The setting sun rolls up the embroidered curtains, and the water under the pavilion reaches the sky. I know that you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red. I remember that in the Pingshan hall, I pillowed on my pillow in the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River, and the solitary bird disappeared. I recognized the drunken old man's words, and the scenery of the mountains was mixed.
A thousand hectares, all the mirrors are pure, and the green peaks are inverted. Suddenly the waves rise, and a white-headed leaf dances. It makes me laugh at Lantai Gongzi. I have not yet understood the sound of nature in Zhuang. There are male and female in the rigid road. A little aura of awe-inspiring, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented to Zhang Xiequan" Su Shi
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More than a dozen stick monks retreated in unison, forming a Vajra Demon Subduing Formation, tightening the siege of Bai Fu step by step. The Shaolin stick formation is well-deservedly named. The rings are interlocked, and the sticks protect each other, both long and short. All the monks are looking at each other.
Bright and angry!
Bai Fu lifted up his robe and stood as tall as Mount Tai. He put his left hand behind his back and thrust his right palm forward to meet him. He did not explain any more and arrogantly looked down on the group of monks.
The leader of the stick monks gave an order, and the two stick monks were the first to attack. They rushed to the front, straightened their sticks and stabbed straight. Their stick skills were like spear skills. The stick monks on the left and right wings swept across with their sticks, guarding the center and leading the attack, blocking Bai Fu's route.
Behind him were four stick monks, two of whom leapt into the air and slashed with their sticks. Two lunged forward and stabbed with their sticks.
All the sticks were flying, slashing horizontally, thrusting straight, and slanting... they came in overwhelming numbers, killing each other with every move!
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Bai Fu was furious!
I have always been patient and gave Shaolin face.
Shaolin disciples are not only arrogant and unreasonable, bullying others with power, but they also lack the ambition and courage of a famous sect. They shout and kill whenever they disagree. Once they do something, they are all killing moves! They are intended to take people's lives!
I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore!
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The sniper attack from the four stick monks behind him was the truly powerful killing move. Bai Fu was filled with rage and determined to break through from the strongest point to create a shock and let these Shaolin monks know what it means that there is a world outside the world and there are people outside the world.
Bai Fu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and without looking back, he jumped back, looking like a ghost. Xiu Pao swung the four attack sticks and opened a gap, and his figure would pass through the gap. Waiting for two people
The stick monk split the air with his two sticks, and when he soared into the air and landed on the ground, Bai Fu was already behind the two men. Bai Fu's hand was like lightning, grabbing the necks and collars of the two men, and swung them backwards, like throwing sandbags, and threw the two men away.
A few feet away, the two of them were flying through the clouds and in the mist, clawing and paddling in the air with funny movements. They were thrown so badly that their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, making them very embarrassed.
Bai Fu raised his hands and grasped the wooden stick that stabbed the two monks flatly. He put his arms together and said, "Let go!"
The two stick monks felt a strong force coming from their sticks and had to let go.
Bai Fu held both sticks in his hands. He moved the sticks like swords and stabbed them flatly. He hit the two stick monks in the front with the tips of the sticks. The two men felt as if they had been electrocuted, their arms were sore and numb, and they were unable to attack anymore.
Bai Fu held a stick in each hand, turned around, swung away the sticks held by the monks on the left and right wings, and swept them across, hitting the two of them backwards.
These moves were as fast as lightning, and between lightning and flint, Bai Fu had broken through the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation!
Before all the stick monks could calm down, Bai Fu dropped his wooden stick, transformed with his armor, and took two steps to arrive in front of the short Shaolin stick monk. Bai Fu hated this man for his rude words, evil thoughts, and rudeness, so he slapped him with his palm.
people.
"Pa, pa, pa," a few slaps across the face, the short Shaolin stick monk's eyes flashed with stars, and the golden snake danced wildly. "Wow" a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his broken teeth fell to the ground.
The tall stick monk next to him saw that the situation was not going well and was about to run away. Without even looking, Bai Fu kicked him and rolled down the mountain.
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The leader of the stick monk was furious, shouted loudly, and thrust his stick like a dragon towards Bai Fu's back and heart. Bai Fu didn't even look back, but moved to the left to avoid the stick.
The leader of the stick monk changed his moves very quickly. He first retracted his stick and turned around, then poked the head of the stick into the ground and lifted the pole into the air. With the help of the pole, he kicked several legs in the air. The movements were done in one go and his posture was graceful, winning the favor of all the sticks.
The whole hall of monks cheered.
Bai Fu's hands were like lightning, and he knocked the short Shaolin stick monk down with his orchid brushing hand. He used his foot to pick up the short Shaolin stick monk, like kicking a sandbag, and pushed the short Shaolin stick monk towards the leader of the stick monk.
The leading stick monk failed to retract his legs in the air, and all his kicks hit the short-dun Shaolin stick monk in the chest, breaking several of his ribs and causing blood to spatter on the spot. Hearing a scream of "Ouch", the short-dun Shaolin stick monk fainted and died.
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The head stick monk's Qi was filled with smoke. After landing, he rose into the air again and turned into a split. His legs were in the air and he did a horse split. He held the stick in both hands and used one move to 'split Huashan with force' and hit Bai Fu with one stick.
Head. With this stick, the head stick monk used all his strength, hoping to hit the head with one blow. When the stick was swung out, it was mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and it was like thunder.
When Bai Fu saw the leader of the stick monk attacking viciously, his blood surged, and he never showed any mercy.
Bai Fu saw the direction of the stick and punched out, hitting the head of the stick. Bai Fu was so powerful that he was like a blacksmith swinging a round hammer to hit an iron drill. With one punch, he drove the wooden stick into the left shoulder of the monk who led the stick. The stick still had some remaining power.
, the monk with the stick flew sideways, and nailed him and the stick to the trunk of the big tree beside the road.
This punch evolved from the Sword Demon's 'Hurricane Soul Destroyer'!
Zi Fu stood with his hands clasped, arrogantly looking down on the group of monks. The dozens of stick monks looked at each other, and no one dared to challenge him.
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Just when the Shaolin stick monk was at a loss, the door of the Shaolin Temple opened, and a fat-headed and big-eared Zhike monk came out with seven or eight young novice monks.
Seeing the Shaolin stick monks being beaten so hard that they were running away, he couldn't help but frown and yelled loudly. The group of stick monks hurriedly found a step and helped several injured monks to evacuate.
Seeing Bai Fu's outstanding martial arts skills, Zhike Monk came over to talk to him with a smile on his face, without saying a word about Bai Fu's injury.
As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling person with fists and kicks. Seeing that the guest monk was so polite, Bai Fu regretted that he had struck too hard just now.
Bai Fu bowed his head and handed the greeting card to the monk who knew the guest, saying: "Master, please forgive me. It was a misunderstanding just now, and I have offended many people. I am Bai Fu, the school secretary, and I have come here on the order of the imperial court Master Xu.
Meet the abbot."
Seeing that Bai Fu was just a low-level official with simple clothes and no bodyguards, Zhike Monk opened his mouth to see the abbot. A trace of imperceptible contempt flashed in his eyes.