A proud smile appeared on Wu Yanyi's cold face: "We might as well catch the turtle in the jar while he is unprepared!"
Pan Zhuqing waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't act rashly. It is not convenient for our people to come forward in this matter. You go and leak the news to Wei Tingyue. I believe he will not miss this opportunity to flatter his superiors."
"Yes, I will take care of it now." Wu Yanyi responded and stepped back.
When Xue Jiu heard this, he already understood a fact in his heart - Zhao Changyuan's whereabouts had been determined. For some reason, there was an inexplicable and complex emotion lingering in his heart at this moment.
In fact, not only today, but as early as after the incident in the Zhao family, he always felt uncomfortable. Especially when the scene when he worked with Gong Yueyue a few years ago flashed through his mind, and when he was in prison, Gong Yueyue
The scene when Yue and Bad Shao tried their best to come to the rescue.
"What will happen to the two children if they are really dead?" A helpless question flashed through his mind. Master Jiu suddenly felt his nose was sore and walked out of the study silently.
He closed the door again and followed the direction of the sound. The closer he got, the more clearly he heard it. It was the frightened and helpless cries of young children.
When Pan Zhuqing came to the door of Zi Yi and Wanyue's room, he found that the soldier guarding the door was already fast asleep. He looked at the man and smelled the strong smell of alcohol, with an expression of disgust and dissatisfaction on his face.
Opening the door, two children were sitting on the bed, one on the left and the other on the right. Their little faces were red and swollen with tears, their throats were a little hoarse, but they were still crying with all their strength.
He walked forward and stood beside the bed, looking down at them: "Why are you crying?"
Wan Yue avoided him with a look of disgust on her face, got into bed and sobbed softly. Zi Yi choked with sobs and said out of breath: "Dad... I'm afraid... I'm afraid of thunder... It's so scary...
Wuwuwu... Dad, come and hug me..." The dad in his mouth refers to his grandfather Zhao Xiong. After saying that, he cried heartbreakingly again...
Pan Zhuqing raised his eyebrows and looked at the two beautiful children in front of him, with ripples in his heart. The girl was clever and eccentric, just like Gong Yueyue. The boy was simple and stubborn and couldn't get rid of it.
The shadow of Zhao Changyuan. He asked with great interest: "My sister is a girl, so it is understandable that she cries. But you are a man, and you are still afraid of thunder?"
Zi Yi completely ignored what he said and was immersed in fear, helplessness and anger: "Oh... Dad... Why don't you see us... Do you want my sister and me anymore... Why don't you want us...
Ziyi will be good and obedient... I will never scratch your beard again... Ouch..." He must have been crying for a long time, and his fragile and childish voice made people feel heartbroken: "You are bad people, don't let us see you.
father……"
Pan Zhuqing pulled the stool next to the bed and simply sat and watched him cry. After two minutes, maybe he lost his patience, maybe he was sleepy, or maybe the child's cry was really unbearable. Pan Zhuqing stretched out his arms
He picked up Wanyue, who was still sobbing in bed, and said to Ziyi: "If you cry again, I will take your sister away and let you stay here alone."
Sure enough, for a moment, the only sound left was the sound of wind and rain outside the window.
The next scene became a bit funny. To use a vivid metaphor to describe it, it was that on a stormy night, three pandas, one large, two small, and three small, stared in silence in the room with sleepiness and dark circles under their eyes.
The two smaller ones were full of resentment, while the older one had its arms folded and had an expressionless expression, as if to say - "I like the way you hate me but can't kill me."
The next day, the soldier outside the door was awakened by the sunlight. He stretched his body and glanced inadvertently into the room. He was immediately frightened and his feet were weak.
At this moment, the two children were each wrapped in quilts and sleeping soundly. There was a person lying beside the bed, sleeping soundly. It was his owner-Pan Zhuqing.
After working hard all night, just after breakfast, two foreign girls hurriedly pushed him down, making him enjoy it but miserable. Before he even took off his clothes, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.
The voice sounded like a thousand urgent shouts: "Master Wei, Master!"
He heard the voice of his confidant. Although he was impatient, he had to deal with it: "What are you yelling about? Don't you see that I am busy?"
A simple and clear answer from outside the door made him jump out of bed instantly - "There is news about Zhao Changyuan!"
In the evening, it rained all day and finally stopped. However, after a day and night of rain, the entire city was as damp as if it had just been fished out of the river.
Wei Tingyue personally led a group of thousands of elite soldiers to rush out of the city gate before nightfall, galloped for dozens of miles to the north, and finally filed in through a mountain pass and climbed to Shaoshi Mountain shrouded in darkness.
Although Wei Tingyue is an out-and-out parallel import among the generals, he is also a man who has been in the army and endured hardships. In addition, the troops he leads today are also first-class elite infantry. Therefore, this little
The small Shaoshi Mountain is not a big challenge to him.
Therefore, even though the mountain road was slippery and rugged, these more than a thousand soldiers still reached the top of the mountain around the time of Chou.
For a moment, the dark and quiet mountains were illuminated by the fire.
But when Uncle Wei had just regained his breath and was about to issue further orders, row after row of unidentified objects that were as bright as light bulbs appeared in the dark mountain gate in front of him...
As for why Wei Tingyue had to secretly take people up the mountain in the middle of the night instead of visiting in broad daylight, it was because he had no confidence in the success or failure of the trip. The first reason was, of course, fear of Zhao Changyuan. What kind of person is this crazy man now?
Wei Tingyue couldn't figure out what the situation was. It was so dark that he couldn't defeat him, so he took advantage of the chaos to escape. The second reason was because the owner of this mountain was really special. It could be said that he was Youyan.
The type that doesn't advance, doesn't take soft or hard, and is invulnerable. If you ask who it is, it's the Buddhist Shaolin.
The monks in the Shaolin Temple had actually noticed something strange when the group of officers and soldiers were walking halfway up the mountain. They unhurriedly mobilized a hundred monks, holding fire sticks, and waited silently at the mountain gate.
.So the shiny things Wei Tingyue saw were not light bulbs, but the heads of these monks.
The firelight illuminated the menacing soldiers and the calm faces of the masters. It was as if the people who came to provoke them in the middle of the night were these smelly monks, and it was these military masters who were woken up in their sleep.
The confrontation didn't last long before a monk walked out of the mountain gate and said politely to Wei Tingyue: "I wonder why the donors came to visit late at night?"
When Wei Tingyue saw that the other party seemed to be easy to talk to, he immediately gained momentum and said arrogantly: "Hand over the traitor Zhao Changyuan, and we will live in peace. Otherwise, don't blame Uncle Wei for being rude tonight!"
After hearing this, the monk remained calm and replied calmly: "Who is Zhao Changyuan? This temple does not take in secular people. The donor must have found the wrong place."
Wei Tingyue sneered and put his hand on the sword on his waist: "Humph, it's just a trick. In this case, we have nothing to say. Let's meet the guy." After saying that, he showed his weapon... turned around and retreated behind the military men.
Just read a few secret books and study them for a year and a half, and you can defeat a hero when you go out. There are also some peerless martial arts that have long been lost in the outside world, but they are actually lying in a corner of this Scripture-Tiding Pavilion.
, pillowed in thick dust, not seeing the light of day.
Some people may wonder, if there is such a wonderful kung fu, why not promote it in the Shaolin Temple and let the Shaolin disciples dominate the martial arts? Wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources to bury the classics in this way?
In fact, the answer to this question is very simple. It is not that the masters of the Shaolin Temple are aloof and unwilling to learn, but that these so-called peerless martial arts often require the support of evil and rebellious techniques. For example, the "Sunflower Collection" requires martial arts training.
Cutting off Yang Qi in a person, in modern terms, means completely destroying male hormones and putting the body in a completely yin state. Another example is the "Nine Yin Manual", which requires living people as prey to achieve the best effect. In fact, in the final analysis
, it requires people to pay a huge price in order to gain this so-called peak.
Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist school first, and a place for practicing martial arts secondly. Of course, it is not allowed, and it is disdainful to let those evil martial arts tarnish its pure territory.
But now that these martial arts secrets have flowed into Shaolin, the monks are naturally unwilling to let them flow into the world and allow people with evil intentions to harm the martial arts. Destroying them will make it appear that Shaolin has no capacity to accommodate them. After all, these martial arts secrets are all from different sources.
The ancestors of each family have devoted their whole lives to this.
Therefore, it may be the best way to seal them in this heavily guarded pavilion.
The five-year-old novice monk Yincheng had never been allowed to enter this mysterious attic. So tonight when he carried a small lantern through the hall and hurried to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, he tripped over the threshold on the steps.
An extremely embarrassing somersault.
He curled his lips, rubbed the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, held back his cries, and got up from the cold hard ground.
But when he caught a glimpse of the smashed little lantern in the corner, his eyes still turned red uncontrollably. Resisting the pain in his knees, he squatted down and carefully picked up the remains of the lantern, holding it in his hand and looking left and right.
Look, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and a whimper came out of his throat that only he could hear.
While the little guy was mourning the death of the little lantern, a figure appeared on the bluestone floor in front of him, illuminated by dim candlelight. He hurriedly hid the little lantern behind his back, rubbed his eyes, and raised his head to meet him.
He was wearing a gray-white monk's robe. The height of the other party was a bit difficult for him. He raised his head hard and finally faced the other party's face... (To be continued)