Legend of the Great Saint

The woman laughed: "Look what you can do. If they don't teach you, you don't know what to say. Drink! ”

“Isn't that a lie if you're taught?” Wu Huan couldn't help it.

The old man got angry: “What a liar, you're a liar, it's all my truth, I just don't know how to open my mouth! ”

“I lost my word.” Apologies.

The old man felt embarrassed and touched his head: “The old man is also my fox fake tiger. I can't even look at you! ”

“Why?”

“You're a master, killing a little civilian like me is not a one-sided matter. Now that the King of Man is in charge, you are the innate master, and the murder must be paid for. ”

“Dad, he's a genius. ”

“Ah, sorry for the old man's awkwardness, here's to you! ”

Iron eggs also raised their heads from the bowl and stared straight at him.

Wu Huan suddenly realized why he felt the atmosphere in the north was so different, walking in the rivers and lakes on weekdays, not to mention that the civilian people did not dare to provoke the martial arts people, even though the day after tomorrow the martial artists saw the innate masters are far from retreating, like the young people encountered today, how dare to catch up with the lighter work than him, if he were to change places, he might have to cause death.

Now an old village man dares to reproach him as a congenital master, what a strange thing.

People are not alert. Even though there are so many warriors in the North, there is no sense of danger.

If you hadn't hated him so much, you might have to admire him!

But even if there is a hundred flavors in my heart, this carved hatred will never change.

Li Qingshan, either you die or I die!

“That's good. I'll get myself a drink first! ”

Wuhuan looked up and drank it. The dish was delicious. The wine was also a fine spirit. It was said that the all-powerful customer had changed the way the wine was made. After drinking a few cups, Wuhuan hid his drunkenness. He was willing to accept the child as an apprentice and probed:

“Sister-in-law can't take care of a family by herself, can she? ”

“Master Man said that women can take half of the sky, women can become world-class masters, I am good at martial arts, few men in the village can compare to me. If anyone dares to talk, I will hit him in the mouth. Iron Egg is not a pussy, he will enter the juvenile hall and come back to learn the ultimate martial arts, see who doesn't envy me! ”

“Juvenile hall? ”

Wu Huan only learned a dozen times that it was a hall in the world. Lei, the son of the Seven Kings of Demons, was the head of the hall. He recruited talented children everywhere to learn martial arts in the juvenile hall. Not only did he not need a penny, but if he could pass the final exam, he could also join the world directly. It was the dream of all children in the North.

The woman touched the child's head: "In the village, but anyone who knows martial arts said," Iron Egg, the child's gift, must be chosen into the juvenile hall! ”

“Mother, I can do it! ”

Wu Huan was silent. If a congenial master had taken the initiative before, it would have been a good thing for the civilian population to dream of, and many legendary stories started here.

But in this case, he is clearly less attractive as an unidentified person than the Church of Juveniles in Heaven.

Unconsciously, the night is late.

The mistress leaves a guest to sleep in a bed with the old man. If his heart is unhappy, he promises to go down.

In the middle of the night, a shadow came to the child's bed, and the white moonlight filled his face, whispering crumbling words: “It is the people of the world who will rape your mother, the world will kill your father! You are a sin. It's all Li Qingshan's fault! ”

The child does not sleep at all and is sleeping sweetly.

When Wuhuan reached out his hand, he would wake him up, and then awaken the hatred in his heart, but he pulled the emptiness under his ribs and felt confused for a while.

No one knows better than him how painful hate tastes.

What does all this have to do with this kid? And that woman. Isn't she suffering enough? She had already suffered such insults, and the child was all she had left.

If I was married to her and had children, it would be this big now. There must be such a gift of talent. I will teach him martial arts...

At that moment, he had an obsessive smile on his face and was suddenly awake.

No, I want revenge!

A moment later, he fell and crashed through the door, crossed the wall and swept away.

“Sir!?” When the woman heard the movement, she rose in her clothes and shook herself forcefully in front of the child's bed: “Iron eggs, wake up! ”

The child rubbed his eyes: "Mother, what's wrong? ”

When the woman sighed, she found a bag of silver on the bed. “What a strange man, but much easier to look at than the old bareback scoundrels in the village. ”

Running through the wild and wild, they roared like wounded beasts.

The bright moon is frosty, the autumn breeze is like a knife, without discerning the path, flavoring north.

“Li Qingshan, come on! Come on, let's end this! ”

When the sky was bright, he came to the north of Pingcheng. The legendary demon came to the city, but he saw the city full of vegetarian vegetables. He cried and his heart was even more desolate. Is there a plague in the city? The devil's head is against the will of heaven. How dare you ignorant fools stay here and follow him!

Yet the flow of people in the streets, unlike the plague, converges in one direction.

Pull out a pedestrian: “Where are so many people going? Whose house is going to be funeral. ”

“Alas, Master Volkswagen is going to be lonely, we are all going to give him a ride! ”

“Is it the abbot of Purdue Temple? ”

Wu Huan was surprised that he had been a famous figure in the world since he was young, and then suddenly the world suddenly went into effect. The whole martial arts was noisy and unbelievable. Some thought he was humiliated and prepared to assassinate Li Qingshan. Others thought he had to do it to save the lives of the monks.

There was a lot of talk, but no one thought he was greedy or afraid to die. Since then, the world has not been able to wave south. It is said that it has much to do with his persuasion and still enjoys a high reputation in the martial arts.

“Alas, I didn't expect to die in this cave! ”

Too late to sigh a lot, he feels he's getting closer to revenge!

……

Buddha's hall is silent, the old monk sits alone, a lonely lamp.

Chasing bad skies, life and death, if you can't fly up, there will be a time limit.

His chances of crushing the void were unlikely, not to mention that he had little time for practice over the years.

If the Juvenile Hall is the hope of the world, then Pudu Hall is the last guarantee and is specifically responsible for providing relief for the reception of widows and handicapped persons. Almost every year for the past 16 years there has been a catastrophe. Despite his resilience, he has left many orphans in the care of Pudu Tang. As the head of the Pudu Tang, he is the food and clothing parent of these children.

However, the world will have limited financial resources. It is also necessary to build bridges, pave roads and build embankments. At most, these people can only die from freezing and starvation. He can have a good meal in the bowl of children. He can have a new clothes on his body and can only run around the edge of wavering.

His old high-rise man can no longer sit on the mountain in Buddhist Hall. He has to enter ordinary people's homes, and sometimes he has to earn money by doing things. Many times he has done dozens of lawsuits, all supported by a genuine qi.

For more than a decade, his reputation in the North was only beneath Li Qingshan, and even higher than Gu Yan Shadow, as if he were the Buddha of all households.

At this moment, the cries of the city are proof.

One night, the aftermath was finally clear, not too much omission after his silence, he could finally calm down and think about his life.

Suddenly I realized that I hadn't thought this through in a long time. I was too busy to say it was a bad idea. I almost left my good thoughts behind. It is necessary to recall that twenty years ago, China was drought, starving for thousands of miles. He led the monks to recite prayers in front of the Buddha, three days and three nights, sleepless.

Compared to the years spent, it was a relaxing enjoyment.

Now he's almost forgotten the scriptures he recited back then. He can't help but smile. Am I still a monk?

Tan Tian's true qi began to collapse, his face faded, but suddenly there was a clear light in his eyes, like he was awake from a big dream, suddenly realized that I was afraid I was obsessed at that time.

But looking back at all these years, there was no remorse at all. Instead, there was a warm and full chest, like lighting a light on the chest, and there was an explanation.

“Master Man, are you good or evil? ”

The sun came in, the morning bell rang, and the lonely light went out.

“Master, we're all alone! ”