Life is a missed | Episode 42
My name is Zhang Junbao, and some people call me Zhang Sanfeng.
They said that I was a martial arts expert, a rare grand master, but in fact, I was just a small squatter in the Shaolin Temple who cleaned the Tibetan Scripture Cabinet.
At the age of 13, Master rescued two people who were hunted down and killed by the Mongol soldiers, but these two people took the opportunity to steal the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Cabinet.
The scriptures were lost, and Master led me all the way from Mount Song to Mount Hua, and finally caught up with these two evildoers.
The thief of the scriptures is old and treacherous, and he does not admit to the theft of books. Master is pedantic and can only persuade each other with kind words.
A simple master will know how a person who has the intention of plotting to do bad things can be persuaded to repent with a few words.
As a young man, I was eager to search the bad guys and retrieve the stolen scriptures.
I had never studied martial arts, and thieves didn't want to be searched.
Fortunately, I met a group of heroes who secretly supported me, but unfortunately, the thieves were strong in martial arts and beat me badly.
Master only told me how to get beaten, not how to fight back.
At this time, a girl next to her shouted, "You just have to let go and fight, but I will come to help you." My heart was hot: "Thank you girl! With a swing of his fist, he punched Yin Kexi in the chest.
Master shook his head and sighed, "Evil obstacles, evil obstacles, as soon as you move your anger, the spiritual platform will not be able to stop the water like a mirror." ”
Master said a word, and from that day on, my heart could no longer stop the water.
The thieves were so vicious that they wounded me and bled from my head.
The girl took out a handkerchief and bandaged it for me. I looked up at her, and it was the first time in my life that I had seen a woman so closely, and had been so concerned by a woman.
She was so good-looking, dressed in a pale yellow shirt, bright and generous. It was so beautiful that I didn't dare to look at her, and I couldn't bear not to look at it.
Only to see this beautiful and amiable little sister's eyes tears, sad eyes red.
I don't know, so is it hurting me?
But I didn't dare to ask, and I couldn't say what I was going to say thank you.
Whether it was for me or not, that flood of autumn water rippled forever in my heart.
Later I learned that she had a nice name, Guo Xiang.
She is the daughter of the famous Guo Jingguo Daxia, and I am just a running servant in the Scripture Cabinet who sprinkles sweeping books.
Three years after seeing Miss Guo again, she came to the Shaolin Temple to look for her big brother.
The Mad Eagle Man who was on par with the East Evil, the man who gave her fireworks all over the city on her 16th birthday.
Guo Girl is getting better and better, wearing a pale yellow shirt, like a bud in early spring, warm and delicate.
Because the scriptures were stolen, our master and apprentice were punished, and she fought for us and had a fight with the monks in the temple.
Fortunately, the colorless Zen master recognized her and personally sent her down the mountain.
Somehow I followed.
Miss Guo heard my footsteps, smiled at me and said: Brother Zhang, have you also come to send guests down the mountain?
My face was inexplicably red, and Ai Ai responded: "Yes! ”
I thanked her for her chivalrous act: "The girl was kind, and Master and I are very grateful, and I will never dare to forget." ”
Hearing this, Guo Girl sighed softly, and a little sadness appeared in her eyes.
I don't know what she had in mind, maybe she thought of whether Yang Daxia, who had been searching for several years without a trace, had forgotten her.
The green donkey grazed in the woods.
Aunt Guo said, "Brother Zhang, you don't have to send me." ”
With a whistle and beckoning the green donkey closer, I clinged to it, but I had nothing to say.
Aunt Guo handed me the pair of iron cast arhats in her hand and said:
"This one's for you."
I did not dare to pick it up, she shoved the iron luohan in my hand, jumped down, and got on the back of the donkey.
It was her first gift to me.
Later, this pair of iron luohan accompanied me through the loneliness on countless breezes and bright moon nights, and one companion was a hundred years.
Aunt Guo just left.
Just when I was feeling sad, she came back.
But before I could be surprised, I found that there was a handsome middle-aged man next to her, and I was also very attentive to her.
The man's name is He Zudao, and he came to challenge the Shaolin Temple.
His martial arts skills are really high, and he draws a chessboard on the ground with a small piece of pointed stone.
I looked at him very uncomfortable, and somehow, I got into a fight with He Zudao.
In the end, he was driven away with the pair of Luohan fists learned in the Iron Luohan given by Guo Girl.
Shaolin is trained and must not learn martial arts privately.
Because he learned the moves of this iron arhat, he violated the rules of the temple and was punished.
Master couldn't bear it, and ran wildly for hundreds of miles to save me, and finally died of exhaustion, and I became a Shaolin escapee.
Junbao has no master and no place to return.
To be continued...
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Writing // Passing Goblins
Read aloud // Through the night your eyes
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