"Senior Brother Yankong actually injured the junior brother who was guarding him and fled!"

In the wood-splitting courtyard, Yanwu looked at the three-eyed monk who was chopping wood, with a sad face: "The two teachers and nephews who guarded Yanwu, now one is seriously injured, and the other has gone!"

His face was a little haggard, and he sighed for a long time: "One of the two masters and nephews is a strong vajra palm, the bones are broken, and the viscera is seriously damaged. But Yankong wants to escape, why kill the disciples in the door? Now the abbot has sent thirteen warrior monks from the Discipline Hall to arrest him, because Yankong's kung fu is too powerful, only I can do it, so this time I have to go down the mountain!"

Yan Wu found a tree stump and sat down slowly, and said softly: "Sanmu, sometimes I envy you very much, you are thoughtless, and you can learn the most profound martial arts, unlike me Although I am a monk, I still have a lot of worries. ”

He took out a few volumes from his bosom and said with a smile: "I always have a sense of foreboding when I go, and after I go down the mountain, I don't know how long it will take to come back." I have already recited to you all the exercises of the Vajra Immortal Body, and now I will also recite to you the exercises of the Vajra Palm and the Mighty Eagle Claw Technique. I hope that after listening to it, you will be able to cultivate these kung fu to the highest level. ”

The three-eyed monk continued to chop wood with an axe in his hand, and the clicking sound was endless, and he was indifferent to what the Yanwu monk said, but the method of chopping wood had changed.

When he was chopping wood, he honestly bent down and took out a log, and then used the axe to split it into a few pieces, but now the action of chopping wood has changed, under the gaze of Yanwu, he raised his foot and stomped lightly on the ground, and a small piece of log on the ground was shaken and jumped up, when the log was still in the air, the cold light flashed, and it was split into two pieces by the axe in the hand of the three eyes.

And just when the two pieces of firewood were about to fall to the ground separately, the cold light flashed again, and the two pieces of firewood became four, this kind of chopping wood technique and force are extremely ingenious, far beyond Yanwu's imagination, and I can't help but applaud.

When he talked about Yankong just now, he was still a little worried, but after seeing the three-eyed monk's two axes in the air, his eyes suddenly lit up, he forgot everything, and shouted, "How did this split?"

Yanwu is a famous martial arts idiot in Southern Shaolin, and he wants to know about advanced kung fu when he sees it, and he is a good teacher, otherwise he would not take the initiative to teach Sanmu such a demented guy kung fu.

Now after seeing Sanmu's method of chopping wood, he was very surprised, and asked for an axe from Sanmu's hand, and shouted, "I'll try it!"

At the moment, he stomped his feet lightly, and after a log flew up on the ground, he raised his axe and cut it, and with a "bang", the blade of the axe was embedded in the log, and it could not be split into two pieces.

Yan Wu was not convinced: "It's just wood, I'm not as fast as you, and my strength is not as good as you, but it shouldn't be too difficult to split a piece of wood in the air, it must be that I don't use the right force." ”

He thought for a moment and handed the axe to Sanmu: "You chop it again for me to see." ”

Sanmu took the axe expressionlessly, still as just now, chopping the flying wood into four pieces, when the axe was chopping wood in the air, there was no movement, naturally, there was no sound of breaking the wind, and the trajectory of the stroke in the air had an indescribable moving beauty.

Yan Wu looked at Sanmu chopping wood, and if he realized something in his heart, there was a faint thought that came out of his mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a while, thought for a moment, had to give up, and smiled at Sanmu: "Wait until I read these martial arts to you first, and after reading, I will learn to chop wood with you." ”

After spending some time reciting the Mighty Vajra Palm and the Mighty Eagle Claw Technique to Sanmu, Yanwu found another axe from nearby and followed Sanmu to learn to chop wood. When he spent half a day and was finally able to split a log into two pieces in the air, his body suddenly shook, and he thought of one thing: "The powerful vajra palm of Yankong cultivation is not enough, his skill is not as deep as mine, and he can't move me at all, but the Liuyun Flying Sleeve is difficult to resist, the Liuyun Flying Sleeve is changeable in the air, it is difficult to guard against, and it is soft, very weak, if you want to break his Liuyun Flying Sleeve, you have to cooperate with the great accuracy of the head and the sharp blade." "And this method of chopping wood, used to deal with the flowing clouds flying sleeves in the sky, is a good way!"

Thinking of this, Yanwu's spirit was greatly lifted, and he glanced at Sanmu who was still expressionless next to him, and his heart moved: "Sanmu, did you do it to me on purpose?"

Sanmu was still expressionless, and there was no change in the action of chopping wood.

After Yan Wu asked a few words, seeing that he didn't respond, he didn't ask anymore, but he didn't leave, and sat next to him and watched dumbly as Sanmu split the logs into pieces of wood, the more he looked at it, the more he tasted it, every time he swung the axe, it was full of a special magic, and every time he slashed the axe, it was at the most appropriate time, in the most suitable position, and then gently split the hard wood along the texture effortlessly.

His movements seemed to contain this indescribable harmony and reason, as if everything should be like this, the wood should jump into the air, the axe should be chopping at this time, the force should be so great, and all the movements should be so coherent.

Until Sanmu left, Sanmu's action of chopping wood kept coming to his mind.

Therefore, when Yanwu went down the mountain, he deliberately found an axe from the temple and held it in his hand, and the rest of the weapons were not piggybacked.

After Yanwu left Shaolin, the entire wood-splitting courtyard was quieter than before, and the dry firewood of the three-eyed chopping had been piled up in the entire courtyard, enough for the Shaolin Temple to burn for a year, and there was no need to be busy anymore.

So Sanmu no longer went to the wood-splitting courtyard, only went to the main hall to listen to the scriptures when the monks were chanting, and the rest of the time was to sit in the house, and sometimes walked aimlessly in the courtyard, and the whole person was like a wandering spirit, becoming the strangest person in the Shaolin Temple.

More than a month after Yanwu left Shaolin, suddenly there was a loud noise at the bottom of the mountain, and a monk ran into the temple covered in blood, shouting: "Abbot, it's not good! Yankong colluded with the government and said that our Shaolin Temple was planning a rebellion, and now we have led a large number of troops over!"

When Zen Master Suzheng walked into the courtyard, he saw that this monk was a warrior monk who had gone down the mountain to arrest Yankong, and exclaimed, "What about Yanwu? Why didn't he come?"

The disciple said, "Abbot, after injuring Yankong, Uncle Yanwu was injured in his left leg by him, and is now recuperating in a cave. ”

He hurriedly said: "Abbot, now is not the time to talk about this, let's run quickly! If we don't run, the officers and soldiers will have to go up the mountain!"

At this time, Su Xin and Su Shan also came over, and they were all taken aback when they heard this: "What's going on? Why is Yankong so vicious?"

Su Zheng shouted: "Senior Brother Su Xin, you go to the bell to gather the disciples, send a few people to the bottom of the mountain to find out the situation, and the rest of the people are ready to leave in batches." Senior Brother Sushan, a few of you go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion, pack up the important scriptures inside, pack them and take them away, and lead the children in the temple to run to the back mountain to take refuge first...... No, he can't go to the back mountain, since Yankong has taken refuge in the imperial court, he is familiar with all the places in the back mountain, and he will be found by the officers and soldiers if he hides it. ”

When he said this, he said to Su Xin: "There are still a few horses in the backyard, you go and put the carriage on, take the car to the bottom of the mountain to take shelter, if the officers and soldiers really encircle Shaolin, then you take the scriptures and the children to find a way to hide, hide far away, and never go back to Shaolin!"

Su Xin didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took the order to go to the car to find someone, and the rest of the elders also began to pack their things and prepare to run away under Su Zheng's orders.

Just when the entire Shaolin Temple was in chaos, Zhang Xiaoyue came to the Shaolin Temple, and when she saw that the monks in the temple were so flustered, she said strangely: "Hey, why are you so messy? Where is Brother Sanmu? I have something to tell him!"

She carried a bamboo basket and said with a smile: "I made some steamed buns and prepared to give them to him, where is he? ”

Seeing her come to the temple quietly, a monk whispered: "Xiaoyue, go away!

At this moment, the mournful cries of several monks came: "The officers and soldiers are here, there are many people, and they are also pulling a cannon!"

Rumble!

There was a loud noise, and a big hole was suddenly broken in the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and then a voice sounded from not far away: "Shoot arrows!

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