Because she thought more and more, she went down the mountain
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.
Yan Xiaolan has achieved some success in the Mingyue Sword Technique, but as her martial arts improves to a higher level, she misses Shangguan Wudao more and more. In the past few days, she has been neglecting food and drinks.
Zen Master Zhiguang noticed her abnormality and felt compassion for her.
Finally, Yan Xiaolan thought of secretly going down the mountain to find Shangguan Wudao. Anyway, she was already familiar with the moves and mental methods of Mingyue Sword Technique. In the future, she only needed to practice more frequently. As for whether to stay in Mount Emei
It's also irrelevant.
As soon as it got dark, Yan Xiaolan secretly went down the mountain. When watching that weak yet resolute figure disappear into the night, Zen Master Zhiguang looked at his senior brother, Zen Master Jinguang.
"Senior brother, will Xiaolan's descent from the mountain really lead to a bloody storm in the Chinese underworld as you expected?"
"All the sins in the world are caused by too much obsession. That's why I, the Buddha, have spread the theory that the four elements are empty in order to teach people to let go of their attachments. Alas, let nature take its course. Everything has cause and effect. You and I think
No matter how much I try to stop him, I can't stop him!" Zen Master Jinguang sighed, shook his head, and walked into the monastery.
"Senior brother, are you thinking of that boy Qingfeng again?!" Zen Master Zhiguang muttered to himself and followed him into the Zen courtyard.
Yan Xiaolan went down the mountain and went to the airport without stopping. At this time, she realized that she didn't have much money on her, not enough to buy a plane ticket.
Standing in the dusk and sparsely populated airport, Yan Xiaolan finally realized that she had been deeply poisoned by the big pig's head, and how eager she was to see him immediately.
Well, come to think of it, she still couldn't see that big pig-headed person. So, Yan Xiaolan bought a phone card and dialed her uncle Yan Cheyu's mobile phone from a public phone.
"Uncle, it's me, Xiaolan." Yan Xiaolan said while holding the microphone.
"Xiaolan? Aren't you practicing martial arts in Mount Emei? How could it be...?" Yanche and Tongtong remembered that when they just answered the phone, it showed a local number.
"I ran down the mountain secretly. I wanted to see him."
"Where are you now?" Of course Yan Cheyu knew that the person Yan Xiaolan was referring to was Shangguan Wudao, who uprooted his wife's family, the Tang clan, overnight. When he thought of Shangguan Wudao,
He couldn't help but break out in cold sweat due to his cruel and iron-blooded tactics.
"I'm at the airport. I don't have any money, so I can't buy a plane ticket to meet him in Hangzhou." Yan Xiaolan replied. At this time, two sly gangsters next to her stared at her.
"Okay, uncle will be here soon. Don't go away while you are there." Yan Cheyu said and hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, he suddenly realized that his niece is no longer the person she used to be who can be bullied by anyone.
She is no longer a weak girl, but a master who comes from the disciples of Zen Master Zhiguang of Emei Mountain. Who else can bully her?
Yan Xiaolan heard the "beep beep" busy tone coming from the phone, and she knew that her uncle had hung up the phone. Looking at the dark sky, she walked to a lawn at the airport and sat down.
.
"Hey, beauty, we're waiting for you." At this time, the two gangsters who had just been stalking approached Yan Xiaolan in confusion. Yan Xiaolan glanced at them sideways and did not answer them. She was anxious now.
I was thinking about how to give Shangguan Wudao a surprise.
"You have such a bad temper, you actually don't even buy into our brother's face." Unexpectedly, those two gangsters didn't know what to do, and they even stretched out their hands to get rough with Yan Xiaolan.
Not to mention that Yan Xiaolan has martial arts skills now, even when Yan Xiaolan didn't have martial arts skills in the past, she hated others touching her the most. She deserved the misfortune of the two gangsters, who actually got into trouble with martial arts Xiaocheng
Yan Xiaolan.
"Touch! Touch!"
Yan Xiaolan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the two gangsters. When she saw their hands reaching towards her chest, she jumped up and kicked one of the gangsters in the crotch, and the other kicked the other gangster.
The gangster's abdomen. The two gangsters were originally from the market and had no martial arts skills at all. How could they withstand Yan Xiaolan's two kicks? After receiving Yan Xiaolan's two kicks, they fell to the ground without any suspense.
There was a lot of yelling on the ground.
The howling of the two gangsters immediately attracted the attention of the airport security. After a while, four or five airport security guards stood in front of Yan Xiaolan and others.
"What are you doing?" Among the security guards, a fat middle-aged man first looked at the two humiliating gangsters lying on the ground, and then glanced at Yan Xiaolan, who had a calm face.
asked.
"Oh, we're not doing anything, we're playing." Perhaps Yan Xiaolan's words were too calm, so calm that it made people feel uncomfortable, so the fat security guard was a little angry, "This is not a place for casual play.
Go somewhere else to play."
When Yan Xiaolan heard this, she didn't know that she was wrong, so she became angry and said, "I can play wherever I want, do you care?!"
"You—" The fat security guard knew what was going on at a glance. He didn't want to care about it at first, but Yan Xiaolan's words made him angry. He walked over to the two gangsters and knelt down.
, made a look and said to them: "What on earth is going on with you?"
"We brothers were passing by here, so we glanced at her, and she started punching and kicking us." The two gangsters had also been in society for a while, so they naturally knew that the fat and big-eared security guard was against us.
They make looks mean.
"That's right." The fat security guard smiled slyly, stood up, and faced Yan Xiaolan, "This is your fault. I think you are also a smart person. If this matter gets too big, it will be bad for everyone.
Just help them pay for their medical expenses."
"Damn it, there are really people in this world who are willing to do things that harm others and not benefit themselves." Yan Xiaolan just wanted to get mad now. She had followed Zen Master Zhiguang for several months, but she hadn't cultivated much of her Buddha nature. However, her temper increased with her strength.
And much bigger.
"Today, I have decided to do something that will harm others and not benefit myself. What's going on? How dare you, a little bitch, to eat me? If you are wise, just leave the money for me to drink, then go away with a pat on your back.
Man, otherwise, don't blame me for having evil intentions towards you." The fat security guard leaned into Yan Xiaolan's ear and said viciously. In his eyes, there was a look of pure bullying.
"Oh, I want to see how you have evil intentions towards me?" Yan Xiaolan resisted the urge to get angry and stared at the fat security guard and the group of unkind-looking spectators behind him with playful eyes. She was so generous.