Chapter 161 Dugu Nine Swords (seven thousand chapters)
After walking around the wooden house, Yang Ming estimated that the person who lived in seclusion here had finally left.
Because even the place of residence looks like it has been idle for a year or two, it is naturally impossible for anyone to live there.
Because there are beds in both wooden houses, and the beds are large enough to sleep two people, Yang Ming estimates that there should be at least two people living in this valley before, and if more, four people.
There are alchemy recipes in the alchemy room and Bodhisattva snakes in the valley. Yang Ming feels that the person living here must be a Taoist master who is proficient in medicine and martial arts, with unfathomable skills, and may be a senior in his sect.
After wandering around for a long time, Yang Ming remembered the battle situation between his master and the Tsing Yi people in the Jueqing Valley.
After wandering around among the trees, he finally returned to the valley. Yang Ming was at a loss and wondered whether he had encountered ghosts and gods, or maybe this valley was a secret realm where gods lived.
Yang Ming gave up when he felt tired. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get out for a while, he went back to the hillside where the wooden house was to rest. When he was hungry, he hunted and barbecued, and when he felt sleepy, he rested in the wooden house.
For several days, I kept wandering around the valley, trying to find a way out of the valley.
In the past few days, Yang Ming ate all the chickens, ducks, geese, and sheep in the valley. He even killed a Bodhisattva snake and ate the meat. He also took snake gall. Sure enough, he felt that the snake gall strengthened his strength and strengthened his inner breath. effect.
On this day, Yang Ming took another piece of snake gall and practiced the "Puppet Magic" for two hours, and then continued to search and explore in the valley with a long sword.
Unknowingly, Yang Ming walked to a stone cave. From a distance, he saw that the weeds at the entrance of the stone cave were already knee-high. It was obvious that there was no living thing inside.
Yang Ming carefully cleared the weeds with his sword, fearing that a Bodhisattva snake would emerge from the grass and give him a bite. It took him half an hour to reach the entrance of the cave.
After walking in, I blinked my eyes and became familiar with the dim light inside the cave. After walking a few steps, I saw the end of the cave, which was about ten feet away.
There is nothing in this cave except a stone table and a stone chair. There is only a stone mound made of random rocks, and the stone walls are covered with moss.
Yang Ming thought to himself: This secret realm is where my senior masters of the Quanzhen Sect live in seclusion and practice. This stone mound looks like it was man-made. Could it be that there are magic weapons and treasures stored by the senior masters in it?
Yang Ming didn't know what the stone mound was, but he thought that since this was where the senior masters lived, there was probably some treasure buried in the stone mound. He couldn't get out, so he had to look around to see if there was anything going on.
After making up his mind, Yang Ming ran over to carry the stones.
After an hour, Yang Ming lifted a big stone, turned around and saw a skull exposed among the rubble, with a faint skeleton visible under the head.
Yang Ming screamed in fright, took a step back, and thought: Could it be that this is a tomb for burying dead people? These bones are the predecessors who lived here? But it took more than ten years to turn into such bones, right? They shouldn't be the people in the wooden house... …
Confused, Yang Ming knelt down to take a closer look. Sure enough, he saw that the bones were dry, and it was obvious that many years had passed.
Yang Ming saw that underneath the white bones was a stone slab, and the stones that buried the bones were actually piled on top of the stone slab.
On the exposed bluestone next to the skull, you can vaguely see the words carved by hand with a sharp tool.
"Zi Chou's friend Tatsumi..."
These words were revealed on the exposed stone slab, and Yang Ming was very curious because he couldn't understand them at all.
But the more he didn't understand, the more curious Yang Ming became, so he knelt down and kowtowed: "I didn't know the truth just now, so I destroyed my senior's tomb and offended my senior's body. I hope that my senior will forgive me. But my senior was buried in the valley, so it must be the same."
Senior master, I will take out your body, find another geomantic treasure place for you in the valley, and put a coffin in it for you to bury alive."
As he spoke, Yang Ming cleaned up all the stones, and saw a white bone lying on a nine-foot-square stone slab. Small characters were densely carved on the stone slab. Yang Ming looked at the bones and found them in the way, so he took off his coat and laid them on the stone slab.
After wrapping the bones and putting them aside, he kowtowed and then looked at the stone slab again. On the right hand side, there were four words "Dugu Nine Swords" written on it.
"Is this a sword art?"
As soon as Yang Ming saw the name, he felt a sense of arrogance about the secret of magical skills. He said: "The more martial arts in this world, the more powerful they are. Why does this one only have nine sword moves? Dugu is clearly a surname. Could it be that the founder
Is this senior in swordsmanship named Dugu?"
Thinking of this, Yang Ming looked at the bones on the side, shook his head, and then concentrated on reading the following mental formulas on the stone slab:
"Returning to younger sisters tends to Wuwu, Wuwu tends to be the same person, and the same people tend to be great. A turns to C, B turns to Geng, Geng turns to Gui. The friendship between Zi and Chou, the friendship between Chen and Si, the friendship between Wuwei. Wind and thunder are a change, mountains and rivers
It is a change, water and fire are a change. Qian Kun stimulates each other, Zhen Dui stimulates each other, Li Xun stimulates each other. Three increases to become five, five increases to become nine..."
After reading the whole article, Yang Ming realized that this was a classic of the supreme wisdom of swordsmanship and magical martial arts. However, his cultivation was shallow. After reading it once, he found it obscure and difficult to understand. He could not understand even one thousandth of it.
arrive.
The more he couldn't understand, the happier Yang Ming felt. He hurriedly read and recited it, and in more than an hour he had memorized the first part, which was the most difficult to understand, with more than 3,000 words.
After reading the general formula, the subsequent nine sword moves are divided into "final style", "breaking sword style", "breaking knife style", "breaking gun style", "breaking whip style", "breaking rope style", "
Although it seemed to be easier to understand than the general formula, Yang Ming thought about it after reading it and was confused again. Only then did he realize that the Dugu Nine Swords were unfathomable. If he wanted to learn this skill, he would have to have great perseverance.
Yang Ming did not dare to be too quick. He used several days of hard work to master Dugu Nine Swords and memorized the martial arts. Then he dug a hole and buried Dugu Qiubei's body outside the cave. Then he returned to the wooden house to practice martial arts and study at the same time.
Start the "Nine Swords of Dugu".
On this day, Yang Ming was worried that there were errors in the Dugu Nine Swords he had recited, so he went to the cave to read the mental instructions on the stone slab. After the seal was correct, he walked out of the cave. At this time, the weather was sunny and Yang Ming was in a good mood. Suddenly he saw the trees behind the cave.
It was green and the mountain air was beautiful, so I walked over to enjoy the scenery.
After walking for a long time, we came to a cliff.
The cliff is like a huge screen, rising into the sky. In the middle of the cliff, about twenty feet above the ground, there is a large stone three to four feet square, which looks like a platform. There are faintly carved words on the stone.
Yang Ming raised his feet and looked up, clearly seeing the two characters "Sword Tomb", and thought to himself: What place can be called a Sword Tomb?
Yang Ming was greatly surprised. Although there was no difficulty in eating and lodging in the valley, and the scenery was very beautiful, it was very lonely and boring. Yang Ming was a young man at heart, so he had already felt uncomfortable. If he hadn't met Dugu Jiujian, who could delve into it for fun, he would have been there long ago.
I just wanted to explore every corner of the valley to find the way out.
At this time, Yang Ming saw the sword tomb and climbed up with all his strength. He also saw the place where Dugu Qiufei buried the sword and his posthumous writings.
Only then did Yang Ming know that this place was the secluded residence of Dugu Qiubai, an old-timer who was unparalleled in the world hundreds of years ago. The Sword Manual of Dugu Nine Swords that he saw was left by this old-time sword demon. Already.
"The sword demon Dugu Qiubai is invincible in the world, so he buried his sword here.
Woohoo! The heroes have restrained their hands, their swords are empty, how sad it is for you!"
Yang Ming kept repeating Dugu Qiufei's last words in a low voice: "Invincible in the world...the heroes are tied up, the long sword is empty, and the husband is sad..."
An image of a senior with excellent martial arts skills suddenly appeared in his mind, but he said: "I don't know how high this senior Dugu Qiubai's martial arts skills are? How much worse can he be than Zhenjun Qingxuan?"
Yang Ming has only heard about the Quanzhen Seven Sons and Qingxuan Master's deeds of slaying demons and righteousness since he was a child. Although he has also heard that Chongyang Master was once the best master in the world, after all, the era of Chongyang Patriarch was too far away from Yang Ming. Far away, in his mind, the person who is invincible and has the highest martial arts skills is the "living god" Qingxuan Zhenjun.
Even though Dugu Qiubei's posthumous writing said that he was invincible in the world, and that the profound and difficult-to-understand "Dugu Nine Swords" was indeed the best in the world, Yang Ming still felt that the most powerful one was his great uncle Lin Qingxuan.
Yang Ming thought about it for a moment, and felt that the invincible state of this senior was really fascinating. If he mistakenly entered this valley, he could take the Bodhisattva Snake to enhance his internal strength, and then practice the Dugu Nine Swords, and he could become a great man unrivaled in the world. I became a master, so I became a little more enthusiastic.
Yang Ming lowered his head and saw that apart from the last wooden sword in the sword tomb, only the first extremely sharp "Qingfeng Sword" was still there. Seeing the sword's green air lingering and the coldness approaching, he picked it up and said with a smile: "From now on, baby, just follow me. In my hands, we can revive the reputation of Dugu Nine Swords."
After saying that, Yang Ming picked up the Qingfeng sword and jumped down from the stone platform. From then on, he lived in the valley with peace of mind. In addition to taking snake gallbladder to practice internal strength every day, he spent the rest of the time studying and practicing Dugu Jiu. The general technique of the sword and the essence of the first sword technique, the "General Technique".
Since the swordsmanship that Yang Ming knows is only one set of Quanzhen swordsmanship, his understanding of both martial arts and swordsmanship is very shallow. Therefore, there are many principles and nine moves in the Dugu Nine Swords that have no moves but contain countless moves. You have to study your swordsmanship and martial arts on your own.
Although Yang Ming is extremely intelligent, he suffered from the guidance of an unknown teacher, and it was very difficult to practice and comprehend it at first. He often meditated hard for several months before he finally achieved something, and then he was overjoyed and then practiced on his own.
While Yang Ming was trapped in Changshou Valley practicing magical skills, a war was going on outside Xiangyang City.
Kublai Khan, the fourth prince of Mongolia, personally led an army of 100,000 to attack Xiangyang City.
The person who defended Xiangyang was Guo Jing, the envoy established by Jingxiang. He had been stationed in Xiangyang for several years, and he commanded the troops well. He made Xiangyang impregnable and made the Mongolian army defeated many times. This time was no exception.
After repelling the Mongolian siege that lasted for more than two months, Guo Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief as he stood on the top of the city and watched the Mongolian army slowly retreat.
Huang Rong, who had her hair tied up in a bun next to him but still looked pretty, said with a smile: "Brother Jing, when Mongolia retreats this time, we won't go south again for three to five months."
Guo Jing touched his beard and said, "I hope that's the case. Ronger, I've been busy with military affairs these days, but I forgot to ask, how is Senior Brother Yin's recovery from his injury?"
Huang Rong glanced at Lu Youjiao who was standing aside. Lu Youjiao hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Master, Daoist Yin's injury is much better. That old man Liang left half a month ago."
Guo Jing said in a deep voice: "That's good. I don't know where the Jueqing Valley disciple who hurt them came from. Brother Lu, have you found out where the Jueqing Valley is?"
Lu Youjiao frowned and said in deep thought: "Jueqing Valley... this name has never been spread in the world in recent years. However, my disciples of the Beggar Clan spread all over the world, and we cannot hide any rumors in the world. More than 20 years ago, I heard that
Leader Qiu of the Iron Palm Gang once got married to the owner of Jueqing Valley and gave his sister to the owner of Jueqing Valley, but he doesn't know whether it was true or not.
However, the Iron Palm Gang is now dead, and it is difficult to find much of this information. We have checked in many ways and only know that Jueqing Valley seems to be in the deep mountains near Xiangyang and Nanyang. It will take some time to find it for sure."
Guo Jing frowned and said: "This Jueqing Valley is acting strangely, and I don't know if it is a friend or an enemy. If it is the lair of the evil sect and the monster, it is in the place where the two armies are fighting, I am afraid it will be detrimental to our Song Dynasty...
I heard from Senior Brother Yin that if he disappeared tomorrow, he was probably kidnapped by the people of Jueqing Valley.
I have been friends with his father for a long time. Now that Kangdi has lost all his martial arts, he and his Nianci siblings are honoring Uncle Yang and Auntie. This child... I must protect this child no matter what, otherwise how can I be worthy of Uncle Yang and Kangdi?
When I come back from rescuing him, I will recruit him as my son-in-law and marry our Fu'er to him. Ron'er, we need to find the place of Jueqing Valley as soon as possible to avoid being killed by them tomorrow. Otherwise, the Yang family's nephew will be raped near Xiangyang.
You can't help me by kidnapping my uncle. How can you still have the dignity to meet Kang Di and Uncle Yang?
Huang Rong wanted to ask why my Fu'er should marry Yang Kang's son, but seeing Guo Jing's serious face, it was hard to argue, so she could only snort: "What's so difficult about this? Elder Lu, please send more disciples to search around here, what?"
When you find it, you will report back to us. It will be easy to do what we do after we find the location of Jueqing Valley.
We can't run away from the left and right valleys. Brother Jing and I are here, as well as the four elders of our Beggar Clan. How difficult is it to explore their Heartless Valley? I'm afraid even Longtan Tiger's Den will not be able to stop Brother Jing, your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and my Dog Fighting
Great."
Huang Rong's words were loud and clear. After hearing this, Guo Jing's anxiety temporarily disappeared and he nodded.
Lu Youjiu, the leader of the four elders of the Beggar Clan, bowed and agreed.
The Purple Cloud Palace in Wudang Mountain is very prosperous. The more wars there are, the more believers there are in this palace.
Guo Zhirui, who was in charge of the kitchen in the Chongyang Palace, followed Qingxuan Zhenjun to the Zixiao Palace and was still in charge of the kitchen. Guo Daozhang learned that his palm brother Yin Zhiping was recuperating in Xiangyang, and he knew that Zhenjun Tianshi was not at home, and neither his mentor nor his uncle.
At home, Zixiao Palace cannot tolerate chaos and mistakes.
Therefore, he became more and more strict in supervising the work of the disciples and the Taoist Taoist priests every day, especially to anger the three traitors who were doing hard work, and even ordered them to chop twice as much firewood as before, which only made the three of them exhausted.
Only then was I satisfied.
This day is the birthday of Xuantian God on the third day of March. As the temple of Xuantian God, Zixiao Palace naturally holds sacrifices, so there are more meals than usual, and more firewood is used.
Guo Zhirui severely scolded the three grotesque people in front of the firewood shed with iron shackles on their hands and feet, and iron chains on their shoulders for a long time. Then he watched the three of them work hard at chopping firewood, and then nodded with satisfaction and left.
go.
After doing the hard work for a long time, the barefooted black dwarf groaned, glared at the white-faced man and the bald monk beside him, and cursed: "You have no courage, the Taoist priests have gone to the front hall to perform rituals, so why don't you run away?
What kind of firewood are you chopping?”
These three people are none other than Tantra Jinlun Dharma King, Tianzhu master Nimoxing, and Xiangxi famous scholar Xiaoxiangzi. The black dwarf who spoke is Nimoxing.
Since they were pierced with pipa bones and shackled before the Double Ninth Festival two years ago, they followed them to Zixiao Palace. Lin Qingxuan never paid attention to them. Yin Zhiping was also busy with academic affairs, so he asked Guo Zhirui to manage the three of them.
Not wanting them to eat rice in vain, they ordered the three of them to chop firewood in the firewood courtyard every day. This would not only consume the three people's energy, but also save some manpower for Zixiao Palace.
After listening to Nimoxing's words, Xiaoxiangzi looked at the courtyard door and whispered: "Master Jinlun, Brother Moxing, Qingxuan Zhenjun and Chi Liansan have all left the palace for more than half a year and have not returned.
There is no news from the Seventh True Son.
Yesterday morning, I heard their Taoist priests say during dinner that Yin Zhiping met some strong men outside Xiangyang City. He was injured in the battle and was raised in Xiangyang City. Brothers, we want to escape from Zixiao Palace. We want to escape.
To escape the clutches of the Quanzhen thief, you must seize this good opportunity."
"There are not many experts in the Zixiao Palace at this time, and they are neglecting us. If we don't seize the opportunity at this time, we will really regret it for the rest of our lives."
Jin Lun Dharma King nodded as he spoke.
Nimoxing had a bad temper, and Su Lai had no idea, so he had to look at the two of them. He was most impressed by the martial arts of the great monk Jinlun, and asked: "Master, tell me, what should we do?"
King Jinlun tried his best to split the firewood with an axe, frowned and said: "The Nine Quanzhen disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are still alive. Even if we want to escape, we must not harm the lives of the Quanzhen Taoists, lest the veteran Taoists seek revenge.
, let alone Qingxuan Zhenjun, even if the Quanzhen Seven Sons and Chi Lian Sanren come to our door, we will not be able to defeat him..."
Jinlun Dharma King took a deep breath as he spoke, and sighed: "Moreover, we are now wearing pipa bones and have iron shackles on our hands and feet. Ten percent of our martial arts skills cannot be used even half a percent. Even if we really want to escape, we have to find a way not to alert everyone."
True disciples, otherwise hundreds of disciples will catch up and the three of us will have no choice but to catch them."
Xiaoxiangzi remained calm and asked sternly: "I can't stay all day or night. The mountain is full of pilgrims during the day. Hundreds of Taoists all over the mountain can form formations to chase them out if there is any disturbance. Otherwise, let's stay until night."
, let’s find a way to escape tonight.”
Nimoxing asked, "I'll leave too. I'll probably die. Master, will you leave?"
Jin Lun Dharma King raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, let's leave tonight. After the great defeat, the arrogance in my heart disappeared. In the past few months, I have been practicing the Supreme Yoga Tantra every day and I have made progress very quickly. Although
Now I am just getting started, but with the foundation of "incomparable yoga tantra", my body can already make incredible movements.
Tonight I will try my best to break free of the chains, and then we can tap the Taoist's acupuncture points and escape down the mountain.
However, we need to hide carefully in this escape, and we must not let the wind leak out and let the Quanzhen Nine Sons find out, otherwise our lives will not be saved."
Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi looked at each other, admiring the magical skills of the great monk Jinlun. He was pierced through the bones of Pipa by an iron chain, and his hands and feet were bound by iron shackles. He was still able to practice magical skills, and he could even break free from the iron chains. They were a little more admired in their hearts.
confidence.
Both of them nodded in agreement, and then the three of them worked hard chopping firewood until nightfall before returning to the demolition house to rest.
It was past three o'clock, Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing listened to the movement near the woodshed. At this time, the door was locked by Guo Zhirui with an iron chain, and there were two third-generation disciples with good martial arts guarding the outside concierge.
After staying up until the latter half of the night, the two Taoist priests also fell into a deep sleep. There was only silence and no noise left outside the house.
On the meadow, Jinlun Dharma King's body was in an extremely strange posture, and his sallow face was turning red, purple and white in turns. Xiaoxiangzi knew that the great monk was silently practicing yoga magic, so he didn't even dare to breathe.
For fear of disturbing him.
After more than an hour, Jinlun Dharma King suddenly shrank into a ball, then twisted his shoulders three times and two, and the iron chain passing through his shoulder blades actually came out day by day.
After Jinlun Dharma King broke free from the iron chain on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to gently catch the iron chain, and then wiped his sweat.
Walking in front of Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi, Yun Gong gently tugged on the two of them, and their chains broke with a click and fell. They both reached out and gently caught them without making any noise.
Jin Lun Dharma King used his kung fu to break the shackles on his own hands and feet, and he tried hard to break off the iron shackles of Nimo Xing and Xiao Xiangzi. He only felt that his hands were weak and his muscles were numb. It was obvious that he had not recovered his strength but had used too much force.
For the past six months, Jinlun Dharma King has been practicing the Supreme Yoga Tantra hard, just to break free from the iron chains and escape from the Zixiao Palace. Now he has achieved a little success. The experiment has been successful, and he feels extremely happy.
Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi were also overjoyed. At this time, the three of them had very little power left in their bodies, but they did not dare to meditate and perform exercises. They knew that good opportunities were rare, so the three of them worked together and pressed their strength against the door. With a muffled groan, the door locked.
The iron chain was broken by the huge force, but unfortunately the three people's skills were not pure enough, and the clicking sound woke up the two Taoists in the concierge.
However, as soon as the two Taoists pushed the door open and went out, before they could see clearly that their eyes were awake, the wind went dark behind their heads and they fell to the ground.
Jinlun Dharma King saw Xiaoxiangzi knocking down two Taoists, and said in a low voice: "Don't strike hard."
Xiaoxiangzi snorted: "I clicked on their sleeping points."
Jin Lun Dharma King lowered his head and saw that the two Taoists were breathing evenly and had fallen asleep.
Nimoxing was the last one to come out of the room. He looked at the two Taoists on the ground and remembered that they had yelled, cursed and humiliated him and others at will in the past six months. He gritted his teeth with hatred and wanted to slap them to death with one palm.
But when he thought of Qingxuan Zhenjun's god-like posture and unfathomable magical skills, Nimoxing became frightened, his calves trembled, and he could only lower his head and said dejectedly: "Go quickly, go quickly."
The three of them climbed over the wall and jumped over the courtyard, slowly escaping from the Zixiao Palace. They did not dare to stop except behind the palace. They descended the mountain in one breath and walked north for dozens of miles. They rested for half an hour until dawn, and then continued
Escape north.
Although the three of them were hungry, thirsty and exhausted, they did not dare to rest, let alone go to villages or towns, for fear of revealing their whereabouts.
When night fell and they saw mountains all around, the three of them slowed down.
Xiaoxiangzi was the most familiar with the situation in the Central Plains among the three. He looked around, estimated the distance, and said: "We have arrived at Funiu Mountain. I heard that there used to be a Funiu sect that was very powerful, but then it gradually disappeared for some reason.
Already.
Twenty or thirty years ago, there was a leader with good martial arts. I heard that he joined a sect in the Western Regions, and he has not been around in the world in recent years..."
King Jinlun said in a deep voice: "That means there is no owner here? Let's just rest for a few hours."
The three of them found a place in front of a creek. They didn't make a fire, they just drank some water, caught two rabbits and ate some raw meat to satisfy their hunger, and then they exercised their skills to recover and treat their injuries.
In the blink of an eye, it was dawn and after practicing all night, the three of them got up in high spirits and gradually regained the magnanimity and demeanor of a great master.
Jinlun Dharma King clasped his hands together and said: "This is already the border of Mongolia. If we go further, we can feel more at ease. I have no intention of becoming the first national teacher of Mongolia. I am planning to return to the Western Regions of Tibet to practice magical skills. I want to be able to achieve great success before my magical skills are achieved."
I will never visit China again, you two, let’s say goodbye.”
After saying this, King Jinlun turned around and walked away, disappearing into the mountains and forests in a moment.
Xiaoxiangzi looked at Nimoxing's sad face and knew that he had a bad temper and no brains. He hated the Quanzhen Cult to the core, but he was afraid of the Qingxuan Master and did not dare to take revenge. He finally managed to stand alone in the martial arts world in Tianzhu, but when he came to China, he encountered great difficulties.
If he loses, I'm afraid he won't have the face to return to Tianzhu, let alone be willing to return to Tianzhu.
Xiaoxiangzi had an idea and remembered a secret. He knew that Nimoxing was simple-minded and could listen to him with a little use, so he whispered: "Brother Moxing, do you want revenge?"
Nimoxing was stunned and asked: "We, together with the great monk, are not enough to be beaten by Master Qingxuan, so how can we take revenge?"
Xiaoxiangzi said: "Although Zhenjun Qingxuan's martial arts are powerful, it is only because he has mastered the innate Kung Fu that Zhenren Chongyang used to suppress the four great masters of East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, and Bei Beggar. He practices the top magical skills in the world, so he can naturally suppress them.
It’s okay for us, but if we can practice the world’s first-class magical skills, wouldn’t we be able to keep pace with him?”
Nimoxing was overjoyed when he heard this. He looked at Xiaoxiangzi with burning eyes and asked: "Xiaoxiangzi, do you know where there is a magical power that is more powerful than the innate power?"
Xiaoxiangzi squinted his eyes, looked to the north, and said: "I know there is a place in Songshan Mountain. Shaolin Temple is said to be the true source of martial arts in the world, and there are many magical secrets hidden in it. The most powerful one is a general outline of martial arts in the world.
In recent decades, there have been no decent figures in the Shaolin Temple. The two of us have figured out a way to sneak into it to search for magical skills. I’m afraid no one will notice it, but even if we do, if you and I join forces, who can resist the Shaolin monks?"
Nimoxing chuckled and said, "Oh, Xiaoxiangzi, you are really nice and a good friend."
Xiaoxiangzi raised the corner of his mouth with a smile and said: "You have a bad temper and can easily get into trouble. If you really want to learn, you must obey my orders and don't play tricks. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to learn magical skills, but you will also make people miserable."
After discovering our identities, the Quanzhen Taoist priests started to worry about our lives and our lives."
Nimoxing nodded, remembering that the Quanzhen Sect is the largest sect in the world and the leader of the Taoist sect. Since the Shaolin Temple is the leader of the Buddhist sect in the world and its martial arts is known as the origin of martial arts in the world, it naturally has its own uniqueness. He lowered his eyebrows and said: "
I know how powerful it is, just listen to Xiao Xiangzi."
The two of them watched the sky get brighter and then followed the northern mountain road to the Songshan Shaolin Temple.
Jinlun Dharma King, Xiaoxiangzi, and Nimoxing escaped from the Zixiao Palace of the Quanzhen Sect. One went west to Dalun Temple in the Snowy Mountains of Tubo to practice magical powers, while the other two hid in Shaolin Temple to search for magical powers.
Guo Jing and the Beggar Gang went to the Jueqing Valley, while Yang Ming hid in the Longevity Valley to practice magical skills.
With so many entanglements of cause and effect, it can be said that hooks and lines are cast all over the river to fish out right and wrong.