Sit cross-legged.

The three saints of Kunlun, He Zudao, faced the group of stick monks in front of him so calmly, and used a piano and a sword to fight the enemy.

Originally, the situation should not have been like this.

He Zudao was just entrusted by someone before he died, and came to Shaolin to tell a secret - 'Jing in oil'. But He Zudao really never thought that the development of things would develop into the way he was in front of him.

But it's also a matter of thought.

Shaolin suffered a great trauma after suffering the battle of Toutuo, the real top masters in the door were killed and injured, it can be said that the current Shaolin Temple has entered the second darkest period since the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, and there is a great fault in the martial arts in the door.

Originally, He Zudao could be said to have come from thousands of miles and entrusted with his last words.

However, after the monk of Shaolin Temple experienced the matter of Kutoutuo, he was too sensitive to some things, and the other party was a Taoist priest, and when he did not talk about it well, the development of things took a sharp turn.

The two sides couldn't help fighting.

The monk is pedantic and stubborn, while He Zudao is arrogant and stubborn, one side continues to misunderstand after the misunderstanding, stubborn, while the other party is arrogant and does not explain, the original conversation becomes hands-on.

Because the Taoist gate has never been afraid of Buddhism.

If there is a monk in Shaolin Temple who can play the piano, or play chess and dance with a sword, then he will scratch the itch of He Zudao. It's a pity that there are only monks who can chant scriptures in Shaolin Temple, and they didn't talk to He Zudao at all.

In this case, He Zudao fought with Shaolin Temple.

The original thing with the letter turned into him He Zudao coming to the door to pick up the Shaolin Temple alone.

The guqin danced behind him, and in a short period of time, several monks who blocked the door were slapped on the ground, although the other party made the first move, but He Zudao did not have the slightest hand.

After beating a little monk guarding the door, He Zudao flew back and sat cross-legged on the square, facing the gate of Shaolin Temple. On both knees is a guqin. Turning your head sideways and placing your right hand lightly is exactly the action of stroking the qin.

Meantime.

He Zudao's heart was also full of strangeness.

How did the monk of Shaolin Temple seem to have a great rejection of the Taoist priest......

This feeling is very obvious in He Zudao's heart.

Faintly, He Zudao felt that today's incident was not only related to the stubborn mentality of these monks, but also to his own identity. Of course, this thought just flashed in the bottom of his heart, and now He Zudao's mind has been completely placed on dealing with Shaolin Temple.

In the woods.

Yue Yuan stood inside with the little girl and Guo Xiang in his arms, looking at the scene in front of him without saying a word.

In Miss Guo Er's eyes, this matter is really interesting. However, he also wondered how the three saints of Kunlun He Zudao fought with the monks of Shaolin Temple. You must know that when Lu Dao was in the inn, Guo Xiang once asked about He Zudao's trip to Shaolin, which should have been a message.

But......

The development of this matter was too unexpected.

Equally.

Yue Yuan was also surprised.

It stands to reason that He Zudao's single-handedness to Shaolin should not appear, but whether it is in the original story or the current world, this scene has been reproduced.

There was silence for a long time.

Yue Yuan turned his head sideways and pursed his lips to transmit the sound. Said: "Xiang'er, how many monks from Shaolin Temple have gone to guard Xiangyang over the years?" ”

"Huh?"

Turning his head sideways, Guo Xiang's eyes were full of surprise, although he was surprised by his eldest brother's superb means of transmitting the secret. But for Yue Yuan's question, Miss Guo Er thought about it carefully, and then whispered: "Not much!" ”

"Not much?"

This word should have a deep meaning, and his eyes fell on Guo Xiang's bright jade face. Yue Yuan asked.

"Hmm!"

Guo Xiang nodded solemnly and said, "In Xiang'er's impression, monks rarely appear in Xiangyang. Some are only a few. And ......"

Speaking of this, Guo Xiang's tone paused, and then he continued to frown and say, "The number is far inferior to that of Taoist priests!" ”

Not as good as a Taoist priest......

Guo Xiang's words made Yue Yuan's brows frown, this sound very ordinary, but when you think about it deeply, it is not the same thing. During this period of time, the top masters who were famous in the world in the early stage were born in Buddhism, and only the Nandi Yilan Master was born, and the once famous Shaolin Temple can be said to have completely declined during the Condor period.

The only ones who can compete for the number one faction in the world are the Quanzhen Sect and the Beggar Gang.

It can be said that in the eyes of these two factions, the Shaolin Temple is nothing, which is completely different from the Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty. One in heaven and one on earth. It can even be said that in the eyes of the original Quanzhen Sect, Shaolin Temple is nothing more than that, and it is worth paying attention to that is, the master of Dali's lamp.

"That's right!"

"Big brother!"

Just when Yue Yuan was groaning, Miss Guo Er looked at the battle that had been carried out again in front of her, and seemed to remember something, and continued: "I still remember one thing, that is, when there were Taoist priests in Xiangyang, there were generally no monks. ”

Yes!

When there were Taoist priests, there were very few monks.

After recalling carefully, Guo Xiang found that this was the case at this time, she didn't pay attention to it at first, and she was not surprised. But now, combined with the scene in front of him where He Zudao is single-handedly fighting Shaolin, coupled with his eldest brother's inquiry, the combination of these two will reveal the strangeness of the person.

Think about it, how weak is the Shaolin Temple now?

Kunlun Three Sages He Zudao's martial arts are indeed good, but they are not as good as Yang Guo, let alone comparable to Zhou Botong and Guo Jing, who are famous masters. If it was in the past, if you wanted to sweep Shaolin, I was afraid that it would be very difficult to be on top of the world's five peers.

And now, only one Kunlun Three Sages He Zudao has been oppressed by the Shaolin Temple, which has to be treated carefully.

It is conceivable how much damage the Shaolin Temple has suffered.

Could it be that this bitter head is so powerful? How much sectarian infighting had to happen in the first place to make Shaolin Temple wither like this.

It is self-evident that the monks of the Shaolin Temple are wary of Taoist priests. It has existed since the day it was created.

While thinking, Yue Yuan had already raised his head again, and his eyes fell on the square in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

In this short period of time, the scene has changed again.

He Zudao is not a person who loves to kill, although he beat the monks down, it was just that these monks suffered no minor or serious injuries, and the whole person acted in a gentleman's style. And that's not all. He Zudao even drew a huge map on the floor with stones in the square.

It's a chess game.

He wants to sweep the current Shaolin on this chess game.

"These monks aren't the same!"

Guo Xiang's gaze was withdrawn from the monks who fell to the ground, and he muttered quietly, the scene in front of him had to make Guo Xiang despise him so much. You must know that the place where she has lived since she was a child is different, and there are three top masters in one family.

Looking at Shaolin Temple like this now, it is impossible not to mention accidents and disappointments.

However, Guo Xiang is still quite worried that He Zudao alone can pick up the entire Shaolin Temple, and he doesn't think that the three saints of Kunlun have this ability. If you change to your big brother, it's possible. Go back. Miss Guo Er's gaze first stayed on Yue Yuan's face, and then fell on the little girl's body, and then asked, "Big brother, do you think this can win the Shaolin Temple?" ”

"Can't!"

Shaking his head, Yue Yuan gave a negative answer.

Not to mention the current situation, in a way, it can be regarded as a relatively friendly exchange, and He Zudao did not make a ruthless move. And He Zudao's true qi has not reached the point of endless life, if he really faces the monks of Shaolin Temple to beat him. I don't know if I'll be able to get out.

Besides, the fateful opponent of He Zudao in this Shaolin Temple has not yet appeared.

In the field.

Bang!

One palm, one blow, one side.

The monk who rushed over was lifted out of the hall by He Zudao with soft force. A puff of smoke and dust fell to the ground, and it was clear that the blow was not light. Compared with the fierce force, the soft force is more difficult and powerful at some times.

Immediately, He Zudao's body retreated.

Avoided the dozen or so sticks that smashed in front of him.

Crackling. Stone chips were scattered, smoke and dust were flying, and a dense row of splinters appeared on the ground. This blow made the chess game he had drawn even tattered.

Apparently.

The chess game as a display was smashed by the monk with a stick. This made He Zudao, who advocates natural perfection, quite angry.

And more importantly, this Shaolin Temple is not worthy of its name!

And at this very moment.

In He Zudao's body retreating, the monk behind him also smashed down with a long stick, and almost smashed to the ground, while He Zudao was the whole person spun and jumped into the air.

This scene made Guo Xiang feel quite nervous, for fear that He Zudao would be stoned to death by that stick.

This is not that Guo Xiang has any feelings for He Zudao, but after the meal, Miss Guo Er also regarded the other party as a friend, and her friend was in distress, and as a friend, she would naturally be worried.

The formations of all sects in the world cannot be underestimated.

For example, the true Beidou Sword Array.

For example, the beggars' dog-beating stick formation.

For example, the Shaolin Temple's bronze array and stick array.

It's all about beating.

The person spun and flew in the air, and the guqin that was caught in his arms by his left hand was also thrown away. The guqin flew away, and He Zudao's right hand suddenly sank into the end of the piano, only to hear a contending.

In the sun, the cold light is flickering.

A three-foot cold sword was pulled out of the piano by He Zudao.

Sword in the piano!

Sword in the piano!

The Three Sages of Kunlun, in fact, these three are weapons.

He Zudao, who was holding a three-foot Qingfeng, suddenly changed into a person again, and used his clever swordsmanship to break through the stick formation of the monks of Shaolin Temple.

“！！！”

"So the sword is in the piano!"

Miss Guo Er looked at the scene not far in front of her, and her face was surprised. When I heard the name of the Three Sages of Kunlun, I didn't see He Zudao's so-called sword there, but I didn't expect that this sword was actually in the qin.

The sound of weapons clashing is endless.

In the blink of an eye.

Shaolin Temple stick formation, broken.

"Shaolin!"

"But Er'er!"

His eyes swept around at the fallen monks, and He Zudao's voice echoed all around.

When he played the piano and chess, he He Zudao was an elegant man, but when he held the sword, he was an arrogant master.

Just as He Zudao was about to make the next move, he walked inside, and a small stone mill was thrown out of the gate.

The stone mill roared by, bringing up a gust of wind.

"Hmm!"

This movement tells He Zudao that he is a master.

Raising the sword and facing the stone mill is a slash.

The stone mill volley turned into two halves and flew to both sides, smashing to the ground, and He Zudao's footsteps were also blocked by this blow.

Look up.

Hearing the sound of 'Amitabha', a little monk walked out of it with a small stone mill in one hand.

The bald head is shining.

In the sun, a group of great monks were blinded.

There is also He Zudao and Guo Xiang.

PS: I have returned to the big FFF group with great glory, and the cultists must burn the holy fire! In addition, the experience of sticking to the bar or something has been made out of the children's shoes in half a year, and you can go to add some popularity. (To be continued......)