The foundation is not strong is the biggest problem that Liu Wenzhao needs to solve now, he directly skips the training to practice qi, although there is no big problem, many martial arts wizards have picked up a peerless internal strength method, and then become a generation of masters, but such people have a weak foundation, if they encounter a cultivation realm similar to them, they are very likely to not be able to beat, not to mention those realms they are high.

If you want to lay a solid foundation, you must practice your body, there are a lot of martial arts in this world, but there are very few high-level martial arts, Liu Wenzhao can't look down on those low-level things, he already has a goal, that is, Shaolin Temple, although the Shaolin of this world has declined, but it is still one of the six major factions, martial arts masters, and there should be a lot of martial arts left.

Inherited for hundreds of years, Shaolin's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion should be a martial arts holy place that many people yearn for, and the martial arts of practicing the body must also be indispensable, Liu Wenzhao's ultimate goal is to practice the body of Shaolin and learn the Yijin Sutra, but I don't know if this thing is still there, only if I go to see it, I can know.

Riding a horse, unhurried, it took about a month, Liu Wenzhao finally arrived at Songshan Shaolin, only to come to the bottom of the mountain, Liu Wenzhao found that the situation was not right, there were a large number of Yuan soldiers and monks gathered under the mountain, there were blood stains everywhere, and many people who were recruited were cleaning up the blood stains.

"The speed of this Yuan Court is very fast, I have already killed the Shaolin Temple, I have to hurry, I don't know if the Hidden Scripture Pavilion has been robbed by these Yuan soldiers, if it is robbed, it will not be good." Liu Wenzhao observed for a while, then found a small road to go up the mountain, and the road was full of guarded soldiers, and he easily avoided it.

This time, the six major factions besieged Guangmingding, and the masters of Shaolin Temple went to most of them, giving Yuan Ting the opportunity to raid, and I don't know what kind of fighting I experienced, I didn't see a Shaolin monk up and down Songshan at this time, Liu Wenzhao entered Shaolin Temple, and the whole temple looked deserted, except for the patrolling Yuan soldiers, there was no one.

"It seems that we won't be able to go to the Scripture Pavilion until the evening, it's too dangerous to find it during the day." Looking at the constant patrols around him, Liu Wenzhao decided to act again at night, at this time he needed to take a good rest, he had been in a hurry for a month, and he was tired, so he found a room that seemed to be empty, Liu Wenzhao walked in, closed the door, and was ready to rest.

But just when he opened the door, Liu Wenzhao found that there were people in the house, after cultivating the true qi, he was deaf and clear, and there was no way for any slight movement to escape his ears, the moment he opened the door just now, he obviously heard two footsteps, it should be someone hiding inside, Liu Wenzhao did not speak, entered the door to find a table, and took out the dry food left on the way he came.

The gourd is filled with rice wine, the wine of this era is very light and a little sweet, there is no problem with drinking it as a drink, there are two catties of beef, a few steamed buns, Liu Wenzhao sat down and ate it, after practicing martial arts, his appetite became very large, and he had to eat a lot every day to be able to support the consumption of the body, which may be the sequelae of martial arts.

After only two bites, Liu Wenzhao heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva, he smiled slightly, knowing that the person hiding here should have not eaten for a long time, so he opened his mouth and said, "I'm not from Yuanting, I just came up to ask the Shaolin elders about something, if you are a little monk, come out, eat something, you can hide for a long time." ”

There was a sound of rustling behind the cabinet, and the people hiding inside knew that they had been discovered, they should have been startled, and after a while, two little monks walked out, they looked at Liu Wenzhao with a vigilant face, and looked at the food on the table from time to time, swallowing saliva, obviously hungry.

"What? If you're hungry, you monks shouldn't eat meat or drink bars, so let's eat a steamed bun, and I'll have something to ask you when you're done in a while. One person threw two steamed buns, Liu Wenzhao continued to drink and eat meat, the two little monks looked at the steamed buns in their hands, and immediately ate them, they didn't say that Shaolin monks can eat meat, if they don't eat meat, they will be trained to death if they practice martial arts, but they are too hungry to explain.

After eating for a while, the two monks obviously didn't eat enough, staring at Liu Wenzhao's meat, but Liu Wenzhao didn't notice it, he was full of food and drink, stood up, and this time the two little monks took two steps back.

Smiling, he didn't expect that he actually had such a deterrent, Liu Wenzhao said, "Don't be afraid, I have no ill will towards you, I came here to ask, was your Shaolin Scripture Pavilion taken away by those Yuan soldiers?" ”

The two little monks glanced at each other, not knowing why Liu Wenzhao asked this, one of the slightly older monks said, "Amitabha, donor, we don't know, those Yuan soldiers and monks killed them, we are hiding here, what happened to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, we really don't know." ”

The two little monks knew at a glance that they were brave and small, and it was expected that they didn't know anything, Liu Wenzhao continued to ask, "Then do you know how to go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?" By the way, is there a kind of exercise called Yijin Jing in your scripture pavilion? ”

"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion goes out and walks left, and it is next to the Moyuan Temple, as for the Yijin Sutra? I haven't heard of it, donor, I went to Shaolin at the age of ten, but I don't have good martial arts qualifications, but I also practiced a lot of Shaolin Kung Fu, I really haven't heard of this Yijin Sutra, that is, the master, the uncles and ancestors have not said this kung fu, I don't know where the donor knows this exercise is my Shaolin? The little monk asked curiously.

"No?" This is what Liu Wenzhao didn't expect, it seems that Shaolin has always had this exercise in his memory, it is rumored that it was written by the Bodhidharma Patriarch back then, but it doesn't seem to have appeared in the world of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, but it doesn't mean that there is none, Liu Wenzhao thought for a while, and asked the little ancestor in his mind.

Faced with Liu Wenzhao's question, the little ancestor looked very impatient, he said, "How do I know if there is a Yijin Sutra in this plane, even if I know, I won't tell you, I don't bother to search, you have to know that this is very consuming of divine power, you didn't grab enough of the protagonist's aura before, and now you still need my help, go dream." ”。

was scolded by the little ancestor, Liu Wenzhao had nothing to say, now it seems that he can only find it himself, he walked to the bed, lay down, and then said, "I'm also hearsay, okay, I still have a few steamed buns in that package, you take it, save some food, hide here, there will probably be a while, your Shaolin master will come back, and you should be saved by then." ”

The two little monks found that this young man was a good person, and originally wanted him to save his life, but when they heard him say this, they suddenly looked depressed, and wanted to go over and beg for mercy again, but found that he had fallen asleep, and made a slight snoring sound, and the two of them knew that it was impossible to intercede, so they could only go and get steamed buns, and then found a corner and fell asleep.