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This day, Xiao Yuesheng came to Shaolin Temple, stood in front of Shaolin Temple, looking at this ancient temple, he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the temple in front of you, it is the mysterious Shaolin Temple, Shaolin 72 arts, get one of the arts, you can defeat the enemy, vertical and horizontal martial arts.

He suddenly had a curiosity, stood in front of the tower monument, bowed his head and pondered, why can the Shaolin school have a long history and prosper, what is the secret?

While he was groaning, two yellow-clothed monks came down from the steps, walked up to Xiao Yue's life, titheed, and asked softly: "This donor, I don't know what to do when I come to our temple?"

Xiao Yuesheng raised his head, glanced at the two of them, and saw that they were two young monks, their faces were immature and their expressions were peaceful, so he smiled slightly, hugged his fists and asked, "Dare to ask the two little masters, is Master Xuanbei in the temple?"

The two young monks glanced at each other, and one of them titheed and said politely: "The donor is unlucky, Master Xuanbei has already left the temple. ”

Xiao Yuesheng frowned: "I've left the temple?...... When did you leave?"

"Uncle Xuanbei has been gone for three or four days, and I don't know when I will be able to come back. The young monk nodded and said calmly, in a soft tone.

"May I ask the little master, I don't know where Master Xuanbei has gone?" Xiao Yuesheng asked, took out a letter from his bosom, and handed it over.

The young monk took it with both hands, glanced at it, seemed to be relieved, and titheed again: "Master Xuanbei has gone to Dali." ”

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "I see,...... How about I ask the little master to send the letter to Abbot Xuanci for a look?"

"Yes, donor, wait a minute. The young monk nodded in agreement, titheed, turned around and entered the temple gate, his steps were light and swift, and his light skills were not weak.

After a while, the young monk came out, his feet were light, he came to Xiao Yuesheng, titheed, and said softly: "The head of the family is invited, the donor, please come with the little monk." ”

"There's Master Lao. Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled, followed him, entered the Shaolin Temple, walked straight in, turned around two temples, and came to a small courtyard.

The young monk said softly: "This is the abbot's Zen monastery, please come in." ”

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and saluted: "There is labor." ”

The young monk returned the salute, smiled, and retreated lightly, and peace returned to the surroundings.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, curious in his heart, to see this famous Shaolin first person, and also the most powerful person in the martial arts, I don't know what it looks like.

He didn't expect that it would be so easy to see the abbot of Shaolin, according to what he originally thought, he should be busy with affairs, or he would not see people easily because of his identity.

Thinking of this, he was curious and no longer hesitated.

He stepped into the small courtyard, and his eyes swept over it.

There is only a small bamboo forest in the courtyard, and there is nothing left, no rockery, no small pavilion, no tables and chairs, just a small bamboo forest.

A gust of wind blows, and the green bamboo flutters with the wind, and it sounds louder, which is even more quiet.

Xiao Yuesheng stood in the center of the courtyard, clasped his fists and saluted, and slowly spit out: "After the end of school, enter Xiao Guanlan and meet Master Xuanci!"

His internal strength is not deep, but he is better than purity, and his voice is like a filament, condensed but not dispersed, and floated into the house.

"Lord Xiao Shi, please come in!" came a solemn voice.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, he really deserved to be the abbot of Shaolin, his internal force was extremely deep, this sentence was mellow and peaceful, but it contained extremely strong internal force.

He pushed open the door and stepped in, but it was a simple room, and in the middle of the Buddha statue sat on the futon sitting an old monk, with white eyebrows, ruddy complexion, a pair of peaceful eyes, and a solemn color between the eyebrows.

Xiao Yuesheng entered the house and saluted: "I've seen Master Xuanci!"

"Lord Xiao, please sit down. Master Xuanci stretched out his hand and said slowly, not slow, not in a hurry, calmly, and with a peaceful atmosphere.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, sat on a yellow futon, and looked up at Master Xuan Ci, the two looked at each other and looked away slightly.

A little novice brought the tea cup, Xiao Yuesheng took it, took a sip, and after being slightly bitter, his mouth was full of fragrance, and he couldn't help but nod his head and praise secretly.

Master Xuanci put down the teacup and looked up at Xiao Yuesheng: "The donor is here to find Senior Brother Xuanbei, do you want to join Senior Brother Xuanbei?"

Xiao Yuesheng also put down the teacup, shook his head and smiled: "That is the intention of the family teacher, but it is not my original intention." ”

Master Xuan Ci smiled slightly, and asked in a harmonious voice, "I don't know what Lord Xiao intended?"

Xiao Yuesheng didn't care, took a sip of the teacup, and smiled slightly: "The lower meridians are naturally small, and I came to Shaolin to ask for advice on how to strengthen the meridians." ”

"The meridians are small?" Master Xuanci was stunned, lowered his head and thought about it, and said: "This is not uncommon, most people in the world are like this, my Shaolin martial arts have such effects, strengthen the meridians, strengthen the body and strengthen the marrow." ”

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said, "I also know the ordinary method, but I want to find a method that has achieved remarkable results. ”

Master Xuan Ci nodded suddenly, but smiled silently.

Xiao Yuesheng saw him like this, but he didn't let it go, and said with a smile: "I have heard that the I Ching tendons in your temple were created after the Bodhidharma Patriarch came to the west, and the power is magnificent, and the change of scriptures and bones is the most special." ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Xuanci pronounced a Buddha name.

Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile: "This Yijin Sutra is the treasure of your temple, I want to borrow the scripture to take a look, but the master is afraid that he will not agree." ”

"Amitabha Buddha......" Master Xuan Ci smiled slightly and nodded.

Xiao Yuesheng pondered for a moment and said, "That's it, master, I'm not a Shaolin disciple, and I can't practice the Yijin Sutra, but if I can read the scriptures and comfort my wishes, can the master be gracious?"

Master Xuanci sighed and said: "The Yijin Sutra is the martial arts of the town school of our temple, and I ask the donor to forgive me!"

Xiao Yuesheng frowned and smiled: "Even if you can't cultivate, if you take a look, the master won't allow it?"

Master Xuanci sighed, with a look of compassion on his face, and shook his head: "Although the poor monk is the abbot, the temple has its own precepts, and I am not allowed to act rashly. ”

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, and said lightly: "In this way, it is in vain, and you will be disappointed?"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Xuanci announced another Buddha name, and the treasure was solemn.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, stood up, and hugged his fists: "Excuse me, I said that Shaolin martial arts are broad and profound, and I want to see a thing or two, I don't know if it's okay?"

Master Xuanci smiled kindly and said, "The martial arts of our sect are only used to strengthen the body and support the Dharma, not to fight ......fiercely."

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, shook his head, and suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of him, violently opened, and turned into a rain of light, enveloping Master Xuanci.

He was smiling, but he was extremely angry in his heart, this old monk was simply an old fritter, not revealing a drop of water, where is a high monk.

Disappointed in his heart, he was impatient, he did it if he wanted to, he directly drew his sword and made a move, forcing Monk Xuanci to make a move, which was regarded as a breath of relief.

Monk Xuanci flicked his long sleeves and greeted the sword light.

Xiao Yuesheng only felt a huge force coming from the sword, and the long sword seemed to be caught in a turbulent torrent, unable to hold itself, and almost flew away.

His wrist trembled, the sword body shook, and the internal force of several acupoints surged out at the same time, surging to his wrist one after another, wave after wave, transmitted to the sword, subtracting this huge force.

Then the long sword was sent, and with a "snort", it seemed to pierce the air and stabbed directly into Master Xuanci's chest, like a meteor crossing the sky, and the speed was extremely fast.

Master Xuanci floated under his feet, smoothed out three feet, avoided the long sword, put his hands together, and pronounced a long Buddha name: "Amitabha Buddha...... Donor, stay!"

Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, held the Qingfeng sword, looked at him, and said with a faint smile: "The master is so handsome!"

"Master Xiao is good at swordsmanship," Master Xuanci looked calm, did not see anger, looked at him deeply, and said: "The donor has a relationship with the poverty of our temple, why did he act rashly?"

Xiao Yuesheng laughed: "The family teacher and Master Xuanbei have an old relationship, I'm sorry, but I can't climb high, so I'm leaving!"

After that, he hugged his fists and smiled, and withdrew abruptly, as if his feet did not touch the ground, silently, and extremely fast, and left the Shaolin Temple directly.

If Master Xuanbei is here, maybe with Zuo Zimu's relationship, he can give it a try and borrow the Yijin Sutra, but now that Master Xuanbei is not here, just a letter will not work.

When he first came to Shaolin, he took out the thick black technique of fighting in the shopping mall, wronged himself, and sought Shaolin martial arts.

But he also understands that sometimes being cheeky doesn't work, and even if he gives up his face and kneels on the ground and pleads, it still won't help.

Rather than this, it is better to be a little single, simply dispel this thought, or find another way, according to your previous understanding, open up the acupoints, and create a method of exercising the meridians.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly ambitious, looked up to the sky and laughed, galloped under his feet like the wind, and hurried to Yunnan.

Performing Ling Bo micro-step, is the method of exercising the meridians, he traveled all the way, the meridians have been hot and swollen, until the time he ran to Yunnan, the meridians have strengthened a lot.

He was powerful, observed subtlety, carefully probed the meridians, and found that this one back and forth, the meridians were actually strengthened by two times, far from being comparable to the original.

He laughed, using this method of running to strengthen the meridians, but it was not useless, nor was it as slow as he thought.

Moreover, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, when he was running, several meridians of the internal force flowed, he had already remembered clearly, usually, even if he did not run, as long as the internal force of these meridians was driven, it would be like running, and it could also achieve the effect of enhancing the meridians.

His own Yuan Shen is powerful, he can multitask, divide a part of his mind, constantly urge the true qi in these meridians, and enhance the meridians all the time, and the effect must be extremely great.

He couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh, even if he didn't have the Yi Jin Jing, but he couldn't stop his way forward, he clenched his fist, his expression was proud, and his self-confidence increased greatly.

Thinking of it, he directly found a forest, sat cross-legged on the fork of a tree, and began to develop this set of mental methods.

As the moon turned and he was concentrating, time passed very quickly, and when he fell from the fork of the tree, he looked at the sky, and it was already early morning.

He looked at his wet clothes and knew that they were wet with dew, and this contemplation turned out to be a day that had passed, and it was surprisingly fast.

Turning his head and looking around, it was empty and desolate, and I didn't know where this place was or how far it was from Yunnan.

He opened his baggage, took out some dry food to eat, and then continued on the road, first slowly, slowly under his feet, for fear of affecting the flow of blood and qi and hindering digestion.

After a quarter of an hour, the stomach had been digested and there was no need to supply blood, and the other party began to perform Ling Bo micro-steps, galloping.

The mental method he created, known as the magic method, is not only to enhance the meridians, but also to improve the speed of the effect, the internal force of several meridians in the legs runs extremely fast, which can not only strengthen the meridians, but also improve the speed of light work, killing two birds with one stone.

At this time, he ran the Divine Technique, and the speed of the Ling Bo Microstep doubled, and people could only see a shadow flashing, and it disappeared in an instant.

His speed at this time was a few points faster than the horse of the girl in black, the speed was too fast, and he could hardly see the objects in front of him clearly with the naked eye, if it weren't for Xiao Yuesheng's strong Yuan Shen and his thinking far beyond ordinary people, he would have been unable to react a long time ago.

As he walked quickly, he occasionally laughed out loud, and his heart was happy.

This trip to Shaolin, although I didn't see the Yi Jin Sutra, it was a pity, but I was also relieved, if I really saw the Yi Jin Sutra, the martial arts increased greatly, but I was in the way, I owed Shaolin favors, the debt was the heaviest, I was uncomfortable, and I was hindered in the cultivation.

But now, it doesn't have to be like this, there is a way to enhance the meridians, and there is no debt to Shaolin, which is really happy!

In the evening, at the beginning of twilight, he passed by a small town and stopped, wanting to stay for the night and continue his journey to-morrow.

Now that there is a divine practice, it has become a wonderful thing to hurry, he likes it very much, but he is no longer in a hurry, and one is enough to ride a horse.

This town has a pleasant climate, neither hot nor cold, and is next to the road leading to the outside in Yunnan, so it is very prosperous, and there are several restaurants.

Xiao Yuesheng found the largest one, went up to the second floor, found a seat near the window and sat down, asked for a jar of the best wine, and slowly tasted the wine while enjoying the night.

Although the wine here is not as good as modern, it is better than mellow and continuous, and the taste is excellent.

Originally, in modern society, he was not an alcoholic, because of socializing, he drank a lot of alcohol, but he had an inexplicable aversion to wine.

But when he came to this world, at the beginning, he borrowed wine to drown his sorrows, trying to find a feeling that seemed real and illusory, and after drinking for a while, he liked it.

After drinking two bowls, the blood began to float, so he stopped, no longer in a hurry to drink, but put it down for a while, and when the blood no longer floated, he began to drink again.

He probed into the subtleties and deeply understood that if the blood and qi fluctuated, it was harmful to the body and could no longer be drunk.

Suddenly, his ears pricked up, and he heard the words Infinite Sword.

When I turned around, there were two people on a table, one was old and beardless, with a smooth jaw, a clear appearance, and a bit of fairy bones, and the other was a middle-aged man, very elegant, like a scholar, neither of them looked like people in the martial arts.

Xiao Yuesheng got up, carried a jar of wine, sat down at the table of the two, hugged his fists and smiled, and said, "Under the surname Xiao, I heard the two seniors talk about the Infinite Sword, isn't it?"

The two looked up at Xiao Yuesheng, his temperament was warm, like a spring breeze, he really didn't look like a bad guy, but it made people feel good.

The old man clasped his fists and saluted, nodded and said, "Exactly, isn't the young man Mo related to the Infinite Sword Sect?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Yes, I am a disciple of the Infinite Sword." ”

"Are you a disciple of the Infinite Sword?!" the old man asked in surprise, glancing at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of pity.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, feeling that it was not good.

"Alas...... , Xiao Shaoxia's Day mourns. The old man shook his head and sighed, his eyes dodging, not wanting to touch Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, pondered for a while, and still couldn't think of it, Sikong Xuan had already been solved by himself, and he was also poisoned by Xiao Mink, even if the poison was solved, his vitality would be greatly damaged, and he couldn't move his hands, so he naturally wouldn't be entangled anymore.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Why don't you tell your seniors directly?...... Thank you very much for it!"

"Alas......" The old man shook his head and sighed, looking at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and sighed: "Xiao Shaoxia, let's talk about it!"

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at him, Sven was reasonable, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and ask Mr. to speak, listen to me!"

The middle-aged man looked at his face and sighed: "It's not good news, Xiao Shaoxia is prepared!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Yes, I have a hunch, sir, but it doesn't matter!"

"Okay!" The middle-aged man sighed and said with a wry smile: "As far as I've heard, it seems that the Immeasurable Sect has been ...... The pie was destroyed. ”

"What? extinguished...... faction?!" Xiao Yuesheng was taken aback, then laughed, shook his head, and smiled disapprerovingly: "Impossible, there are organs in the Sword Lake Palace, how can it be destroyed by someone?!"

"It seems to have been destroyed by the Shennong Gang. After the middle-aged man finished saying this, he didn't say another word and looked at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng was stunned, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at the two of them, they didn't look like they were lying.

It's just that this matter is a bit ridiculous, it's hard for him to believe it, looking at Zuo Zimu's confident appearance, the organs in the palace should be very powerful, and the Shennong Gang can't invade at all, even if they do, they can't show their fists, I'm afraid they will be caught soon.

He thought for a while, puzzled, but he believed, his mind was sharp, and he could clearly distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still any longer, threw down a small piece of silver, and shouted, "Little Er, settle the bill!"

After that, he turned around and hugged his fist at the old man and the middle-aged man, smiled, turned around and left, without dragging his feet.

Out of the town, he ignored the darkness of the night, and cast a magic trick, like a gust of wind blowing, extremely fast.

At noon the next day, he rushed to the Jianhu Palace, and as soon as he climbed the hill, he felt that it was not good, but he saw that the surrounding branches and leaves were broken everywhere, and the scene was unwilling, and there were pieces of red scattered everywhere, obviously stained with blood.

Standing here, he could clearly sense how tragic this battle was, there must have been a lot of deaths, as if there were ghosts floating around.

At this time, he was already faintly clear that the two of them were right, the Sword Lake Palace really seemed to have changed its master, and it was no longer the land of immeasurable swords.

"Hey, boy, who are you?!" At this time, two young men walked out of the door, with strong bodies and swords at their waists, and asked Xiao Yuesheng with a grin.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned: "Who are you, aren't you from the Infinite Sword Sect here?"

"Hehe, are you looking for someone from the Infinite Sword Sect?" a young man asked with a smile, smiled at his companion, and pressed his long sword on his hand: "What are you looking for them?"

"Are you from the Shennong Gang?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly.

"Yo, the kid knows a lot!" the young man smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are from the Shennong Gang!"

As he spoke, there was a sudden sound of footsteps inside, as if a group of people were rushing over.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, knowing that these two people must have sent a signal and secretly notified, so they delayed their words.

(To be continued)