Sister, you miss me

Qin Zhong knew that someone had attacked, but couldn't relax his hands, so he had to use a heavy drop to stabilize his figure.

The next moment, Qin Zhong didn't move at all with a violent kick in his back.

Liu Shenghaowu's expression changed. He said that this person was unfathomable, but without hesitation, he raised his mountaineering pick and slashed towards Qin Zhong.

"Be careful." Yang Feng shouted again for warning.

Qin Zhong used the iron bridge, grabbed the ground with both feet, avoiding the deadly pick.

"Brother," Junko Liu Sheng hugged Liu Shenghao Wu's midfielder desperately, "You are crazy."

"Killing my father's enemy, a god-given opportunity, I want revenge!" Liu Shenghaowu encouraged the struggle.

"No, he didn't kill his father." Liu Shengchunzi said.

"Go away." Liu Sheng Haowu successfully dumped his sister.

"Ah—" Junko Liu Sheng flew out and fell off the cliff, having to climb the edge of the ice with both palms, hanging there and shouting hysterically.

Liu Shenghaowu gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, brother, I will save you after taking revenge."

At this moment, Yang Feng only rose three meters, and Liu Shenghaowu attacked Qin Zhong again.

Qin Zhong dodged from left to right. After a few moves, Liu Sheng Haowu saw the famous man, smiled coldly, and slammed Qin Zhong's left foot with a pick.

Qin Zhong's left knee was bent just right, and he pushed his pick up.

Yagyu gave a cruel smile, and the climbing pick swept across the bottom plate.

Qin Zhongqian had poor skills, a guy with a sharp pick plunged into his left ankle, and his body was shocked.

"Let go, let go, I forgive you." Yang Feng shook his head and cried.

Yusheng Haowu drew out his pickaxe and slammed it again, this time plunged into Qin Zhong's right calf.

"Dad, let go, or you will die." Yang Feng burst into tears, "I'm dead, I won't forgive you!"

"One-up-on-road-let's go!" Liu Sheng Haowu finished speaking, raising his pickaxe again.

"Get up!" Qin Zhong shouted.

Yang Feng was raised vigorously. At this moment, Liu Sheng Haowu's climbing pick had just reached the highest point, and then he saw Yang Feng kicking him angrily.

"Go to hell!"

Unsurprisingly, Hao Wu Yanu flew out of the cliff.

"Ounisan--" Junko Yanu cried loudly when he saw his brother flying off from him.

"Dad, you... are you okay." Yang Feng hurriedly helped Qin Zhong sit down and checked his injuries with tears.

"If you don't cry, you won't die." Qin Zhongyun wiped his tears lightly.

"I blame me, I'm sorry." Yang Feng cried and shook his head.

"Between father and son, these three words are not needed." As he said, Qin Zhong pointed to Liu Shengchunzi, "Save people, that girl is not bad."

Love the house and the black, hate the house and the black, because of the relationship between Liu Sheng and Wu, Yang Feng hated Liu Sheng Junzi together, originally planned to die.

But Qin Zhong said, Yang Feng just gritted his teeth and stared at her with blood-red eyes, and pulled her up.

"Thank you, sorry." Junko Yanagi bowed with tears.

"Are you friends with Xiaofeng?" Qin Zhong said with a generous smile, without mentioning anything just now.

"I don't have that blessing." Junzi Liu Sheng spoke very slowly, speaking more bluntly in Mandarin.

Qin Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and he heard a strange howling sound vaguely.

"not good."

The next moment, the endless snow and ice flooded the three of them.

In front of the mighty power of nature, the individual is small like an ant.

That night, the base camp issued a notice: An ice avalanche occurred in the Khumbu Glacier, and the two were missing.

That's right, only the siblings of Liu Sheng's family, Yang Feng and Qin Zhong are not on the list.

...

Yang Feng opened his eyes and found that he was in an unfamiliar environment.

Close your eyes, just remember that at the last moment before the coma, ice and snow swallowed three people.

I don't know how long I slept.

With wind bells and faint chanting sounds in his ears, Yang Feng suspected that he had returned to the base camp, which is Rongbuk Monastery, because he also smelled a faint smell of incense.

Yang Feng inspected it internally and found that he was not in a serious condition. He was about to get up and heard someone talking outside.

"Brother, you would rather pass the secret technique to an outsider than to pass the light." A man with full of air said Tibetan.

"Red Sun," the other voice was feeble, "Mingguang is your son. It's wise to be talented, but he can't learn secret skills."

"Why?" Hongri asked.

"He failed to comprehend the mysteries of the human body, he didn't understand internal power."

"That young man who slept for three and a half days alive understands?" Hong Ri said in an angry voice.

"Yes, this is God's will. Six days before I passed away, a heir was sent to me, thank God."

"Brother, you have three days left." Hong Japanese was cold.

"Thank you Junior Brother for reminding that three days are enough, he should wake up." The voice was old and his tone was firm.

"Brother, it seems that you have eaten the weight of the weight." Hongri's voice was full of anger.

"Hongri, I have promised you that Mingguang will take over me as the abbot of Xuankong Temple. What do you want?"

"Red Sun's words are all here, please think twice."

After all, I heard the sound of the red sun blowing away.

"Donor Yang, are you awake?" The old voice came again, this time in Chinese.

Yang Feng was digesting the information he had accidentally heard, when someone called him suddenly, his heart was shocked, and at the same time, he was shocked at the unpredictability of the other party.

Yang Feng immediately got out of bed and opened a curtain. There was a lotus throne in the center of the candlelight. In the seat was an old monk in red, with white beard and eyebrows.

"Master, thank you for your help." Yang Feng bowed his head.

"Sang Ma." The master had no wind and automatically.

"Master Sang Ma?"

The old monk nodded lightly.

"Master Sang Ma, why am I here?"

"The donor Qin and a female donor sent you over. You slept for three whole days."

"I... my dad?" I call this stuff, the more I call it, the smoother I call it.

"He left beforehand."

"But his injury..." Yang Feng looked worried.I heard that if I was injured at a high altitude, I would get sepsis if I was not careful, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"It's okay, I have an acquaintance with him, I anointed him with black jade intermittently."

"Thank you, Master." Yang Feng put his heart back in his stomach.

Master Sang Ma nodded slightly.

"Junko... how is she?"

"Your girlfriend?" Master Sang Ma asked with a smile.

"No, friends can't talk about it, a very complicated relationship." Yang Feng scratched his head.

"In Lao Na's view, the donor is very important in the heart of the Dongying woman."

"How do you say?" Yang Feng asked, looking at Sang Ma's vicissitudes of life and wise eyes.

"In the three days, she will clean up for you sooner or later, often watching your broken arm cry."

Yang Feng was silent.

Master Sang Ma continued: "The reason why your father left you is to let me hear your story."

"Master..." Sang Ma's eyes were warm and kind, as if he had a special magic power, which made people want to express their hearts involuntarily.

Therefore, Yang Feng lay down on the lotus seat, telling his own experiences one by one.

Of course, not all, such as how many women you have, the master may not be interested.

Speaking of his arm being cut off, Yang Feng couldn't help crying.

"I had a chance to take it back, but who knew that I met an old enemy and it was another fierce battle. I narrowly won, but I also lost my arm forever." At this point, Yang Feng looked at Sang Ma with tears, "Master, you say Is this providence?"

"Do you have hate in your heart?" Sang Ma asked not to answer.

"Hate? I hate it so much I want to kill." Yang Feng cast his eyes to his right arm, where black ointment was smeared.

"But, have you thought about the reason? Even if you face that girl, can you do it again?"

"I do not know."

"You are a kind child, you know, the other person loves you, even if you don’t love her, she has the right to love others, this is not wrong, because love becomes hate and even swords are facing each other, doing stupid things on impulse, to the beloved People have caused irreparable harm, I am afraid she will regret it now! Have things developed to this point, have you considered your own reasons?"

Yang Feng didn't speak, but his surprise was written on his face.

"The monks pay attention to the cycle of cause and effect, and all mundane things have cause and effect."

"Grandmaster……"

"Can I call you Xiaofeng?"

"of course."

"Xiao Feng, do you know where is this place?"

Yang Feng shook his head.

"Xuankong Temple, a place higher than Rongbuk Monastery, just doesn't exist in the eyes of secular people." Master Sang Ma looked at him and said: "Ordinary people can't get in. In thirty years, you are the second foreigner. man of."

"the first is……"

"Your father Qin Shizhu."

"If it weren't for the ice collapse, we wouldn't be able to come." Yang Feng felt incredible.

Master Sang Ma shook his head: "Ice crashes happen from time to time, but only the three of you come to my temple. This is a chance, it is God's will."

Yang Feng wanted to say that this was an adventure.

Master Sang Ma lightly sighed: "Lao Na has been practicing Tantric Buddhism for a long time. He has penetrated life and death. However, the deadline is approaching, but he has to worry about the things behind him."

"Master, can you let the kid share the worries for you?"

"Haha, nothing can't be said to others." Master Sang Ma frankly told Yang Feng all his worries.

In Sangma’s mouth, the younger brother Hongri is unruly and rebellious. He has practiced in his first life and still cannot bear fame and fortune. Hongri’s son Mingguang is well-versed in Buddhism and has a pure temperament. He is only forced by his father’s lust and will often act against his will or even his conscience .

Sang Ma is not worried about herself, but the survival of the temple.

Sang Ma told Yang Feng that in the so-called Tantric Buddhism, many secret methods must be taught through oral and heart-to-heart teaching, and they are basically single transmissions.

At this point, Sang Ma's eyes suddenly resembled a bright flashlight, and Yang Feng had nowhere to hide, and Sang Ma Ru's electric light saw clearly from the outside to the inside.

"Hongri hopes that his son Mingguang will practice the secret technique, but he is not qualified at all. I pass it to him, it doesn't mean to throw it away. Hongri can't figure it out, I'm afraid this matter can't be done well."

"Master, what do you mean... you want to pass it to me?" Yang Feng said uncertainly.

Sang Ma nodded slightly: "You are the child of Donor Qin and got his true biography. When you were in a coma, Lao Na also probed your body. It turns out that your young age has not only broken the entrance to life and death, but your internal strength is also not small. watch for."

Yang Feng did not comment, and said: "Keeping the guilty, in this case, I can't help but be contaminated with a certain cause and effect."

"Why, afraid?" Sang Ma asked with a smile.

Yang Feng smiled and said: "Masters and experts have their own worries, of course I have, but I am not afraid of the red sun."

"Good boy."

"Master, there is a good old saying that children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren." Yang Feng looked at Sang Ma's dim eyes, "Since it is a hundred years later, what should I worry about."

Sangma laughed loudly: "I'll give you a word to wake up the person in your dream." Then, Sangma's face was whole and he shouted, "Kneel down."