The night and moon are quiet, and Xianwu is sitting alone on the balcony of the Sutra Pavilion. The night wind is blowing slowly, and the moonlight is falling like water. His face is serene and peaceful. He puts his hands under his abdomen, with four fingers touching each other, thumbs touching, and the tiger's mouth open.
A circle.
He has already reached the peak of the sixth level of Yi Jin Jing. As long as he goes one step further and enters the seventh level, he will surpass Abbot Xuanci in terms of skill and become a true master among masters.
call out
A slight sound of robe sleeves breaking through the air came from afar, followed immediately by a slight sound of falling to the ground. This man's speed and martial arts skills were definitely among the best in the world.
This sound was no stranger to Xuanwu. It was Murong Bo, one of the two people who often came to steal scriptures. Since the sweeping monk himself ignored the behavior of these two people, Xuanwu did not want to provoke these two masters of the world.
, so I pretended not to know about it for several years.
And at this time, he was at the critical moment of breaking through the sixth level and entering the seventh level, so it was even more impossible to ignore him. Why did he come tonight? Xu Wu thought to himself that the arrival of these two people was regular.
It was precisely because he had calculated that neither of them would come today that he practiced here.
As soon as Murong Bo, who was dressed in gray robe, entered the Scripture Collection Pavilion, he went straight to a bookshelf on the second floor and secretly stuffed a book in his hand back.
After stuffing it, his eyes wandered, and after scanning the bookshelf a few times, he took out a martial arts secret book from it. After flipping through it a few times, he suddenly felt secretly happy, covered the book and put it in his arms.
He turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly glanced at Xuxu, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance. At this moment, Xuxu was facing him, but his eyes were closed and he was motionless.
Murong Bo was immediately shocked. He had been here to steal scriptures for decades, thinking that he was unaware and had never been discovered. But at this moment, a young monk appeared here.
He didn't know if this was a coincidence, but Murong Bo didn't believe in coincidences. Even if it was a coincidence, he had to be careful. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and a murderous intention was brewing in his heart.
Xu Wu was originally practicing the Yi Jin Jing, but after hearing the voice of Murong Bo coming, he began to slowly stop the running Qi, like a river flowing back, slowly returning to his Dantian.
After retracting his inner strength, he adjusted his breath a few more times to suppress the surge of energy and blood caused by his temporary stop. Then he remained motionless, quietly waiting for Murong Bo to leave.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable and obscure Qi coming toward him. He had never experienced the world before, so he didn't know that this murderous aura was present, but he also knew that it was not a good thing.
Immediately, he felt a sensation in his heart, and whoosh, a slight sound of air vibration sounded in the air. He immediately knew that this was the sound of three-dimensional strength breaking through the air, and it was a finger skill similar to the Yang Finger.
However, the power of this finger came extremely fast. Although he was prepared for it, he still didn't have time to dodge. At that moment, the zhenqi in his whole body was circulating, spreading all over his body, and the skin on his body suddenly became hard, especially on his chest.
A large area of the area was faintly glowing with a faint golden light.
puff
This move of Murong Bo's joined fingers directly hit Xuxu's chest, leaving a small black and scorched hole on his clothes. He sucked in Xuxu's sharp breath, followed by a low shout, and his whole body
With a shock, a strong force was shaken out of his body. With a click, a wooden board in the Sutra Pavilion was shattered into pieces by the force.
Xianwu opened his eyes suddenly, stood up from the ground, stared at Murong Bo fiercely, and the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly released.
Huh? Murong Bo let out a soft cry, and surprise flashed across his face. He didn't expect that this young Shaolin monk had such a level of cultivation. He was able to receive a single move from him without any damage. He no longer looked down upon this thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple.
Heart.
He waved his hands, thinking about slapping the scriptures on the bookshelves on both sides. Suddenly, the force surged, and a strong wind blew up, sweeping dozens of scriptures on both sides and smashing them into nothingness.
These dozens of ordinary scriptures, under the coercion of its deep power, suddenly became like iron bricks. Each one has a huge power. Dozens of books fell together overwhelmingly, and there was a moment of nothingness.
Shocked.
Huhu
Wave after wave of gentle force was pushed forward, vast and vast, and the hands of nothingness pushed forward one after another. It was one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the Pushing Mountain Palm. The hands changed, as if pushing a mountain, the power was huge but there was no harm at all.
Blocked all the dozens of books that contained valuable information one by one.
The books fell with a rustling sound, like fallen leaves, falling to the ground. They were all unscathed and not damaged at all. Seeing that the books on the ground were intact, Xuanwu breathed a long sigh of relief.
call out
Immediately, the sound of breaking through the sky sounded again. Xuanwu suddenly raised his head and looked forward, only to see Murong Bo flying out quickly. Xuanwu had too little experience in fighting the enemy, so he still lowered his head to read the books below at such a juncture. It was hard for him.
Fortunately, Murong Bo had some scruples about the Shaolin Temple and did not dare to attack here again, so he immediately ran away after failing to succeed.
Looking at the gray figure flying rapidly in front of him, Xianwu's eyes were filled with evil energy. He kicked off his feet and jumped out. His body was as light as a swan as he followed.
The two of them ran faster and faster, until they ran out of the Shaolin Temple, and then rushed down the Shaoshi Mountain. The void's internal energy was extremely strong, and it was also very pure. Therefore, even though Murong Bo tried to throw him away several times, he actually
cannot.
He followed behind. Seeing such a situation, he was overjoyed and eager to win. He wanted to see how he compared with Murong Bo, so he pursued even harder and refused to let go.
The two of them ran all the way down Shaoshi Mountain and ran for more than ten miles. Only then did Murong Bo in front slowly slow down and stop.
He turned around and saw that nothingness had stopped, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, his eyes were looking at him with piercing eyes, and he was on guard to prevent himself from sneaking up again.
"I never expected that there really is a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Shaolin Temple, and a little monk can actually have such abilities," Murong Bo said.
"This benefactor, it is already wrong for you to secretly learn martial arts in this temple, but it is even more wrong to attack the monks of this temple secretly," said Xuwu.
"Haha, I just heard that Shaolin martial arts is profound and profound, so I came to borrow it. As for just now, I just wanted to try your martial arts, little monk. How can I really bully the younger ones?", said
He turned back, put his hands behind his back, and raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle to look at the night sky, looking like a master.
Seeing his appearance, Xuwu sneered and said: "The old man is really shameless. Stealing a book can be said to be borrowing a book. Haven't you heard that taking it without asking is considered stealing? As for what you just said
With that finger, the young monk really didn't see the slightest hint of probing. The old gentleman couldn't make a sneak attack but instead said he wanted to try the young monk's martial arts. His thick skin and strong logic are simply unbelievable and unheard of."
After saying that, he laughed loudly, thinking about the surrounding mountains and fields, and the sarcasm and ridicule in it surged towards Murong Bo like water.
Murong Bo was suddenly shocked and angry. Under the curtain, the old face was shocked and angry. What surprised him was that this man was so young and had such profound skills. A long laugh shocked everyone. What made him angry was that
This person has no etiquette for a monk at all.
"The young monk is really sharp and eloquent, but he doesn't look like a monk at all. Are all the monks in Shaolin Temple so cultivated that they only speak foul words?" Murong Bo said with a cold snort.
"Old sir, you are getting more and more confused as you get older. I don't blame you for being so ignorant," he said, sighing and shaking his head. "Have you ever seen people in the government treat those who violate laws and disciplines with good food and wine? Good wine.
The good meat is served to people who will be sent to the guillotine. The old man came to the temple to steal scriptures, which is a big violation of the temple rules, but he still wants the monks to treat him politely. Maybe he has lived too long and is a little impatient.
, want to be sent to the guillotine? It’s a pity that this temple is compassionate and will not do such a cruel thing, Amitabha,” he said with his hands clasped together and a look of compassion on his face.
No matter how well-educated Murong Bo was, he couldn't help but clench his hands at this moment, his face turned blue and white, and he sneered, "The little monk is really sharp-tongued when he speaks."
"No, no, the young monk is just telling the truth. He is just sophistry, but it is not what people in our Buddhist sect should do."
in constant circulation.
咻咻
With two soft sounds, Murong Bo raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger towards the void twice in succession. Two invisible finger forces shot out, and the void's eyes flashed. His right hand was also raised, but it was his thumb and index finger.
He held the three middle fingers together, smiled slightly, and handed it forward.
tsk tsk
Nian Hua pointed his fingers together, and the two powerful forces collided in the air and immediately made two soft sounds. Xianwu suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and he couldn't help but take a step back. He was shocked, knowing that his skill was comparable to this.
The old stuff is even worse.
call
Suddenly a strong wind blew in his face, and Murong Bo struck him with a palm. This move was not one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. The Murong family had the skills of hundreds of schools, so it was not surprising to Niwu.
.
He let out a low roar, struck out with his right fist fiercely, and faced the strong wind, and then struck out the Xuan Kong Fist, Xuan Kong Xuan Kong, Xuan Miao Kong Kong, and the most ever-changing boxing technique.
Although his skill was not as good as Murong Bo's, he relied on the exquisiteness of the Xuan Kong Fist to land this palm. As soon as the two of them got involved, they started fighting in the wilderness at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
But I saw that Murong Bo's martial arts moves were very varied. One moment he would use his palm, another moment he would punch, and another moment he would join his fingers and point in the air. The void was a set of Xuan Kong boxing masters who had mastered it, misty, invisible, and powerful.