Xiao Peng sneaked into the temple and wandered around the temple, looking for the Muni Hall where Zen Master Kurong and several other senior monks of his own generation practiced in the Muni Hall, Xiao Peng was very patient, and was not anxious because he couldn't find the target for a long time, but searched from left to right, and then from right to left one house after another. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ruihe Gate, Haotianmen, Qingdu Yaotai, Wuwujing, Sanyuan Palace, Tushi Temple, Yuhuayuan, Pranyatai...... Xiao Peng launched a carpet search of Tianlong Temple inch by inch from east to west, and finally showed a smile on the corner of Xiao Peng's mouth in front of several houses almost close to the wall to the west.

I saw that the houses were all made of pine wood, with wooden pillars on the doors and wooden pillars, and the wood was not peeled, natural and simple, which was completely different from the splendid halls along the way, and in Xiao Peng's perception, there were five very weak breaths in the house, which were stirring endlessly.

Xiao Peng rose lightly, looked in from the gap above the beams of the house, and saw that there were five monks sitting on five futons in the house, four of them sitting on the left and right, facing each other, and a monk at the east head was facing the inner wall, motionless.

At this time, the four monks on the opposite side each quietly exercised, stretching out a finger from time to time, and the fingertips sneered, but the four monks frowned, with a sad look.

"Uncle Kurong, the requirements for skill in this six-vein Divine Sword Sutra are too high, and my nephew may not have this blessing. A burly monk titheed to the monk facing the wall, and said with regret on his face.

"Don't be impatient, practice diligently. The monk facing the wall said lightly and stopped speaking.

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

Xiao Peng smiled secretly in his heart, this tall monk must be the most impatient of the main ginseng, seeing that several monks practiced and practiced, they could not let the true qi shoot out of their fingertips and form a sword qi, Xiao Peng shook his head slightly, no longer paying attention to them, and turned his gaze to the six maps hanging on the wall, which were the six veins of the Divine Sword Sutra.

Xiao Peng has the ability to see ten lines at a glance and never forget, looking at the past pictures one by one, but in a moment's effort, he has already written down all the six-vein divine sword scriptures, and there are no extraneous branches at the moment, so he retreats silently.

Out of the Tianlong Temple, Xiao Peng took up the light work, jumped on the canopy, and ran out for more than ten miles in one breath, and found a quiet place in this Cangshan Mountain, and began to ponder the six-vein sword, no matter what, this six-vein sword is the town temple of Tianlong Temple.

The supernatural power in the hall, known as flying to the sky and the earth, omnipotent, even went to steal the martial arts of his school, so it is not good to say!

This time, Xiao Peng only took two days to get the six-vein divine sword, and the six-vein divine sword that he modified could shoot sword qi from every finger, and most importantly, he could also condense the "qi sword" with the method of true qi condensation, so that his technique was more wonderful and extraordinary than the six-vein divine sword, and it was infinitely useful.

"Sneer...... Woohoo ......"

Xiao Peng's hands continued to stretch and retract his fingers like a piano, and a series of sword qi shot out, shooting holes in the surrounding rocks and trees, Xiao Peng's sword qi is not ordinary, but either urgent or slow, or clumsy and simple, awe-inspiring, or ingenious and flexible, elusive, not only a single sword is extremely powerful, but the ten fingers can form a set of sword formations made of sword qi.

After exerting it for a while, Xiao Peng's right hand suddenly joined together, pinched into a sword finger, and his true qi was output, and then the sword finger slashed horizontally at a big pine tree with an adult's waist thickness three zhang away.

"Boom la la ......"

The big pine tree didn't react at first, and then slowly fell down after a while, the broken section was smoother and smoother than the chainsaw, Xiao Peng raised his fingers in front of him with satisfaction, and his true qi exhaled slightly, although the sword qi was formless and substantial, and it could not be seen by the naked eye at all, but the air at the condensed place of the sword qi would be slightly distorted.

Xiao Peng could also clearly sense that the sword-shaped true qi extending from his fingertips, with the change of the strength of the true qi output, slightly swallowed and expanded between his fingers, "This skill, the name of 'Qi Sword Finger' is quite appropriate, as for the ten fingers shooting out sword qi...... It's named 'Ten Absolute Sword Qi', hehe, in this way, who dares to say that I am a six-vein divine sword, and I will kill him. ”

Xiao Peng smiled shamelessly, then retracted his true qi, started light work, left Diancang Mountain, retrieved his stored horses in a town at the foot of the mountain, and set foot on the road of rivers and lakes again.

Calculated carefully, this year is the sixth year that Xiao Peng has entered Tianlong, the first two years Xiao Peng went around chivalrous and righteous, breaking out of the prestige of the supernatural powers, but after four years, Xiao Peng was in retreat in the deep mountains and old forests, and the news of Xiao Peng in the rivers and lakes has not been reported for four years, and the people in the rivers and lakes have speculated whether Xiao Peng has entered the WTO and practiced satisfactorily, and returned to the mountains to cultivate.

However, some major events that have occurred in the rivers and lakes in recent days have broken this speculation, that is, Xiao Peng, the Zhongshentong, has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and as soon as he reappeared in the rivers and lakes, he has done several very happy things.

Sichuan Iron Eagle Dart Bureau, when passing through Huanglongling, encountered thieves and robbed darts, dozens of dart divisions were killed and injured, and they were about to run out of people and goods.

Xiao Peng suddenly fell from the sky, in the blink of an eye, he killed two thieves, I don't know what kind of immortal means, a few feet away from the thief crowd, a few breaths in a row to kill twenty or thirty thieves, each thief's body, except for a hole in the chest, there are no other scars, after killing all the thieves and robbers, Xiao Peng killed the Huanglongzhai alone, and killed hundreds of fierce bandits in the Huanglongzhai.

That Huanglongzhai is entrenched on the Huanglongling, the terrain of the Huanglongling is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, there is only one path leading to the top of the mountain, the beggar gang Sichuan rudder has also organized several attacks, who knows that just to the halfway up the mountain, the wood is rolling, the wood is rolling, and the oil is constantly boiling, so that the beggar gang disciples are killed and injured heavily, but they can't take it.

Originally, Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, planned to rush to Sichuan and do it himself, but Xiao Peng took the first step to do it, when Qiao Feng received the news and knew that Xiao Peng was back in the rivers and lakes, he couldn't help but laugh three times, and he was so excited that he drank a jar of thirty catties of good wine in one go.

A few months later, news came out of Dingbian City, Shaanxi, that the Western Xia warriors invaded the border of the Great Song Dynasty on a large scale under the leadership of the Xixia Yipintang, and burned and looted on a large scale, but just hit Xiao Peng's muzzle.

This battle is not only praised by the people in the rivers and lakes, but also the pawns of the peddlers, and the ordinary people also applaud, the name of Xiao Peng, the god of the gods, is not only extremely loud in the rivers and lakes, but also deeply into the hearts of the people on the border of the Great Song Dynasty.

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At that time, the Northern Song Dynasty Zhezong Yuanyou seven years, located in Wuxi City, Jiangsu, this Wuxi City in the Spring and Autumn Period has been the world's famous land of fish and rice, located in the hinterland of the Yangtze River Delta Plain, the south of Jiangsu, the traffic center of the Taihu Lake Basin, so the city is bustling with pedestrians, very prosperous.

On a lively and prosperous street in the city, the boss of a restaurant stands on the street, the golden signboard reads "Songhe Tower" three big characters, the signboard is deep and long, it is smoked into a cloud of black, but the three golden characters are flashing and shining, bursts of wine and meat smell spewed out from the restaurant, the sound of the chef's knife and spoon and the shouting of the running hall resounded together.

On a table near the window on the second floor, a young man wearing a moon-white robe, tall as a pine, handsome and extraordinary, and with a temperament like a fairy, was pouring himself a drink leisurely, who was it not Xiao Peng?

Half a month ago, he was still in Shandong to exterminate a group of mountain bandits who were very evil, but after the matter was over, he heard that the beggar gang about Su Murong Fu met in Wuxi, Jiangsu, and confronted the deputy leader of the beggar gang, Ma Dayuan, who died of his famous stunt, Xiao Peng immediately reacted, this is the beginning of the apricot forest incident.

The matter of the apricot forest can be said to be the turning point of Qiao Feng's fate, and it is also the starting point of the tragedy of his life, Xiao Peng respects Qiao Feng and does not want him to fall victim to some people's conspiracy, Qiao Feng represents a hero, a legend, and Xiao Feng represents a series of tragedies, so Xiao Peng rushed over day and night, wanting to see if he could manage to change Qiao Feng's fate.

While Xiao Peng was pondering how to operate, a young man in a green shirt was upright, gentle and elegant, but for some reason, a young man with a deep gloomy look on his face slowly walked upstairs and sat on the table not far from Xiao Peng.

The young man came upstairs, ran to the hall to greet him, he asked for a pot of wine, called the running hall with four-color wine and food, and then poured himself a drink, and sighed from time to time while drinking.

Xiao Peng saw the young man behaving like this, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, "This kid, it's him! ”

That's right, this young boy is Duan Yu, one of the three protagonists of Tianlong, that is, the future Emperor Xuanren of Dali.

And not long after he came up, there was a sudden sound of popping footsteps downstairs, this footstep was very steady and heavy, just listening to his footsteps, you knew that its owner must be a great man like a mountain.

Sure enough, when the footsteps extended to the second floor, all the guests on the second floor looked at him as a majestic man with thick eyebrows and wide eyes.