Chapter 20: Emei

Because of the dead, the mysterious cave of Emei Mountain was quickly exposed by the media, and the Wen people learned about it. Later, some experts visited it and announced that the air in this cave contains a large amount of arsenic, which has been blocked. At the same time, the mainstream media have also advised the public not to drill if they see a hole ...
Wen Tunhai nodded tiredly: "These tourists soon died. The symptoms are exactly the same as the venomous and colorful water that our Wen family inherited from their ancestors. Wen Leyang, you look at this again. It was a mural photographed by a tourist before he died. "
Wen Leyang only glanced at it, and jumped up with a bang: "wrong fist, the first type!"
It is a matter of great importance. The four ancestors of the Wen family went down the mountain and rushed to the Emei Mountain to cut the Yanfeng Peak. Several old masters analyzed that this cave has a long history and is likely to be related to the ancestor's extension. Emei Mountain is a place of spiritual beauty. In case, they also brought all the masters with the most powerful combat fonts.
Wen Tunhai's spirit gradually languished, after all, he was seriously injured: "Emeishan and Jiudingshan, if you take a car, it takes only two days of kung fu. The four dads have been going for nearly four months, and the phone has not been able to get through. I was guarding the village and could not leave. I sent several disciples to look for it. There was no news. "
Wen Leyang has stood up: "I will go to Emei Mountain to cut the Yanfeng Mountain now. But ... over the Dingyang Palace, you are now in the village yourself ..."
Uncle Bo's smile: "Do you think there is only a ban in the red leaf forest? But now that our Wen family has more contacts with the outside world, the big dad is afraid of hurting innocent by mistake, so he banned the ban, otherwise how can we allow a few bull noses to go up in the mountains! You do n’t have to worry about things, as soon as you leave, I will immediately seal the mountain. "
Xiao Yi also stood up with Wen Leyang, and his small hand held him, his big eyes were all looking forward to.
Wen Leyang hurriedly shook his head: "You will not poison Gong ..." Xiao Yi took out the big lama from the bag behind her back, and filled the fire with his hands and feet, and it was finished in a moment. He said with a head: "No, I have "It!" A little girl, with a firm expression, hugged an old-fashioned birdbill whose root is not much smaller than hers, looks ridiculous.
Wen Tunhai also said on the side: "Xiao Yi understands a lot, and it is a good helper to bring with him. The Emei Mountain Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, with Xiao Yi's knowledge, can save a lot of trouble." He is purely selfish, and Wen Leyang is a child who has been watching since childhood. The junior who grew up and got along the first two years of the year, was also a disciple who was inherited by the Wen family. For him, Xiao Yi was just a little girl who had met, as long as he could help his nephew a little, He would encourage Wen Leyang to be with him.
If the four masters are here, they would have beaten Wen Tunhai.
Wen Leyang hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in a difficult way, determined that if it is really dangerous, even if he fights for a small life, he will not make Xiao vulnerable.
If Wen Tunhai knew that he had this thought in his stubborn eyes, he would have to leave Xiao Yi.
The little girl cheered indulgently, and the two silly uncles took a step, each holding Wen Leyang tightly in the middle, with a firm expression.
Wen Tunhai snapped the bed board and said angrily: "This time Wen Leyang is going to do the right thing!"
The two silly uncles immediately wanted to be sloppy. Wen Leyang was busy playing the round. The four grandpas were missing. The uncle is now seriously injured. There are not many good players in the Wenjia village. He really is not at ease. Wen Xiancai reluctantly stayed in the village to protect the boss.
Wen Leyang was instructed by the uncle again, and agreed to set off for Emei Mountain early the next morning. Then he went out to visit his parents, elders, and good brothers and sisters. He had just defeated a group of magician priests in the village. Extremely high, wherever you go, there are kind smiles and admiring eyes. Especially his parents, who almost laughed, did not shut their mouths. In the eyes of the Wen family, learning to be a disciple in the inner room was more awe-inspiring than the son of the captain of the city management team.
Early the next morning, Wen Leyang, with Xiaoyi, went down the mountain in the tears of his father Chunchun and his mother's tears. The little girl thought about it and collected a handful of winter red grass from the village. Wen Leyang entered the old and sick sick place in spring, studied for half a year, and was comatose for nearly four months. It is already the winter season. The mountains are withered and only this winter red The grass is also persistently blooming a ray of color.
Walked to the foot of the mountain and the two sat on the long-distance bus bound for Mount Emei.
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Emei is a world show, the mountain is majestic, and it is thousands of miles away. The bus arrives at the foot of Emei Mountain. According to the detailed map provided by Uncle, Wen Leyang took the little girl to the map and went straight to the Yanfeng Peak. She gradually deviated from the road. It was still physical strength, which was a big step up from before the coma, and the rugged mountains didn't matter at all.
Since she entered the mountain, the little girl has never got off Wen Leyang's back.
Wen Leyang remembered the four grandpas. He had strong muscles and sharp eyes. He did n’t even take a rest at night, and started to hurry as soon as he entered the mountain. One day later, the mountains were full of reckless winter mountains, and Wan Mu was withered in the severe cold, but from afar, it added a bit of desolate beauty to the mountain of Lingxiu.
Wen Leyang felt okay. The little girl could not bear it first. The two set up a campfire on a gentle hillside and took a break.
Xiao Yi is out for the first time, although she is also very tired, and she knows so much. The most popular thing she sees in the font size is the records of these travel notes. Her mouth is not idle and she keeps talking about Mount Emei Legends circulated here, from the Jianghu School that actually existed to the illusory swordsman flying immortals, the total number of Lin Lin.
Wen Leyang was a little dignified, but she couldn't bear to disturb the little girl's interest, just because she talked and laughed again and again, she also attached a few sentences.
Suddenly, there was a very slight sound of dead branches breaking, not far away, Wen Leyang's heart tightened, his expression on his face was normal, and the direction of the sound was slightly adjusted, facing the source of the sound, Xiao Yi was all covered Behind him.
Soon, the Buddha's number interrupted Xiao Yi's crisp laughter. A sloppy fat monk walked in a brisk walk.
Xiaoyi oh, thought that when he met a robber, he would have to get rid of the big horn behind him.
The monk is about forty years old, with a string of dove egg-sized beads hanging around his neck, and he can't see what the material is. The man is taller than Wen Leyang's feet, and the whole bulging under the monk's robe is full of fat, but it has a pair of small hands and feet. It looks like a compass is put in an apple, and the facial features seem to be pinched by his father when he was born. One hand, a big silver basin face, nose, eyes and mouth were squeezed in the middle. Growing up like this, and being able to squeeze out the seriousness of the face, it is indeed something quite beyond self.
The fat monk saw that Wen Leyang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were shining, and he quickly stepped over like a big mountain. After turning around him twice, he suddenly cheered and began to laugh, and his belly was full of fat. The trembling tremor was amazing. Wen Leyang now has good ear sounds, and almost all of them heard the sound of Jing Tao patting the shore.
Xiao Yi hid behind Wen Leyang and whispered, "Look at the monk's shoes." The cloth shoes on the fat monk's feet do not know how long they have been worn. .
The monk smiled for a while, then stretched out his hand and patted Wen Leyang's shoulder: "Little donor, fate!"
Wen Leyang desperately suppressed the poisoned Yu Wang, Wen Bucao's shoulder, but not anyone can shoot, and he smiled a little puzzled: "Master, what fate?"
"Small donor bones are strange, exquisite, exquisite, introverted, not fate, quickly kowtow to apprentice!" The monk said while pulling out of his arms for a long time, and actually took out a thick dozen of hundred dollars The big bill, the dead begging Bai Lai stuffed in Wen Leyang's hand: "This is the meeting gift from Master!"
Wen Leyang was crying and laughing with his banknotes. He is a successor of Tuosha, and of course he can no longer worship the master. Even if he is nothing, it is impossible to worship a blind current as a teacher. He has n’t had time to speak yet. After a while, an old man of the same height as the monk ran up.
The fat monk seems to have known this old man for a long time, and he was furious when he saw it, and he blocked Wen Leyang behind him, screaming and cursing: "Bull nose, the ghost is everywhere, you dare to grab the apprentice with Lao Guan. ? "
Wen Leyang remembered a joke that grabbed the teacher too.
Lao Dao didn't pay attention to Wen Leyang. He heard the monk shouting, slightly stunned, and looked at the boy carefully. He also showed ecstasy like the monk and laughed and said to Wen Leyang: "This little brother, don't be monk When you worship the poor Dao as a teacher, Master will teach you immortality and gold! "He said that he jumped up and stretched out his hand, and hurled down the monk's bald head." Bald donkey, don't block Dao Ye. " ! "
The monk was stupid and a little unspoken. He lifted his small hand and punched his fist in the face of the old man. It was a fist, and the two of them struck each other at the same time. They each stepped back a few steps and struggled.
The monk has a hot palm print on top of his head, and a dark black circle on his left eye.
The old age is similar to the monk, the image is much brighter than the monk, the face is like purple jade, the back of the bee waist ape, the purple jade crown on his head, a clear green hosta passes through the hairpin to live long hair, He was wearing a soap green robe, and a wave of water rippled with the wind.
Xiao Yi said behind Wen Leyang: "Look at the old shoes."
Although they are all worn shoes, but the old shoes are still not as good as the monks, only one big toe is exposed.
The old princess blushed hard, trying to retract his toes back into his shoes, and the bones of the fairy wind fluttered with the wind all at once, leaving only exclamation marks everywhere.
The old man came back one step late, watching Wen Leyang holding a thick stack of banknotes in his hand, a little anxious in his heart, afraid that a good piece of material would run with the monk, and reached out and pulled out a red piece from his arms that seemed to rise in flames The square jade pendant was stuffed into Wen Leyang's hands: "Little brother, this is a rare treasure, far from those comparable to gold and silver folks!"
Wen Leyang just took it, and Xiao Yi suddenly gave a loud surprise, reached out and took the jade Pei away, squinted Lingxiu's big eyes, and watched this jade pea carefully against the sunlight.
Wen Leyang hurriedly pulled Xiao Yi to his side. Hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the deep mountains, especially Emeishan, a wonderful place. Just now, the monk reached out for a trick. Although it was not a great deal, he was extremely solid.
Xiao Yi looked at it for a while, put Yu Pei in his palm and started rubbing violently. The old man stuttered and hurriedly stopped: "You ... what are you doing, let go, don't ruin the fairy's baby!" But it seems to be hindering men and women There is a difference. Although I was in a hurry, I never put a finger on Xiao Yi.
Wen Leyang couldn't help but glanced at the Taoist Gao.
Xiao Yi frustrated Yu Pei a few times, raised his hand and said to Wen Leyang, "Fake!" The original white and tender palms were now dyed with a large amount of red paint.
Wen Leyang's heart moved, and quickly looked down at the banknotes in his hands ... all numbered.
Two monks, one with fake banknotes and one with fake jade, and they still have no professional ethics of fake banknotes and fake jade, successfully tied in the first round.
Wen Xiaoyi stared at them both crying and smiling: "Meeting ceremony? Xianjia treasure? Do you want a face?"
The monk's gaze looked lightly into the distance: "How can things outside the body enter the eyes of the Fa, and look at the Dao to cultivate immortals, and how can they be caught by the common things."
Lao Dao is smarter than a monk. At the critical moment, he does not install large cloves of garlic. He bit his teeth fiercely and pulled a small square card from his arms. He put a hand in Wen Leyang: "This is for you, a really good baby! "
Wen Leyang only felt a sensation of coldness in his tentacles, and at the same time there was a shrill whisper in his ear. He looked down at what the old man gave him. It was a stone-like jade square brand, which was about the size of a mobile phone battery. In the pattern, there is a curvy ancient seal.
Xiaoyi grabbed Wen Leyang's hand obviously tight, tipped his toes and whispered in his ear: "This is the mark of the soul of Crow Ridge! Lao Tao ... Is it the Luojia Luo family?"
Wen Leyang shook his head and gently measured the soul mark in his hand. Although he did not know what this thing was used for, it was definitely not made by the Luo family as a business gift. If the old man really came down from Crow Ridge, he would not take this thing and give it away.
There is still a difference between the Soul Seal and the carrot.
The monk yelled, couldn't care about the styling, and also got his head round to see the Soul Seal. After a moment, he suddenly realized that he touched his arms, as if regretting the thigh.
The old man looked down at Wen Leyang and said nothing, his eyes were full of pride: "This is a meeting ceremony for the teacher. You should take it away carefully, but you can't show it to others, this thing ..."
Wen Leyang raised his head, and his tone was more polite: "What do you call the director?"
Lao Dao was very happy, barely making a calm look, and slightly nodded with a smile: "Being a master of the Tao, Ji Fei, an unpredictable Taoist demon, a three-foot Qingfeng Wei Dao demon, six soul money Qiankun, nine photos Xianfu ... "
The monk couldn't bring out any good things. He watched the baby apprentice he found first followed others. He was downcast, but now he heard the boastful bragging, and he reached out and raised his fist against the little tree next to him. He clicked and clicked. He was punched in two.
Xiaoyi was so frightened that she stick out her tongue: "What do you call the master?"
The monk took a closer look at the little girl ~ EbookFREE.me ~ her eyes gradually became brighter, but after a while, she dimmed again, shaking her head and sternly replied: "The little girl is also good in qualifications, her eyebrows are clear and clear, but it is a pity that Lao Qun Throughout the practice, pass on the boy but not the girl, the girl, you are not good enough! "
Wen Leyang was convinced. The two monks looked uncomfortable. Both braggers learned from a master.
Xiaoyi giggled and shook his head: "I don't want you to be a master, what is the name of a monk?"
"Old Master Guan Shui Jing." The monk is long and vulgar, and his face is fat, but his name is quite elegant.
Wen Leyang's hands carefully held Zhaozhao Yin and asked Ji Fei Lao Tao: "Dao Chang, what is this?"
"This ..." Lao Dao was caressing Long Beard's hand stiffly, and his eyes flickered and answered, "This ... this is a thunderstorm order! It can call the wind and rain to lead Tianlei. It is our ... the treasure of our martial arts. You put it away. This brand will naturally be useful when Daoist law is completed. "
Suddenly, the monk burst into a deafening laugh.
Lao Dao's expression changed drastically. His humorous body jumped high, his fists and feet flew towards the monk, and he scolded loudly in his mouth: "The bald donkey rolls fast. It's a good thing for Dao Lord, Dao grilled Your dog skin! "
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