The tribe of Xiaoyao Hou and Bingbing are both gifted, regardless of their qualifications and understanding, which are rare in the world, perhaps it is precisely because of this that they will be jealous of the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Xiaoyao Hou is Bingbing's elder brother, he has never taught Bingbing martial arts, Bingbing is less than eighteen years old just by relying on self-cultivation and self-realization, and his martial arts are no less than a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, which shows his outstanding talent.

In any case, it is much more enjoyable to teach a smart person than a fool.

Compared with Wang Dong's current attainments in martial arts, this is just a gesture, combined with Bingbing's own learning, it only took him half an hour to deduce and create a new one, which is the most suitable for Bingbing's root bones at this stage.

"Isn't the practice created casually inferior to any of today's secret classics?"

Bingbing saw it in his eyes, shocked in his heart, and carefully comprehended the new heart trick, the breath in his body flowed slowly, and the energy turned around like flowing clouds and water, without the slightest hindrance and condensation, as if a bird was flying in the sky and a fish crossing the water was so natural.

There are only a few of the top magic classics in the martial arts, such as the Shaolin Secret Yijin Sutra, the King Kong Immortal Skill, the Wudang Taijiquan Sutra, the internal strength of the Shenshui Palace Master Jellyfish Yin Ji, the wedding dress magic practiced by the hero Tie Zhongtang, the Demon Sect Secret Dictionary and so on.

Although Bingbing has never set foot in the rivers and lakes before, but there are heroes such as Xiaoyao Hou and many masters in the Doll Mountain Villa around her, she has a very high knowledge of martial arts, and immediately knows that this technique taken out by Wang Dong is not inferior to the top secret books on the rivers and lakes, and the most rare thing is that this mental method is tailor-made for her.

There are almost no barriers to her cultivation, and she can feel her own improvement at every moment.

The sun sets.

It's dusk again.

There are wisps of light and elegant tulip smell in the breeze, Chu Liuxiang seems to melt the whole person into the air, without the slightest weight, moving with the wind, the figure swayed slightly, and the person swept out a few feet away.

He was galloping.

If it is said that who has the highest martial arts in the rivers and lakes, there may be different opinions, but when it comes to light skills, I am afraid that more than ninety percent of the people in the rivers and lakes will only think of one person at the first time.

Stepping on the moon leaves no trace, stealing handsome Chu Liuxiang!

Chu Liuxiang's light skills have almost been rendered into a myth, and many people even believe that he is more agile than a bird and faster than a goshawk.

Only those who have really seen Chu Liuxiang's light skills will understand that this is not a groundless rumor.

However, Chu Liuxiang only hates himself now that he is still not fast enough, it is best to have the legendary ability to shrink the land into inches, and he can cross over to the South Shaolin Temple in one step.

During this period of time, Chu Liuxiang has been plagued by a mysterious case, the death of more than a dozen heroes of the rivers and lakes, the mystery of the theft of the 'Tianyi Shenshui' of the Shenshui Palace, and even the death of Nangong Ling, the leader of the beggar gang, by drinking poisoned wine in front of him.

This fog has now been revealed, but unfortunately Chu Liuxiang is not happy at all.

It's just that after all the mysteries are peeled off, the real culprit behind everything is actually a friend of his.

"Wuhua Wuhua, what kind of person are you?" Chu Liuxiang muttered to himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little urgent and worried in his heart, according to his speculation, Wuhua's next target was Master Tianfeng, the abbot of Putian Shaolin.

A bell rang, echoing between the mountains and forests in the wilderness, Chu Liuxiang was shocked, and looked forward, Putian Shaolin was in sight.

Although the Putian Shaolin Temple is not as magnificent as the Shaolin of Songshan, this ancient temple bathed in the vast twilight also has a mysterious beauty.

It's a pity that now this quiet and serene beauty has been broken by groups of people from all over the world.

Chu Liuxiang frowned, raised his eyes and looked around, and was taken aback in his heart.

"Am I late? After all, Master Tianfeng was still ...... succeeded by Wuhua's assassination. ”

These days, Chu Liuxiang has spent all his energy on tracking down the "mysterious black hand", but he has never heard of the deeds of the "Heavenly Demon Blood Hand".

I only saw a few solemn and majestic monks leading many monks outside the mountain gate of the temple, their faces were solemn, revealing the spirit of the law, and they were confronting the warriors of the rivers and lakes who came from all directions.

There are hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes who are congested at the Shaolin Mountain Gate, mixed with fish and dragons, three religions and nine streams, and the momentum is huge, swarming towards the Shaolin monks to oppress, and the situation is aggressive.

Chu Liuxiang swept away at a glance, and recognized no less than twenty famous masters, and finally his eyes were fixed on the gray-haired old monk in front of the group of monks, and he was secretly surprised.

"Master Tianming! I can't imagine that even his old man is out of the customs? ”

Chu Liuxiang took a breath, there are only three monks of the "Tian" generation in South Shaolin, Tianfeng of the position of the leader of the abbot, Tianhong who preaches and teaches, and although this Tianming is the senior brother of the first two, but the fame in the rivers and lakes is the lowest, it is said that Tianming has never left the temple half a step since he entered Shaolin, and in the past 30 years, he has lived in a simple place, only caring about retreat and meditation, refining Buddhism, even if the monks in the temple want to see him, it is extremely difficult.

And today, Master Ming made an exception to go out, obviously a major event in Shaolin, at this time Chu Liuxiang also realized that something was wrong, and the vision seemed to have nothing to do with Wuhua.

"That thing doesn't belong to you Shaolin, why do you take it for yourself?"

"The monks pay attention to the four major emptiness, but you bald donkeys are selfish and greedy, and you don't even agree to take them out and look at them?"

"Hand it over!!"

"If Shaolin doesn't give us an explanation today, we won't leave......!"

The crowd was noisy and shouting, the voices were mixed, and secretly I don't know how many people fanned the flames, and all the Shaolin monks couldn't help but clench the knives and sticks in their hands, and their faces were nervous.

In this situation, the sky and thunder stirred the earth, and no one could say whether it would detonate the melee at the next moment.

The gray-haired old monk Master Tianming's eyes were unwavering, but his face was as calm as dead wood and mud and stone, and he shouted Buddha's voice: "Amitabha!" That thing is the most yin and evil monster, once it spreads, it will only cause turmoil in the rivers and lakes, and the lives will be ruined, please go back, donors. ”

The old monk said slowly, his voice was unhurried, but it was as thought-provoking as the evening drum and morning bell, and in an instant, the hot atmosphere around him was lowered a little.

"Although Master Tianming is not famous, I am afraid that this Dharma cultivation is still above Master Tianfeng."

Chu Liuxiang's heart was awe-inspiring, but she was even more puzzled, "It's just that what is that thing they mentioned?" ”

While thinking like this, Chu Liuxiang's old strength gradually disappeared, and his figure slowly fell downward.

There was a carriage coming slowly on the mountain gate path, but the coachman who drove the horse was two old men dressed in red and green, the two old men were full of white hair, and their expressions were numb, as if they had been weathered and looked down on the world.

At such an age, you still have to run for a living, isn't this just the helplessness of people living in the world?

Chu Liuxiang sighed slightly, and his figure fell towards the roof of the carriage, his old strength was gone at the moment, but he wanted to set foot on the roof of the carriage to borrow a new force.

With just a tap of his toes, he can take advantage of the momentum to fly out again.