Not only did Hong Qi lose his face, but the Nine Yin True Scripture did not succeed, and if he stayed here, he would only bring humiliation on himself, and beckoned Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng to leave together.

Seeing that Wang Chongyang and the beggars had left, the heroes also took their leave.

The martial arts conference is coming, and I believe that in a few days, the name of the first faction in the world of the Quanzhen faction will resound throughout the rivers and lakes.

Of course, the most amazing thing about this scene is not only Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying.

In the hearts of the ambitions, Qiu Qianren, the once little-known leader of the Iron Palm Gang, is afraid that he is not inferior to Wang Chongyang in terms of martial arts attainments.

One mile in the direction of the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, the mountains and forests still exude the smell of various plants.

At this time, a monk stood under the tree together.

"Poor Dao has seen the master. Wang Chongyang said.

"Amitabha, the old man is born, thank you for raising your noble hand. Duan Yu pinned the wine gourd to his waist and clasped his hands together.

Wang Chongyang's expression was indifferent, he shook his head and said, "This matter is not over yet, that junior actually used poison and other means in the competition."

Since Master Yuansheng intercedes for this junior, then Poor Dao will see how Master Yuansheng will solve this matter. ”

Duan Yu sighed lightly, "That kid is a poor monk, and he is not a bad person, but he grew up in Xiliao and doesn't understand the rules of the Central Plains martial arts."

However, since he has done something wrong, as an elder, he is also responsible.

Before the poor monk became a monk, he was the head of the Jianghu sect and knew some martial arts, so he gave it to the Taoist chief as compensation. ”

When Wang Chongyang heard this, he shook his head and was about to refuse.

Suddenly, Zhou Fan's words sounded in his mind, "Chongyang, the monk in front of you is a teacher.

Since he wants to make amends, you let him teach you the Northern Spiritual Skill. ”

"Chongyang knows that the master has no borders. ”

I saw Wang Chongyang suddenly make a gesture to the east, and then turned his head to Duan Yu who looked puzzled and said, "Just now, the poor Dao master sent a message to inform him that the master is the old man of the master.

Poor road is rude. ”

Duan Yu grabbed Wang Chongyang's shoulders with an excited face, and asked, "Daoist Master is nearby, and I also ask Dao Elder to arrange a meeting." ”

"Shizun is now in Dongying, not here. Wang Chongyang shook his head.

Duan Yu calmed down, and did not doubt what Wang Chongyang said, after all, the scene of Shi Shuzu's roar to destroy the 400,000 Liao army was still vivid, and it was not uncommon to have such a sound transmission of thousands of miles.

Duan Yu took off the wine gourd, poured a big sip into his mouth, and recalled, "The poor monk's real name is Duan Yu, more than a hundred years ago, when he was still the son of Dali, he met the master of the Taoist.

At that time, the master of the Taoist was still in Shaolin, a senior monk of the Xuanzi generation, and his law name was Xuande.

is also the uncle of the second brother of the poor monk.

In the battle of Yanmen Pass that year, the second brother led the Central Plains martial arts heroes to be ambushed by the Liao army, except for the poor monk who escaped by luck, everyone else was killed.

The poor monk rushed to Shaolin and informed his uncle of the incident.

Shi Shuzu gave the poor monk a scripture book and asked the poor monk to hand it over to Zhao Guan's family, saying that it could help him destroy Liao.

After the poor monk handed over the scriptures to Zhao Guan's family, Shi Shuzu came to the battlefield in person, suspended above the nine heavens, just opened his mouth, and the 400,000 Liao army was annihilated.

Since then, the poor monk has never seen his uncle again. ”

When Wang Chongyang heard this, he was puzzled, "...... that scripture?"

Duan Yu nodded and said, "That's right, it's the Nine Yin True Scripture." ”

"No wonder Poor Dao saw that the beginning of this sutra was full of Sanskrit, and it turned out to be written by Shizun when he became a monk in Shaolin.

Master, since this scripture was given to you by the Master, then the poor Dao will return it to its original owner. ”

After that, Wang Chongyang took out the Nine Yin True Scripture in his arms and handed it to Duan Yu.

Duan Yu looked at the Nine Yin True Scripture in front of him, it was not the one in his memory, it should be a copy of it.

Taking the Nine Yin True Scripture, Duan Yu read it roughly.

Well......

I don't understand......

Immediately handed the scripture back to Wang Chongyang, "The Taoist is a disciple of the master and the ancestor, and this scripture is still handed over to the Taoist for safekeeping."

However, one yard is one yard, and the poor monk promised to compensate the Taoist martial arts after all.

Most of the martial arts in the world are known to poor monks, and they don't know what they want. ”

Since Duan Yu didn't want the Nine Yin True Scripture, Wang Chongyang was not hypocritical, took the scripture, and said, "The poor Dao wants that Northern Shengong." ”

"But, Daoist, please let go of your mind. Duan Yu nodded and took another sip of wine.

Then his eyes opened slightly, and a spiritual power carrying the memory of the exercises poured into Wang Chongyang's mind.

Wang Chongyang made a slight discernment, made sure that the other party had no intention of harming, and then opened his heart.

In the woods, the sound of the wind and the sound of various leaves falling from the treetops in the air mingle to form the main theme of autumn and winter.

After the tea time, Wang Chongyang woke up from a half-lost consciousness, but found that he not only had the memory of the Northern Spiritual Skill in his mind, but also had an extra yang finger.

"Master, this yang finger ......"

"Hahaha...... The Northern Spiritual Gong is the compensation of the poor monks.

The poor monk is ready to go to Dongying immediately to meet his uncle and ancestor.

In the past few years when the poor monk has been away, if the junior offends the Taoist again, he hopes that the Taoist will spare his life.

This yang finger is the money paid by the poor monk for him.

If he has self-knowledge and no longer provokes the Taoist, this yang finger will be given to the Taoist as a poor monk.

Poor Dao took his leave.

Amitabha.

Wine. ”

Duan Yu finally knew Zhou Fan's location, was in a happy mood, and poured a sip of wine.

When a breeze blew, Duan Yu's figure had already dissipated in front of Wang Chongyang's eyes.

Mt. Toei Fuji.

The winter sun in the afternoon

Zhou Fan pushed open the wooden door, stepped barefoot on the vast snow, and looked into the distance.

In that direction, a major earthquake is being experienced.

For some reason, in recent years, Zhou Fan has always been on a whim, and there is a sense of urgency.

"The dragon vein is about to be completed, and the cause and effect that should be solved is as soon as possible, and we have to hurry up to reach the consummation of the Fa Phase Realm.

This kid ...... Come if you want to come.

This Northern Shengong has merit.

I don't know from which classics my predecessors comprehended.

It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see it. ”

Zhou Fan muttered to himself, closed his eyes slightly, and quickly deduced and optimized the Northern Shengong that he had learned from Wang Chongyang's mind.

It's getting dark.

The wind is up.

The clouds are surging.

The grass and trees within a radius of dozens of miles all looked a little sluggish.

One by one, the vitality of the grass and trees was stripped of a part and poured towards Zhou Fan.

The sun also seemed to have turned into a special searchlight, and the parallel sunlight was condensed into a beam and shone on Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan felt that the spiritual power, true qi, and vitality in his body were constantly growing, which was several times faster than the meditation and cultivation that stopped at a moment's notice.

"Collect the aura of all things in heaven and earth, and absorb the essence of the sun, moon and stars.

Nine breaths of convincing, Cheng also.

Immortal Dao is promising. ”

With that, the suction is dissipated and everything is calm again.

The Nine Breaths of Convincing Qi can absorb the overflowing vitality of the plants and trees in the surrounding environment, as well as the energy of the sun, moon and stars.

In Zhou Fan's opinion, this can be regarded as an immortal cultivation method.

Having studied a supreme method again, Zhou Fan was still a little happy.

Like the Quanzhen Sect becoming the Great Song Dynasty National Sect, Wang Chongyang becoming the Great Song Dynasty National Teacher, and the Quanzhen Sect becoming the world's largest faction, these things failed to make Zhou Fan feel a trace of waves in his heart.

Shaking his head, his rickety body turned around and walked towards the wooden house, "People are old, they have experienced too much, and they lack emotions.

If the spiritual world wants to be rich, it can only be filled with truth. ”

Tiangang Sutra

Reversing the sun and the moon, moving the stars and changing the bucket, calling for the wind and rain, shaking the mountains and shaking the earth, driving the fog and clouds, descending the dragon and subduing the tiger, the law of the five thunders, the insight of the wall, pointing to the ground into steel, whipping the mountain and moving the stone, resurrecting the dead, mending the sky and bathing the sun, wandering the gods and controlling the qi, shrinking the abyss, holding the mountains and surpassing the sea, the golden light of the longitudinal land, the six doors of strange armor, the reverse knowledge of the future, standing without a shadow, flying to the trace, returning to the sky and returning to the sun, the five elements escape, the flowers bloom instantly, deriving Yuanyang, and the nine breaths of convincing.

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