Facing Gu Mozhi's pleading, Zhou Fan nodded, after all, he was a Han in his past and present life, and helping Gu Mozhi could be regarded as making a little contribution to the nation.

Zhou Fan said to Gu Mozhi: "King Ming has been practicing for a long time, and he has already become terminally ill, and he needs to take strong medicine for serious illness, and he needs to disperse his skills on his own." ”

Gu Mozhi was stunned when he heard this, his whole person stiffened, and the scene of practicing martial arts from childhood to adulthood without fear of cold and heat flashed in his mind.

My own martial arts is not easy to come by, and I don't know how much blood and sweat I have shed during the period.

With his life at stake on the one hand, and martial arts that he had been chasing for most of his life, Kumachi struggled in his heart.

Zhou Fan looked at the sweaty Gu Mozhi and sighed, and said in his heart: This person's dedication to martial arts is far beyond ordinary people, no wonder he can withstand the pain and torture and be promoted to congenital, relying on that perseverance.

"That's it, King Ming can rest assured. After the old man waited for the Ming King to disperse the exercises, he passed on a set of exercises to the Ming King.

This skill is the old man's study of thousands of Buddhist scriptures and his understanding from them.

After the Ming King practiced, walking, sitting and lying could produce internal force, and he was practicing all the time.

If you take the initiative to cultivate internal strength, you can accumulate internal strength to the top of the class in less than a year.

King Ming already has the true intent of martial arts, and when the time comes, he will naturally be promoted to the innate level, which is your current realm. ”

After hearing this, Gu Mozhi was pleasantly surprised, and said, "Thank you, master." Then he did not hesitate to click through the acupoints around his body, reversed the exercises, and the true qi erupted from the meridian pores.

In a short time, Gu Mozhi's power was exhausted, the dantian was empty, and the whole person was a lot older from the point of view of the spirit.

"Look up. ”

Hearing this, Gu Mo Zhi instinctively raised his head and looked at Zhou Fan's dark and deep eyes.

Gu Mozhi felt that something was flowing out of Zhou Fan's eyes, penetrating his mind unconsciously.

It seems that infinite years have passed, and it seems that there is only a moment. When Kumachi came back to his senses, he realized that he had lost his mind just now.

And I don't remember the exercises I practiced before, only a lot of Buddhist scriptures and a martial art called Yi Jin Bone Forging Gong.

Such an unbelievable means, even if Bodhidharma is reincarnated, it may not be possible.

admired Zhou Fan even more in his heart, and immediately kowtowed to Zhou Fan three times and said: "Master Xuande is merciful, not only willing to save the life of the little monk, but also abandon the difference between sects and teach the little monk peerless magic skills, and the great kindness and virtue cannot be repaid." ”

"Amitabha, King Ming doesn't have to be polite, these seventy-two stunts, Yijin Sutra are all Shaolin exercises, and Xiao Wuxiang Gong is Taoist martial arts.

Without the permission of King Ming, Lao Qu made the decision for King Ming and helped King Ming forget these martial arts.

King Ming should study more Buddhist scriptures after that, when the old man taught Xuzhu this easy muscle forging bone skills, Xuzhu continued to combine its own Buddhism, only to reach today's realm.

King Ming may also be able to combine tantric Buddhism to create a martial art of his own and find his own way.

In the meantime, King Ming will return to Tantra and concentrate on studying Buddhism. After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and recited, and the intention of sending off the guest was not expressed.

After bowing, Gu Mozhi respectfully retreated, and gently closed the door for Zhou Fan before leaving.

After returning to Tibet, Gu Mozhi combined the Yi Jin Bone Forging Gong with the Tantric "Dragon Elephant Sutra" and "Prajna Sutra" to create his own exercises: Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong.

It's a pity that Gu Mozhi's martial arts obsession is too deep, in addition to being able to calm down and study Buddhism in the first few years, and then he began to emphasize martial arts and ignore Buddhism.

In just a few years, Kumazhi practiced to the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, but due to the lack of Buddhism, he was unable to break through to the tenth layer.

In the end, when his life was short, he forcibly broke through the tenth layer, causing his inner demons to rise suddenly, unable to control himself, dancing wildly for seven days and seven nights, and finally dying of his own heart.

Speaking of which, many monks have just been disbanded. Not long after, the Shaolin bell rang again, and today is destined to be the day of Shaolin's right and wrong.

In the same scene, the Shaolin monks gathered in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but at this time, Xuzhu obeyed Xuan Ci's orders and followed many of the first seats.

Obviously, after the matter of Fang Cai, the strength of Xuzhu is obvious to all and should be taken seriously.

In terms of martial arts, Xuzhu can be said to be the first person in Shaolin on the bright side. In terms of Buddhism, Xuzhu was originally a monk, and in these years, everyone has also seen his profound Buddhist skills.

At this moment, there have been hundreds of heroes and heroes in front of the hall, Xuan Ci led the monks to give a salute to such a martial arts person, and then asked: "It is an honor for Shaolin to come to this temple."

I don't know what happened when everyone came from afar. ”

An old man with a gray face in the crowd said to him: "The old man was invited to come to Shaolin by the new leader of the Beggar Gang, as if he wanted me to wait to witness something." ”

This person is a friend that Xuan Ci made when he traveled to the rivers and lakes many years ago.

Decades have passed, Xuan Ci is still a little impressed, and immediately thanked him. Now that you know the reason, then wait patiently for the Lord to come and see what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd.

Martial arts heroes from all over the country came one after another, and were introduced into the front yard of the Daxiong Treasure Hall by the Zhike monks.

Suddenly, the Zhike monk shouted: "Duan Yu, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, has arrived with his disciples. ”

When the Shaolin monks heard this, they only said that they were a little familiar, and suddenly remembered that when Fang Cai Xuzhu wanted to abolish the Jiu Mo Zhi martial arts, he said that Duan Yu was his righteous brother and the head of the Carefree faction.

And no one in the Central Plains martial arts has heard of the Xiaoyao faction at all, thinking that the head of a small sect has come to see the disciples of the sect.

I saw Duan Yu's black hair tied with a white ribbon, a snow-white satin, a smooth and fair face, and an angular cold handsomeness, which overshadowed everyone around him, exuding a noble and gentle temperament like a pearl.

Duan Yu walked through the crowd, and everyone unconsciously got out of the way. Before coming to the main hall, he smiled at the virtual bamboo on the stone steps and said, "Second brother, don't come unharmed." ”

Xuzhu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I haven't seen you for a few days, but the third brother is getting more and more handsome."

While the heroes from all walks of life have not yet gathered, you and I brothers will go elsewhere first. ”

Duan Yu asked the disciples to wait here, and then followed Xuzhu to a stone table in the backyard and sat down.

It turned out that after Duan Yu expired his filial piety period, he went to the Vulture Palace alone.

At that time, Xuzhu and Grandma Tong were still in Tianlong Temple, and it happened that the man-made rebellion of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands was about to kill the top of the Vulture Palace.

Duan Yu immediately made a move, defeated this group of rabble, and defended the Vulture Palace. After that, he sat in the Vulture Palace until Grandma Tong returned to the Vulture Palace.

And under the training of Grandma Tong in all aspects, Duan Yu not only learned peerless martial arts such as Tianshan Folding Plum Hands and Tianshan Six Yang Palms, but also completely changed from a son-in-law who once did not know the height of the sky to a faction that can really take on great responsibilities.

After a while, there were bursts of shouts, "The old immortal of the stars, the magic is boundless, the old immortal of the stars, the law drives the Central Plains." ”

Duan Yu and Xuzhu glanced at each other, then got up and came to the front yard of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

I saw that behind the crowd, Ding Chunqiu was lying on a sedan chair, with a gray beard, shallow wrinkles, and a pair of eyes that were always smiling, all of which made people think that he was an amiable and enlightened person.

Duan Yu was not in a hurry, with one hand behind his back and the other in front of his waist, his dark eyes glowing with cold light like ice, just looking at Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu found out about Duan Yu, and he didn't pay much attention to it, in his impression, he was just a son and brother who knew a little about martial arts.

Immediately afterwards, the monk shouted: "Gusu Murong came to worship the temple." ”

There was a commotion in everyone, Gusu Murong was famous in the rivers and lakes, and today he finally got his true face.

But the Shaolin monks were angry, after all, it was rumored that Gusu Murong had killed Master Xuanbei of Shaolin.

It's just that many heroes gather here, and they can't lose their Shaolin bearing, so they can only endure it secretly.

Murong Fu's jet-black hair was combed in a neat bun on the top of his head, nestled in a delicate white jade crown, and a pale green silk crown band hung down from both sides of the jade crown, and a flowing knot was tied on the lower forehead.

led the four ministers and Wang Yuyan, who had a beautiful posture and a beautiful appearance, walked towards the front of the hall.

Along the way, he also smiled and greeted each other with heroes from all walks of life, appearing polite and approachable.

If it was two or three months ago, Duan Yu would definitely run to Wang Yuyan's side and speak softly to him.

It's just that Duan Yu is now, his eyes haven't moved too much, and he still stays on Ding Chunqiu.

Wang Yuyan, who was walking in the crowd, inadvertently saw Duan Yu and thought: Why didn't Duan Gongzi come over to greet me, I'm afraid he didn't see me.

If you see me later, you will definitely come forward and entangle me again.

But why do you suddenly feel that Duan Gongzi looks better than before.

Oh, Wang Yuyan, what are you thinking?

Wang Yuyan, who was rich in inner drama, stomped her feet unconsciously, and then came back to her senses, and her face instantly turned red.

After Murong Fu next to him saw it, he thought that his cousin had snubbed her because he had greeted the heroes and heroes.

smiled slightly, took Wang Yuyan's hand, and came to the front of the hall together.

Soon after, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance. The sound of hooves became louder and louder, four yellow cloth flags rose from the edge of the cliff, and four horses rushed up the mountain, each holding a flag in his hand, waving in the wind.

On the four yellow flags are five big black letters: "Beggar Gang Zhuang Gang Leader." "The four horses stood on the edge of the cliff, and the rider turned over and dismounted, and inserted the yellow rider on all sides at the highest point on the cliff.

The four of them were all dressed as beggars, carrying cloth bags, holding flagpoles, and not saying a word.

The heroes saw the momentum of the four yellow flags arrogantly dominating the rivers and lakes, and the vigorous and fierce skills of the four people made people feel awe-inspired.

As soon as the yellow flag was erected, more than 100 horses galloped up the mountain, and the first riders were more than 100 six-bag disciples, followed by thirty or forty seven-bag disciples, and more than ten eight-bag disciples.

After a while, it was four elders carrying nine bags on their backs, all of whom silently turned over and dismounted, lined up on both sides.

The people in the beggar gang never ride a horse or a carriage except for important matters, and the pomp and circumstance in front of them are no different from ordinary high-rollers.

But when I heard the sound of hooves, two young and healthy horses came side by side. On the left is a girl in a purple shirt, bright and bright, but her eyes are gloomy.

Immediately on the right is a man in a brocade robe and an iron helmet.

The identity of the comer is about to come out: Zhuang! Gathering! Xian!