What's going on? The dignified Shaolin sect is in danger of destroying the temple?

Joke! Ding Yi was full of doubts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I only heard the shopkeeper say: "Alas! When I was a child, I heard my grandfather say that this Shaolin destroyed the temple, and I didn't believe it, this thin camel is bigger than a horse, even if it can support a few sects, but unfortunately Shaolin is strong, but also stronger than the people of the world, especially the mysterious person, not to say, this eighty years ago, Shaolin because of a fight, the seventy-two stunts of the temple and the Yijin Sutra spread the rivers and lakes, I don't know how many people in the martial arts have become popular, these reckless people in the past few lifetimes do not necessarily have the cheats that can be used, even if there are also a few big factions, never show the rivers and lakes, This Shaolin does not say that the Yijin Sutra is the treasure of the town faction, it is the seventy-two stunts, it is said that this book, can set off a bloody fight in the rivers and lakes, it has not been preached before, but that time it was stabbed into bloom, Shaolin was targeted by the world when its reputation was discredited. ”

Ding Yi was stunned suddenly, and sighed in his heart: "Yes, the stunts of this Shaolin Temple are all first-class, and I don't know how many martial arts people will compete for this falling into the rivers and lakes, this is like a light in the night, and the people in the rivers and lakes may be hindered by the difficulty of saving face, but if someone takes the lead, these selfish martial arts people will definitely stab you in the back." ”

Peng shopkeeper said: "Many people say that monks do not kill, but unfortunately people have the limit of patience, according to my grandfather, he met a bald monk, a blood-red monk robe from the mountain to kill outside the city, said that some people changed to steal to rob, and even almost burned down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, provoked two of the three, all the way from the north to the south, I don't know how many people died, that is all over the blood, from this street to the outside of the city, but Shaolin is also killed and injured countless people, I heard that since then, the host has the idea of closing the mountain, but a few peers are unwilling, I feel that with three strong players in charge, it should be able to support the prestige of Shaolin and cultivate a new generation of Shaolin leaders. ”

Ding nodded, agreeing with this point of view in his heart, after all, the taste of falling into the abyss is not pleasant, needless to say, these two who are red-eyed must be their own father and Qiao Feng's father, but what is the defeat mentioned earlier?

However, the secret of the next shopkeeper really shocked Ding Yi's jaws, it is impossible to go straight, this is even more vain than Shaolin Temple!

I only listened to the shopkeeper: "Shaolin's wish has not been realized, its reputation has been discredited, and the people in the rivers and lakes plan every day, that is, we also know that Shaolin is now a quagmire, which will lose his life at every turn, no one dares to enter Shaolin to practice martial arts, that is, Shaolin recruits apprentices, and all they get are some people with ulterior motives, it is better not to recruit, and what is even worse is that the mysterious man who is rumored in the rivers and lakes broke into Shaolin, defeated the three people sitting in the town one by one, and wrapped the sweeping monk who preached the invincibility of the world. ”

What the?

Ding's eyes widened, and he took a sharp breath of cold air in his mouth.

Shopkeeper Peng seemed to be surprised by Ding Yi, and said, "What's wrong with Shaoxia?" ”

Ding Yi suppressed the horror in his heart and asked, "You said that there was a mysterious person who defeated the Shaolin monk?" ”

"What? Shouldn't the young man have heard of this sensational martial arts? How is this possible? It is because of this incident that Shaolin has closed the temple so far! "The shopkeeper is just a joke, but looking at the other party's expression, it really doesn't look like it.

Ding Yi was dumbfounded, opened his mouth and asked, "Shopkeeper Peng, is this Jianghu competition a rumor or speculation?" Approximately when did it happen? Can the shopkeeper elaborate on that? ”

As if to be sure that Ding Yi was not joking, Shopkeeper Peng frowned for a long time before replying: "This thing is obvious to all, it is said that this mysterious man did not defeat the monk at one time, but fought several times, and did not succeed until the last time, as for the date, it really hasn't been carefully calculated, after all, it is a sensational martial arts event, it is estimated that it looked like seventy-eight years ago, when my grandfather did not pass his eightieth birthday." ”

Seventy-eight years ago, Ding Yi counted the numbers, according to the time when he was introduced into this world, and it was only two years after Tianlong looked, so he should be able to meet this competition.

Thinking of this mysterious person, Ding Yi took a breath of cold air, although it was two years later, but the sweeping monk may not be old, and it may even be stronger, this can be defeated, who will this mysterious person be? Is it impossible for those two brothers? Could it be Huang Shang, the founder of the Nine Yin True Scripture? But what period this person is, he is really confused and difficult to answer.

However, when he returned to Tianlong, he was about to leave the Central Plains, and he should not have any conflict with himself, thinking of this, it was about peace of mind, Ding Yi repeatedly chatted with Peng's shopkeeper for a while, until he couldn't find out what the situation was, and then he shifted the topic to the martial arts.

Sure enough, at this time, there are already a few people in the rivers and lakes who have emerged, especially Wang Chongyang of the Quanzhen faction, and it is not an exaggeration to hear that he was named the first in martial arts, as for the others, they are Bihai Chaosheng Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, the Western Regions Poison Master, Dali Duan Emperor Zhixing Emperor, and the greedy Chi Hong gang leader and so on.

It is rumored that these people, although not as good as Wang Chongyang, but not qualified, but born six or seven years late, is a lot worse, many people speculate, given the time may not be able to surpass, coincidentally, at this moment Ding Yi is catching up with the first issue of Huashan on the sword, because there is a book in the rivers and lakes that can make iron and stone bloom, rotten wood into jade The world's miracle - Jiuyin Zhenjing.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that as long as you have this strange book, even if you miss the age of learning martial arts, you can also become a generation of masters in a short period of time, and more importantly, I heard that this strange book can improve the qualifications of a person who learns martial arts, he is a dull fool, and it is not impossible to become a generation of martial arts overlords.

It is because of this book, people all over the world are scrambling, there are many dead and injured, and now the book has fallen into the hands of Wang Chongyang, and the Huashan Sword at this moment is to distribute the right to use this book.

Hearing this, Ding Yi was a little excited, and finally had the honor to participate in this unprecedented 'Huashan Discussion of Sword', and this book was born, as long as there is a chance to win this book, then Abi has the power to protect himself.

Haha, Ding Yi was in a good mood, taking advantage of the dark night, Ding Yi chatted with the shopkeeper Peng for a long time, before returning to the room, he meditated on the edge of the bed, preparing for tonight's night visit to Shaolin, hoping to find the secret book of Jiuyang Shengong, as long as he can restrain his broken arm, he may not be qualified to break into Huashan and see a martial arts fight, hehe, Wang Chongyang is only thirty now, even if he breaks off an arm, he is really fearless under normal circumstances.

The sky is getting darker and darker, the moonlight outside the window is gradually turning into black clouds, it is really difficult to see the five fingers, it is a good time to commit murder at night, at this moment the inn has long been silent, only a little candle flame is swaying in the silent hall, and even the wild dogs in the city are sleeping quietly.

It seemed that after a long time, or after a while, Ding Yi at the head of the bed suddenly opened his eyes, put down his steps, walked to the iron sword he hung on the wall, took it off, reached out and took down the two-zhang long cloth rope, and tied the sword body.

Ding Yi held the iron sword, put it on his back, his left hand instantly grabbed the exposed cloth rope head and threw it under his armpit, the long cloth rope was wrapped around the back of the body, Ding Yi grabbed the rope head of the head and pulled it up, the drooping iron sword suddenly stood upright, Ding Yi tied a slipknot, and quickly pulled out the iron sword.

Sonor!

The iron sword shone silver in the light moonlight, with a sword flower in his hand, the sword body roared, white under the moonlight, his left leg stepped forward, with a bang, but it was the sound of metal rubbing, and the sword body had quickly entered the scabbard.

These movements are fast and fast, obviously, although the right arm has been broken, but Ding Yi's left hand is more flexible, so that there is not much trouble in raising the sword, although it is about inferior, but the left hand is more convenient for the left hand, because the left hand sword is more difficult to prevent!

During this period of time, although he was in a hurry, Ding Yi did not forget to practice the sword, although it was difficult to reach the right hand, but Ding Yi added the 'fast' that he had never had, and added it to the left-handed sword, which was very strong, and there were very few people in the rivers and lakes The left sword is the right-handed sword that is all the defense of the sword, Ding Yi's sudden left sword, I believe that many people will suffer, this fast hand swordsmanship is insidious and vicious.

This night in Shaolin, Ding Yi did not dare to be careless, although the three have been ancient, but may not be able to find a successor, those with ulterior motives want to deceive these three old foxes but daydream, so he has to prepare.

Ding Yi opened the window and flew towards Shaomu Mountain from the third floor, his body fast and fast.

Under the dark moonlight of the night, a pitch-black figure crossed from the air, curling without a shadow, mysterious and difficult to find, Ding even a little tile, like an eagle chasing a rabbit, a few jumping silent, stay until a few breaths, has arrived at the head of the city, find a roof beam to hold, Ding a step on a step, people like a black swallow over the wall of three zhang, the body does not stop, the footsteps in a few branches and grass, people have floated to a few zhang away, this kind of light work, it is simply like a ghost.

For the Shaolin Road, Ding Yi is familiar with a lot, although it has been one hundred and eighty years, but the familiar stone steps and paths are still unchanged, the smooth moonlight comes from the black grass, obviously, Shaolin closed the temple, still needs the supply of the small city, but there is no lively cleaning monks.

Thousands of stone steps are just the kung fu of tea, Ding Yi has arrived in front of the Shaolin Gate, standing here to live from the top and looking down, the steps of the woods are deep and quiet, the faint small city sparks flicker, a little weird in the dark night, a few dog barking came, compared to Ding Yi when he came to be a lot more lively, Ding Yi found the steps to live in the air, and breathed on the spot.

At this time, the sky began to brighten, but it was almost time for the rooster to crow, Ding stood together and looked at the broken door plaque of Shaolin, and found a place, and entered Shaolin.

Crossing several roof beams, Shaolin at this moment is really like what the shopkeeper of Ji Peng said, Ding Yi walked all the way from Luohan Hall and Pranyo Hall to the familiar Precept Academy and Bodhi Academy, these dozen halls and courtyards, there are no first-class masters, all of them breathe heavily, and they are as urgent as electricity.

Ding Yi entered the last place, at this time the sound of the water was murmuring, a pavilion stood at the stream, and a plaque next to the building read the words "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", the moment Ding Yi first arrived was to hold his breath for a few moments, but others felt several long breathing sounds in the dark, intermittently, obviously Shaolin did not relax the vigilance of the treasure pavilion, but compared with Ding Yi, there is a lot of gap.

One, two, three, four, Ding was careful step by step, bypassing the whistle trap under his feet, and found an unguarded stone wall, his body was as fast as an ape, and he touched it lightly, but it reached the top of the building, he quickly opened the window, and his body entered the house like a civet cat.

At this time, it was silent, and the building was as dark as ever.

Ding Yi cautiously leaned onto the roof, closed his eyes and looked around, and found that there was no master lurking, so he fell down gently.

Walked to the front of the rows of scriptures, this is the second time he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is a lot of familiarity, he looked for the right from the left, turned over and took it, and eliminated them one by one, but unfortunately he did not see the legendary "Ranga Sutra", not to mention the Jiuyang Divine Skill, but the seventy-two stunts of "Vedic Pestle" and "Doro Ye Finger" found a lot, but he let go first.

He went back and forth several times without giving up, and most of the seventy-two stunts were found by him, but the "Ranga Sutra" could not be seen, and the angry Ding Yi picked up a Buddhist scripture called "Lotus Sutra" and looked at it word by word, hoping to find out any clues, but this was just self-comfort.

Ding Yi focused on the inside of the book, never let go of the pages, and the fine ant characters were also careful word by word, he took several books one after another, and it was still thin from the cover to the end.

How so?

Ding Yi raised his head and looked at the thousands of scriptures around him, this building made him feel that the tiger was eating the sky and had no way to eat, how could this be good? According to this mountain of Buddhist scriptures, I am afraid that it may not be useful for him to spend dozens of days here.

Ding Yi pondered and finally accepted the reality, but in order to find Jiuyang's magic skills, he had to endure some hardships, anyway, it was fine, and he was suffering.

Ding Yi, who had made up his mind, picked up a Buddhist scripture and was about to sit down, when an abrupt dry Buddha voice came from the room.

"Good, good!"

The astringent sound behind him shocked Ding Yi's soul to spread, and the cool night made him creepy, he... He actually heard the slightest familiarity of the visitor!