The drizzle in the mountains, accompanied by the slight south wind, cooled down the heat-heating weather. The two tourists walking on the mountain road were wearing slim shoes and holding bamboo sticks, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. They simply took the hat on their heads to block the sun from their heads and enjoyed the coolness brought by the drizzle.

"Uncle Master, there is a spring water in front of you." The young man walking in front shouted in surprise. It was Linghu Chong.

"Go to the front to take a rest and fill the water bag." Lu Buming walked slowly behind him.

At this time, the two were walking among the mountains of Fujian and heading to Nan Shaolin Temple.

Visiting Nan Shaolin Temple in Fujian was one of the destinations for the two of them. However, the itinerary was delayed again and again, and this time it was finally completed and successfully arrived at the boundary of Nan Shaolin Temple. However, the scorching heat along the way made the two northerners suffer enough of the bitter summer in the subtropical region.

The spring water was clear and delicious. The uncle and nephew drank a lot and filled the water bag. Then they sat on the side of the road for a while to rest.

At this time, there was only a sound of horse hooves, and more than ten riders galloped from a distance of the mountain road. In a short while, more than ten knights in straw raincoats flew past the two of them, turned over a mountain road, and disappeared.

"Uncle Master, I just said riding a horse. You insist on walking and riding a horse. We have already arrived in Nan Shaolin." Linghu Chong said with some jealousy as he looked at the other person riding a horse.

"What do you know? Riding a horse is called rushing. Walking is traveling. Only by being truly close to nature can you truly experience the magic and beauty of nature." Lu Buming said disdainfully.

"I just say some words about clouds, mountains and mist all day long." Linghu Chong muttered in a low voice.

Looking at the mountains and forests in the drizzle, Lu Buming was a little poetic and said with emotion: "Su Dongpo's Ding Fengbo: 'Don't listen to the sound of leaves passing through the forest, why not sing and whistle and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat is miserable for life." This kind of free and easy temperament. Look at us now, it is just 'bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses', which is not the same as the meaning of the word. Let's walk slowly by my uncle and nephew!"

As he said that, he took the lead and walked forward. He was humming a tune that was unsuccessful.

Seeing the style of uncle's master, Linghu Chong had no choice but to get up and follow him. After all, it was still cooler to walk in the light rain.

For Lu Buming, Nan Shaolin Temple has long been famous. Many heroes performed in movies and TV series in previous life are from Nan Shaolin. Hong Xiguan, Fang Shiyu, Huang Feihong, Yan Yongchun, Tieqiao San, Shaolin Fifth Ancestor, etc. are all the objects of worship by Lu Ming when he was young, and the enlightenment of the martial arts dream. Seeing that he was about to come to Nan Shaolin, he was still a little excited.

The weather in the mountains is changing easily. After a while, the wind and rain are getting heavier. Seeing the dark clouds in the sky, it is afraid that heavy rain will come. The two of them have to speed up and use the golden geese to rush on the road. The mountain road in the rain is very slippery, and they can only see the two of them jumping forward one in front and back one in length, which is about a meter.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, I saw Lu Buming walking in front, with a natural expression, light steps, and fluttering sleeves, like a god among immortals. However, Linghu Chong struggled, followed Lu Buming closely, strode to chase, and his breath gradually subsided.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound: "Great lightness." The sound was like a bell, full of energy.

Lu Buming looked in the sound and saw a tall figure standing on the hillside next to the road, wearing a straw hat, a straw raincoat, and carrying a load on his shoulders. Because he was far away, the rain also affected his vision and could not see the person's face clearly.

This man stood high and saw far. He walked on the hillside and noticed Lu Buming and Linghu Chong on the downhill road early.

Unknown to the enemy and friend, Lu Buming stopped hearing the sound.

The man stopped when he saw Lu Buming and shouted loudly: "Do you two want to go to Nan Shaolin?"

Lu Buming said in a deep voice: "That's right. I wonder what advice you have?"

"Why do you have any advice? The Sa family is also going to Nan Shaolin. It is the same route. It is a match for the first match." Before Lu Buming could answer, he laughed and walked along the trail on the slope.

Linghu Chong caught up and said, "Uncle Master, who is this person?"

"This person is free and easy. He is a fellow man. He asked him who is doing what he is. He should follow him." Lu Buming didn't care. This was in line with the status of the Tiannan martial arts giant who hides dragons and crouches tigers in the southern Shaolin. This trip was a bit interesting.

As soon as the words were finished, a little under his feet, the person had already jumped out.

Linghu Chong stomped his feet helplessly and followed him hurriedly. At this time, Lu Buming's figure had already gone far away.

The mountain road and the hillside path are far away, seven or eight feet apart. The man on the slope is carrying a load and strides, with a big step and heavy step. It seems that he is not fast, but he is walking very fast. Although he is splashing mud and water, he has already gone far away. From a distance, he looks like a water dragon waving up.

Lu Buming's toes lightly, and the water patterns on the road under his feet only ripples, silently, his trousers' legs were not stuck in any mud and water. His body was like a bird leaping into the forest, jumping along the mountain road.

Although the man on the slope started early, after a few breaths, Lu Buming was already running side by side with him. One was on the slope and the other was on the mountain road, and he advanced side by side.

After a stick of incense, the mountain road was about to end, and the archway of the Nan Shaolin Temple was right in front of me. The man on the slope was obviously running, trying to win the battle for light skills. He shouted again and leaped down the hillside with a big strode. The hillside was three or four feet high, and with a "bang", the landing point was indeed accurate, and his feet fell on a slanted rock halfway. This shocked the mud around the rocks, which showed the huge force. The man was short and took advantage of his momentum to kick his feet, jumping over like a cannonball. This jump was four or five feet away. After landing, mud and water splashed everywhere, but he didn't care and rushed forward.

Regardless of it, he rushed to the archway in one breath. Seeing that there was no one in front of him, it seemed that he had come to the archway before Lu Buming. The strong man carrying the load couldn't help but laugh proudly.

He turned his head and was about to say something, but found that there was no one behind him. There was only a bamboo stick inserted on the ground a few feet away. He looked up quickly. Sure enough, there was a person standing on the archway. It was Lu Buming, who was fighting with him, who was fighting with him.

It turned out that Lu Buming still had his spare energy along the way. After all, the man was carrying the load and was just standing with him. Unexpectedly, the strong man carrying the burden was so competitive, and in the last part he was so desperate. The mud and water splashed everywhere after he jumped down the slope and landed, and he didn't want to be splashed all over the mud, Lu Buming had to jump high and avoid it. Seeing this person heading straight to the archway, Lu Buming was also competitive. He was in the air, threw the bamboo stick out and inserted it on the ground. When his body descended, he stepped on the bamboo stick with his toes and took the force to rise into the air, and flew up to the high archway like a geese.

The two of them looked up and down, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

"The master's light skills are great. This game is lost by Sajia. Sajia admires it, admires it." The strong man carrying the load said with a straightforward temperament.

Lu Buming jumped down gently, landed silently, and the water waves under his feet only rose slightly. "There is nowhere, there, there is nothing but taking advantage of empty-handedness." Lu Buming also reciprocated his favor and spoke very politely.

The strong man carrying the load disagreed and said straight: "If you lose, you will lose." As he said that, he wiped the mud and water on his face. "Looking at the mud and water of the family, the judgment is made. Today, he is fortunate to be able to see such a brilliant Taoist simplicity in his body, which is worth the vain trip of the family."

As he said that, he put down the burden on his shoulders, and regardless of the increasing rain, he took off the hat on his head. The man was shiny and had a talisman on his head. He was forty-year-old, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a beard on his face. He was as powerful as a guardian arhat without anger. The monk clasped his hands together and bowed his head to his head as a ritual: "The name of the family, Yixiu, the monk from the Nan Shaolin Arhat Hall. I don't know what the emperor's lord is?"

"Ikkyu?" Lu Buming looked up and down at the tall monk, trying his best to control his face and expression, for fear that he would laugh out loud.

Seeing that Lu Buming's face looked strange, Monk Yixiu was a little strange and was about to ask questions. At this time, someone shouted loudly: "Who is it? Is it so bold that I bully me, Nan Shaolin, no one?"

Monk Yixiu heard the sound familiar. When he turned around, he saw more than ten monks on the mountain gate running towards him with sticks. The person in charge was his junior brother Yien. He knew that Yien had always been responsible for the safety of the mountain gate in the temple. Just now, Lu Buming used his light skills to jump to the archway, probably because he misunderstood.

Lu Buming also knew that he was afraid that he would cause trouble because he used his light skills just now. But he was not worried. Because he had the tall monk Ikkyu here, it was easy to explain clearly.

After a few breaths, Monk Yien led his disciples to surround Lu Buming, and they all glared. Monk Yixiu hurriedly pulled Yien aside and explained the two of them just now's competition for light skills.

Yien didn't say anything, and came to Lu Buming again and looked at Lu Buming coldly. He asked bluntly, "Who are you? Why did you go to Nan Shaolin Temple?"

He heard Yien's tone was not kind. Lu Buming felt a little displeased. But after all, he was not doing anything wrong, and with the continuous rain, he entered the temple to shelter from the rain earlier. He said calmly: "In Xiahua Mountain, Lu Buming."

"You are the jade swordsman of Huashan Sword Sect, Lu Buming." Ikkyu was very surprised. "I have heard of Daming for a long time. I have a reputation. I think your light skills are Jin Yan Gong."

I heard that he is a master of the Huashan Sword Sect, a great sect and a famous sect in the Central Plains. The jade swordsman Lu Buming is also a little famous. The face of that monk Yi'en also improved a lot. "I wonder what the hell of Lu is so important?"

"I traveled with my junior brothers all the way. Because of my reputation as Shaolin Temple in Nan, I came to visit me. I just met Master Ikki on the mountain road. I was on the whim and compared my feet. But I was reckless in my behavior."

"Oh, it's also the joy of seeing the hunter at the Sa family. Daxia Lu, come to my Nan Shaolin, but the distinguished guest must stay for a few more days. The Sa family has longed for the Huashan sword technique." But Ikkyu said it, and was very straightforward. "Let's go to the temple to avoid it in this rainy weather. I report to the abbot, and the master, and he will be very happy."

Seeing that my senior brother said this, it was hard to say anything else.

Monk Ikkyu asked his disciples to carry the load again and shouted: "Go, go, hurry into the temple, hurry into the temple."

Lu Buming hurriedly said, "There is another junior nephew below, and he is still behind."

Yi En came over and said, "I will arrange for the mountain disciples to take care of him. Lu Daxia. Please ask." As he said that, Yi En suddenly grabbed the bamboo stick in Lu Buming's hand. This grab was exactly the skill of Shaolin's little grasping hand. "The mountain road is slippery, so let me lead the way for Lu Daxia."

Lu Buming shrank his wrist and lifted the bamboo stick diagonally, lifted the head of the stick, pointing to Yien's Shenmen point. If Yien grasped it firmly, the Shenmen point on his hand was first touched by the head of the stick. It was a change of "Gu Bosen Sen" in Huashan's sword technique. "Master Yien, don't be polite."

Yien's little grapple moves quickly, his arm protruded and stretched out, and he quickly tapped Lu Buming's tiger's mouth. However, the bamboo stick in Lu Buming's hand stretched and contracted, and gently tapped on the back of Yien's hand and then took it back. It was the wonderful change that came first.

Every kind and amazement, he slowly withdrew his arm. His arrogance suddenly disappeared. The famous Wuxu Scholar, Huashan's swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary. He clasped his hands very respectfully. "Sir Lu, please."

The two of them secretly fought in a flash. Only Monk Ikkyu could see clearly at the scene. He knew that his junior brother was extremely proud, and it was also a lesson to lose a small defeat at Lu Buming this time. He did not point out the fight between the two, but just laughed, carried the burden, and took the lead in strides.
Chapter completed!