Chapter 57 Shaolin's Chance (Please Collect, Please Recommend!)

"They are all your acquaintances, little bald donkey, do you have a lot of contacts? It's not in vain that you recognized them from below and came up to say hello."

Wang Sheng smiled calmly, "Senior misunderstood, this senior swordsman junior has never met." He squinted at Nie Xiaoqian, "It is this female benefactor who has had a relationship with the monk a few times."

Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian nodded happily.

"Dare to ask senior, have you ever heard of the little monk?" Wang Sheng looked at Yan Chixia with some doubts.

Yan Chixia looked him up and down for a long while, then looked at the woman beside her, and slowly shook her head, "It's just that the name of the little master is a little familiar. Yan once promised a senior to help him take care of a descendant, and just now he mistakenly thought that the little master The master is the descendant of that senior."

"So that's the case, but fellow daoists don't take a closer look, maybe this little monk is the person you are looking for." The woman smiled slightly.

Yan Chixia shook her head, "I won't admit it wrong, Yan has a token with me, and I will remind you when I meet that descendant token." He looked at the woman and cupped his hands, "A certain casual cultivator Yan Chixia has met a fellow Taoist, dare to ask Where is the Taoist friend practicing Taoism, and what is the name of the Taoism?"

Wang Sheng's heart moved, and he looked at the woman. He didn't even know who this woman was.

The woman smiled slightly, but did not hide it, and saluted with one hand, "Poverty Kunlun Gushe, I have met Fellow Daoist Yan."

Kunlun! This Chinese Ghost Story has Kunlun!

Wang Sheng felt weird. She and Lingxuzi's uncle both belonged to Kunlun, but one was from Journey to the West and the other was from A Chinese Ghost Story. They had the same name, but they were actually not connected.

Instead, he remembered the flat peach tree seeds that Yan Chixia had given him before, which belonged to Queen Mother Xi, and Queen Mother West lived in Kunlun Mountains, so he didn't know if it had anything to do with the Kunlun that Gushe was talking about.

"It's actually a fellow Taoist of Kunlun, Yan is disrespectful, but didn't Kunlun escaped from the world three hundred years ago, fellow Taoist." Yan Chixia was a little surprised. The world's largest sect, even known as the Holy Land of Taoism, later chose to hide from the world for unknown reasons.

After avoiding for three hundred years, could it be that Kunlun was going to come out again? He couldn't help wondering whether the identity of this woman belonged to Kunlun.

"Poverty Dao is just going out for a trip, fellow Taoists don't need to worry too much." Gu She smiled faintly.

Yan Chixia squinted her eyes. This Gushe Taoist friend asked where Shaolin was before, did she come here specially because of the Shaolin incident.

They were talking here, and Wang Sheng was not idle. Nie Xiaoqian heard a voice transmission from his heart.

"Monk Huiming, did you forget to return something to me?"

Wang Sheng sneered in his heart, and ignored Nie Xiaoqian's question. He could see that Nie Xiaoqian was ruthless and had no regard for other people's lives, which was quite different from the original book.

Instead, he suddenly saw a sword not far behind Yan Chixia, and a figure crouched on the sword. Judging by the clothes and figure, he looked like Ning Caichen.

Looking carefully, he can confirm that it is Ning Caichen.

Unexpectedly, the plot is very different from the original, but the three still meet each other.

"Well, you bald donkey, do you want to steal my aunt's golden hairpin?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Nie Xiaoqian questioned angrily, and even urged the golden hairpin to take it back.

Wang Sheng felt the golden hairpin in his arms tremble, and there was a strong suction from Nie Xiaoqian, as if he was about to go away three-dimensionally. His consciousness instantly submerged into the golden hairpin, and when he stabilized the golden hairpin, the suction suddenly eased a lot.

Nie Xiaoqian wondered in her heart, what trick did this bald donkey use to get back the golden hairpin, she gritted her silver teeth secretly.

"Baldy, you have to think clearly. You can see the senior swordsman next to me. He once owed me a favor and didn't pay it back. If you insist on greedy for my golden hairpin, you have to think clearly about the consequences."

She actually threatened Wang Sheng with Yan Chixia.

Wang Sheng still ignored him. Seeing Nie Xiaoqian's long-winded chatter, he was really tired, so he simply threw the golden hairpin in his arms into the space of consciousness, and the contact was cut off immediately.

Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt that the golden hairpin related to her mind disappeared. She was shocked. Could it be that the bald donkey completely subdued the golden hairpin?

What kind of method did this bald donkey use? For a moment, she was anxious and had no choice but to speak.

"Daoist Gu She has something important to go to Shaolin. If you are not in a hurry, why not go with Yan, who also happens to be passing through Shaolin." Yan Chixia laughed.

Gu She's wonderful eyes turned slightly, "If the news of the poor Taoist is correct, Shaolin is experiencing troubled times at this time, and there are crooked and evil people gathering there. Do you want to watch the fun, or also want to fish in troubled waters?" She looked Intriguing.

Wang Sheng felt that there was a sudden sharp edge between the two, and Shaolin was troubled? Nie Xiaoqian of Lanruo Temple seemed to have mentioned this before, both in and out of words. Could it be that Shaolin is in great trouble.

A few monks who were hunted down when he first came to A Chinese Ghost Story flashed through his mind, and that didn't seem to be accidental.

Yan Chixia is an upright character, he understands Gushe's meaning, he just satirized him to take advantage of others' danger, he sneered, "Yan went to Shaolin this time to kill all those who fish in troubled waters!" The voice fell, An invisible edge pierced out of the scabbard behind him, piercing the sky, it was the intent of the sword.

Realizing the grandeur and sharpness of this sword intent, Wang Sheng was stunned. This sword intent was stronger than his by more than one level, and he was worthy of the swordsman Yan Chixia.

Gu She smiled, "The Shaolin incident is a great opportunity for casual cultivators in the world. Fellow Taoists who have reached this level of cultivation, don't you know how precious this opportunity is."

"Fellow Gushe Daoist, don't speak harsh words. Although Yan is a casual cultivator, this opportunity Yan has snatched is not rare." The words were not speculative, and Yan Chixia would have turned around and left long ago under normal circumstances, but Now the white jade talisman in his arms is shining, he really can't leave.

Gushe smiled slightly and declined to comment.

Wang Sheng was at a loss as to what the opportunity was. Looking at Nie Xiaoqian's expression, she seemed to understand this opportunity, that is to say, he was the only one who was kept in the dark, and he was carrying his Shaolin identity.

At this time, the black bear roared to the sky, it had been up to the sky for a while, and now it was a little impatient, Gushe narrowed his eyes slightly, "Daoist friends didn't come here for that chance, it's okay to go together, fellow Daoist please first."

Yan Chixia didn't speak, and now he didn't have the slightest affection for this girl. He glanced at Wang Sheng intentionally or unintentionally, then nodded at Nie Xiaoqian, the blue light on his body reappeared, and he passed the black bear and continued to fly forward.

Nie Xiaoqian did not speak from the beginning to the end. At this moment, she struggled to stand up, bowed her body and saluted the girl, and then the golden hairpin also wrapped her up and followed Qingguang away.

"Xiao Hei, keep up." Gu She crossed her legs on the bear's paw again, and patted the black bear's palm.

The black bear let out a roar, and it stepped forward, suspended in the air, step by step in the air, each step can span hundreds of thousands of meters, without lagging behind or two ray of light, it even feels a little strolling in the garden.

Wang Sheng looked familiar. How could this movement be so similar to the ground shrinking that he had seen Guanyin perform. The speed was not as fast as Guanyin, but it already had a charm.