Chapter 4 Get Down

Who is the cutest person in real life?

Are those good men who learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds without leaving a name? Or is it a volunteer soldier who stands up for the future of the motherland? In fact, it's not right. The really cute people are those so-called sanctimonous gentlemen. It is with their existence that many young people can make it clear why the flowers are so red and why the flowers bloom in spring facing the sea.

Murong Qingqiu in front of him has the characteristics of willow thin waist depicted in the poem, and the height can at least reach the shoulders of Ye Hetu. It is not as charming as some seniors and sisters in Kunlun, but those bright eyes are full of aura, and they must be influenced by the family to cultivate the temperament of indifferent autumn water.

Ye Hetu just appreciated Murong Qingqiu, not as Jun Yifeng thought. The boy read the book he gave him one day, and what was on his mind.

"Little sister, where are you from?" Ye Hetu follows the good guidance.

Murong Qingqiu tilted his head and smiled skillfully: "Why did I tell you?" Jun Yifeng drooled next to him, but he didn't know how lethal this move was for a pure young man. There were many beautiful women in Kunlun, but one or two of them could not approach easily. At least no one dared to run to the Qingxin Pavilion in three days like the eldest brother.

"Do you think I look like a bad person?" Ye Hetu smiled elegantly, and it was also plain. He is like this to women, not impatient, warm and slow. Not everyone has to be so close, but under the influence of classical literature since he was a child, Ye Hetu still can't do the things of a beautiful woman.

"I'm not sure, my father told me that many people can't come to a conclusion by looking at their appearance. But you look awesome?" Every girl always has some inexplicable worship for the mysterious master, especially this not-looking master who also defeated Tang Peng, who was already very powerful in her eyes.

"Does it look great?" Ye Hetu felt interesting when he heard this.

"Who is your father? From your tone, he is the most powerful person."

"Of course, my father is Murong Hui. Do you know him?" The little girl is very proud of his father. His father's ability can be seen from the fact that the Tang family was polite to her and sent Tang Peng, the number one bodyguard to protect her.

Murong Hui, the brother of Murong Buyi, the current head of the Murong family. The strength of the Murong family is very vague, and no one has tested it. The power of this low-key family has dominated more than half of China and is extremely influential. Anyway, the big family also has some rich background. Murong Lin Feng, who appeared in the Murong family 30 years ago, that is, Murong Hui and Murong Buyi's eldest brother, was also famous at that time.

"Your name is Murong Qingqiu, right?" After Ye Hetu glanced through this message, he said with a smile.

Murong Qingqiu was surprised and said, "How do you know?" The little face is so cute.

Jun Yifeng couldn't help admiring it secretly. The eldest brother is smart. In his eyes, Murong Qingqiu has been successfully abducted by the eldest brother. In this way, many difficult senior sisters were completely conquered by the eldest brother's confident words and deeds.

Tang Peng sighed that this girl was really naive. Just now, she called her Qingqiu sister, and then she was fooled by Ye Hetu about her father's name. The fool also guessed her specific name. Jianghu, people's hearts are sinister. The scum of the Tang family has a feeling, and he can't remember what he did at all.

Zhaxi Tsering, the host of the Dazhao Temple, walked to Ye Hetu and his party and found that the position had been "occupied". Doji Sangzhu saw the movement here and came to Zaxi Tsering and whispered. The two old men nodded and then stared at Ye Hetu.

Ye Hetu doesn't talk nonsense with Murong Qingqiu. He can't afford to hurt a simple child. Looking at the spiritual pillars of the two Jokhang Temple, both sides smiled at each other. Zhaxi Tsiren did not mean to ask Ye Hetu to give up his seat, and Ye Hetu was too lazy to get up. The person next to him was speechless again.

"Who is this guy? He's so big." A young man who has been complaining since Ye Hetu appeared until now said dissatisfiedly. When Ling Yun was scolded just now, he also saw it. His voice was suppressed to the lowest, and he asked his friends beside him for information.

His friend beside him also smiled bitterly. He was an inner disciple of the Hengshan School. Speaking of which, I still know this Ye Hetu. Last time Ye Hetu made trouble in Hengshan, he forced the elders to join hands to fight to expel the protagonist who did not seem to be a low-key person.

"Do you still remember the rumor that a thief came to our Hengshan Book Pavilion to borrow books?"

"Remember, I heard from my brother that the thief was subdued by you elders. It must be inevitable to suffer after that, right?

"Wherever, several elders couldn't keep him. Isn't he free in front of you now?"

"Is that what you said???" The complaining young man immediately silenced that such a big man was so young. Why haven't you heard of such a tough figure in the younger generation?

"His name is Ye Hetu" The inner disciples of the Hengshan School threw out this is not heavy news.

"He is Ye Hetu! The monster that is rumored to be a once-in-a-century genius in Kunlun, who is expected to be on the dragon list? I didn't expect him to come, so the martial arts meeting of the Potala Palace was wonderful this time. The young man looked at Ye Hetu again and felt that it was not as dazzling as before, and the image of Ye Hetu suddenly became tall.

Zhaxi Ciren walked to the center of the courtyard and looked around at the people who arrived. He nodded and slowly began to say, "This time, our Tibetan tantra invites you to come here. In addition to participating in the living Buddha's takeover ceremony, there are also activities to learn martial arts in the Potala Palace, which can enter the top three." After a pause, he saw that everyone was listening attentively, and said, "You can borrow my tantric sacred objects to see the Tianlun, and there are also some remaining Buddhist scriptures for reference."

An uproar, hidden chakra, shellfish meridian. The most mysterious thing of Buddhism has finally reappeared in the world. It is not in vain this trip to Tibet. Many people are looking forward to it.

Ye Hetu heard of the Tibetan vein Tianlun, but he didn't understand what the Bei Yejing was, and gave it to Tang Peng, who is common in miscellaneous studies.

"Xiao Peng, what is this Beiyejing?" Tang Peng is very glad that he still has such a little utilization value. It is not a bad thing to learn a lot. At least it is not a problem to make a living.

"The Beiye Sutra is a scripture written on the Beiye tree. The content includes the insights of many masters of Mahayana Buddhism, especially in life and martial arts. The strength of Tibetan tantra is largely inherited by the scriptures recorded in the Beiye Sutra."

No matter what it is written, fill your stomach first. Living in the world is nothing more than enough to eat and wear warm clothes, and then have the capital to pursue various realms. For example, those who do not eat or drink are like crazy crazy people in Ye Hetu's eyes.

"Is there wine and meat in this place?" Ye Hetu inquired about Jun Yifeng and Tang Peng beside him.

"Yes! Yes!" The two have a very tacit understanding at this time.

"Then let's drink and talk about the messy things later, which makes me upset." Ye Hetu waved his hand, regardless of whether Zhaxi Tsren finished his words.

The group, including Murong Qingqiu brought by Tang Peng, walked out of the Jokhang Temple. Zhaxi Tsren shook his head and told that all the others were disbanded, leaving only the old lama Doji Sangzhu in the whole Jokhang Temple.

"What do you think?" Zhaxi Tseren took the lead in breaking the tranquility.

"Arrogant and arrogant. But the strength is very strong." After thinking about it for a while, Doji Sangzhu concluded.

"Today's young people are as good as our generation. You saw his arrogance just now, but you didn't find that he still kept a secret hand. Zhaxi Tsren walked to the seat where Ye Hetu had just sat, and gently broke the stone stool made of the best granite for hundreds of years.

** Naked down.

(ps: I'm as upset as my uncle now. No one drinks with me.)