This late Ming Dynasty is outrageous

Chapter 134 32: Senior sister caught it in one go

If there are only two couples left in the world...

Well, a couple like a man and a woman.

If there were only two couples left in the world, living in one family, they might be lonely, or they might be very happy.Occasionally there will be friction, but after the friction will return to the original, the relationship will not deteriorate.

If there are two couples in the world, they live next to each other.Then there will be a feeling of comparison, maybe she thinks her man is more handsome, and she thinks her man is stronger.

This is an inevitable thing, people are born to fight, and it is said that two brothers of the same mother will compete for nutrition when they are not born.And if there are two sects in one territory, all aspects will be compared.

The monks will feel that there are too many women in the Songshan School, which is outrageous.

The Songshan sect would feel that monks do not have a woman, so they might miss their own family members.Even when paying public rations according to shifts, when the daughter-in-law is pregnant, she will still feel suspicious.

Of course, the monk and the Songshan faction are both masters in the martial arts, since they are masters, of course they don't care about these incomparably vulgar things.

What they care about is power status and fame, because compared with these, mere women are not worth mentioning.

The Daxiong Palace is solemn and solemn, and Master Fangzheng's head is shining like the sun in the sky. If he goes to the west, he will be a god of light even more than the so-called God of Light.

Because it is unclear whether the God of Light will shine, but the monks really radiate the light of truth, goodness and beauty.

Master Fangzheng sat cross-legged, and a group of monks with the same dignified appearance sat in two rows.A young monk approached quickly with a step of several feet. His figure flashed into the Daxiong Hall, folded his hands and bowed slightly, and performed a Shaolin etiquette to Fang Zheng with his bald head.

Fang Zheng also nodded, turned his bald head to the past, and returned the etiquette.

"Master, masters and uncles, as expected, the leader of the left alliance did not send anyone to meet him. The Lin family and his party have already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and Master Yue Dingyi, the head of Yueheng Mountain, is also accompanying him."

Fang Zhengbao's solemn face suddenly showed a smile, his plump lips squirmed slightly, and the oily shine on his face seemed brighter than his head.

"As expected, Zuo Lengchan thinks very highly of himself and is aloof. Although Lin Zhennan's Fuwei Escort Bureau was prestigious back then, it has not been as good as every year since the death of Yuantu Gong. The Songshan School is now intimidating. The world's prestige is getting higher and higher day by day. Although Lin Zhennan defeated Yu Canghai in the battle, Zuo Lengchan will not give him a high opinion."

"Senior brother is right. There are many masters in the Songshan School, and Zuo Lengchan is aloof. How could he take Lin Zhennan in his eyes?"

"Let's not talk about Lin Zhennan, who does he like in the Wuyue Sword Sect? I'm afraid that in this world, the only ones who fear the Demon Sect and me, Shaolin Wudang."

"However, this also gave me an opportunity to wait for a thousand miles. It is not easy to accumulate a reputation, but it is very simple to destroy it."

"What the younger brother said is that I, Shaolin, is the Big Dipper of Mount Tai, and I should uphold justice for Lin Zhennan."

The monk went down the mountain, speeding up his horse.

It is not easy for monks to go down the mountain. For monks, eating fast, reciting Buddha, and oppressing tenant farmers are the fundamentals.If the monk goes down the mountain, it must be peace in the world, and there are things of great benefit.

……

At the foot of Songshan Mountain, a group of people enjoy the cool in the shade.

Unlike Shaolin Songshan Sword Sect and other martial arts masters who are out of low-level tastes, Cao Kun, a vulgar traveler, cares about women.

Or is it not a white crossing?
Fighting for hegemony in the world, dominating the world, he may not be able to eat much.Besides, to lay down a piece of land and own thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, you still have to worry about the rebellion of your arrogant soldiers.

Why bother?
What is the picture?
Even if he is not an emperor, he can still eat three meals a day, and there are not so many rules when playing with women.

In the Qing Dynasty, Chun Sui was afraid that the chrysanthemum would not be safe, otherwise he would not do rebellion after killing Cao Kun.

Cao Kun held Yilin's hand and led a group of nuns up the shady mountain road. The scattered leaves under their feet were extremely dry by the sun, and they clicked when they stepped down, just like the music of nature.

Xiao Yilin's bald head was still bright, but the sun was so strong that her bald head was covered with sweat.Bean-sized sweat beads flowed crystal clear on the top of the head, like the scene of sweating profusely when dreaming back at midnight.

Cao Kun couldn't help but look, and saw a dozen young nuns in the same way in front of them. If a dozen bald heads were laughing together, what kind of beauty would that be?
"Come here, Yilin, this stone is so strange."

A few little nuns waved. After all, they were girls. They didn't like being with men. They were shy.

Girls are relatively thin-skinned, even if they see a good-looking man, they can't directly look at it.

So they hid far away, twittering, occasionally turning their heads to peek, and once they looked at each other, they blushed and turned their heads away again.

Xiao Yilin let go of Cao Kun's hand, and ran over lightly.

They didn't come here to seek revenge, but they seemed to be traveling in mountains and rivers.

No wonder the Hengshan faction was always attacked in the original book, almost completely annihilated each time, even if they were not killed, only the older generation remained.

Just such a group of cute little nuns running around innocently, even those who have no hatred should think of attacking them.

Cao Kun followed at a leisurely pace with his hands behind his back, but saw Yilin running to the front excitedly, bent over her head curiously, opened her eyes wide to see, but saw the situation behind the boulder, Suddenly his whole body trembled and his face flushed red: "Ah... let's go."

She blushed, and ran away with a few naive senior sisters.

"Hee hee, Yilin is scared, it's just a rock, not a snake."

"Don't be afraid, Yilin, Senior Sister will protect you."

"Look, it's really not a snake, the senior sister caught it immediately."

"Yes, yes, even snakes are not afraid, we just need to grab him by seven inches."

Cao Kun stepped forward quickly, poked his head to look, and couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face, thinking that it's no wonder Yilin was blushing.

I saw a strange rock erected on the ground. Why is it called a root?Because it is a long stone.

The stone is thick and long, facing the sky, and it is not straight. The column body is slightly curved, with small particles and several twisted and thin cracks, which looks quite strange.

A little nun wrapped her hands around the stone and turned her head and smiled. If there was a video on Douyin at this time, it might become popular.

Maybe it can become a classic, and it will also attract countless girls with long legs in stockings to come and line up to play stones.

"Nature is really full of wonders." Cao Kun sighed, but was pulled away by Xiao Yilin blushing, and the group of teachers and sisters were still laughing and pointing around the stone, which felt very strange.

At this moment, a little nun raised her head and stared suddenly: "Ah, there is a bald head."

Brush, she covered her mouth, blushing.

Then, the little hand covered his head again, as if to prove that he was not bald.

　The state is not right today, and the fifth one may not be able to write, and I don't have much passion, and I doze off as soon as I sit down.The author is a person with no pursuit, and the books he writes have no depth, let alone any calculations, or any foreshadowing.

　　But the author feels guilty for not driving well.

　　I want to go to bed, rest, and see if I can write more tomorrow.

　　By the way, there is no modification today, I will look back when I get up tomorrow, and I will revise it then.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)