The trees in the courtyard of the palace were stripped of their clothes by the cold winter, and they stood there bare, enduring the cold of the harsh winter with Zhao Mao.

Sun Moon Fang and Shahe Wharf are in full swing, and the daily income is simply disgusting.

Zhao Mao, who has been cultivating for nearly three months, has also completely stabilized the second-rate realm.

The Tian Yuan Army has reached the scale of 10,000 people, and the current income of the Sun and Moon Gang is almost unable to support it.

I thought that I could slowly devour the small gangs around me and increase the income of the territory.

There was a slight sound in his ears, and he saw Zhiwen jumping in from the wall and coming to Zhao Mao.

Kneeling on one knee, bowing his head, and holding up a letter with both hands raised, he said, "Your Highness, a letter from the Giant Whale Gang." ”

Zhao Mao raised his eyebrows, continued to look up at the tip of the tree, and said leisurely: "Read it to me." ”

Zhiwen didn't get up, just opened the envelope, unfolded the letter and read it word by word: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Heisha has outstanding martial arts and has a way to make money, but unfortunately he couldn't see the true face.

Ke has made great progress in martial arts recently, and he is really happy, and he thinks that you have not been together for many days.

Ke is cheeky and sincerely invites the black brothers to gather in Manjianghong on the first day of October, drink with all of you, and make friends with each other. ”

After hearing this, Zhao Mao nodded to indicate that he knew, and Zhiwen put the letter on the stone table with interest and left quietly.

To tell the truth, Zhao Mao lived in the palace most of the time, and he was carefree since he was a child.

So that he doesn't know anything about the world at all, and can only analyze the pros and cons of things, and some imperial tricks.

Zhao Mao couldn't figure out for a while whether this Ke Hong really wanted to get together with the gangs in Hangzhou City or put on a Hongmen banquet.

Since you can't figure it out, then increase your strength.

As long as the strength is enough, he is not afraid to make any calculations.

But to be honest, the exercises passed down by this immortal are indeed not ordinary.

Let's just say that this is a big shift, except that Duan Yanqing used his momentum to suppress his internal force, so that he couldn't release it.

I haven't met anyone who has been able to break the air shield.

I want to test my limits.

Zhao Mao came to Hua Sun's yard and saw that the door of his house was closed, and there was a slight sound of water in the room.

Lang said: "Hua Sun, this king has something to look for." ”

"Your Highness, wait, Hua Kui will come out soon. Then there was a sound of rummaging through the room.

After waiting for about half an hour, snowflakes were already floating in the sky.

Hua Kui put on a red makeup and bewitching robe to push the door open, and said to the impatient Zhao Maofu: "What is the matter that His Highness came to look for Hua Kui. ”

"The last time I saw Hua Sunflower, you pierced the eagle claws of the iron madness with an embroidery needle, which was very powerful.

This king wants to try today where the limit of the great shift is. After speaking, Zhao Mao's hair was slightly raised, the internal force was agitated, and a layer of air cover was formed around his body.

Hearing this, Hua Kui felt slightly lost in her heart, took out the embroidery needle from her sleeve, and said softly: "Your Highness be careful." ”

Immediately aimed at the empty space on its left, and a silver light flashed.

Zhao Mao only heard the sound of "pop", and a strong wind swept by his left ear, blowing his hair.

The needle had already penetrated the air hood, and it was unknown where it was shooting.

Although the hood can transmit the pressure to the air inside, the hood itself will still break when the pressure exceeds the limit.

Hua Kui comforted in a clear voice: "Your Highness, don't be discouraged, the Great Shift of Qiankun is already a peerless skill, but every exercise has its flaws." ”

Zhao Mao didn't have any loss in his eyes, touched his chin and thought carefully: "This king has never thought that he will be invincible in the world by practicing peerless divine skills. This time, thanks to the flower sunflower envoy, the method of breaking the surface let the king know the shortcomings of this skill.

I heard that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, with your body style, see if you can go to Shaolin to steal a few stunts and come back.

This king tried to see if he could make up for the shortcomings of the exercises.

After all, on the first day of the next month, this king will be invited to attend the gathering of the giant whale gang leader.

I don't know if it's a Hongmen banquet. ”

When Hua Kui heard this, he said willingly: "Your Highness, rest assured, Hua Kui will go to Shaolin this time, and she will definitely bring her stunt to Your Highness." ”

Zhao Mao nodded when he heard this, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Be careful all the way." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, as if he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and said, "Winter is coming, please ask a few more sweepers to sweep the snow." ”

Since then, the palace has gained more popularity, but the heavy responsibility of sweeping the floor has been taken care of by an old man.

While the old man was sweeping the floor, he would keep muttering something in his mouth.

And Hua Kui cleaned up and rode a fast horse to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Day and night, it only took four days for Hua Kui to come to Shaolin.

In the dead of night, a black shadow touched the Scripture Pavilion in the depths of Shaolin.

The sweeping monk was sitting in the middle of the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and chanting, sensing that someone was here, his eyes opened slightly, shook his head, sighed and slowly closed.

Hua Kui had also been to the Scripture Pavilion before, so she had to start reading it from the first floor.

The first two floors flipped through a few books full of various Buddhist scriptures, and then put the Buddhist scriptures back on the bookshelf and came to the third floor.

The lightness of his body made his movements silent, and he came to the bookshelf and picked up a scripture book. I saw the upper book: Finger of the flower.

With a slight joy in his heart, he stuffed the scriptures into his arms.

A voice almost shook its soul away.

"This woman...... This benefactor, who came here late at night, wanted to steal the seventy-two stunts of our temple? ”

Hua Kui followed the sound and saw an old monk with a wrinkled face sitting less than a foot away from him.

I just walked past there, and I didn't even see anyone.

Startled, the figure swept away, distanced from it, twisted the embroidery needle with his bare hands, and exerted force on his wrist.

The white light burst out, but the old monk was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. I saw that his hand was in the shape of a flower, and the embroidery needle was caught by his two fingers.

The sweeping monk's eyes suddenly opened, and Hua Kui only felt that his internal strength seemed to be lost, and he was weak and fell to the ground softly.

"Amitabha, I don't remember how long it has been, it seems to have been almost ten years.

There used to be two people who came to peek at the scriptures every night, but they never took them away, and the old man did not stop them.

But the donor, you have to take the scriptures with you, and the old man has the duty to keep the scriptures, but he wants to stop them.

There are seventy-two stunts in our temple, and each stunt needs to practice the corresponding Dharma, otherwise you will go crazy and fall into the magic barrier.

In addition to the Bodhidharma Patriarch, the only one who can learn all seventy-two stunts is the former martial arts alliance leader Xuzhu, and perhaps, there is one more.

If the old man lets the donor steal the stunt and pass it on, he may leave a disaster to the world. The sweeping monk got up leisurely and walked towards Hua Sunflower, wanting to take back the scriptures.

Hua Kui knew that the sweeping monk's skills were too high, and this Shaolin stunt could not be taken away by force, but he was unwilling to live up to His Highness's expectations.

Under the sharp turn of thoughts, he took out a piece of tissue paper from his arms, and said weakly: "Master mercy, Hua Kui has a life, and he really needs a few Shaolin stunts, so it is better to barter, this drawing records a technique, can you exchange it for one or two stunts." ”

The sweeping monk made up his mind that he would not exchange martial arts, but seeing his pleading appearance, he couldn't bear to take the paper and watch it.

I saw that the sweeping monk frowned slightly, and he was very puzzled. This meridian diagram has found a new way, implying the Great Dao, and pursuing the speed to the extreme, which must be written by a master, and even exceeds the seventy-two stunts to some extent.

I have lived for so many years, and I have never heard of such an exercise in the world. And this piece of paper, the handwriting is very draft, as if sketched out at will. Judging by the ink, it should not be more than a year.

I only know most of these meridian routes, some of them have appeared in the seventy-two stunts, some seem to be part of the seven chakras and eight veins of Tantra, and even one or two seem to be related to Dali Tianlong Temple.

There was such a knowledgeable person in the world who was proficient in the core essentials of the major Buddhist sects, and he had only seen one person.

If you look closely, this skill can be practiced by very people, but it fits perfectly with the benefactor in front of you.

I heard that the master has become a Buddha and has risen into the sky in the daytime, but before becoming a Buddha, he has to go through the red dust to refine the Buddha's heart, and by chance he received the favor of this donor, or the donor is talented and intelligent, and the master has a heart of love for talents, so he will create a peerless exercise for him.

After thinking about it, I couldn't be completely sure that Hua Kui had anything to do with Zhou Fan, but I was afraid that I had mistaken the matter of the master.

sighed, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, every peck and drink are all fate." This book of flowers, the old man will be the master to give to the donor, this meridian map, the old man does not want, and I hope that the donor will take more care of my Buddhist disciples in the future. ”

With that, he stared at Hua Sunflower and placed the paper in front of him. The whole person returned to the feeling of old age that it should have, turned around slowly, and returned to sit on the futon with heavy steps.

Hua Kui felt that her body suddenly regained her strength, and her internal force began to flow again, so she hurriedly stuffed the paper into her arms and quickly left the Scripture Pavilion.

The melodious voice came into the ears of the sweeping monk, "The grace of the master's gift, Hua Kui will not dare to forget, he will definitely give Buddhism a peerless martial arts in return." ”