This bow has a strange shape.

After pulling off the wrapped cloth strip, everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

The warm wooden bow body is perfect throughout. You can see it at first glance and see nothing inconsistency.

"Mu Liubow?"

The Shi Po Zi was slightly surprised: "The Liu family still has a wooden Liubing?"

"No, Mu Liubow."

Liu Wenlong gently stroked the texture of the longbow, and his face was fascinated:

"After the incident occurred in the Nanling Mine, my grandfather once repurchased Mu Liugong at a high price. I was lucky enough to get a bite..."

The Liu family is a bow-casting family, which is famous in Longyuan Road and even in the Ming Dynasty. The bows he made were once sought after by generals in the army.

That is, wooden flow bow.

Unlike the popular fine iron, fine steel, black iron, dazzling gold bow body and wooden flowing bow that are popular in the army, it is a real wooden bow as its name suggests.

It is said that this wood flow bow is not made by humans, but is a strange wood grown from the Baijin Mineral veins with secret medicine.

The ancestors of the Liu family used some methods to control the growth of this wood and let it naturally grow into a big bow.

Because it has no acquired polishing, it is consistent and very popular.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Liu would even take out the Mu Liubiao."

Jia Qiu praised him.

Success is the flow of wood, failure is the flow of wood.

The history of the rise and fall of the Liu family is based on the disappearance of the wooden ridge as the cutting point.

According to legend, a good wooden flowing bow has a bow strength comparable to a divine arm crossbow, and because of its special texture, it is extremely suitable for the infusion of internal breath and blood.

In addition, the arrows with traits are even enough to threaten the most powerful figures in martial arts!

He remembered that the Qingzhou General Wei Zhengxian had a first-class wooden bow, and combined with the arm strength of his four symbols, he could be called the god of killing on the battlefield!

Several collisions with foreign races showed amazing deterrence.

I just don’t know how good the wooden flowing bow in Liu Wenlong’s hand is.

"Everyone prepares yourself, don't worry about me..."

With the long bow in his hand, Liu Wenlong's expression suddenly subsided as water. He took a few steps back and hid in the mountains.

Not only the traces, but the entire person's aura seemed to have completely disappeared.

With this heavy night.

The mountains and forests here will be his home ground for killing!

...

...

"Wu Shi knows my archery skills. If you dare to chase me, you will have to rely on it, but I can't be careless..."

He urged the horse slowly, and Yu Yang was cautious in his heart.

He didn't care too much about the flower-picking thief. Even if he was shot like this by a master of horizontal training, he could not imagine how far he could escape.

"donor!"

When Yang Yu was thinking about it, the monk Yansheng who was holding the unconscious woman followed him again. This monk's martial arts skills were much higher than that of Wang Sheng.

Yu Yang frowned: "What? I don't say clearly enough?"

"The donor misunderstood."

The monk Abstinent looked around and was covered in dark night, and worries flashed across his face:

"Walking forward, there may be ominous."

"Um?"

Yang Yu strangled the horse and became curious:

"Can the little monk look at the photos?"

The mountains and rivers at night are complicated, and he can't find any clues when he sees the night as day. Can this little monk actually see it?

"Won't."

Jie Se answered calmly: "I am the only one in Fulong Temple, and I am the only one in consciousness. The little monk has a slight response to his heart."

"Only me, only consciousness, sensing..."

Yang Yu chewed the monk's words and became more interested in his heart:

"I heard that Fulong Temple emphasizes the 'Eight Practices and Ten Virtues', only 18 people in each generation. Unless someone dies, there is no such thing as attracting outsiders to join the sect?"

He has heard of the name of Fulong Temple. It is said that Fulong Temple is located in Yududao and has some reputations, but because of its few disciples, it is far less famous than the Lan Ke and Da Toad.

According to the information from the Six Gates, the monks in Fulong Temple are the most sarcastic and one of the most obedient monks in the world.

"The donor also knows that I am Fulong Temple?"

Avoid sex and was a little happy. He gently placed the woman under the tree, and put her hands together:

"The little monk is aware of sex, and he went down the mountain for the first time."

The monk said this very densely. Seeing that Yang Yu's attitude was a little calmer, he started to talk a lot.

From Fulong Temple to Yudu Road, from Yunzhou to Qingzhou, finally, he saw that Yang Yu was a little impatient and stopped.

"The little monk's Dharma name is Jiese, but he is not old. Master wants me to go down the mountain to catch Wang Sheng back to the mountain. He was abrupt before, so don't blame him."

The monk Abstinently stopped talking.

This is the first time he has said so many things to people since he came down the mountain.

"My little master, how can you ask the Bajie of Buddhism? What is the saying?"

Prison Yang revealed his true purpose.

When he heard the monk's Dharma name, he remembered what he saw several months ago, Liu Qingqing, who was ordained as a monk, and his master, the old monk "Hui'an".

Since that day, I heard the old monk talk about "keeping precepts", he has collected a lot of information about this in the past few days.

I realized that the saying of keeping precepts is not unique to Buddhism or Taoism, and it involves a very wide range of things.

Even the legendary immortals and Buddhas must strictly abide by the rules and precepts.

"Keep the precepts..."

Avoid sex and scratched his scalp:

"According to what Master said, the precepts are not to erase nature, but to adhere to the original heart. The human heart is like paper, and the world is like ink. If the heart does not control itself, it is difficult to see its original appearance.

In any case, there are great benefits.”

He didn't hide his sexual desire, but he didn't know much, so he could only bring out his master's words.

And as his master said.

"There are no unfilial immortals in this world, no Buddhas who break the precepts, and no gods who mess with the heavenly corpses..."

Avoid sex and said this.

Yu Yang chewed his words and thoughtful.

Just as he was about to thank him and asked for more detailed things, he heard a scream exploding from the forest not far away.

Then, there was a thunderous explosion!

call!

The air flow roared, arrows spread to the forest, and the dead branches beside the road whistled by the strong wind.

"Arrow sounds thunderous?!"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he suddenly lowered his body.

A pair of glittering eyes suddenly looked at the place where the arrow exploded. He had excellent eyesight and saw Wang Sheng, who was shot through his chest and exploded into two pieces at a glance.

And the figures flashing through the hills and forests further apart.

"Arrower!"

Yang Yu's heart thumped and he let go of the reins without thinking.

Xilulu~

The horse was frightened and ran away with a long neigh.

"He, he was shot again?"

I also saw something when I abstained from sex, my face changed slightly, and I lowered my body.

After thinking about it, I pulled off my inner robe, rolled it in the mud, and covered it on my smooth and shiny forehead.
To be continued...