Gina slowly lowered her head and said, "I...... Am I in trouble? Her voice was a little choked, and you can imagine the tears in her eyes gathering again, soaking her eyes red. She stared at the tips of her shoes, her feet slightly stepped, so apprehensive, which made people pity.

Zhuo Wangsun sighed: "The disaster has already been broken, it is useless to blame you more, you can only make amends for your mistakes." ”

Gina raised her face, tears glistening in her eyes: "Can it be remedied?" That sister is so pitiful, what kind of illness did she have? ”

Zhuo Wangsun said lightly: "You don't have to care about this. I have something for you to do. ”

Gina said happily, "What's the matter?" You say, I'll do my best! ”

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "You can't do anything now. You learn swordsmanship first, and then I'll tell you what to do. ”

Gina frowned and said, "Learning swords, swords are not fun at all, what do you learn to do?" It cuts my hands all the time. ”

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "As long as you are willing to work hard, how could the disciples I teach let the sword cut off their hands?" ”

He's going to teach her swordsmanship himself?

Gina's face lifted in surprise.

Following. Dan Shuge.

Zhuo Wangsun stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Someone has invaded the Taihao Formation, do you know about this?" ”

Yan Daoming bowed down and said, "My subordinates also just knew. This person's martial arts are extremely high, and he is extremely familiar with the Taihao Array, and there is almost no trace left. It's just that this person didn't expect that the pavilion master had already transformed the Taihao array, so he was still discovered by the Qiu Xuanyue lord. ”

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "In your opinion, how many people are suspected of this?" ”

Yan Daoming said: "First of all, the person in the bluestone prison. If he breaks the Taixuan chain of his collarbone and returns to the palace, he is afraid that the Taihao Array will really not be able to trap him. However, it has been explored yesterday, and the bluestone prison is as usual, and the person has not escaped. The Pavilion Master naturally has this kind of power, but he must not come in and out of it. Then, there are only two possibilities. ”

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "Go on." ”

Yan Daoming said: "The first possibility is that Bu Jianchen has been resurrected. The transformation of this four-day array, which had existed for hundreds of years, into a defensive circle that was intertwined and acted as a barrier to each other, was proposed and planned by the Pavilion Master. Later, although it was improved in many ways, it did not jump out of its trap after all. It is very possible that the master of the pavilion will be able to enter and exit in it calmly. The second possibility is that Mrs. Ji Yunshang Ji left the Yunnan Mandala Sect and came from the border. Before Mrs. Ji left Huayin Pavilion and joined the Mandala Sect, she was friendly with the master of the Pavilion, and Mrs. Ji was an important minister in the cabinet at the beginning, so she handed over a copy to Mrs. Ji when the four-day array was first formed. Therefore, Mrs. Ji was very suspicious. ”

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "Is there anyone else?" ”

Yan Daoming shook his head and said: "These four heavenly arrays are exquisite, and they are definitely not something that human beings can resist, no matter how high the martial arts are, they can't pass through alone." The prison is closed, the master of the pavilion is dead, and the person who invaded the Taihao array, Mrs. Ji is the most suspicious. ”

Zhuo Wangsun groaned and said, "What is the news of the hidden pile of the Mandala Sect in Yunnan?" ”

Yan Daoming smiled bitterly: "This is what I don't understand the most." The news came from the dark pile that their sect leader ascended to the temple on time every day, and it never stopped! ”

Zhuo Wangsun raised his eyes, looked deeply at the huge white tiger skin, and said for a long time: "In this way, we have to arrange it well." ”

Noon.

Gina happily stood in the small flower garden in front of the Void Life White Moon Palace, there were more than a dozen swords behind her, these swords were different, they were originally prepared by Zhuo Wangsun for Gina to choose, but he didn't expect that what the sword looked like was meaningless to Gina, because she didn't understand swords at all, not at all. In her mind, swords are the same as knives, both are used to cut meat and eat when cooking.

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "The sword move of this school is called Chunshui Sword Method, which is unique in the martial arts of each school, focusing on the heart method, not the moves. As long as you comprehend the mental method, the sword and sword are the supreme tricks. ”

Gina's chick nodded her head like a peck of rice.

Zhuo Wang Sun said again: "The Spring Water Sword Technique was created by the first pavilion master of Huayin Pavilion at the end of the Sui Dynasty, Jian Lao. The Lord of the Jian Pavilion was known as the Sword God back then, and he fought more than 1,000 battles in his life, and he never tasted defeat. From the age of twelve, he began to use swords, and by the age of thirty, he was proficient in almost all swordsmanship. He is known as a martial arts wizard by the people of the rivers and lakes. This set of swordsmanship was created by the master of Jian Pavilion when he was thirty-three years old, and it combines the essence of the world's martial arts, which is more exquisite than Shaolin's Dharma swordsmanship and Wudang's Liangyi swordsmanship. In the second year, the master of the Jian Pavilion changed his name to Jian Chunshui, built his own Huayin Pavilion, accepted five disciples, and introduced the Chunshui swordsmanship into the rivers and lakes. Next year, the Demon Sect will attack, and the Lord of the Jian Pavilion will send the youngest disciple, and the lonely Vulture Peak will challenge the Demon Sect, defeating more than 50 people from the Demon Sect in a row, and the name of the Spring Water Sword Technique will spread all over the rivers and lakes, and the reputation of Huayin Pavilion will be as good as the sky. ”

Gina looked at him dumbfoundedly, apparently not understanding too much.

Zhuo Wangsun ignored it and continued: "This set of Spring Water Sword Technique focuses on the use of gods, so it is not more important than moves. Where the world's swordsmanship, what kind of white crane bright wings, flat sand and falling geese, but from a certain moment, it is only a sword three feet long, one inch wide, no matter what kind of sword move he uses, no matter how fast the speed is, how high the internal force, this sword is only three feet long, one inch wide, not one point more, not one point less. As long as you deeply realize this, you have already obtained the essence of the Spring Water Sword Technique. Therefore, the Chunshui swordsmanship can also be described as a sword of separation, that is, from Lu Li's colorful sword moves, the sword is isolated, and then the sword and the move are used to crack him. Can you hear me? ”

Gina nodded and said, "This truth is very simple, I can understand it." That is to say, whether it is split, cut, killing, chopping meat, sword or sword, as long as you can bypass it and prevent these three feet and inches from catching up with you, then you will win. ”

Zhuo Wangsun smiled: "Although your statement is vulgar, it means like this. The twelve moves of the spring water swordsmanship are the thawing of the glacier, the cold duck playing in the water, the diving of the charming abyss, the sound of Feihong Yuanyin, the shadow of the dream flower, the moon Liufang, the Qudu Zhouheng, the Xiaopu fishing singing, the green Dai Yanluo, the red neon cloud makeup, the rainbow outside the sky, and the waves of the pearl. Each move has a basic swordsmanship, called 'shape', from this basic swordsmanship to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship, called 'god', by the god and differentiation, can be multiplied into thousands of shapes, is to spring water swordsmanship although only twelve styles, when facing the enemy can be ever-changing, endless. You go and get a sword. ”

Gina hurriedly hugged the sword, Zhuo Wangsun stretched out his hand to take it, and said, "Look, this is only three feet and one inch, and there are gaps up and down, left and right, and the opponent can easily attack it." His hand holding the long sword shook, and the sword light twisted into a curtain of light in front of his chest.

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "As soon as you use it like this, you will no longer be able to defend against the opponent's attack just three feet and one inch." His left hand suddenly pierced out, and it was unexpectedly interspersed three times in the light curtain without damage. Said: "But if the opponent grasps the timing well and makes a move fast enough, this sword is still only three feet and one inch in the eyes of the opponent." So it's useless to be fast. ”

He struck out with a palm, and the fallen leaves fell one after another with a "bang", and Zhuo Wang Sun's swordsmanship unfolded, each sword was not particularly fast, clear, but not a single leaf could fall above his head. He said, "If you use it properly, then if your sword is everywhere, it will be more than three feet, thirty feet, and three hundred feet." Where you want it to be, it's there. This is the essence of the first glacial thaw, you are so curious. ”

Gina tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "I don't understand very much." ”

Zhuo Wangsun said: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, practice more, practice makes perfect." He took another sword and handed it to her, saying, "You have come to attack me." ”

Gina looked at her hand and said, "What should I do if I cut you?" ”

Zhuo Wangsun smiled slightly, "Don't worry, you won't hurt me." ”

Gina hesitated: "Then I'll cut it." ”

Zhuo Wangsun smiled and expressed encouragement. Gina slashed at it crookedly with her sword.

Zhuo Wang Sun suddenly shouted: "Be serious! Gina was stunned, stopped and didn't cut, Zhuo Wangsun raised his hand, and the tip of the sword was already pointed under Gina's chin. The cold air was like a needle, penetrating through her heart, although Gina knew that Zhuo Wangsun would not kill her, but the feeling of fear still rushed towards her.

Zhuo Wangsun put away his sword: "Attack again!" ”

Gina gasped, and between exhaling and inhaling, the feeling of fear suddenly contracted into her heart, turning into a wisp of stinging pain that quickly led to her right hand. With a flash of cold light, the sword went to the center and stabbed out suddenly!

Zhuo Wangsun let out a "huh", and on the side of his body, he also raised his hand and stabbed out. The two swords brushed closely, and it seemed that the speed was not very fast, but as soon as Gina's sword pierced Zhuo Wangsun's elbow, Zhuo Wangsun's sword had already reached her chin.

Zhuo Wang Sun said: "You see, it doesn't need to be much faster. Collect the sword and say: "Attack again." ”

Gina screamed, and a sword slashed straight down. Zhuo Wangsun horizontal sword, Gina is another coquettish reprimand, turning straight into horizontal cutting, Zhuo Wangsun oblique sword, Gina and the body pounced, and even people with a sword to Zhuo Wangsun crashed. Zhuo Wang Sun floated away, and Gina chased after him with a shout. Zhuo Wangsun frowned, and with a sword level, he pointed at Jina's chin again.

Gina panted and said, "Are you scared?" ”

Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help but laugh and said, "The sword is on your head, why should I be afraid?" ”

Gina said: "Don't be afraid, then take away the sword, and we will fight again." Isn't it just learning swords, what's so scary, I'll learn hard! ”

Zhuo Wangsun's hand shook slightly, and the tip of the sword emitted a clear sound of Luan Feng, and the sword body suddenly became hazy. Zhuo Wangsun shook a few times, and several sword flowers swung out in front of Gina. Under the morning sun, the sword flower was dazzling, bright and incomprehensible, a kind of cold and majestic aura burst out, this sharp sword move burst out with a deadly beauty, almost making people who saw it have a sense of suffocation.

Gina's throat tightened, and she couldn't speak any more.

Zhuo Wangsun sneered: "This is also the power of the Spring Water Sword Technique. If you devote yourself to learning, it will not be difficult to crack my trick. But if you give up on yourself like you did just now, I can control your mind with one move, and pierce your body with another move! In front of this trick, you are just a bug ant. ”

Gina said angrily, "I'm not! ”

Zhuo Wangsun put away his sword and smiled indifferently: "I never listen to other people's arguments. Speak with your sword. ”

Gina snorted, threw the sword on the ground, stepped on it fiercely, and said, "Break the sword, break the sword!" Stretched out his hand to Zhuo Wangsun and said, "I want your sword!" Your sword is good. If I use it, I will beat you! ”

Wuyue Palace.

Meng Tiancheng came back from Wudang Mountain, and when he saw Riyao, he couldn't help but change color in shock.

I saw that she was half-floating in the water, and her whole body was a gray color, and she was covered with wrinkles. Her long, black hair had become dull and floated limply in the water, like a pile of decaying aquatic plants. Her body at the moment is like a zombie that has long since died, but has borrowed mana to revive her soul, and it will rot and stink at any time.

What's even more terrifying is that the head on her left side has completely shrunk and become the size of a fist, hanging limply from her neck, and has turned black. The face of the head on the right is paler than paper.

Although Meng Tiancheng has always hated these two people, they have not seen each other for a few days, they have become like this, and he can't help but feel a chill in his heart, and he wants to speak: "You ......"

The head on the right looked up at him weakly, and his originally soft and graceful voice became hoarse: "Damn the national teacher, he actually put us on the altar and was tortured for seven days and seven nights, and took half of my flesh and blood. My whole body is now emptied, and it hurts to my bones when I move. And it will take a year for my sister to wake up......" Her eyes suddenly sharpened, and she gritted her teeth and said: "If we recover our divine power one day, the first one will be to break him into ten thousand pieces!" Before she could finish speaking, she coughed violently, as if she was about to vomit out of her heart.

After a long time, she relieved her breath and said in a gossamer voice: "Fortunately, he finally kept his promise and handed over the Haotian Order to me." ”

Meng Tiancheng looked down and saw that she was holding a white token firmly in her gray, thin hand, as if it was the last straw, once she grabbed it, she would never let go.

Meng Tiancheng looked at her with a little disgust and pity in his expression.

After a long time, Riyao's voice calmed down, and he gasped: "Have you seen the third elder of Wudang?" ”

Meng Tiancheng nodded: "They said that they have not forgotten the promise of the year, and they will definitely go to the Songshan Conference as scheduled in January." ”

Riyao nodded: "Fortunately, you did not fail in your mission this time. You must know that the prince's invincible martial arts in the world are all on the three of them......" As soon as he said a few words, he coughed again.

Meng Tiancheng was silent.

He couldn't think of anything to do with the martial arts of the prince.

Riyao looked at him, and a weak smile appeared on his face: "Good job this time, I will say a lot of good words to the prince on your behalf." Her strength at this time was not as strong as before, and her attitude towards Meng Tiancheng had also eased.

Meng Tiancheng snorted slightly coldly: "If the prophet has nothing else to do, he will retire first." ”

"Stop!" Riyao hissed and shouted, and Meng Tiancheng stopped.

Riyao gasped for a long time before he came up with a false smile and said softly: "You immediately escort me to Shaolin, I will take Haotian Ling to meet the abbot Lao Bald Donkey, and let him prepare for the second martial arts conference." ”

On the twelfth day of the month, at night.

The sky full of moonlight and the light white clothes shine on the shore of Mozhi Lake, the largest body of water in Huayin Pavilion.

Yang Yizhi stood at the water's edge, and the night wind lifted his snow-like clothes, making his whole person look extremely noble, like a fairy walking on the smoke waves.

It's just that there is a faint loneliness and sadness in his eyes, just like the slight clouds in the autumn sky, sprinkled around the bright moon, dyed the loneliness of the bright moon, but it also makes the moonlight out of the last mundane dust, so dusty, so clear.

Crossing this water, you will enter the core area of Huayin Pavilion.

However, this largest forbidden place in the martial arts is surprisingly calm. There were no guards, no organs, and even the legendary four-day victory formation that had guarded Huayin Pavilion for hundreds of years was not touched in the slightest.

Huayin Pavilion under the moon is so beautiful and secluded, and there is no mystery or sinister in the legend at all. Even on the shore of the empty Mozhi Lake, there is a small boat tied to it, which seems to welcome the arrival of guests.

Yang Yizhi did not immediately get on board. He stood quietly by the water's edge, as if thinking about something.

The moonlight moved slightly, casting a slender figure in front of him.

He still looked at Hubo and didn't look back.

A cold voice came: "You really didn't miss the appointment." ”

Yang Yizhi smiled faintly: "It's just that I didn't come for Fairy Lou." ”

Lou Xinyue was slightly stunned, and there was a faint loss in the depths of her eyes, this loss flashed, and instantly returned to frosty coldness: "I'm here for you." ”

Yang Yizhi turned his head and said, "For me? ”

Lou Xinyue involuntarily turned her gaze away. Because, even she who has been in a deep heart for many years can't look at him: "Do you know where you are now?" ”

Yang Yizhi smiled and said, "I'm in Huayin Pavilion." ”

Lou Xinyue gently stroked the shallow sword mark at the center of her eyebrows, which was the wound he left half a month ago.

She looked at the lake wave and said quietly: "Yes, this is Huayin Pavilion." The most mysterious forbidden place in the martial arts, and your worst enemy. ”

She Huo Ran looked up at him: "You are in charge of the righteous path of martial arts, and you are inseparable from Huayin Pavilion, but now for a girl who met in Pingshui, you put yourself in the most sinister situation, think about your identity, your duty, is it worth it?" ”

Yang Yizhi: "My promise is worth it." ”

Lou Xinyue took a deep breath and said, "What if this person is not Gina, but someone else?" ”

Yang Yizhi: "It's the same for everyone. If I see it, I will help. ”

Lou Xinyue looked at him in a daze, and couldn't help but think of the widely spread legend on the rivers and lakes.

A year ago, it was he, an unknown teenager, who resolutely stood up in order to save the entire martial arts and faced off against an alien master whose martial arts were like gods and demons.

At that moment, his white clothes, which were as white as snow, were also mixed with wind and dust.

At that moment, his peerless face was stained with blood.

But at that moment, his demeanor has since captivated all living beings and become the most exciting legend in martial arts.

You are the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he is still the same as he was at the beginning, a small boat, dressed in white, floating among the rivers and lakes, lonely and lonely. To him, the monstrous power and wealth are just clouds in the sky.

No one knew what he was asking for.

Perhaps, he was born to save and protect others.

After a long time, Lou Xinyue shook her head: "I was defeated by your sword, I know your martial arts, and I admire your personality." But do you understand, this is Huayin Pavilion! If the Pavilion Master orders and launches all the formations and mechanisms, even if you are a god, you will not be able to retreat with your whole body, not to mention the Pavilion Master himself! ”

She raised her voice slightly, "Are you really sure you can beat him?" ”

Yang Yizhi: "No." He replied without hesitation. But he set his eyes on the distant sky and said lightly, "It's just that I believe that if he wants to fight me, he will never fake the strength of others, and he will not be in Huayin Pavilion." ”

Lou Xinyue was speechless for a while.

Yang Yizhi and Zhuo Wangsun are completely two kinds of people. They are like the two poles of light and darkness, facing each other and standing side by side in this world.

But she couldn't have imagined that the words of these two people could be so similar.

She pondered for a long time, and finally nodded: "Since you have made up your mind, I will no longer stop you." ”

Yang Yiyi smiled: "Thank you Fairy Lou." ”

Lou Xinyue's face gradually turned cold as usual, and said, "When you go to Huayin Pavilion, I don't know if you can leave alive." So, while you can perform your swordsmanship, I want you to do one thing for me. Her words were direct and ominous, but they sounded very sincere, without any intimidation or cursing.

Yang Yizhi nodded: "Fairy Lou, please speak." ”

Lou Xinyue said: "I have no desires in my life, and my only wish is to forge a good sword that is unique in the past and present." Although sword forging is regarded as a trail, it is actually deeply mysterious. You must have the best materials, hearts and minds. ”

She sighed softly: "I once went to the Northern Underworld, and it took two years to break through the hundred pieces of solid ice and take out a piece of sinking iron from it. This piece of immersion iron has been in my room for three years, and has not been forged, because I have not yet waited for the opportunity to open a furnace for it. ”

Yang Yizhi said: "For a piece of dark iron, he can live in the ice and snow wasteland for several years, and with such perseverance, the fairy is worthy of being the best craftsman in the world." ”

Lou Xinyue's expression was a little solemn: "I have good materials and ingenuity, but unfortunately I have never been able to comprehend the world's first-class sword intent as a mold, and it is a good material in the air, and I have not done it." ”

Yang Yizhi: "Mold? ”

Lou Xinyue said: "The peerless divine soldier is like an immortal poem, and its birth is not so much the credit of the creator, but their persistence that moved the heavens. The heavens want to borrow their hands to complete their own works. Therefore, this so-called mold is nothing more than a dark oracle given by God to the craftsmen, which is issued by all things in heaven and earth, so that they can imitate it. In the past, the cadre Mo Ye and his wife, the Dream God Dragon swam outside the sky, using the dragon shape as the model, forging into an eternal divine soldier; Contemporary master Zhong Shizi, listening to the pine wind resounding in the ten thousand gullies, took the pine wave as an example, and cast a peerless famous sword. What I lack is such a mold, a sword intent that is resounding all over the world. ”

Yang Yizhi smiled and said: "Fairy Lou's high theory is really the essence of swordsmanship, and it is definitely not a small skill of carving insects that can be determined. I just don't know what I can do? ”

Lou Xinyue looked at him, and there were ripples in her frosty eyes: "The mold I'm looking for is you." ”

Yang Yizhi was not surprised, but said lightly: "Me? ”

Lou Xinyue said: "In today's rivers and lakes, among the people who can be called 'swordsman', only Yang Mengzhu does not use a sword. Legend has it that the Lord of the Yang League used the power of the wind and the moon to turn into an invisible sword and win a thousand miles. She looked up at the full moon in the sky and said slowly: "The wind and the moon are the sword, not only the power of the world, but also the wind and flow that dominate the world. No one dares to see it, but no one wants to see it. ”

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Although I was fortunate to learn one or two lessons last time, I only blamed myself for not being proficient in learning, and if I was not careful, I was seriously injured, and I haven't had time to appreciate this kind of wind and moon, so I deeply regret it." ”

Yang Yizhi couldn't help but sigh lightly when he heard her talk about the serious injury half a month ago, and his face also showed a little apology.

Lou Xinyue's voice was cold: "Now, the Lord of the Yang League has broken into Huayin Pavilion alone, facing unexpected dangers, and I don't know if there is a chance to see you again." If this sword can't be born, it is not only my regret, but also the loss of the world's swordsmanship, so I have the courage to beg for each other, hoping that the Lord of the Yang League will wield three swords for me under the light wind and moon. Let me carefully taste the best of this sword, and also appreciate the great beauty of this wind and moon, so as to forge a truly ancient and peerless sword, and from then on I have wished. ”

She looked at Yang Yizhi, as if waiting for him to answer.

Yang Yizhi groaned slightly.

Three swords?

Everyone in the world knows that he only uses one move against the enemy.

Under this move, countless top masters hated defeat, and he never missed.

However, few people know that his martial arts are extremely special, and in a few hours, he can only use one sword.

This sword is strong in the world, but once it is swung, his whole person will be as weak as a child. Within a day, even if you barely reluctantly make a cohesive shot, the power will be much less than before.

The three swords mean that within three days, it is impossible for him to have the strength to fight against Zhuo Wangsun.

Moonlit water flows over the waves of the lake.

Huayin Pavilion.

After all, he was in the most powerful, mysterious, and legendary Huayin Pavilion in the martial arts.

To put yourself completely unprotected in the eyes of a strong enemy, no matter who it is, you can't help but hesitate.

Lou Xinyue looked at Yang Yizhi and said slowly: "There is such a story in the Jin Dynasty, the famous man Wang Huizhi heard that Huan Ziye was good at playing the flute, but they didn't know each other. A chance encounter, Wang Huizhi asked Huan Ziye to play, at that time Huan Ziye was already an official and noble, but still turned back and got off the car, played three tunes for Huizhi, after the end of the song, they left, and the guest and the host did not say a word. This matter is a good story for the ages, and there is still a wind after a thousand years. ”

A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, as if she was still intoxicated by the distant Wei and Jin dynasties, and a light sigh flowed out like a breeze: "I yearn for it." ”

Yang Yizhi smiled faintly.

The moonlight sprinkled a little halo on his long flying hair, setting off his peerless face as illusory as it was real, not like a man in the world. The water rose and changed, and his clothes looked like falling snow in the moonlight, not stained with dust.

He stretched out his hand gently, and between his slender fingers, a halo of light was flowing silently.

At that moment, the night wind held its sigh, and Mingyue retreated in panic.

All things in heaven and earth seem to be superior to his light.

He smiled faintly, and the light in his hand dissipated in the wind like fireworks: "Today, the moon is not in full bloom, and it is not appropriate to use a sword." At this time tomorrow, the fairy of the terminal is on the shore of Mozhi Lake. ”

Songshan, Shaolin.

The bell of Shaolin Temple seemed to be the only sound in the sky, echoing on Shaolin Mountain and reaching the ears of Master Tanzong. He listened a little distractedly. Recently, the rivers and lakes have sprung up, and dozens of young heroes have emerged, like peerless wonders, blooming with bright light, and when reflected, he looks a little old.

According to legend, the Shaolin Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, should have been the mainstay of the rivers and lakes, but now, who can afford him as the abbot of Shaolin? He couldn't help but sigh, if it weren't for the Tianluo Sect sweeping the martial arts, the classics of the Shaolin Temple were swept away, why did the Shaolin Temple end up in today's field?

How could Yang Yizhi take away the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance?

Master Tanzong remembered the first time he saw Yang Yizhi four years ago. It was a cold day with heavy snow, he took a hard steamed bun and gave it to a young man who fainted from hunger at the bottom of the mountain, he did not thank him at the time, and after eating, he continued to walk south.

Four years later, this young man actually returned to the Central Plains, and with a sword, he defeated the invincible Tianzhu master Zha Luoyana and won the title of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Of course, what he was convinced of was this young man's martial arts, not his status.

In his eyes, the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is only worthy of him, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

This was the matter on the mind of Master Tanzong, and he had never said it to anyone. He is a high monk, and what he envies is not personal honor, but the glory of Shaolin. It is his deepest wish to be able to make Shaolin Temple the number one faction in the world again. He can even do anything for this wish.

However, now he can't do anything, because, after losing the seventy-two masterpieces of Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Kung Fu plummeted, even with his understanding, it is just the level of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

There are dozens of first-class masters on the rivers and lakes, no matter how you count them, which is far from enough.

Master Tanzong's true qi ran with the bells of the twilight night, until the dew of the autumn night soaked his robe, and then he finished his work and walked slowly to the backyard. Every day before he went to sleep, he would go to the well in the backyard and sit in meditation for two hours. He practiced kung fu so diligently, hoping that one day he would be able to attain enlightenment and recreate the seventy-two masterpieces.

He even used asceticism to pray for the Buddha's favor.

The ancient well was covered with moss, and on the slippery bluestone in front of the well, there was a dilapidated futon, and there was nothing else. The moment he stepped close to the ancient well, he suddenly stopped.

On the edge of the moss-scarred well, traces of water were soaked, and the futon in front of it was soaked all the way.

A well of autumn water seems to be suddenly full of water, under the light of the cold moon and clear light, a pale cyan brilliance flows, in the middle of the wellhead glittering coalescing, steaming up a three-foot-large mist, still silently turning.

In the middle of the mist, there were thousands of dry black hairs, stretched and entwined, faintly wriggling, like living creatures. The black hair was curled together, and none of them had penetrated the periphery of the mist, forming a huge oval. Suddenly, the sound of water moved, and clear waves overflowed, and the huge black egg cut a two-foot-long crack in the middle, revealing a baby-like head.

The skull could be seen propped up by a clump of jagged bones, soaked in mist, slowly wriggling, as if sucking in the nutrients it needed to survive from the overflowing well water. And the baby-like face, unusually pale and unusually beautiful, the jade-like skin, reflecting the faint moonlight, as if shrouded in a layer of flickering water.

It's just that next to this beautiful head, there is another head the size of a fist.

The skull suddenly turned black, as if it was a cancer that had long been corrupted, and compared with the beautiful face next to it, it looked even more strange and terrifying.

This monster who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost, just coiled at the mouth of the well, and as soon as Master Tanzong came in, his cold and lightning-like gaze stabbed straight into his face like a sharp blade.

Master Tanzong boasted of his superb Zen skills, and when he was illuminated by this gaze, he couldn't help but shudder, as if all the secrets in his heart had been seen through.

A smile appeared on Riyao's face and said, "Master Tanzong, you don't have to be afraid. ”

Master Tan Zong held back the tremors in his heart and said, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" ”

Riyao lightly "shh ”

Master Tan Zong sneered: "Demons and monsters, so you are making a mystery!" Don't get out of here, or I'll use the Dharma to get rid of you! ”

Riyao's hoarse voice said coldly, "Don't you believe it? So you see what it is. ”

As he spoke, the water roared, and the black egg wrapped in black hair suddenly parted from the middle, and a shrunken arm stretched out, holding a white token on it. She let go slowly, and the token landed on the ground with a few crunching sounds.

Master Tanzong only glanced at it, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Haotian Order! ”

Riyao's weak laughter continued: "You are very knowledgeable." But I'm afraid that even you don't know what these four days are for. ”

Master Tan Zong struggled to lift his gaze from the token, looking at the mist at the mouth of the well, and the black shadows that flickered in the mist. His voice was full of desire: "Please teach the benefactor." ”

Riyao moved her body and crouched more comfortably on the water, the autumn wind was blowing, and the surrounding trees cast shadows on her pale face: "The four heavenly orders together are a treasure map. What is hidden is the secret treasure of the Tianluo Sect! ”

Master Tan Zong shook his head and said with some disdain: "Who doesn't know this secret? It's a pity that the treasure of Tianluo has already been dug up! ”

Riyao shook his head and said, "You really only know one thing, but you don't know the other." Two years ago, the Tianluo Sect relied on the Tianluo Secret Treasure to run rampant all over the world, and then the Tianluo Sect was destroyed, and those treasures were still buried, not only not less, but more Tianluo Sect in the past two years newly collected secrets, including the refining method of the Shadow of the Secret Demon, the seventy-two unique arts and the sword spectrum of Wudang, Kongtong, and Emei that were plundered from the Shaolin Temple that year. ”

Before she could finish speaking, Master Tanzong's gaze changed. If just now his gaze was only greed, now it is depravity. He's had had enough of losing all his secrets, and now that he suddenly has a chance to get more, it's no wonder he's going crazy.

He suddenly made a move, grabbed Haotian Ling in his hand, raised it in front of him, and looked at it carefully. The token was white and crystalline, like white jade.

The priceless He's Bi does not have such an attractive luster.

Master Tan Zong looked at it, and Yang Tian burst into an extremely smug laugh.

Riyao tilted his head to look at him, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, as if there was some ridicule, and said lightly: "There are four Heavenly Orders, and now, the Xuantian Orders are in Yang Yizhi's hands. Since you are kind to him, it should not be difficult to come. It's a pity that with this one, you only have two. ”

Master Tanzong's body was shocked, and he suddenly pounced. The clear moonlight illuminated the small Zen monastery like daylight, and his eyes were red, but he still did not dare to approach the mist at the mouth of the well, and exclaimed excitedly: "Give it to me!" Give me! ”

Riyao looked at him with pity, like a god and demon in the sky, looking at mortals who were tormented by their desires.

She said lightly: "The other two tokens are in the hands of Zhuo Wangsun, the master of Huayin Pavilion. ”

Master Tanzong's figure suddenly froze. Because he knew that no matter what, he would not be able to take anything from Zhuo Wangsun! On the contrary, if Zhuo Wangsun knew that these two tokens were in his hands, he was afraid that he would be killed immediately!

He stared at the token in his hand, and a cold sweat trickled down for a moment.

Riyao looked at him leisurely, and suddenly said, "I can help you win the Heavenly Order and the Yantian Order." ”

Master Tanzong's body shook again, he raised his head in surprise, and his voice couldn't help but stammer: "As long as you can win the Cangtian Order and the Yantian Order, the disciple ...... Disciple ......"

Riyao shook his head and said, "I don't want anything from you, it's just that the Shaolin Temple has been kind to me, and I can't bear to see it decay." But I can only show you a way, and it's up to you how to do it. ”

Master Tan Zong nodded hurriedly.

Riyao said: "I said that you were kind to the Lord of the Yang League. ”

Master Tan Zong nodded again.

Riyao said: "Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the treasure of Tianluo is no longer there, so the matter of gathering the four heavenly orders has no practical benefits, but is only a symbol of unified martial arts." As for the secret behind this symbol, no one but you and I can know it. ”

Master Tan Zong nodded along with him.

Riyao said: "And whether it is the Lord of the Yang Alliance or you righteous paths, they are all eager to get rid of Huayin Pavilion, aren't they?" ”

Master Tan Zong nodded again.

Riyao said: "So you can talk to the Lord of the Yang League, and then open the World Martial Arts Conference, make an appointment with the Lord of Huayin Pavilion, and discuss the martial arts plan." Mingli is the other half of the two Heavenly Orders, and the winner can have all four tokens, but secretly the righteous path is at war with the good and evil of Huayin Pavilion, and the defeated are greatly defeated, and there will be nothing to do in the next three years. The leader of the Yang League takes the safety of the martial arts as his own responsibility, and he will definitely be moved by you. ”

Master Tanzong's face was distorted, he held the Haotian token hard, and said angrily: "You told me to hand it over again?" No way! ”

Riyao snorted and said, "If you don't want to be small, how can you be big?" If you only have two, what difference is there between them and nothing? What's more, the four-day order has been circulated for a long time and has a very high reputation, and now Huayin Pavilion and the righteous path of martial arts happen to hold two of them, and no one will be suspicious when they are used as the color head of the battle between good and evil. Wouldn't it be nice for you to quietly record it and dig up the treasure on your own after the decent ones have won it? They don't know the secret, anyway! ”

Master Tanzong's heart was pounding, and his hand holding Haotian Ling tightly couldn't help but tremble, which showed the fierceness of the battle in his heart. He suddenly hissed, "What about Huayin Pavilion? If Zhuo Wangsun doesn't come, what will happen? ”

Riyao slowly closed her eyes, and her voice became soft: "Trust me, I will arrange it." ”

The green tendons on Master Tanzong's forehead burst out, spreading all the way to his temples, and the green tendons bulged several times, pressing his face red. He finally yelled, "Good! ”

Riyao nodded in satisfaction, a smile flashing in his eyes. The autumn moon fainted, and the light condensed by the mist retreated into the depths of the ancient well, and the slight sound of water gradually subsided, and the silence and emptiness of the Zen courtyard returned.

Master Tanzong held the Haotian Decree in his hand and sat on the stone floor in front of the futon until dawn.