By now, he could guess who the person on the other side was.
Xiao Yuanshan!
An example of the Murong family's boxing and kicking kung fu focuses on skills, stressing the use of skill to break through force, such as lifting a thousand catties with four ounces, shifting stars, and joining the fingers. For example, Murong Bo's martial arts is far superior to Xuan Bei, but he uses the same large Skanda pestle.
On the contrary, he was no match for Xuan Bei, and the fierceness of that palm just now was no longer comparable to Zheluoxing's previous Great Vajra Fist.
The second point is the most important. Just in case, when Murong Fu entered the Sutra Pavilion, his internal force activated Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and he was always ready to go. The Murong family's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was not like that.
It takes a long time to put on a posture, but basically it can be used at any time. Just now Murong Fu used the stars to remove part of his strength. If it were Murong Bo, he should be thinking about how to let himself go now.
Instead of still being full of murderous intent towards yourself!
He clearly felt that the other party's cold murderous intent had never dissipated. After he gave out his false name, the murderous intent became even stronger.
The Huozhezi had been extinguished during the fight just now, and I don't know where it fell. It was already the middle of the night, the fourth watch, and it was the darkest time of the day. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I could not see my fingers.
Deep internal strength can indeed greatly enhance a person's five senses, but it cannot allow people to see in the dark.
His heart was beating very fast. He didn't know whether Xiao Yuanshan had the intention of killing him or whether he just let him go because he saw that he was difficult to deal with. It was dark now, and he couldn't figure out the location of his opponent. Murong Fu didn't believe that the other party would just let him go.
, so he circulated Beiming Qi to the extreme, kept his body as low as possible, and moved towards the stairs step by step.
When he arrived at the stairs, the sudden sense of crisis made Murong Fu wary. He struck out with a palm that he had prepared for a long time against the strong wind in front of him. With a "peng" sound, the fists and palms met, and Murong Fu took three steps back to remove it.
The force caused the wooden stairs to shake. It turned out that this dark figure had been hiding at the entrance of the stairs, waiting for Murong Fu to sneak attack when he passed by.
Murong Fu felt angry: Xiao Yuanshan, after all, you were a good man in the past, why are you using such sneak attack methods now!
When he was angry, he had no strength left in his hands. The two of them were only three feet apart at that time, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword could not work, so he used a set of swift and flowing palms to defend instead of attack, regardless of what was on the other side.
Lu Shu. This operation of killing the old master with a series of punches really worked. Xiao Yuanshan was overwhelmed, and Murong Fu slapped his lower ribs, and he immediately let out a muffled groan.
"Master, you and I have no grudges, why are you so aggressive? How about we each take a step back?"
Murong Fu succeeded with one blow, but he did not attack, but pointed his toes, opened a distance of two feet, and readied the two sword energy in his right hand.
"Everyone take a step back? How come no one took a step back in the first place!" Xiao Yuanshan's angry voice came from the darkness.
It turned out that Xiao Yuanshan arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion tonight before Murong Fu. He hadn't been browsing for long when he heard subtle footsteps and immediately hid his figure. He originally only thought that the other party was a junior monk who came to take a peek behind his master's back, but
Seeing that the opponent's breath was long and his steps were vigorous, he was obviously a rare master. Naturally, he suspected that Shaolin had discovered him lurking in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, and Shaolin sent out masters to investigate. He simply walked to the dark side to strike first.
Then, a strong punch hit Murong Fu's face, and Murong Fu directly met him with two sword energy.
Hearing the sudden sound of breaking wind, Xiao Yuanshan was secretly frightened, knowing that he could not forcefully attack, so he quickly withdrew his fist and turned around to dodge. Hearing the whistling of sword energy in his ears, Xiao Yuanshan broke into a cold sweat: What kind of kung fu is so powerful?
He originally thought that the other party was just using powerful fingering moves. If he missed a hit, he would definitely need to withdraw his strength. However, he did not expect that the other party's attacks seemed to be continuous. In the dark, he could not see how the other party used his moves. He just heard the constant wind in his ears, forcing him to
He even resorted to such disgraceful tricks as "lazy donkey rolling", but he was still unable to deal with it, and even suffered several wounds from the sharp sword energy.
"Sword energy? Six-meridian divine sword!"
When this thought flashed through his mind, Xiao Yuanshan was shocked and said quickly: "Wait a minute!"
Unexpectedly, not only did the opponent not stop, but his attack became even more fierce, which made him very angry.
Murong Fu thought to himself: I will stop if you tell me to stop? Then you said before that you would let me go!
Just when Murong Fu was concentrating on using his sword energy to suppress his opponent, two "chichi" sounds came from the direction of Xiao Yuanshan. Murong Fu secretly thought that it was not good and hurriedly removed his sword energy palm to block. It turned out that Xiao Yuanshan saw Murong Fu's fierce offensive and simply
He was about to exchange his wounds for injuries, so he simply stopped hiding and hit Murong Fu with two "Fingerless Tribulation Fingers". Murong Fu was not happy to hit like this. Fortunately, the sword energy was sent and received smoothly, and it only took an instant from withdrawing the sword to holding it in the air.
The force of his fingers hit his palms for only an instant, but was bounced back by Murong Fu using the magic of star-shifting. Naturally, Xiao Yuanshan was no longer where he was. Two big holes were punched out in the two thick pillars, and wood chips were scattered everywhere.
Xiao Yuanshan succeeded with one attack, but did not rush to attack. He distanced himself and hid behind a huge bookshelf from a distance: "If I had taken advantage of you just now to attack me while you were recovering your energy, I'm afraid you would have been seriously injured by someone. Your magical skills
I admire you very much, how about we just let it go and go our separate ways?"
Murong Fu snorted coldly: "You just turned a deaf ear to your suggestion like this just now? Now you are saying this? How can you believe it?"
He didn't insist on a life-or-death fight with Xiao Yuanshan. He didn't care what Murong Bo had done. He just wanted to read a book and let Xiao Yuanshan sneak attack twice in the dark. How could he believe what the other party said?
Xiao Yuanshan's master was a very great Han Chinese from the Southern Dynasties. In the past, he also told him the magic of the Duan Family's Six Meridians Divine Sword in Dali, so he could recognize the Kung Fu used by Murong Fu. But he really didn't know how to deal with the changes in the stars.
When he recognized it, he only thought that the other party had mastered the skill of using force to strike, and for the two rebounded Wuxiang Jie Fingers, he also thought that the opponent's finger strength was just a matter of skill.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Over the years, he has been in and out of the Sutra Pavilion, and all he has seen is another gray-clothed monk. The two of them went their own way, occasionally showing off their martial arts, and they were in peace. Tonight he comes
When he arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he met Murong Fu. He thought that Shaolin had noticed his whereabouts and sent people to investigate secretly. With a guilty conscience, he launched an attack on him.
In fact, he didn't even think about it. If Shaolin really sent someone to investigate, then if this person disappeared mysteriously, wouldn't that mean something happened in the Sutra Pavilion?
Now, he was sure that the other party was not from Shaolin, and he secretly regretted it. But he was also full of doubts: "How did the masters of the Duan family of Dali come to Shaolin Temple?"
Xiao Yuanshan said in a deep voice: "Since there is a misunderstanding, it will not be good for both parties to continue to waste it. Why don't we both take a step back? What do you think?"
Murong Fu thought for a while and said: "Okay, but you have been violent and hurtful before. How can I trust you now? If you are sincere, please leave through the window now? How about you leave again?"
In fact, he was anxious and continued to drag on. If someone found out that he was not in the room, it would be impossible to tell. But he didn't want to be attacked by Xiao Yuanshan again, so he asked Xiao Yuanshan to jump out of the window. Because if he took the stairs,
If you do this, you can't guarantee that the other party's evil intentions will not die, and they will attack again. If you let the other party jump out of the window, you can ensure your safety.
Xiao Yuanshan was angry in his heart. This kind of behavior was almost unreasonable. After all, if the other party suddenly attacked while he was jumping out of the window, it would be difficult for him to avoid it. If the other party made such a request, wasn't it a disguised form of asking him to surrender?
So he choked and said: "In this case, how can you guarantee that you will not take action against me?"
Murong Fu said: "Your Excellency just made a sneak attack, but now you are afraid that I will do the same thing again? In that case, why don't we just wait here until dawn, and we can talk about it after the Shaolin monk comes?"
Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth. The other party had indeed guessed his sore spot. The secret he had hidden in Shaolin must not be discovered, otherwise he would be in vain.
"Okay, I'll follow what you said! But if you try again, Dali will be an enemy that will never stop fighting!"
Murong Fu was dumbfounded. However, he had no intention of making a move, so there was nothing wrong with accepting the situation, so he responded: "Okay, it's settled, please go ahead!"
Xiao Yuanshan hesitated for a moment, then slowly touched the window, pushed open the window suddenly, jumped out, like a big eagle landing on the ground, and then disappeared from the back hill with a few taps of his toes.
Murong Fu let out a long breath.
Finally, this man was sent away.
Fortunately, the other party did not discover the Murong family's secret knowledge. It seems that Murong Bo did not come in person during the battle of Yanmen Pass. Otherwise, today would have been a fight to the death.
But from the tone of the other party, it seems that he thinks he is a master of Dali?
Forget it, let's go first.
Murong Fu did not dare to jump out of the window, but slowly went down the stairs, walked out of the door, and closed the lock. Although Shaolin must have known that someone had come due to this commotion, he could not find his head.
Go ahead.
Returning to the room, Murong Fu quickly closed the door, changed back into his original brocade robe, hid his night clothes tightly, and slept until dawn.
In the morning, Murong Fu was awakened by a knock on the door: "Master, Master, get up quickly, something happened!"
Murong Fu turned over and got up. After opening the door, he saw Bao BuTong and Bao BuTong standing outside the door. He deliberately frowned: "Why are you so panicked?"
Bao BuTong said in a deep voice: "This morning, Shaolin gathered its disciples. It seems that someone broke into the temple last night."
Murong Fu thought to himself: That's not true, that person is standing in front of you now!
Murong Fu was surprised and said: "Is this happening? Do Master Ben Guan and the others know about it?"
Bao BuTong replied: "Master Ben Guan and others are discussing matters with Abbot Xuanci and others in the front hall. Brother Deng is also here. Young Master, come with me and have a look!"
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When Murong Fu arrived at the front hall, he saw that it was indeed full of people.
Ben Guan, Xuan Ci and Deng Baichuan were sitting on the futon. When they saw Murong Fu coming, Deng Baichuan quickly stood up and asked Murong Fu to sit down. Two different people stood behind Murong Fu except for Xuan Zi.
Yes, the rest of the Hui generation and the Xu generation stood respectfully behind their respective elders, with their hands lowered.
Xuanci spoke in a heavy tone: "The poor supervision of our temple last night allowed thieves to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion, which disturbed all the distinguished guests who came from afar. I am extremely sorry and am here to apologize to all of you."
Such a thing happened when Murong Fu and others first arrived. At this time, their situation was very embarrassing. However, Xuanci calmly brushed the matter off and put the blame on Shaolin. This experienced master
Everyone secretly admired him: He is worthy of being the head of a famous sect like Shaolin, and his speaking skills are very high.
Ben Guan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it's us who have caused trouble for your temple. I wonder if senior brother can tell you the specific situation?"
Xuanci stood up and gave a salute, telling everyone what happened in the Sutra Pavilion last night.
This view asked: "Have any important items been lost in your temple?"
Xuanci shook his head: "What's strange is that here, the scriptures in the pavilion were only slightly touched, and two holes were punched through the two pillars on the second floor. Other than that, there is nothing else."
Ben Guan frowned and said, "Could it be that some thieves were fighting in the pavilion and broke the beams?"
Xuanci said: "It's very possible that only very small traces were left at the scene. The thief's martial arts are obviously very high. He was able to move around among the many bookshelves. It's really not easy for him to fight without touching other objects."
Xuanci sighed softly: "First, monks from India attacked the village of Murong's benefactor, and now my Shaolin Sutra Pavilion was attacked again. In addition, as my senior brother said yesterday, the Tubo master made trouble in Dali twice. In my opinion, this martial arts world
I'm afraid it's going to cause trouble again." There was a lot of worry in his words.
Murong Fu said: "With Master Xuanci and all the martial arts seniors leading the way, let it be as dark as the wind and rain, and the clouds will clear and the fog will clear." Everyone agreed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone discussed it, and in the end it was just that Shaolin arranged for several groups of monks to take turns watching the night in the Sutra Pavilion. The discussion could not come up with any reason.
"Master, what do you think about this matter?" Deng Baichuan asked in a deep voice outside the hall.
Without waiting for Murong Fu's answer, Feng Po said in vain: "I see, it's just two junior disciples of Shaolin who were obsessed with martial arts and sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion at night. As a result, a flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. They were in vain.
We had a fight with one of our own. Master, do you think so?"
Although everyone found it funny, they could not rule out this possibility. After all, this kind of thing happened in every sect, and Shaolin, as the largest martial arts sect, was not immune to this.
Feng Bo evil said: "I think, instead of discussing these irrelevant things, it would be better to have a fight with some Shaolin master to stretch his muscles."
Deng Baichuan frowned: "Fourth brother, what did you say before going up the mountain? Don't cause trouble, now..."
Feng Bo said hurriedly: "I just said that, and I didn't really mean it. Besides, what we said before was that we wouldn't find anyone to practice martial arts with before entering the mountain gate. We didn't say what happened after entering the mountain gate."
Deng Baichuan said angrily: "You are using strong words to make sense! How can this be unreasonable!"
Feng Bo evil laughed and ran away without noticing the person in front of him.
Just hearing the sound of "Ouch", a person was knocked down by the storm.
Feng Bo was stunned and hurried to help the man. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, the man on the ground jumped up and apologized in succession: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the young monk didn't look at the road and bumped into the donor."
Everyone burst into laughter. It was clear that Feng Bo had accidentally hit someone, but that person acted as if he had made a huge mistake.
Everyone took a closer look, and in front of them was a young monk who looked about twenty-three or four years old, wearing a gray monk's robe with the word "Xi". There were hundreds of such young monks in Shaolin Temple, and no one took them seriously. This surprised everyone.
What is most striking is the appearance of this young monk: a pair of wind-catching ears, two large nostrils, two eyebrows that look like paintbrushes, and most importantly, a cyan birthmark that directly blocks half of the right face from forehead to cheekbone.