The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 9
In the early morning of the next day, Ning Shuning woke up under the blanket. She touched her side and found that there was no one there.

Ning Shuning opened her hazy eyes, stood up and looked into the room, and found that her sister Dangdang was lying on the desk reading a book.

Ning Shuning rubbed her eyes and came in front of Dangdang, looked at the several burnt candles on the table, and asked in surprise: "Miss Dangdang, did you not sleep last night?"

Dangdang's somewhat red eyes stared firmly at the Shaolin cheats in her hand, completely ignoring her sister's inquiry, she gestured with her empty hand, and said in her mouth: "Well... this Trick second, then if...um...wrong."

At this moment, a footstep came from outside the house, followed by a knock on the wooden door.A joyful male voice came from outside. "Master Taiwu, are you awake?"

The sound outside the door woke up Dangdang who was indulging in cheat books. When he opened the door, Dangdang found that standing outside the door was the infatuated monk.

Loudly yawned, looked at the sky that was already somewhat bright and said, "What? Senior Brother Xin Chi, has Shaolin Temple started eating breakfast so early?"

Xinzhi smiled embarrassingly, "Hehe, well, Taiwu benefactor, breakfast...isn't ready yet. Shaolin disciples are studying Buddhism in the morning class now, and the breakfast time is after the morning class."

"That's really strange. Everyone else is in morning class. Why did you come here? Didn't you sneak out?" Ning Shuning, who had pushed the ringer away, asked with a pout.

She didn't like this weird monk, he felt a little weird in the eyes of Miss Dangdang.

I don't know how to answer this stupid question. He really skipped the morning class today, so he came here.

"Oh, that's it. The breakfast isn't ready yet, I'll watch it later." Dang Dang picked up the Shaolin Yin-Yang Cudgel manual that he hadn't put down yet, and walked towards the desk again.

Xinzhi was just about to walk in, but Ning Shuning stood at the door with her hands on her hips, blocking her way.

I saw Ning Shuning said with hostility on her face: "This is a girl's boudoir. If you have nothing to do, please go back. You come in as a monk, aren't you afraid of others' gossip?"

Infatuated, he didn't hear the other meaning in Ning Shuning's words, he looked at Dangdang with some unwillingness, then turned and left helplessly.

The infatuated shuttle between the Buddhist halls and temples, as he walked, he thought to himself: "That little girl, being with her elder brother every day, is so annoying, there is no chance of getting close, I have to find a way to get rid of him. She'll just let it go."

Just when he was frowning and trying to figure out a way, a long bell sounded faintly from afar. Hearing this sound, he was suddenly anxious, and his feet quickened, "It's broken, it's broken, morning class it's over."

After an unknown amount of time, Dangdang was startled awake by the cuckoo in her stomach. She raised her head and looked outside the door, only to find that in the blink of an eye, the sun had already risen.

"Miss Dangdang, are you hungry? I'll go to the Zhaitang and get you some food." Ning Shuning pointed to a wooden basin of steamed buns beside her.

Dangdang looked at the slightly yellow old noodle steamed buns, and immediately couldn't stop drooling.Grabbing one in one hand, he started to eat it.

While Dangdang was eating lunch, a brown monk's shoe came in from outside the door.Then Zen Master Jian Zhuan stretched out his ugly face with a black birthmark, and asked cautiously: "Taiwu, are you eating?"

"Abbot Jian Chao, are you here?? Have you eaten? Let's eat together." Dangdang said while eating.

Zen Master Jian Zhuan smiled sheepishly, glanced at the steamed buns in the wooden basin, and he knew that the disciples in the Zhaitang were going to be overworked again today.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I came here this time just to know that Taiwu is in my Shaolin, can you get used to it?" Chan Master Jianhun walked into the room.

"Well, get used to it, practice hard, eat well, if I want to stay here for the rest of my life!!"

"Cough cough...cough cough cough." Hearing these words, Zen Master Jian Zhuan coughed until his face flushed.

"Oh, abbot, what's the matter with you? Are you sick? Sit down quickly." Dangdang puffed his cheeks, ran over quickly, and patted Zen Master Jianhun on the back.

Zen Master Jian Zhuan, who had recovered his breath, looked at it with a complicated expression, and the voice in front of him resounded, "That..."

Seeing that Jian Huan seemed to have something to say, he slapped his chest loudly. "Abbot, what's the matter, you talk, it doesn't matter to us, just speak up."

After a few hesitations, Zen Master Jian Zhuan showed a smile uglier than crying, "It's okay, just get used to it."

Zen Master Jianzhuan walked out of the house. He stood under the sun for a while, and suddenly slapped his left hand vigorously with his right hand, "Hey!! Why can't I control my hand!! I took someone else's Things, I can’t even open my mouth to drive away this plague god!!”

In the following month, Xiangdang lived the life he dreamed of in Shaolin Temple.Apart from the practice room, basically I haven't been out much.He has been practicing internal strength and Shaolin unique skills in the house.

One evening, in the alley that was dyed red by the setting sun, Ning Shuning was bouncing home with her washed clothes in her hands.

Although it is a bit boring in Shaolin Temple, as long as I am with Sister Dangdang, I am very happy, especially when Sister Dangdang is there, she will teach me the Shaolin Kungfu I have learned.

Just as she was about to reach the door of the house, Ning Shuning suddenly found that infatuated monk standing in front of her.

"Little sister, today the members of Qishengkou came to Shaolin Temple to fulfill their vows. I heard that they invited a troupe." Xinzhi said to Ning Shuning with a smile on his face.

"Theatrical troupe?? Are you telling the truth??" After all, she was just a 12-year-old kid who liked to be lively by nature, and Ning Shuning was immediately attracted by the infatuated words.

"That's right, I watched it just now, and it's been playing in front of the Daxiong Hall for a long time. If you have time to go now, you can take it away if you go late."

Ning Shuning looked at the clothes in her arms with some embarrassment, "But this clothes..."

"What is this? Go ahead. I'll help you deliver this clothes to your elder brother."

Ning Shuning looked at the monk in front of her and laughed in her heart. This idiot didn't realize that Dangdang's sister is actually a woman, "Okay, then help me give this dress to Dangdang... brother."

Seeing Ning Shuning who was leaving quickly with an excited face, a smug smile appeared on Xinzhi's face. "Tch, a brat, are you afraid that I can't deal with you??"

(End of this chapter)