddenly said, "He is my brother."
Gray monk laughed "Xiao Shaoxia? Although I live in the temple, I know that there is a hero in people. "
Xiao Qiushui somehow felt puzzled. "The master is …?" He couldn’t help tearing Liang Dou skirt asked sadly.
Liang Dou laughed and said, "The master is the head of the Northern Sect of Shaolin today."
Xiao Qiushui felt a sudden shock. The moon in the pool was gone. Suddenly, I felt that the moon was particularly clear and semi-arc-shaped. The monk behind the master stood in the backlight like a giant. Xiao Qiushui could hardly help kneeling. I don’t know if it was the monk who suppressed Yuet.
Master Tian Zheng, abbot of Shaolin.
Tianzheng smiled and said, "This is the famous dragon and tiger master next to me."
Liang Dou’s eyes lit up. "Is it presided over by the Discipline Institute?"
The dragon and tiger monk didn’t answer when he closed his mouth.
Liang Dou said to Xiao Qiushui, "After Danxia’s farewell, I, the Shaolin Master, will call on the abbot and tell him about the recent efforts to help the abbot one by one. He promised me to send someone else to visit the flowers in the mountains … but unexpectedly, the abbot himself went out and there was a sublime martial arts master."
It’s not a day’s work to help evil in Wulin. The Buddhist middleman with old sleeves has been guilty of failing to exorcise demons. At this moment, Yamahara has been a wish for many years … Besides, it’s not easy to provoke others. This time, it’s also a good idea to invite martial brother Dragon Tiger to come here … and I will inform his brother when necessary … "
"However," the sky is calm and tunnel "if we can not kill evil, we don’t have to bleed."
Xiao Qiushui didn’t speak.
He didn’t say "thank you"
His gratitude is engraved in his heart like a knife.
Tian Zheng and Long Hu, two masters, are both famous monks, who can raise their hands and raise their eyebrows in Wulin. But here they are. They put on a complicated class at Shaolin Temple and came to Sichuan specially. What did they come to?
-they may be for the benefit of the whole Wulin, or they may not be Huanhua Sword School, but Xiao Qiushui is still grateful to them.
Liang Dou smiled and said, "I also went to Wudang to pay my respects to Taichan. Unfortunately, I didn’t hear that I just went with several famous Wulin Sushan."