It was cold winter, and it was located in the north. The outside of the ruined temple was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and pedestrians would make a crunching sound when stepping on it.
A group of heroes, men and women, old and young, strong and weak, with their luggage on their backs, walked outside the ruined temple through the snow. , leave in the morning."
He exhaled a cloud of white air from his mouth, showing the coldness.
"Okay, the old man is no longer in his prime, and his hands and feet are a little stiff from the cold." A bald old man responded with a smile.
With his lead, many people agreed, so they divided into several groups, arrived at the gate of the ruined temple, and climbed the steps.
"Stop." The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing a furry cloak and carrying a sword at his waist, "There is a fire inside, I'll go inside first."
The rest of the people immediately looked into the temple warily, only to see a warm orange light shining through the gap between the closed doors and windows.
The middle-aged man pulled out his long sword with one hand, pushed open the temple door with the other, concentrated his gaze, looked in, and suddenly let out a sigh: "Why is there no one?"
He didn't dare to be careless, and looked around the door from a distance. After a while, he saw Meng Qi lying curled up between the fire and the incense table.
The hair is tied up in a bun, the water suit is worn, and there are knives and swords around him. Although I don't hear the sound of breathing, I can feel the obvious breath of life.
"He is a sleeping Taoist leader." The middle-aged man breathed out, as long as he is not an enemy, a master of the underworld, or a disciple of the Moon Village, "Let me keep my voice down, so as not to disturb others, let's start another fire outside." .¡±
The crowd filed in, closed the temple door to block the cold wind, set up a big fire in the center, and sat around in a clearly defined manner. It looked like a makeshift team.
They were all silent, as if they were thinking about their thoughts, they just melted the snow, took out dry food, and ate while roasting.
Meng Qi didn't bother to talk to them, and continued to practice the thirteen postures in the first volume of "Yi Jin Jing" on his own, with a cup of tea for each posture.
"Daddy, Daddy, look, the sleeping position of the Taoist leader is very strange." A teenage girl with braided hair poked her father's arm curiously and excitedly, drawing everyone's attention to Meng Qi.
Her father is the leader. After taking a look, he coughed lightly: "Don't watch other people practice. Be careful of enmity."
"Practice? Daddy, is this practice?" The little girl was very lively and curious.
The leader looked around, with a serious expression on his face: "I heard that the Taoist sect has the technique of guiding and breathing, and the postures are different from ordinary people."
"It's not that I haven't seen an orthodox disciple of the Taoist sect, how can there be such a weird" The young man with acne on his face muttered.
The cold wind was blowing, and the windows and doors rattled, covering his words.
The bald old man coughed: "Mr. Wen is right. When we meet by chance, it is better not to talk about the leader of the trail. We are running around in the snowy night, and the most important thing is to take care of ourselves."
Hearing the word "running", the slightly lively atmosphere suddenly became solidified again.
Just then, someone knocked on the temple door.
Dong dong dong, dong dong, the sound spread far in the snow-white and cold night.
"Who?" Mr. Wen clenched his long sword tightly and asked loudly. He didn't notice anyone approaching at all just now, and he was able to cover up the movement of walking on the snow. This light work is no small feat!
Female, in her twenties, plain white padded jacket and cloak, walked out of the forest when you were discussing my posture, the sound of stepping on the snow was very faint, leaving only shallow footprints, which were immediately covered and erased by snowflakes, and beside her There was also an old man who was tall, covered his body in green robes, hunched over, and possessed the strength to protect his bodyMeng Qi had just finished a round of practice, and he was "answering" their questions in his mind.
In the state of "Yi Jin Jing", I seem to have a feeling of harmony between man and nature, and the feeling of returning to the womb. With the help of this, I can sense the surrounding things better than usual, and the distance of twenty or thirty feet is as if I saw it with my own eyes. , I heard it with my own ears.
"A person who lost his way on a snowy night." A female voice sounded outside the door, with a soft accent and a southern taste.
Mr. Wen smiled guardedly and said, "No Man's Land, please go ahead, both of you."
He can still tell when it's close to the door.
The temple door opened again, and two people came in. They were exactly the same as Meng Qi's "description". Walk to the side with the old man.
Seeing the two of them, the expressions of Mr. Wen and the bald old man changed, whether it was fear or embarrassment.
The red-rope girl and the hunchbacked old man sat on the ground without getting angry, and looked at the text."Is this how you repay him? When Jushenzhuang was in danger, you escaped with many good hands?" Mrs. Hong Xian shouted, "Although I am a weak woman, I have been taught by Senior Huangfu. I will keep this kindness in mind. Today, even if your body is smashed to pieces, you still have to go to Jushen Village to help Miss Huangfu seek justice!"
The god outside the Great Wall also stood up, and said in an old voice: "If there was no owner of Huangfu Village, the old hunchback would have died thirty years ago, and he would have lived an extra thirty years, and he would have lived an extra thirty years in his prime. This old bone is worth it!"
"Yum wood head, don't know if it's dead or alive!" Yin Cece's voice said viciously.
"Okay! This is the chivalrous generation!" Suddenly, Youdao's clear voice sounded.
? Mrs. Hongxian turned her head and looked around, and saw a handsome Taoist priest standing beside the innermost fire. He was dressed in hydration clothes, tied with silk sash, stepped on hemp shoes, carried a sword on his back, and carried a long knife.
What is this Taoist doingWen Qichang and the others were at a loss.
Meng Qi smiled and walked forward: "But chivalrous men never force others. Mr. Wen's strength is gone, and he has a wife and daughter. Even if he stays, it will not help. Instead, he will harm the whole family. It is understandable"
He followed Mrs. Hongxian's previous words and spoke slowly, hearing Wen Qichang and Chi Feng's emotions, hearing Mrs. Hongxian's willow eyebrows stand on end, and hearing that the hunched face of Sai Wai was gloomy.
"Hey, you little Taoist priest understands the truth." Yin Cece's voice praised.
Mrs. Hongxian was about to speak, Meng Qi stroked the handle of the knife, and said with a smile: "The poor are clean, and I have been taught the knife technique by Senior Huangfu. I would like to go to Jushenzhuang with the two of you."
"You" Mrs. Hongxian didn't expect such a big turning point. Looking at the handsome Taoist priest in front of her, she didn't know how to speak.
Yin Cece's voice snorted coldly: "It turns out that he is also a reckless"
Before the words were finished, Meng Qi was fighting Chun Lei with his tongue, and his voice was gathered together:
"Hide your head and show your tail, come down for me!"
He used the Bajiu Xuangong to imitate Zilei Jin to push Lei Yan.
"Hide your head and show your tail, come down for me!"
The sound after sound was like a huge thunder, and there was a purple electric shock hidden in the midair.
Click, plop, someone fell from the roof, his whole body twitched, as if struck by lightning, and the sinister sound disappeared completely. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com