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Chapter 7 Missing the Hero

The Shaolin Temple shrouded in bright moonlight was silent, and a quiet and distant atmosphere spread. It was getting late, but today Xu Zhu did not fall asleep as usual. Xu Zhu had been sleeping since he heard the news that Yan Ling was going down the mountain.

I would like to find an opportunity to chat with Yan Ling alone.

There were a lot of people talking during the day, but now after everyone else in the room went to sleep, Xu Zhu quietly walked to Yan Ling's bed.

Xu Zhu stretched out his hand, preparing to wake up Yan Ling, but Yan Ling, who was lying on the bed, turned over and got out of bed.

"Shh!"

Yan Ling put his hand on his lips and made a silencing gesture towards Xu Zhu. Xu Zhu was shocked and immediately reacted. He glanced around the room and found that everyone was still sleeping soundly. He suddenly felt relieved and said something

tone.

"Senior brother, let's go out and talk!" Yan Ling looked at Xu Zhu who had calmed down and whispered.

"kindness."

Xu Zhu responded, and the two of them carefully walked out of the room under the moonlight.

After walking into the yard outside, a little distance away from where everyone was resting, Yan Ling felt that it would not disturb everyone's rest, so he stopped first, turned around and looked at Xu Zhu and said, "What do you want to say to me, senior brother?"

Yan Ling knew that Xu Zhu was very dull in the eyes of others due to his nature. But perhaps because they were all orphans and had very similar experiences, Xu Zhu's attitude toward Yan Ling seemed very close. And Yan Ling acted quickly,

He made up his mind to go down the mountain without delay and left the next day. Under such circumstances, Xu Zhu naturally had a lot to say to Yan Ling.

Xu Zhu was silent for a while and then asked: "Xu Ming, will you come back?"

Yan Ling was stunned. He didn't expect Xu Zhu to ask him this question. But he still replied: "Of course, Shaolin is my home, and of course I will come back!"

Since Yan Ling came to this world, he has spent almost all his time in the Shaolin Temple. This is the place where he grew up for the second time. He has long been full of feelings for it. He left at this time just because he wanted to spend his youth in this life.

He just wants to experience the scenery of this world. Maybe, he will also go to the Sutra Pavilion to sweep the floor!

Xu Zhu's ordinary and even slightly ugly face was full of uncertainty. He stared at Yan Ling with his innocent eyes and asked, "Is it true?"

Yan Ling had no choice but to confirm again: "Yes, I will naturally come back after I travel around the world and experience the world's martial arts."

With the help of the moonlight, Xu Zhu looked at Yan Lingying's masculine face with a serious expression. He knew that Xu Ming did not lie to him. Xu Zhu suddenly smiled: "Xu Ming, what do you think the world under the mountain is like?"

After getting Yan Ling's exact answer, Xu Zhu smiled happily and suddenly became curious about the outside world.

"Under the mountain, there is naturally a lot of traffic, people coming and going, and there are countless new and interesting things...!" Yan Ling has never seen the humanistic environment of this world, but he has seen many costume dramas on earth, and also in Shaolin Temple.

I heard some stories from pilgrims who came to burn incense and worship Buddha. After a little synthesis, I told Xu Zhu about the beauty at the foot of the mountain!

"Liar, you've never been there, how do you know it's like this outside?" However, Xu Zhu didn't believe it. Everyone grew up in Shaolin. After so many years, no one knows where they have been.

!

In this way, the two of them had a heart-to-heart talk about what the world at the foot of the mountain was like, and the feeling of parting gradually disappeared.

Early the next morning, Xu Zhu got up and prepared to see Yan Ling off.

But when he looked at Yan Ling's bed, he found that there was only a square quilt folded on the bed, and Yan Ling had long since disappeared.

Yan Ling set out when it was still dark. He didn't like the sad atmosphere of parting on earth, and he didn't like the sad atmosphere of farewell now.

At this time, Yan Ling was standing at the foot of the mountain, carrying only a small package containing a few changes of clothes. Looking back, the vibrant Shaoshi Mountain was shining with golden light under the reflection of the morning sun, as if it was shrouded in the light of Buddha.

Yan Ling didn't feel much sad about farewell, but felt very happy.

Yan Ling has really lived in the Shaolin Temple for too long, and he is familiar with the inside and outside of Shaolin. To be honest, there was no entertainment in ancient times, and the Shaolin Temple is still a Buddhist temple. Every day, he basically practices martial arts and chants sutras. It can be said that

It's so boring.

This kind of environment may be a good place for a pure-hearted person like Xu Zhu. But Yan Ling is from the earth where everyone is entertained. For those who have experienced that kind of life, imagine that there was a power outage and the Internet was cut off for more than ten years.

What does it feel like?

Fortunately, Yan Ling has been obsessed with martial arts since he was on earth. Although there is no entertainment in Shaolin, there is no shortage of martial arts. The feeling of his body becoming stronger is enough for Yan Ling to immerse himself in it.

But the way of civil and martial arts lies in relaxation. After practicing martial arts for more than ten years without doing anything else, Yan Ling felt that his nerves were about to reach the limit, so he resolutely chose to travel down the mountain to relax.

Tight nerves.

Thinking about the wonderful world that will follow, Yan Ling happily hummed popular songs on earth while walking towards the place where the smoke was rising in the distance. After a while, Yan Ling walked outside this small mountain village near Shaolin.

.

"Isn't Qiao Feng in this small mountain village?" Yan Ling looked at this barren mountain village and thought to himself. He remembered that Qiao Feng lived in a small mountain village at the foot of the Shaolin Temple when he was a child, and maybe he was actually here.

"What does this young master do for you?"

Just as Yan Ling was recalling the Tianlong plot he had watched before, an old voice suddenly came to his ears.

Yan Ling looked for fame, but he was an old man with gray hair.

Yan Ling quickly clasped his hands and performed a Buddhist salute, and replied: "Thank you, donor. This is the first time for this poor monk to leave Shaolin, so he doesn't know how to get to the nearby towns, so he came here to inquire!"

"Hey, are you a mage from the Shaolin Temple? Well, that's right. Only a big temple like the Shaolin Temple can cultivate such a handsome little mage." The old man was surprised for a moment, then looked at Yan Ling's masculine and handsome appearance and said suddenly.

"..."

Yan Ling didn't know how to answer the call. Is there any special connection between being handsome and Shaolin Temple? What do you want Xu Zhu to do?

"Oh, nearby towns, you mean Dengfeng County? Well, you walk along the path until the end. Then you will see an official road, and then just follow the official road." The old man came back to his senses.

Come and show Yan Ling a way to the county seat.

Yan Ling saluted again and said, "Thank you so much, poor monk!"

When the old man saw Yan Ling being so polite, he couldn't help but feel good about him: "This place is quite far away from Dengfeng County. Why don't you come home with me to have something to eat before leaving?"

"Thank you very much for the benefactor's kindness. It's just that the poor monk urgently needs to complete the task in the temple, so it is inconvenient to stay longer. If there is a chance when I return to Shaolin in the future, the poor monk will come back to thank the benefactor." Yan Ling quickly refused and left the mountain village regardless of the old man's request to stay.

This mountain village is so remote and poor, the old man probably doesn't have much food left at home, and Yan Ling only brought some changes of clothes with him when he came out of Shaolin, so why bother adding burden to others.

After walking a few steps, Yan Ling suddenly remembered something, turned around and loudly asked the old man who had not left yet: "Donor, do you know a person named Qiao Feng?"

The old man heard Yan Ling's question, thought about it carefully, shook his head, and replied in an old but energetic voice: "I have never heard of this person."

"Oh, it's okay. Thank you donor for clarifying your doubts. Go ahead!" Yan Ling was not disappointed either. There are so many mountain villages near Songshan Mountain. In addition to practicing martial arts with Shaolin Master Xuanku, Qiao Feng also served as the leader of the Beggar Clan.

Wang Jiantong is his teacher and is learning Dragon Subduing Palm. Therefore, it is normal for Qiao Feng not to be here. Maybe Qiao Feng has already made a name for himself in the Beggar Clan at this time.

But as long as you are still in this world, even if you stay in Shaolin, you will still have the opportunity to see this heroic hero! Yan Ling waved his hand at the end and walked quickly along the path pointed by the old man! (To be continued)


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