Wen Leyang took a look at it and jumped up. "Wrong fist first!"
It’s a matter of great importance. Four masters of the Wen family rushed to Mount Emei to cut the wild goose peak. Several old masters analyzed that this cave is very old, and it is likely to be tilted with the ancestors. Mount Emei is a beautiful place, hidden dragon crouching tiger, just in case they also brought all the masters with the strongest fighting capacity.
After all, the spirit of swallowing the sea gradually faded away. "Emei Mountain and Jiuding Mountain can’t come and go by car for two days. Four dads have been gone for almost four months, and the words have long been disconnected. I have been guarding the village law and sent several younger brothers to look for it. There is no news."
Wenleyang has got up. "I’m going to Emei Mountain to cut the wild goose peak now, but … you are in the village by yourself at Dingyang Palace …"
Uncle heroic smile "do you have a ban in the red leaves forest? But now that we have more WenGuHe outside contact, Big Dad is afraid of accidentally injuring Gu before he is banned, otherwise a few NiuBiShan will throw its weight around! You don’t worry about things at home. You’ll close the mountain as soon as you leave me. "
Xiao Yi followed Wenleyang up, and his small hands held him tightly, and his big eyes were full of expectation.
Wen Leyang quickly shook his head. "You can’t poison the work …" Before the words were finished, Xiao Yi took out the big Lama’s hands and feet from his back baggage and filled it with gunpowder for a moment. "I’m not afraid I have it!" A little girl’s expression firmly holds the old bird’s gizzard, which is not much smaller than her, and she can’t say anything funny.
Wen Tunhai also said on the side that "Xiao Yi knows how to take more with him is a good helper. Hidden dragon crouching tiger in Emei Mountain can go to a lot of trouble with his little knowledge." He is purely selfish and biased towards Wen Leyang. He grew up watching him grow up and spent the first two years together, and the younger generation is even more guilty. Xiao Yi is just a little girl who has met him. If he can help his nephew a little, he will encourage Wen Leyang to take it with him.
If the fourth master had been here, he would have hit the sea early.
Wenleyang hesitated for a moment before he nodded his head, determined that if there was real danger, even if he risked his life, he wouldn’t let Xiao Yi get a little hurt.
If Winton Hai knew that he had this idea in his mind, he would have to keep Xiao Yi.
My little girl cheered for the two silly uncles, each taking a step to clamp Wenleyang tightly in the middle with a firm expression.
Wen Tunhai slapped the bed board angrily and said, "Wen Leyang is going to do business this time!"
Two silly uncles immediately wanted to make a search. Wenleyang was just busy dozen circle fields, and all four grandfathers were missing. Now his uncle is seriously injured. There are few bring up the rear players in Wenjia Village, and he really didn’t trust to persuade Wen Jiu and Wen Thirteen to stay in the village to protect the boss.
Wen Leyang was ordered by his uncle to leave for Emei Mountain early the next morning, and then he came out to visit his parents, elders and good brothers and sisters. Just now, a group of magic monks were defeated in the village. Now he is very popular, and everywhere he goes, he has a kind smile and admiring eyes, especially when his parents laugh almost from ear to ear. In the eyes of the Wen family, he has become a younger brother, and he has achieved more success than when he is a city management battalion chief.
The next morning, Wen Leyang took Xiao Yi to touch her mother with tears in her father’s eyes. The little girl in Zhongshan picked a handful of winter red grass from the side of the village. Wen Leyang entered the workshop of birth, illness and death in spring and was in a coma for nearly four months. Now it is the dead of winter, and the winter red grass is still blooming with a ray of color.
Walking to the foot of the mountain, two people took a long-distance bus to Emei Mountain.
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Mount Emei’s Tianxiushan is majestic and majestic, and the bus reaches the foot of Mount Emei. According to the detailed map given to him by his uncle, Wen Leyang took her little girl to cut the wild goose peak and gradually deviated from the road. Now Wen Leyang’s theory of spirit and physical strength is much bigger than that before coma.
My girl hasn’t been back from Wenleyang since she entered the mountain.
Wen Leyang was thinking about four grandfathers, who were self-sustaining and strong, with sharp eyes. They didn’t even rest at night, and they hurried on as soon as they entered the mountain. After one day, everything in the winter mountain was vast and withered in the cold, but from a distance, it added a bit of desolation and splendor to Lingxiu Mountain.
Wenleyang feels good. Fortunately, the little girl can’t stand it at first. Two people set up a bonfire on a gentle hillside to take a break.
It’s the first time for Xiao Yi to go out of town, although she is also very tired. She knows that it’s these similar travel notes that she likes to watch most in the new number. She hasn’t been idle and kept talking about Emei Mountain, from being in the Jianghu sects to flying immortals.
Wenleyang is in a dignified mood, but she can’t bear to disturb my girl’s interest, so she will talk and laugh and echo a few words from time to time.
Suddenly, an extremely slight dead branch fracture came from not far away. Wenleyang’s face was tight as usual, and the color was slightly adjusted. Facing the sound source, Xiao Yi was hidden behind him.
Soon, a Buddha’s name interrupted Xiao Yi’s crisp smile, and a sloppy and fat monk strode forward.
Yi Yi ouch! When he meets a robber, he will reach out and solve the problem with a big horn behind his back.
The monk is about forty years old, with a string of doves-sized beads hanging from his neck. I can’t see what the material is. A monk’s robe is full taller than Wen Leyang. It’s fat, but he has a pair of small hands and feet. It looks like a compass and his facial features are trapped in an apple. It seems that he was pinched by his father when he was born. A silver basin, a big face, a big nose, a big mouth are squeezed in the middle. It is indeed a very self-conscious thing to be able to squeeze out a serious face like this.
When the fat monk saw Wen Leyang, his eyes flashed like a mountain, and he quickly pressed over and turned around him twice. After that, he suddenly cheered and laughed, and his belly was full of fat, which was amazing. Wen Leyang’s ears were so good now that he almost heard the lapping of the waves.
Xiao Yi hid behind Wen Leyang’s novel "Look at the monk’s shoes". I don’t know how long the fat monk’s foot cloth shoes have been worn, and they have been rotten for a long time. Half of the ten toes are leaking outside.
The big monk smiled for a while and reached out and patted Wen Leyang on the shoulder. "Little donor fate!"
Wen Leyang tried his best to suppress the poison. It’s not easy for anyone to shoot his shoulders. He was a little puzzled and laughed. "What is the fate of the master?"
"The little donor’s bones are strange and radiant, and it’s not fate. What is it? kowtow to the teacher!" As he spoke, the monk took it out of his arms for a long time and even took out a thick dozen hundred-dollar bills, begging for nothing and stuffing them into Wen Leyang’s hand. "This is a gift from Master to meet you!"
Wen Leyang is holding the money in distress situation. He is an extension oblique person. Of course, he can’t worship the master any more. Even if he is nothing, he can’t worship a vagabond. Before the teacher came to talk, a gust of clothes shook the wind and came from a distance. A moment later, a monk came running in the same tall and sophisticated way.
The fat monk seems to have known this old man for a long time. At the sight of flying into a rage, he blocked Wen Leyang behind him. "You dare to rob me of my apprentice?"
Wen Leyang remembered a joke about robbing a teacher.
The old man didn’t pay attention to Wen Leyang’s hearing the monk shout, but he looked at the little boy with the same ecstatic face as the monk and said to Wen Leyang, "This little brother said goodbye to the monk, and he should pay homage to the original teacher and teach you to live forever and turn the stone into gold!" With that, he jumped up high and stretched out his big hand, and he hoop the monk’s bald head. "Bald donkey, don’t block the Taoist!"
The monk is inarticulate, raises his hand and throws his fist according to the old face, which means that two people hit each other at the same time, each taking a few steps back and fighting for half a pound.