Xianwu: Opening and Hua Xiaolan's Apprenticeship with Shaolin

"The younger generation in Jianghu is getting better and better."

"However, recently, a group of rebels have appeared on the rivers and lakes, claiming to be black fox soldiers, causing chaos in the Central Plains."

"They are under the command of the Black Fox King, burning and looting everywhere, and they are still looking for a book called the Power Collection."

"This black fox king has become a big problem in the martial arts. I heard that some small schools have been wiped out. I don't know where his next goal will be."

"Because of the birth of the Black Fox King, demons and sects around the world, as well as demons and ghosts, have become restless and have begun to make trouble."

The guards and warrior monks are discussing the general trend of the world,

The turmoil in the Central Plains is worrying.

"This time, the birth of Zhenfeng is really inspiring."

"I don't know, Zhenfeng and Heihuwang, which is more powerful?"

"I hope the gods will bless you, surrender the Black Fox King as soon as possible, and bring peace to the world."

At the banquet, each table has a different topic.

And Xiaolan, Xiaohu, and Xiaolong also chatted.

"Do you still remember the haunted house in Kaifeng City?"

Tang Xiaolong wanted to share an interesting thing and said:

"There are really people living in that courtyard!

And she is a water beauty from the south of the Yangtze River, whose name is Shuisheng.

A generation of chivalrous women, chivalrous and tender, alluring the country and the city, the beauty of the country,

Many people from all corners of the world came to Kaifeng City, blocking her door, wanting to see the beauty. "

"Water Beauty? Is she really that beautiful?" Hua Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Of course!" Tang Xiaolong said: "Above Luoshui, the scholar of Confucianism and the ancestor of the blood knife fought for the sake of the beauty of the water. The story of the hero saving the beauty, now the storytellers in Kaifeng City like to talk about this paragraph. ."

"But isn't her home from Jiangnan? Why does she live in Kaifeng?" Chen Xiaohu was a little puzzled while eating.

"It's not very clear, maybe it was the scholar Jinwu Zangjiao who hid Shuimeiren in the haunted house." Tang Xiaolong guessed.

Zhou Yuan smiled helplessly when he heard the three of them talking.

It's getting more and more outrageous.

Zhou Yuan planned to go to Bieyuan when he had time. After all, it was his own property, and by the way, he had to explain some things about Shuisheng.

"Xiaolong, do you also like that girl Shuisheng?" Hua Xiaolan asked.

"Have you forgotten the prince's maid, Miss Qing'er?" Chen Xiaohu teased.

Speaking of Qing'er, Tang Xiaolong suddenly frowned and said:

"Since we escorted the prince to Kaifeng City that day, I haven't seen Qing'er again. Her voice and smile often appear in my dreams.

Xiaolong looked melancholy, like a lover, and said with great anticipation:

"I heard that His Royal Highness will also come to the banquet today. I wonder if I can see Miss Qing'er."

at this time,

A beautiful figure, wearing a pomegranate skirt, moves gently with lotus steps,

Into the drunk fairy house.

Tang Xiaolong was stunned when he saw this girl!

"Qing'er!"

He was so happy that he finally saw his sweetheart again.

The Abbot Sanzang was a little stunned and said:

"too……"

Miss Qing'er glanced at Abbot Sanzang, and Sanzang immediately changed his tune:

"Miss Qing'er, why are you here?"

The governor of Kaifeng didn't know much about the princess' dress, and asked:

"Miss Qing'er, is the prince here?"

Qing'er shook her head and said softly:

"Lord Fu Yin, the crown prince is a little tired, so he won't be here tonight, so he specially asked the servant to inform the lord."

Abbot Sanzang's scalp was numb, and the prince's voice was more feminine than a woman's, too delicate.

It hurts the national body!It hurts the national body!

Abbot Sanzang wiped away a cold sweat,

Fortunately, no one but myself knew that Qing'er was the crown prince.

Unfortunately, there is one other person who also knows.

That is Zhou Yuan!

Zhou Yuan looked at the prince, it was a bit strange,

Unexpectedly, it is exactly the same as the girl, and there is no Adam's apple, and the voice is gentle and pleasant.

If Zhou Yuan didn't know the plot, he wouldn't really be able to tell that this was a big guy in women's clothing.

"How exactly did you do it?"

Zhou Yuan was also a little puzzled.

"Miss Qing'er, is there anything else the Crown Prince has ordered?" the governor of Kaifeng asked.

"No, I'm going back." Qing'er glanced around in the restaurant, her eyes stayed on Zhou Yuan, and she smiled charmingly.

This young scholar is really handsome!

Zhou Yuan had goosebumps all over his body, this prince wouldn't take a fancy to himself.

"Xiaolan and Xiaohu, let's send a gift to Miss Qing'er."

Xiaolong wanted to talk to Qinger, but he couldn't be alone, so he took Xiaolan and Xiaohu together,

Since Hua Xiaolan went, Zhou Yuan had to go.

So the four of them sent Qing'er out of the restaurant.

"I haven't returned to the palace for the time being, you can accompany me around Kaifeng City."

Qing'er stepped forward and walked towards the lively night market.

"That's not good, isn't the prince still waiting for you to return to your life?" Hua Xiaolan asked.

"It's okay, don't worry, we'll go back after a while." Tang Xiaolong looked forward to it and said:

"It's my honor to be able to escort Qing'er girl!"

"Then thank you so much sir." Qing'er smiled softly, glanced at the four of them, and asked:

"I haven't asked, what are your names?"

"My name is Tang Xiaolong, and my father is the governor of Kaifeng." Tang Xiaolong was the first to introduce himself:

"I've already passed the Xiucai exam, and I'm going to be the champion in the future, the title of the gold list."

In front of his sweetheart, Tang Xiaolong naturally showed off his family advantage again.

Hearing this sentence,

Girl Qing'er covered her face with her sleeves and laughed.

After all, he is a prince, and his family background is a few streets away from Tang Xiaolong.

"His name is Chen Xiaohu, and he is a child of a peasant family."

Xiaolong wanted to show more in front of Qinger, so he introduced his friends to Qinger.

"She is Hua Xiaolan, the only female disciple of Shaolin Temple. She is very skilled. We are all direct disciples of Shaolin Temple Sanzang Abbot."

Qing'er looked at Hua Xiaolan, this girl is really watery,

However, this did not attract the prince's interest. Instead, the bracelet on Hua Xiaolan's wrist made the prince curious:

"Miss Xiaolan, the bracelet on your wrist is really delicate. Where did you buy it?"

Xiaolan smiled sweetly and replied, "Big Brother Zhou Yuan gave it to me, there is only one in the world!"

Qing'er focused her gaze on Zhou Yuan, and the more she looked at it, the more heart-wrenching she became.

This scholar is really a gentleman with a jade face and a personable demeanor!

And it's not feminine at all, on the contrary, it has a masculine air, and the temperament is out of the ordinary.

"What do you call this son?" Qing'er asked softly.

Although Zhou Yuan felt awkward, he calmly replied:

"In the next Zhou Yuan."

Tang Xiaolong noticed that Qing'er's eyes were always on Zhou Yuan, and immediately added:

"He and Xiaolan are a couple, childhood sweethearts, already engaged, and will get married in the future."

Qing’er still stared at Zhou Yuan and said:

"I heard that this year in Kaifeng Mansion, there is a scholar who entered Songyang Academy, one of the four major academies. It should be you, son."

Zhou Yuan nodded, feeling very strange in his heart, wouldn't this prince really think of himself as a woman?

Daming is afraid that he is not taking jujube pills!

"By the way, Shaolin Temple, is there an orphan as big as you?" Qing'er girl suddenly asked.

"There are indeed many orphans among the lay disciples of the Shaolin Temple. They are all abandoned babies who were adopted by the monks."

Tang Xiaolong has been apprenticing in Shaolin Temple for a month, and he still knows it very well.

"Are there twelve-year-olds?" Qing'er asked carefully.