Chapter 28 Lin Xuan and Xiao Lan meet for the first time

This day.

Lin Xuan finished his practice in the back mountain early in the morning as usual, and came to the mountain gate to help as usual.

Sometimes I help distribute the clothes, sometimes I help shake out the bedding...

At noon.

After eating at the porridge stall, Lin Xuan went back to the dormitory to take a short rest.

After waking up, he continued to practice "The Big Stone Smasher" in the yard.

at the same time.

Shaolin Temple, at the foot of the mountain.

The sound of wheels came from far away.

Looking over there, I saw an old woman driving a donkey cart, slowly approaching the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Sitting on the donkey cart was a young girl in her teens.

It was Hua Xiaolan.

This room.

As the donkey cart drove to the gate of Shaolin Temple, Hua Xiaolan's eyes were instantly attracted by the scene before her.

Not far away, there are three powerful and ancient characters "Shaolin Temple" written in the middle, and the red walls, golden tiles, and stone carvings of Buddha can be seen everywhere, all of which demonstrate the solemnity of Shaolin.

Even if you look up, you can see the towering pagoda forest in the temple...

"Grandma, is this the Shaolin Temple?"

"It's more magnificent than I imagined. I wonder how someone could sit on such a tall Buddha statue?"

“And this courtyard wall is so high!”

"Oh!"

"Are those the Shaolin monks? They look so big!"

"Grandma, what do you think of these people's martial arts? Are they quite powerful?"

Hua Xiaolan looked at all this with great interest. She felt that everything was new and new, and asked Grandma Hua from time to time.

Sometimes I talk to myself.

At first Grandma Hua thought it was okay.

But I got tired of being asked and just thought she was noisy:

"Xiaolan, be quiet."

"Get out of the car first and don't walk around."

Hearing this, Hua Xiaolan jumped off the donkey cart.

Seeing Grandma Hua standing beside him, he frowned.

When going out, how can this child behave like a girl?
Wang Dianzuo had already arranged some monks in the temple to be responsible for the liaison work with the villagers of Tanggou Village, Qingshi Village and Lizhuang Village.

At this moment, a monk saw Grandma Hua coming and helped her take the donkey cart, saying:
"Grandma Hua, thank you for your hard work. Just put these bedding and clothes here. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

"There's still porridge in the porridge stall, so why not make do with that?"

"It's okay. We brought our own dry food."

Grandma Hua shook her head and refused.

There are so many refugees at the foot of the mountain, and the supply of porridge and rice is probably not enough. Why should she eat this?
I made a few pancakes this morning and that's enough.

"Then Grandma Hua, please find a place to rest. I will get busy now."

The young monk heard someone calling him, so he said something to Grandma Hua and left in a hurry.

Grandma Hua could understand this.

Looking around the martial arts arena, there are refugees everywhere.

There are not many monks in the temple, how do they manage to get by?
Think of this.

Grandma Hua decided to hang all her clothes and bedding out to dry.

Go pick up some dirty laundry.

Save yourself the trouble of others.

With an idea in mind, Grandma Hua told Xiaolan:

"Xiao Lan, come here, take this basket of clothes and hang them out to dry, and bring in the dirty clothes."

"Okay, grandma."

Hua Xiaolan responded.

He got off the donkey cart, carrying a basket of clothes, and walked towards the Shaolin Temple.

When Grandma Hua saw this, she pointed her finger and said:
"Xiao Lan, the clothes are hung over there. You've gone to the wrong place."

Unexpectedly, Hua Xiaolan seemed not to hear anything and went straight in.

When Grandma Hua got off the donkey cart, she was nowhere to be seen.

She could only shout:
"Hey, Xiaolan!"

"Xiaolan..."

...It is said that the girl who picked up the basket and came to the Shaolin Temple felt very strange.

I couldn't help but look around.

Before I knew it, I had walked through several courtyards.

Strange to say.

As soon as she arrived at the temple, Hua Xiaolan, who should have been excited, unexpectedly calmed down.

seem……

It was as if she had been here in her previous life.

While thinking.

Hua Xiaolan suddenly heard a faint crackling sound coming from the yard in front.

Driven by curiosity, Hua Xiaolan somehow slipped over there.

However, in a courtyard, there was a young man with sparse eyebrows, bright eyes and a handsome face, making gestures of striking with both palms, or gathering, or clasping, or putting palms together to drop a needle, or putting palms together to chop horizontally...

There seemed to be wisps of dark blue Qi wrapped around his hands. Every time the young man swung his hands, a thunderous sound would explode in the void!

Seeing this scene, Hua Xiaolan’s eyes suddenly widened.

at that time.

Lin Xuan had just finished practicing the third move of "The Great Stone Smashing Hand", the Earth-Splitting Move.

Just as he was collecting Qi into the field, he turned around and saw a graceful girl standing in front of him.

When Lin Xuan saw the girl for the first time, his eyes lit up slightly.

The girl is about 18 years old.

She had her hair tied in two high buns that looked like ponytails, and her hair was thick and half a foot longer than her shoulders.

She was wearing a short purple jacket, and had an elegant appearance with her forehead slightly open, which added a bit of heroic spirit to her.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the flat and white belly button, which is as white as mutton-fat jade.

Seeing this person, Lin Xuan's heart moved.

With this outfit, isn't this definitely Hua Xiaolan, one of the main characters in the original novel?
Why is she here?

Hua Xiaolan had never expected that the boy would suddenly turn around.

At that moment, the two of them looked at each other, and her face flushed and she felt a little embarrassed.

After all, Hua Xiaolan had also heard that peeping at others practicing martial arts was impolite.

After a pause, Hua Xiaolan spoke first, breaking the awkward atmosphere:

"Hello, my name is Hua Xiaolan. Today I went to Shaolin with my grandmother to deliver these clothes and beddings. I accidentally got lost and went to the wrong place."

As she spoke, Hua Xiaolan pointed at the basket on the ground, as if to indicate something.

Hearing this, Lin Xuan thought for a moment. He remembered that there was such a thing in the original book.

Coming back to his senses, he said gently:
"My name is Lin Xuan, and I'm a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple."

"Just hang these clothes outside. No need to bring them in."

Seeing that Lin Xuan was not angry because she had peeked at him practicing martial arts, Hua Xiaolan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When she heard him say that he was a lay disciple of Shaolin, she could not hide the envy in her beautiful eyes.

Because she could see that Lin Xuan looked about the same age as herself.

If I were a boy, maybe I could also join Shaolin.

But she happened to be a girl.

Thinking of this, Hua Xiaolan felt a little depressed.

But after a moment, she cheered up again.

So what if she is a girl? She believes that her talents are no less than those of boys!

Hua Xiaolan has loved practicing martial arts since she was a child.

It’s a pity that no one taught her at all.

So, sometimes she likes to study and practice on her own, especially her body movements.

For this reason, Hua Xiaolan often jumped up and down, climbed high and low.

But every time I would be nagged by my grandma.

Fortunately, there were many people in Qingshi Village who had practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple before, so she would go to them for advice whenever she had time.

After a while, Hua Xiaolan also learned some martial arts.

But to Grandma Hua, those were all just tricks.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an embroidered pillow.

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