Jin Yong world explosion

The morning sun shone into this narrow room, and I saw that the little dragon in the room at this moment was quietly cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and meditating, and not far in front of him, I saw The colorless little monk was also leaning over the desk, copying the Buddhist scriptures in front of him, perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing the little dragon behind him, so his voice could be said to be extremely small, and if he didn't listen carefully, he could hardly hear it. Hearing it, he was so devoted and serious, so he knew that even Xiaolong who had slowly opened his eyes behind him didn't feel it.

Almost after he opened his eyes for the first time, Xiaolong had already seen the colorless in front of him. Seeing that the little monk was so diligent, he had already started copying books before dawn. Inadvertently, Xiaolong But he couldn't help but nodded slightly, revealing a gratified smile.

At this time, Xiao Wuse maintained an extremely upright sitting posture flush with the desk. Although there was no support under his crotch, his toes seemed to be rooted on the bluestone ground. After several hours, he still remained motionless, with a serious look on his small face, as the pen in his hand continued to move, and as his lips squirmed, he recited the incomparably profound scriptures.

What I have to say is that Shaolin is known as the originator of martial arts in the world, but it is not completely in vain. Among the martial arts circulated in the temple, almost every move and style has an incomparably exquisite and deep meaning. , if you can get one-tenth of it, you can also benefit from it for a lifetime.And this method of copying and chanting Buddhist scriptures seems simple.But it is a set of extremely brilliant methods of both internal and external cultivation, and this colorless little monk has been immersed in it for many years, but he has already laid an incomparably deep foundation unconsciously.

Immediately, amidst a slight sigh in his heart, Xiaolong gently stepped down from the bed and came to the side of the colorless little monk, seeing his beautiful teeny-headed regular script had already appeared on the paper at this time, Rao Xiaolong It can be considered that I have seen many so-called famous calligraphers, but I still can't help but secretly say hello in my heart.

It can be seen that this little monk has indeed not received any instruction from a famous teacher or systematic calligraphy instruction, but under those years of practice, he has also practiced his handwriting into a style of his own, and not only is his brushwork full of strokes pole.And it's even smoother.There is even a hint of pride contained in it vaguely, and it is a rare good word.

Immediately there was a burst of joy in his heart, but the little dragon didn't bother the little colorless monk, he just quietly stood beside him and watched carefully.Until the colorless little monk copied the Buddhist scriptures into a paragraph.Then he stretched his waist and slowly put away the momentum.Only then was he surprised to find that Xiaolong was already beside him, but immediately stood up in surprise and said apologetically to Xiaolong.

"Mr. Li, I was so addicted just now that I forgot about you, it is really a sin! I will go and prepare hot water for you to wash!"

"No busy no busy!"

Apologizing to the little monk who is so busy, Xiaolong couldn't help but waved his hand slightly and then said indifferently. Seeing that the colorless monk gave up the position in front of the desk, he simply came to the desk In front of him, he picked up the still-stained Langhao brush, and said softly.

"Little monk, grind ink for me!"

Seeing that Xiaolong had such an order, how could this colorless little monk dare to neglect in the slightest?Dang even quickly picked up the inkstone on the side, and began to grind it carefully.

At this time, the little dragon holding the writing brush had already closed his eyes slightly, and stood quietly on the spot, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be reminiscing about something, until the little colorless monk finished polishing it. , He just opened his eyes, dipped his hands in ink, and began to write vigorously on the rice paper laid out in front of him.

"This, this is..."

Seeing that the little dragon in front of him actually contained a trace of inexplicable wonderland under the flying handwriting, the colorless little monk who was watching from the side couldn't help being attracted to it, and deeply felt the other side's At the stroke of the pen, it turned out to be a big opening and closing for a while, but it caused the little colorless monk's originally incomparably clean Lingtai to be slightly rippled, making the heart start to be slightly excited Woke up, this made Wu Se couldn't help but feel a little unsure of what to say amidst a burst of excitement.

"Little monk, take care. As for how much you can enlighten, it depends on your own good luck!"

Seeing that the colorless little monk beside him couldn't help the wave of excitement and even began to faintly dance, the little dragon couldn't help but smiled in his heart. After muttering to himself, it was because of the other party. The convenience of being able to watch made this gesture more and more unfolded.

In fact, Xiaolong spent a large part of his time comprehending his own martial arts during these days, except for copying the scriptures every day without distraction, and because of the extreme relaxation and peace of mind, it made him His quiet meditation was very effective. Many subtleties that he hadn't thought of before, now surged into his heart like gurgling water. Xiaolong never thought of the result.

Originally, Xiaolong's martial arts can be said to be extremely heterogeneous. Although he has almost cultivated all these martial arts to an extremely advanced level, these various martial arts have always been organized into systems without the slightest connection. But now in such an environment that is almost completely isolated from the outside world, Xiaolong has gradually begun to carefully summarize and organize the previous martial arts, and the originally irrelevant martial arts have gradually begun to form. There is a context, and there is a tendency to start blending together.

At this time, in the process of writing, Xiaolong is undoubtedly beginning to gradually summarize the various contexts that he has been meditating on in recent days. It is almost fully revealed at this moment.

And in this process, the colorless little monk who was on the sidelines undoubtedly gained the most. Although he was still ignorant in his heart and didn't know why Xiaolong did this move, his heart was inadvertently and completely suppressed. The artistic conception drawn by Xiaolong at this time was attracted to him, and he felt an inexplicable meaning that he had never thought of before, which kept surging into his heart at this moment, because this colorless little monk had no experience in learning martial arts at all. , despite dancing for a while as if something wants to vent, but it seems that there is a layer of window paper blocking it, and there is nowhere to vent. This kind of uncomfortable feeling is probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"wake up!"

Seeing the small face of the colorless little monk next to him has been smothered red and even started to have a hint of purple, the little dragon was afraid that the other party would be suffocated, and immediately after giving a deep drink, his fingers were already Pointed squarely in the middle of the colorless forehead.

I was already so suffocated that I didn't know what to do. Wu Se only felt that with Xiaolong's guidance, the depression that had accumulated in my heart found a place to vent at this moment, and that layer of window paper finally Being completely pierced at this moment, in a burst of incomparable ease and comfort in his heart, this colorless could not help but open his mouth, and let out a long howl like the clear cry of a spirit crane.

"Okay! It really is wonderful!"

Hearing the long whistling sound that was close at hand, Xiaolong actually felt that it was more intoxicating than any sound of nature, and it was almost at this moment that he finally couldn't help putting all his energy and strength into the air. Completely merged into the strokes of the brush, after a lot of flamboyance, he threw the brush in his hand casually, and then couldn't help but looked up to the sky and laughed.

"This! Donor, did I do something wrong?"

After a long while, the colorless little monk just woke up from the wonderful truth before. He has always been extremely upright and self-restraining. He thought that he had done such a ridiculous thing just now, but he couldn't help it. I panicked for a while in my heart, and then looked at Xiaolong who was still a little unsatisfied after laughing for a long time, but became more and more frightened, and immediately asked such a question in a guilty conscience.

"Haha! You didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, you did a great job, a great job!"

Seeing the appearance of the colorless little monk in front of him, the little dragon laughed more and more, then couldn't help but raised his hand and stroked the little bald head of the other party vigorously, before continuing.

"Little monk, it seems that this ancient blue lamp Buddha has no destiny for you! Why don't you just return to the vulgar world and go back to this great world? If you still want to do this after you have experienced all kinds of mortals in the world Great Monk, then it’s up to you!”

"Sin of sin!"

Seeing that Xiaolong actually made such a proposal, the colorless little monk couldn't help but quickly put his hands together and said repeatedly under the shock.

"My little monk has already decided to dedicate this life to the Buddha, and I will be with this ancient blue lamp Buddha for the rest of my life. I also ask Mr. Li not to say that again. It is really a sin! A sin!"

"Hehe! If your Buddha's heart is firm, then even if I have worn out that three-inch tongue, how can you be tempted in the slightest? I'm afraid it will just be like a breeze that will not leave any traces in your heart. , but now that you are so flustered, doesn't it mean that your Buddha's heart has begun to waver?"

Seeing the behavior of the colorless little monk, the little dragon didn't intend to let him go, but he couldn't help showing a smile that was not a smile, and then teased and teased him.

"Mr. Li, what happened?"

While the two were still joking, suddenly a quiet voice came in from outside the door, and then a monk opened the door and walked in, who else could it be if it wasn't Master Kongwen? (To be continued..)