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Since ancient times, there has been a saying that Shaolin is the leader of the righteous path of martial arts, which shows that it has a profound heritage, but Shaolin has always been low-key.

After the Qing soldiers entered the customs, Shaolin simply turned into a shadow, and its influence on the rivers and lakes became weaker and weaker.

In fact, this is also a fine tradition in Shaolin history for a long time, which side will fall to which side, and will not attract the suspicion and suspicion of the imperial court, and can always be preserved in the change of dynasty.

The host of this term, Hao Cong, was secretly worried in his heart at this time, the Shaolin Ancient Temple in the hands of his ancestors gradually became less famous in his own hands, and it was also the reason why there were few pilgrims.

"Amitabha."

Master Hao Cong recited a Buddha name in a low voice, hesitated, and the old monks who were highly respected in the temple, such as Chengzhi and Chengxin, next to him, glanced at each other and finally accepted it happily.

Mu Jianping didn't know the purpose of Su Liu's thoughts, but Fang Yi was secretly frightened, Su Liu's big stroke, he simply regarded money as nothing, but he had made a bloody investment, and he didn't know what he was trying to do.

She was also present at the Yangzhou killing banquet that day, and Su Liu at this time was simply a different person.

Su Liu, who is murderous and domineering, and his methods are as fierce as the demon king from hell, has been wearing a gentle and shallow smile on his face in this Shaolin Temple, and he looks like he is full of harmlessness and dedication to the Buddha.

These Qing soldiers don't know why, they are only responsible for making a show and putting on a full show, and the people of Shaolin Temple don't dare to slack off, and they have already arranged proper accommodation.

Su Liu and Mu Jianping lived in the wing room of the temple, and they didn't do it immediately. Intentionally or unintentionally wandering in the temple, it seems that worshipping the Buddha and burning incense, no one knows that this noble guest is for the Shaolin martial arts secrets.

Three days later. The bottom of Shaolin, Su Liu also inquired and groped almost, there is absolutely no peerless master such as sweeping monks in the temple, only the martial idiot Chengguan Master who knows himself, this person was a monk in Shaolin Temple at the age of eight, and has devoted himself to martial arts for more than 70 years, and has never been out of the temple door. Reading martial arts classics, he knows a wide range of knowledge.

The day and night are dark and the wind is high.

Su Liu changed into a black robe, as if he had blended into the dark night. The gods are ever-changing, and they quietly touch the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Squeak"

With a soft sound, the window of the Scripture Pavilion suddenly opened, and it was such a quiet night. No matter how small the voice. It will also attract attention.

Su Liu jumped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, only to feel that the simple incense was burning and refreshing, and he also saw the big sparkling bald head under the moonlight.

This monk also looks a little old, but as if a student is peeking at a novel, he is sitting on his lap, holding a book by the moonlight, and is looking at it obsessively. It was only after a half-ring that he noticed the sound and turned his head to look at the window. couldn't help but be stunned again, he suddenly realized that his hands were folded, and he recited the Buddha name to Su Liu, and his reaction was half a beat slower.

Su Liu's heart secretly complained, this Shaolin disciple who managed and guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion did not meet half of it tonight, it turned out that there was the first seat of this Prajna Hall here.

What a coincidence!

Su Liu smiled bitterly, he didn't know what to say, who would have thought that this monk Chengguan, who loved martial arts and was obsessed, didn't go to sleep late at night, and came to read the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

At this point, what is the benefit of saying more, we must also take strong action.

Su Liu's feet moved, the person had already swept straight over, Cheng glanced at Su Liu, recognized that it was the distinguished guests in the temple these days, and thought of something in his heart, but changed color and said: "Donor, can you enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, hey, what kind of body are you?" ”

"It turns out that this monk is also here to peek at the scriptures?"

"It seems that this scripture pavilion also has a lot of restrictions on the temple."

Su Liuwei rang, and his body was slightly paused.

This Chengguan originally wanted to persuade Su to stay out of the pavilion, but when he saw Su Liu's footwork, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but see that he was happy, but he forgot what he wanted to do, and he was also a naïve person who was obsessed with martial arts.

At the moment, Su Liu didn't answer, only used some fists and feet, although the Moyun hand martial arts in his hand were superficial, but there was a shadowless phantom leg of the Qingcheng faction to supplement the flaws, and it was quite powerful for a while, Su Liu had a lot of scruples, so he restrained a little bit of strength.

I didn't want to look at this idiot monk when I saw it, so I even threw the scriptures aside, and the light flashed with wonder in my eyes, and I rolled up my sleeves and came up to catch Su Liu.

Neither of them wanted to make a loud noise in the Scripture Pavilion.

Su Liu's fists and legs are dual-purpose, and for a while, he can't help but look at the monk, two days in a row after more than a dozen moves, the two bookshelves in this pavilion are not too narrow, only two or three people wide, Su Liu is also rare to meet such an opponent, one move and one style of law is rigorous, every force is just right.

The two were fighting at this time, Su Liu chuckled and said, "The monk took my punch", the fist was windy, the body was rising, and the hands of the feet were even more unpredictable.

Monk Chengguan didn't have the intention of dodging at all, his eyes were shining like his bald head, his expression was extremely pious, a pair of fleshy palms flew up, just right to block every attack of Su Liu, the two fought all the way, the movements were getting faster and faster, fists and legs, and strange moves came out one after another.

When Su Liu and the monk Chengguan did it, there was still a little leeway in his heart, and the two of them fought to this time, Su Liu almost figured out the details of Chengguan, the palm fingering and other moves of the first seat of the contemporary Praruo Hall are extremely exquisite, and he does not use his iron smelting hand and Zixia Divine Skill mixed domineering true qi, and then he doesn't use the blade, only use the east to learn some, and the west to copy half of the fist and foot moves, fighting to the present, not only can not help him, but faintly a little difficult.

At this time, the two had already fought hundreds of moves, and the situation was different again.

Su Liu knew that the monk Chengguan had practiced the Yijin Sutra, but he had both profound internal forces of Buddhism and Taoism, and he had the domineering and incomparable iron-refining hand heart method as the foundation, and the two sides should only be between the two sides.

The difference is that Su Liu is young and healthy, and his blood is prosperous, but the old monk Chengguan is an old man. The two of them passed three hundred moves in a row, and the battle situation was already clear, and the old monk Chengguan was sweating profusely, jumped back a big step, and muttered: "It's strange and strange, Mo Yun's hand is not a profound fist and foot kung fu." The leg technique is not very subtle either. This little benefactor seems to have mixed martial arts and impure martial arts, why can't I even crack all the stunts such as Luohan Fist, Wei Tuozhang, and Flower Grabber? ”

He pondered for a while, but did not find the result. Unconsciously rushed up again, Su Liu's expression froze, and secretly said that it was not good, it turned out that this Chengguan eyes narrowed slightly, concentrating, as if he had forgotten everything, and used all his most powerful martial arts. At this time, he inevitably raised the internal force of his body, and slowly pushed out his hands, only to see that his hands seemed to be slow and fast. The palms are heavy, and between the shoulders and arms stretched, they turn in a circle, covering the entire narrow passage. The changes along the way are complex. It has reached an incredible level.

"Whether this palm is a vajra palm or a prajna palm, it can be regarded as living up to its reputation, it is really wonderful!"

Rao is Su Liu's rich experience, and he can't see through the flaws of this way for a while, coupled with the narrow passage of this scripture pavilion, Su Liu's spirit is changeable, even if it is wonderful, it can't be used.

The shadow of the palm in the sky came to his face. It came very quickly, when the palm wind was urging. The scripture books on the bookshelf were scraped and hunted, and suddenly, all the palm shadows in the sky disappeared, and the air between the two was suffocated, as if the air was being emptied, which made Su Liu feel empty and empty.

In the next moment, Monk Chengguan's vertical slap had reached three inches in front of Su Liu's left shoulder.

This palm has changed in thousands of ways, and finally returned to one palm, and it is impossible to avoid it if you are an ordinary person here. In the midst of this lightning and flint, Su Liu's eyes condensed with purple light, and his hands were raised from drooping to three inches in front of him, turning the impossible into a possibility, which could block this unfathomable palm.

In fact, as soon as Su Liu entered the rivers and lakes, he also practiced a lot of palm techniques, both subtle and shallow, like turning bones into cotton palms, it is better than a yin person with a poisonous and evil palm power, but it is not the right way of martial arts, and he has practiced to the depths, and his meridians and lungs will inevitably suffer from it.

The palm of the monk in front of him is peaceful and powerful, but it is like a frenzied tide, and it is extremely difficult to defend.

Suliu called out in a low voice, "Okay!" The left hand is blocked by yang energy, and the right hand lifts the yin and ruthless palm power of the bone-turning palm, which is both rigid and soft, and the yin and yang qi are at this imminent time, and they help each other, reversing left and right, coming and going, just like a stone mill turning, and the palm power of the Chengguan monk is unloaded little by little and is steadily transmitted to the foot.

Although Su Liu himself was not injured, his strength passed down, but he could not eliminate it. There are two more small pits on the ground in this scripture pavilion.

"Yin and Yang Mill!"

Monk Chengguan jumped back, sighed, and began to talk to himself again, "Could it be from the Kongtong faction?" ”

"It doesn't seem right, this feminine palm power is the internal force of Liaodong Snake Island, and there is also an internal force of Buddhism."

Ignoring Chengguan's muttering, Su Liu said in his heart that he was lucky, if it weren't for his own internal strength in fact above this Chengguan monk, Fang Cai's this, he had to suffer serious internal injuries, he was caught off guard and raised his palm to fight, and the qi was far from reaching the peak state of perfection, and the Chengguan monk had been practicing the internal force of the Yijin Sutra for decades, but he was full of strength, and when he thought about it, he had already fallen behind in this matchup.

However, it can be seen from this that in fact, the Yijin Sutra in Luding also seems to have undergone unpredictable changes, and the power is not so terrifying.

Monk Chengguan frowned and pondered for a while, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he had to raise his head and ask: "Donor, your internal strength is even more complicated than your martial arts, why do you still have a little bit of Buddhism." It's so weird, I can't crack your moves no matter how I think about it. ”

In fact, the Shaolin Temple's Pranyo Hall specializes in the study of martial arts of other schools, which can make up for the shortcomings of this school's kung fu; Second, if you compete with the masters of other factions, you will already know the details of the other party, and you will have the upper hand. Shaolin disciples traveled to the rivers and lakes, and when they returned to the temple, they immediately went to the Prajna Hall to report their experiences. As long as there is a move and a style in the martial arts of other sects, the monks of Pranya Hall will write it down. has accumulated for thousands of years in this way, and knows the martial arts of all sects in the world.

It's just that the martial arts at the core of Suliu are by no means recorded in Shaolin.

The monk Chengguan was stupid, and he wondered in his heart.

Su Liu was also very big-headed, and only explained, "That's because the great monk you have too little actual combat, just practice according to the number of moves in the cheats book, and you are restrained, so naturally you can't exert the maximum power of martial arts." ”

Monk Chengguan was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself: "One board and one eye? Why can't I play?"

He didn't be able to ask the next words, Su Liu took advantage of the Chengguan Monk's Qi Machine and when he had not recovered his mind, he lifted twelve points of true qi, and his footsteps suddenly burst out, connecting more than a dozen key points around him.

Monk Chengguan didn't realize it, and was still thinking about Fang Cai Suliu's words, and his eyes were dark, and he was soft to the ground.

"Unlucky!"

Su Liu put the Chengguan monk aside, looked at the moonlight, and thought in his heart, calculate tightly, there are still two hours left.

At that moment, Su Liu began to rummage through, and after searching for a long time, his heart cooled down, and in the vast sea of books, he only found a few of the seventy-two stunts, and the most important Yijin Sutra had already started!

Su Liu looked at the book with the red cover in his hand, and sighed slightly, this door is the supreme magic of Buddhism, so he started it!

After Su Liu's Yijin Sutra was obtained, he found himself again, and the seventy-two Shaolin stunts were all the essence of martial arts.

Su Liu looked carefully again, confirmed that there was no secret room, fortunately, Su Liu's memory was far beyond ordinary people, first remembered the key to the Yi Jin Sutra, and then memorized these stunts, Su Liu chewed carefully and the battle with the Chengguan monk, and wrote down some of the mantras of another Buddhism to achieve the internal strength of the Rama mind experience and operation line, which can be regarded as a little compensation.

When he jumped out of the pavilion, he looked at Chengguan who was sleeping peacefully on the floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and he also felt quite interesting, such a naïve and stupid martial idiot, he might not meet another one when he stepped on the rivers and lakes of all worlds.

didn't wait for the dawn of the second day, Su Liu pulled Mu Jianping and Fang Yishan, and the three of them took advantage of the fact that the sky was still dark, and the Shaolin morning class had not yet arrived, so they quietly left Songshan, and did not bring those Qing soldiers.

Along the way, Su Liu spent countless amounts of money, and the money was used like flowing water, without any distress, and the food and clothing were the best, and he hired a carriage to go on the road.

Mu Jianping and Fang Yi looked at each other, both looking at Su Liu, who was sitting cross-legged in the spacious and luxurious carriage, Mu Jianping was about to say something, but Fang Yi shook his head to stop him.

Has she practiced martial arts for a few more years than the little county lord, and her knowledge is also more profound than that of Mu Jianping, and she knows that Su Liu's whole mind is immersed in martial arts.

At this time, Su Liu did enter a mysterious world of martial arts.

Yi Jin Sutra, dragon claw hand, like a palm, no phase robbery fingers.

This is all the harvest that Su Liu has memorized from the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion, the mountains and seas of books, and it is already considered lucky to be able to find these martial arts for a while and memorize them.

However, these martial arts skills are already very remarkable.

The power of the Yijin Sutra naturally goes without saying.

The dragon claw hand, fierce and domineering, is a familiar and powerful claw method.

Pranya palm is known as the title of the first palm of Shaolin.

Although the power is slightly inferior to the first two martial arts, it is better than the surprise.

Su Liu suppressed his heart and fell into deep thought, all his mind had already been immersed in the Yijin Sutra, and after trying it I don't know how many times, he gradually felt that something was wrong. (To be continued......)