"Damn it, I'm not a good monk anymore!" Tong Nan punched the monk in the chest.
Seeing that his brother was being bullied, the monk's companion immediately jumped forward and wanted to sign with Tongnan, but as soon as he jumped out, Wu Min tripped him.
"Okay, Wu Min, since when did you hook up with a lay monk? You are committing suicide." The righteous monk lay on the ground, covering his butt that was broken in half, and mocked Wu Min.
When Wu Min heard what he said, his face was a little embarrassed, and he said, "Senior Brother Tongnan saved your lives. Without him, you would all have died tonight. By saying this, aren't you repaying kindness with enmity?"
What Wu Min said was true. If Tong Nan, Qiao Zhenyue and others hadn't attacked from behind and disrupted the position of the Songshan League disciples tonight, this Shaolin battle might have ended before Yuan Rong took action.
But those righteous monks did not take it seriously and said: "Who wants him to save!"
"I want him to save me!"
Just before the righteous monk finished speaking, Cheng Wu and the leaders of the group came out of the precepts meditation room together.
"The success of Shaolin in overcoming this disaster is due to the cooperation of everyone in the temple. Anyone who talks about the difference between orthodoxy and secularism in Shaolin will be expelled from Shaolin immediately and will not be tolerated!"
The monks were shocked when they heard what Cheng Wu said. They obviously didn't expect that Cheng Wu would set such strict rules because of this matter. But what they didn't expect even more was the gift left by Abbot Liaojie.
Following the reading of several rules, the entire Shaolin Temple was in an uproar. All kinds of discussions were like the waves of the Qiantang River, rushing and colliding in the temple.
Listening to the discussion of the monks, Tongnan was suddenly heartbroken. He tore off his monk's robe and threw it to Wu Min. He said, "Brother, you are the only one of the monks of Wu generation in this temple who looks like a good person.
Goodbye everyone!"
After that, he turned around and left.
Shunde on the side, seeing Tongnan's behavior, also followed suit, handed the monk's robe to Wu Min, said "treasure" and followed after Tongnan.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at the two people and knew that the two people had cooperated with him last night and were very courageous. He cherished talents in his heart and ignored the entanglement. He jumped to the two of them and untied the leader of the Beggar Clan.
He took out two ingots of silver from his pocket and said: "I, Qiao Zhenyue, would like to express my gratitude to the two brothers for their loyalty. I would like to give these two ingots of silver to you as a gift. If you don't want to give them up, you can go to Beggar Clan Jinling to share them."
The helm comes to me and we can renew our old friendship."
Tongnan and Shunde knew that Qiao Zhenyue's martial arts were extraordinary, and they saw that his appearance and demeanor had the style of Yan and Zhao's generous tragic songs. Although they admired him in their hearts, they would not surrender to his master just after leaving the temple, so they had to clasp their fists and say:
"Gang Leader Qiao has promoted me. We will meet again someday."
Qiao Zhenyue didn't force him to stay. After bidding farewell, he strode back to Chengwu. Behind Yuanji and the others, he whispered: "I hope the two masters won't blame me for poaching."
Cheng Wu listened, with a look of displeasure on his face, but Yuan Ji laughed, as if he didn't care, and said: "It is better for this person to go to Beggar Clan than to go to Baiyun Villa in the future."
Cheng Wu listened to what Yuan Ji said and nodded, saying: "Thanks to Gang Leader Qiao for helping us with this matter, Shaolin may be busy in the next few days, and I'm afraid Gang Leader Qiao will be neglected."
Qiao Zhenyue knew that Cheng Wu had given him an order to be kicked out, so he nodded, took Shuang'er with him, said goodbye to the leaders of the Shaolin Temple, and went down the mountain.
On the road, the little girl Shuang'er walked side by side with Qiao Zhenyue, her eyebrows lowered, as if she was not interested in the flowers and plants around her.
Qiao Zhenyue wondered why this innocent and lively couple in the past was silent today, so he couldn't help but look at her from the corner of his eyes. This glance didn't matter, he actually found that the little girl was secretly looking at him there.
As soon as the two people's eyes met, Qiao Zhenyue was fine. Her cheeks immediately turned as red as a ripe apple. She quickly turned her head away and looked at the stone steps under her feet, with bright and dazzling light flowing in her eyes.
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Qiao Zhenyue asked: "What's wrong, sister Shuang'er? Is it hot? Your face is so hot, do you have a fever?" He looked at Shuang'er's appearance and wondered, could it be that Yuan Rong who performed acupuncture yesterday?
Is there some secret in kung fu? Is Shuang'er poisoned?
Shuang'er's face was red, her mouth was clenched tightly, but her two little cheeks were swollen, as if something was swelling in her mouth.
Qiao Zhenyue had never seen a woman look like this before, so he immediately concluded that she had been poisoned. He placed a hand on her pulse and heard her pulse beating extremely fast, "thumping, thumping" like a drum hammer.
"Although this little girl's pulse is strong, why is it so chaotic? Is she infected with heat poison?"
Just as Qiao Zhenyue was wondering, Shuang'er's bulging cheeks slowly deflated, his lips trembled slightly, and he timidly said: "You really wanted to chop yourself off for me last night.
An arm?"
Qiao Zhenyue was stunned and said nonchalantly: "You are still young. You will definitely live longer than me. It's worth it for me to trade my two arms for an innocent little girl."
Shuang'er listened to what he said, her two small lips were tightly closed together, and her eyes were filled with brilliant light: "Can you... can you take me with you in the future? I will be your
Little maid..."
Shuang'er almost finished this sentence in a more choked tone. Her voice was thin and soft with the shyness of a girl, and it sounded thousands of times better than the sound of the stringed instruments and zithers.
Qiao Zhenyue was a little confused and said, "I'm just a beggar, so why do I need a maid?"
When Shuang'er heard this, the tears in her eyes immediately rushed down her face like the Yellow River bursting its banks. She howled: "Is it because I am not good-looking and I am embarrassing you? Do you not want me to follow you?"
, you don’t want me to follow you, why are you so nice to me?”
Just as Shuang'er was crying, two people walked out of the woods. When Qiao Zhenyue heard the noise, he pulled Shuang'er behind him and stared at the place where the leaves were swinging.
