Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

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Now that he has mastered the Marrow Cleansing Classic, cultivated his primordial spirit, and perfected his body refinement, he should be considered a grandmaster, right?

Maybe.

Long Yan couldn't be sure because he didn't have a standard for judgment.

Unless you fight a martial arts master at the Grandmaster level.

However, it's not easy to find a master at the Grandmaster level, and it's even more difficult to spar with one.

The only one I can practice against is the Japanese Demon King.

Long Yan was looking forward to his next match against him to test his strength.

at this time,

It was already daylight.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling onto the pristine white bed.

The sunlight illuminated Wang Xian'er's delicate skin, and she felt the glare of the sun and woke up.

However, I wasn't completely sober yet, and in my hazy state, I had a dream.

I saw a golden-haired person sitting on the edge of my bed.

This person radiated golden light (Li Zhao Zhao), which was even more dazzling than the sunlight, like a god or Buddha.

For a moment, Wang Xian'er thought she was dreaming of the real Buddha.

"Little Master?!"

Wang Xian'er exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the figure from behind—it was none other than Long Yan!

Has the young monk attained Buddhahood?

She suddenly woke up!

Rubbing his eyes, he saw Long Yan sitting on the edge of the bed, sunlight shining on him, outlining the curves of his muscles, making them gleam.

But there was no golden light as I had seen in my dream, only sunlight.

"Is it my imagination?"

Wang Xian'er felt as if she saw gold emanating from Long Yan.

But upon closer inspection, Long Yan was still only bathed in sunlight.

"It seems like it was all a dream."

Wang Xian'er pinched her cheek to clear her mind.

Hearing Wang Xian'er get up, Long Yan stopped practicing his martial arts, turned around and looked back.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Wang Xian'er was not wearing any clothes.

He had been practicing his martial arts all night and had no idea that Wang Xian'er had taken off all her clothes after getting drunk.

Fortunately, Wang Xian'er reacted quickly and immediately used the blanket to protect her body from the attack.

Long Yan didn't look closely and didn't see any details.

"Sister Xian'er, please put your clothes on first, I'll wait for you outside."

Long Yan immediately went out of the house to avoid embarrassing Wang Xian'er.

"so close!"

Wang Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to get dressed.

But she discovered something very strange.

Why are there two pairs of panties on the bed?

.......

093 Promotion and titles? A harem of wives and concubines? My lord, times have changed!

Wang Xian'er has always been very clean and doesn't like to leave clothes lying around on the bed.

So she was very puzzled as to why there were two panties on the bed.

Moreover, one of them, embroidered with roses, was unfamiliar to me; I didn't seem to have much of an impression of it.

However, she had so many clothes that no one doubted that the panties weren't hers.

Especially with underwear like this, you wear it, throw it away, and buy a new one; you don't really care about the pattern on it.

Not to mention that she was the only female owner of the entire house; there were no other women.

"I really shouldn't have drunk so much alcohol; I even left my underwear lying around."

Wang Xian'er changed into clean clothes, threw the clothes she had worn yesterday, along with her two pairs of panties, into the laundry basket, intending to wash them in the washing machine later.

And this time,

Long Yan had just stepped out of the bedroom when he touched his pockets; they were empty.

My heart skipped a beat; I had a bad feeling.

The panties that He Fenny had stuffed in his pocket were gone.

Could it have fallen onto Wang Xian'er's bed last night?

Long Yan sensed something was wrong; if he were discovered, he would be dead.

He immediately turned around, opened the door, intending to find the panties, take them out, and throw them away.

But they bumped into Wang Xian'er, who was coming out of the house.

"Little Master, what's wrong?"

Wang Xian'er asked, holding a clothes basket filled with clothes that obscured her panties.

"Sister Xian'er, I left something in my room, I'll go get it."

Long Yan told the truth without trying to hide anything, because he was upright and honest.

Of course, Long Yan didn't say directly that the lost item was panties, as saying so would inevitably lead to misunderstandings.

"Little Master, then go and look for it."

As Wang Xian'er spoke, she walked out of the bedroom, headed to the bathroom, and threw all her clothes into the washing machine.

Long Yan searched the bedroom but couldn't find He Fenny's panties.

"That's strange, could it have fallen into the bedroom?"

Long Yan was a little puzzled and could only look for it again later.

Don't waste time on a pair of panties.

Right now, there are even more critical matters concerning life and death.

Help the hermit of the thatched cottage find his two disciples and prepare for a final battle against the Japanese demon king.

Moreover, it's not just the Fusang Demon King now,

Wang Xian'er received a wedding invitation; underworld ghosts might come to fetch her.

Although Long Yan appeared calm on the surface, he couldn't afford to be careless.

"Are you all awake?"

At this moment, the hermit of the thatched hut stretched and continued drawing talismans.

He didn't sleep all night, spending his time drawing talismans to prepare for the final battle.

"Layman, you've drawn so many talismans!"

Long Yan looked at them and saw that there were at least a hundred of them, of various kinds. The most powerful ones were the Five Thunder Talismans, of course, but there were only a dozen or so of them.

The more powerful the talisman, the more difficult it is to draw, and the greater the mental strain it requires.

Drawing a dozen or so Five Thunder Talismans in one night was already the limit for the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage.

The other talismans are not very powerful, but they are more than enough to deal with ordinary evil spirits.

“If the ghosts of the underworld appear in groups, these talismans will come in handy.”

The hermit of the thatched cottage was also trying to protect Wang Xian'er and prevent the ghost soldiers from taking her to a ghost marriage.

"Young master, layman, let's go out."

After washing up, Wang Xian'er changed into a white dress and stockings.

After having a quick breakfast, he planned to drive Long Yan along to help the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage find his two disciples.

Take a stroll around the streets and relax a bit.

Otherwise, staying cooped up indoors every day, worrying about the Ghost King coming to visit, can easily lead to depression.

“My two apprentices replied to the letter last night with paper cranes. They seem to be in a place called Pedestrian Street.”

The hermit of the thatched cottage showed the contents written on the paper crane to Long Yan and Wang Xian'er.

"There are too many pedestrian streets in Hong Kong, we can only try our luck."

Wang Xian'er stepped on the gas, ready to set off. (ahcc)

"Sister Xian'er, you can drive to the pedestrian street near this Christian church and take a look. You should find something there."

Long Yan specially bought a map of Hong Kong.

It's so inconvenient that we don't have mobile phone navigation in this day and age.

"I don't think I've been here before either. Little master, could you give me directions? When we get to an intersection, could you tell me whether to turn left or right?"

Wang Xian'er has a poor sense of direction.

She wasn't actually very familiar with Hong Kong, because she grew up on the island.

She only came to Hong Kong after she started filming.

I don't fully know the streets of Hong Kong yet.

He wasn't even very fluent in Cantonese.