I have a role in the heavens

"Master, we have to send him away!"

Luzhangke took two steps toward Zhao Min and whispered a question in Zhao Min's ear.

The expression on Zhao Min's face did not change at all, he just looked at the smiling Yuan Hui with interest, with a look of inquiry deep in his eyes.

Zhao Min waved his hand and didn't even turn his head. He just motioned for everyone to be quiet. Everyone was silent and did not dare to say anything.

"I wonder what you think of this young lady?"

Yuan Hui once again asked Zhao Min for confirmation of her answer and decision.

"Okay, my mother is a Buddhist, so I can ask the master for some Buddhist teachings!"

Zhao Min's expression became more and more playful. She had never seen such an interesting and mysterious monk as Xiang Yuanhui. She hoped to learn more about Yuanhui's background through their journey together.

As for the safety issue, Zhao Min is not worried at all. The people around her are all masters. She believes that as long as Zhang Sanfeng, a master of heaven and man, does not take action himself, no one can threaten her safety. As for the little monk in front of her, he will definitely not It belongs to the opponent who is enshrined and guarded by his side.

In fact, in general, although Zhao Min's subordinates are not willing to accompany Yuan Hui, they will not question Zhao Min's decision because they have seen Zhao Min's agility and intelligence and know her abilities, but Cheng Kun can With his claws numb, Zhao Min agreed to Fang Hui's request to go with him. Naturally, he could not leave. He could only remain silent and carefully concealed his identity for fear of being recognized by Fang Hui.

Yuan Hui's perception was astonishing, and she had noticed Cheng Kun's little tricks a long time ago, but now was not a good opportunity to expose Cheng Kun after all. There would be plenty of time to deal with him in the future, so she just ignored it.

Zhao Min and his party followed the six major sects all the way to Guangmingding, and stopped on a mountain peak where they could observe the battle between the six major sects and the Mingjiao.

The Eight Heroes of the Arrow spread the fine wool blanket on the ground, then placed the food, and then let Zhao Min sit down and enjoy it.

Yuan Hui followed Zhao Min and sat down unceremoniously. She reached out and took a piece of good mutton and started to chew on it.

Yuan Hui's coquettish moves shocked Zhao Min and his party. You must know that Central Plains Buddhism is different from Tibetan Buddhism. They need to abide by the rules and precepts and cannot eat meat.

"I wonder if it is difficult for the master to practice under the disciples of the divine monks in the Shaolin Temple?"

Zhao Min stared at Yuan Hui with confusion in her big eyes. She even wondered if she had met a fake Shaolin disciple, otherwise how could this happen.

"My master died young, and his name is empty!"

Yuan Hui had already finished chewing the mutton in her hand, her mouth was full of oil, then she looked at Zhao Min and said in an extravagant manner.

"Do you have any wine? Press your stomach. This mutton is really greasy. I haven't eaten meat for many years, so it's hard to digest for a while!"

Zhao Min rolled her eyes coquettishly. She had met a fair-weather monk. However, the monk was actually the disciple of Kong Jian, the head of the four great Shaolin monks. He should not be underestimated. Zhao Min reached out and motioned to the guard behind him to hand over the wine bag.

Yuan Hui grabbed the wine bag in Zhao Min's hand, raised her head and poured it into her mouth. A spicy, milky and sweet wine flowed down her throat and into her stomach.

Mare's milk wine is fermented from mare's milk. It is milky white or slightly transparent milky white. It is warm in nature and has the functions of repelling cold, relaxing muscles, activating blood circulation, and strengthening the stomach. It is said that it was invented by Genghis Khan's wife and is called Yuanyu wine. It is one of the eight treasures of Mongolia. It was once the main drink of the Yuan Dynasty palace and the mansions of Mongolian nobles. The mare's milk needs to be stored in a skin bag and stirred. After a few days, the milk fat is separated and fermented into wine. There is not only a simple fermentation method, but also a distillation method for brewing strong milk wine. The milk wine after six steaming and six brewing is the top grade.

"It's top-grade mare's milk wine, like Yuan Ting tribute wine. It seems that the lady's identity is not simple!"

Yuan Hui drank all the kumiss in the wine bag, put the wine bag on the ground, and looked at Zhao Min and said to Zhao Min with a hint of meaning.

"We meet by fate, but we break up if we don't. Master, as a monk, why should he be so indifferent and insist on getting to the bottom of it?"

Zhao Min blocked Yuan Hui's words without any nervousness, without revealing anything.

"What the lady said is that Yuan Hui has become a disciple!"

"Can you please stop calling me miss?"

Zhao Min couldn't bear it anymore and made a request to Yuan Hui.

"You can call me Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Min pointed at her clothes. It was indeed inappropriate for a romantic and handsome scholar to call her a lady.

"Miss Zhao Min, I didn't expect that after so many years, I still like people to call you Young Master!"

Yuan Hui smiled, but she really didn't understand Zhao Min's habit of dressing up as a man. Maybe it's the pride in Zhao Min's bones that makes her unwilling to succumb to men.

Zhao Min's strategizing expression changed color for the first time, his eyes shot out sharply, staring straight at Yuan Hui, carefully observing Yuan Hui's appearance, thinking back to the people he had met over the years, no one was like Yuan Hui. Hui Neng could face it, which made her feel a little disgusted. What a smart person like her hates most is encountering things that she is not sure about.

"Who are you, I don't remember meeting you?"

Zhao Min put away his smile and looked at Yuan Hui seriously. The expert guards around him were also on guard, ready to take down Yuan Hui at any time.

Cheng Kun also looked at Yuan Hui in surprise. He never knew that his cheap junior brother was actually related to the little princess of Ruyang King. He remained silent and watched what happened.

"You noble people forget things!"

Yuan Hui shook her head, as if she couldn't see the tense atmosphere in the air, and didn't feel the pressure of the masters. She still looked at Zhao Min with a smile.

"Twenty years ago, my former princess came to my rescue. Time has passed so quickly. Of course, the princess can't remember the humble beginning!"

Yuan Hui thought that she had just awakened her memory and almost died. If Zhao Min hadn't rescued her, she would have returned to the modern world directly.

"Twenty years ago?"

Zhao Min concentrated on recalling what happened twenty years ago, and the expression on her face changed. She remembered that there was a boy who vowed to repay her, but she thought it was a joke.

"It's you, the refugee who was almost killed by the rebels!"

"The princess has a good memory, but she still remembers it!"

Yuan Hui made a complaint and admitted her identity.

"You actually became a disciple of the Shaolin Monk Kong Jian. What a lucky coincidence! It's so wonderful!"

At this time, Zhao Min had already begun to plan in his mind to use Yuan Hui's identity to realize his plan. For her, Yuan Hui's appearance is an opportunity that makes it easier for her to deal with Shaolin.

"It's fate, it's also fate!"

Yuan Hui thought that if she hadn't heard Monk Kong Jian reciting the Buddha's name, she might have starved to death, and nodded in agreement.