The courtyard was in a mess, with broken trees and gravel and fallen leaves everywhere.

The mad monk ran away, carrying a Zen stick, after three knocks.

You can't stop it, you must practice what you say, a crazy monk is a crazy monk.

Of course, the rage is like thunder, there is no mouth to scold, there is anger and anger, there is nowhere to get angry, there is no place to start, and it seems that he is crazy, not to mention it.

The three were relatively silent.

The yellow sparrow had not yet left, and the yellow sparrow was squatting on the eaves, tilting its head, like a stupid bird.

After a while, he sighed: "Bullying more and less, so shameless!"

The three of them were silent and had nothing to say.

The yellow sparrow snorted coldly and flew away.

Half a day.

Fang Yin smiled bitterly: "Second senior brother, what he said is true. Zhou Dao sighed: "If you don't win, you can't be happy." Senior Brother Wu laughed: "Let's bully the little with more, he bullies the small with the big, and if he wins, he cares about the lot!" After a while, Senior Brother Wu sighed: "If you are not good at learning, who is to blame? If Uncle Master is here, discipline him to lose convincingly!"

Zhou Daochang nodded, and took out an object in his sleeve: "Keep it true, put it away." ”

It's the porcelain vase, and there's a smile in it. Fang Yin took it and put it in his arms, and Senior Brother Wu took out something in his sleeve: "I used nine sticks, ha! That wisdom is really good!" It is a flat wooden box, only half a palm size, with organic holes on the edges, and the color is gray and white. This is the six cow hair needles, which are bracketed and melted when they see blood. Fang Yin shook his head and said with a smile: "This senior brother, you stay, if that crazy monk comes to go crazy again, just send it with a needle!"

In fact, if Senior Brother Wu fought with him, he would be able to defeat the enemy with just one stitch. A moment ago, the mad monk was like a mad tiger, with a stitch, his body was only condensed, and in the blink of an eye, he swung his cane and rushed up! One stitch, one stitch, and another stitch, until the nine stitches in his body finally slowed down, and he abandoned the rod and admitted defeat. In fact, Fang Yin didn't win, and Fang Yin didn't have time to draw his sword at all, which is the reason why Zhou and Wu secretly helped each other with laughter and six cow hair needles.

If Fang Yin came to make it, he would not be able to break his body protection qi when he saw the laughter, and the six cow hair needles would have time to send out, and he was afraid that he would not be able to shoot him. In today's battle, the yellow sparrow had already informed him the day before yesterday that the three of them had set a plan to retreat from the enemy together, but they were really helpless. Senior Brother Wu looked at Zhou Daochang, and Zhou Daochang smiled: "How light this needle is, it is fast and sharp, and Uncle Su's handwriting is really extraordinary." Senior Brother Wu nodded and smiled: "It's okay, Senior Brother Fang." ”

It's not that the two of them haven't seen it, but such a subtle and ingenious secret weapon is really rare, and the little things made by the chief of the Su Dao are strange every time they really use it. This is called turning stones into gold, turning decay into magic, seeing laughter does not hurt people, and the little calf hair needle is not poisonous, but since the Taoist priest who is like a waste wood has come down the mountain, he has relied on these two strange little things to be invincible, and he is just as majestic!

The mad monk was defeated, and he was extremely unwilling.

Daoist Fang won, and the victory was extremely disgraceful.

The things made by the chief of the su dao are just like the chief of the su dao himself, which makes people cry and laugh.

I have laughed and sighed.

Clean up until the evening.

The smoke rises, accompanied by the clouds and clouds, and the lanterns are on, and the sunset dances with the birds.

The three of them had dinner and sat in the courtyard chatting.

is talking about internal strength, talking about swordsmanship, and talking about Fang Yin.

Regarding Daoist Fang's internal strength, about the Three Halal Jian and the Void Divine Skill, Daoist Zhou and Senior Brother Wu thought about it again and again, but they were also at a loss. Since they are in conflict with each other, they cannot be fused, and every movement is a chaotic entanglement of two true qis, entering the meridians like a knife and an axe, and the pain is unbearable, scattered around the body like thunder and electric shock, stiff and numb. There is no way, no one can help it, and in the end, the two only came to one conclusion, that is: Maybe Uncle Su will have a way.

Yes, the Su Dao Master is also practicing these two exercises at the same time, and I don't know if he has come up with a way to do it now.

Regarding Daoist Fang's swordsmanship, about Sanqing swordsmanship and Qingping's swordsmanship, don't say that Daoist Zhou and Senior Brother Wu scratched their heads again and again, and Daoist Fang himself also felt very embarrassed. The twelve swords of the Shangqing Dynasty, the twelve swords of the Yuqing Dynasty, the twelve swords of the Taiqing Dynasty, the thirty-six swords of the Sanqing Dynasty and the Taoist priests forgot the twenty-eight styles, and the remaining eight swords were also specious and had no name. On this point, the two senior brothers of Zhou and Wu have surprisingly unanimous opinions, that is: In the thousands of years since the establishment of the Shangqing Dynasty, there is absolutely no one who can compare to the Taoist priests in swordsmanship.

That's because Daoist Fang couldn't shirk it, so he had no choice but to demonstrate a few swords, and the two of them were shocked when they saw it!

So much so that one word was used invariably, which was miserable.

Zhou Daochang said, are you really my disciple taught by Uncle Lu in Shangqing?

Daoist Fang was speechless.

Senior Brother Wu said, I really can't understand, how can Uncle Master let you go down the mountain with such skills as you?

Daoist Fang was speechless.

The two talked and talked, and they had to say more, but Daoist Fang finally spoke, saying, I am too old to live, and I should have been killed by a headbutt.

The two were speechless.

It's just a joke, the two of them are not really laughing at him, Senior Brother Lu wants to help him regain the Sanqing swordsmanship right now, and Zhou Daochang wants to pass on a few sets of Shangqing swordsmanship to him. It's all good intentions, Fang Yin knows it, it's not good to laugh, it's not good to be funny, it's only for a while to trick yourself with those little tricks, and only by learning real kung fu is the foundation of survival. Fang Yin can learn, Fang Yin must learn, the flame of the dream of becoming a chivalrous hero has never been extinguished in Fang Yin's heart, once he learned the peerless swordsmanship-

When it comes to peerless swordsmanship, when talking about Qingping's sword technique.

When it came to Qingping's sword technique, the three of them were truly speechless.

Qingping's sword trick was in Daoist Fang's arms, and Daoist Fang also took it out to show the two of them, who knew that the two senior brothers would not even look at it. Just because, I've seen it for a long time. It is said that it is a sword book, but it does not record the sword technique, it is the sword intent, and what does it mean? An article is endowed with wind, an ugly fish, a page of blank paper, and a duck egg. Like Daoist Fang, the two of them couldn't figure it out at all after reading it, and the most impressive thing was only the word at the end: guess.

It has been passed down for thousands of years, and no one has comprehended the essence of the gods to get its true meaning, but some guesses!

Regarding Qingping's sword technique, the opinions of the two are also very unanimous, and they can't ask for it, so it's better to give up.

After all, it was passed down by the patriarch, and it was said with respect, and it was really hard to say that it was to stop daydreaming and delay the effort.

But Daoist Fang still has something to say, Daoist Fang has extraordinary understanding and is a genius. Daoist Fang said that swordsmanship is divided into four styles, not four sword moves, but four kinds of sword intent, one for one to four pages, and one for each of five, six and seven pages. Fang Taoist said that I don't know the last three forms, the first type is called the Fu of the Wind, which is actually a chant of all things in heaven and earth, only to understand the word "movement", it can be achieved. Daoist Fang also said that this sword book is not about swordsmanship, but about life!

The two were dumbfounded, truly shocked!

Of course, the above words were said by the chief of the Su Dao, and Daoist Fang just repeated it, Daoist Fang was not a genius, which Daoist Fang himself admitted. Su Dao Chang also said that if you want to understand this sword book, you must go out and take a look, see the world, and see its innumerable ingenuity and magnificence.

The two nodded, convinced.

And the three of them spoke many things that night, and the words they could not finish were as they had been in the previous days.

Just remember, there is a little.

It was an admonition, when he went down the mountain, Mu Zhangjiao said it, Lu Daochang said it, and the two senior brothers in Jiangzhou City mentioned it many times.

Fang Yin is dangerous.

What cannot be forgotten is ink practice.

Lao Xue didn't disappear for no reason, there is also the king of killers behind the killer, the lord of the thirty-three killers of the True Dragon Sect -

No blame!

Mo Lian has been dormant for a long time, and he has long harbored bloodthirsty desires.