Thinking of this, Su Chen's gaze swept directly over the roof of the beam, hiding the "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum" in these places, Lin Yuantu is brain is sick, and it is impossible for Qiu Ye and the others to find it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His fluttering figure flashed, and he stood on the shoulder of the Buddha statue, and the chip was scanned with all his strength, and he made a careful investigation, and sure enough, he made a discovery.

I saw that there was an imperceptible slit on the back of the neck of the Buddha statue, which looked like the folds left by the uneven pen when the gilding was done at that time.

Su Chen found that there was an extremely slight trace of wear and tear there, and under the slightest probing of the chip, he also found half of the finger prints that had not been wiped clean, which were stained with a little dust that had not been wiped clean.

"This is it. ”

Su Chen thought for a while, crossed his hands, hugged the Buddha's head, and slowly strengthened it, only to hear a series of biting sounds of "click", and the Buddha's head was moved to the left side, revealing a shallow hole.

Inside, there was a stack of golden and red robes, neatly folded, shining brightly in the flickering candlelight of the room.

He picked up the robe and unfolded it to take a look, and the first thing that caught his eye was the eight words: "If you want to practice divine skills, you must first come from the palace."

The handwriting is iron-cut and silver-hooked, the sword is full of spirit, and every stroke reveals the profound kendo connotation of the person who writes.

A small piece of fly-headed words with a thousand words, covering the back of the robe.

This should be Lin Yuantu's real handwriting, and you can see everyone's handwriting just from the handwriting. ”

It is rumored that before Lin Yuantu worshiped under the seat of the Red Leaf Zen Master, he was famous, because he was dissatisfied with the government and politics, he spoke out, and was persecuted by the eunuchs, saw through the red dust, and became a monk.

Huashan sent Yue Su and Cai Zifeng to take a peek at the incomplete "Sunflower Treasure Book" After escaping from Southern Shaolin, Lin Yuantu, whose legal name is Du Yuan, was ordered by his master to recover the secret book.

He pretended to be a teacher and deceived the trust of the two, but he casually listened to the oral secret book of the two people, and combined the entire secret book into one, drawing inferences from one another, so as to practice this peerless sword technique, called the "evil sword method".

His erudition and talent are evident from this, and only in this way can his handwriting be worthy of his identity.

Su Chen unfolded his robe and carefully scanned it with a chip to write it down, the main purpose was of course the seventy-two "evil sword technique".

Including the various small drawings and annotations of human figures drawn above, I wrote them down word for word.

He is interested in swordsmanship, just because it is useful to himself, and he is not too interested in the method of luck practice in front of swordsmanship.

After all, those eight big characters are shocking, as long as you see them, they make people feel cold under their crotch, and they really can't practice.

"It's so evil, but as long as you get its essence from the dross, there is no need to practice the transformation of yin and yang, men and women are not women. At present, there are many peerless swordsmanship, so why bother to stare at a flawed sword book and practice hard. ”

This thought turned around in his heart, and he couldn't help but glance at the small characters contained in the robe again, and felt that the secret method of practicing the exercises in front of him was also infinitely attractive, and every word seemed to be full of infinite mysteries and mysteries.

He couldn't help but secretly "puff", his heart said that this sword technique is really evil enough, no wonder no one who got it could endure it, and all of them endured the pain of swinging the sword.

The people who practice martial arts have seen the profound mastery, and there are a few people who can resist not learning or practicing, even if they are just curious to see in front, they can't resist the temptation in their hearts unconsciously, and finally can't bear to swing the knife in pain.

Thinking of this, Su Chen also had some sympathy for Yue Buqun and others who couldn't resist the temptation.

"Good thief, you found it, and you dared to blaspheme the Buddha, it's really damned. ”

Su Chenqiang resisted the desire to study carefully, and was about to put the robe in his arms, when he heard a rough voice in the courtyard in front of the door.

The wind suddenly rose in front of him, and a big fat monk raised his eyebrows angrily, and pounced viciously as if someone had dug up his ancestral grave.

The sound of the clash of weapons outside the house also stopped suddenly, and the sound of clothes breaking through the air became one.

In Su Chen's spiritual power sense, he found that seven or eight fast and incoherent figures rushed towards the front of the old mansion.

"Oh no, I was fascinated for a while, and I forgot that this is not the best place to study the Sword Sutra, but a crowd of enemies. ”

A little annoyance flashed in Su Chen's heart, but there was no panic.

After he succeeded in holding Dan, he felt that his whole body was like the sea, and his life seemed endless, and he could find that his body was constantly improving every day.

Whether it is strength, speed or nerve response, it seems that there is an unknown change taking place.

He took Yue Lingshan around every day, and he also had an intention, that is, he wanted to use this peaceful state of life to refine his heart and control the illusory and powerful feelings that grew in his heart.

Ordinary people who practice martial arts will have itchy hands from time to time, and when they encounter the opportunity to compete with others, they will always be unable to help but use their hands.

Su Chen's strength has increased, and it is even more unbearable to be irritable.

I also want to find a strong master to have a good fight.

Ordinary masters naturally can't arouse his interest, but it seems that a master like a monk can't be reluctant, and even the more enemies come, the better, so that he can try his current skills.

"It's a good time!" Su Chen smiled.

He stuffed the robe into his arms, and the hunched, senile figure of the dragon bell suddenly became vigorous and agile, kicked with one foot, and with a muffled sound, the head of the Buddha statue twisted to one side was kicked directly by him as a ball, and rushed straight towards the black shadow floating like a cannonball.

didn't look at how to resist without quitting, Su Chen probed with his hand, and broke the bamboo stick next to the Buddha statue and held it in his hand.

Because he wanted to hide his identity, Su Chen didn't pull out the long sword he was carrying, and took the weapon at will, and was about to make a move.

He used a stick as a sword, remembering one of the seventy-two ways of warding off evil spirits that he had just learned on the robe, and bowed down to make a gesture, and stabbed at the fat figure that rushed towards him.

"Woo......"

The wind in the room burst out, and a gray figure flashed in front of the Buddha statue like light.

The monk who did not prescribe just roared angrily, stepped into the Buddhist hall, and saw a big Buddha head smashed head-on, although it was a wooden statue, but the power contained in it was solid and heavy.

In his senses, the Buddha's head was like a mountain slamming down.

He didn't dare to be careless, and immediately stopped his ghostly figure, stood up and staggered his hands, and met the collision of the wind.

In the loud bang, Bujie took two steps back, and before he could breathe, he saw a blue and black sword light stabbing towards the center of his eyebrows, and he arrived in front of him in a flash, as fast as a phantom.

This swordsmanship, when the monk tried out the swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits in the old man of Akiba, he had seen it before.

At that time, he also teased that such a weird and gloomy swordsmanship was worthy of such an atmospheric name as "Straight to the Yellow Dragon", which really insulted Grandpa Wu Mu's identity.

The non-abstaining monk thinks very highly of himself on weekdays, and he says that he looks down on it, but he really looks down on it.

At this time, I saw this swordsmanship again, but I couldn't laugh at all.

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