Everyone looked at Yilong in puzzlement, wasn't he also convulsive like the Night Youlan Heavenly Soldier in the last competition?

Not all of them were unaware, and one of them whispered to himself, "I think I've seen this strange pose somewhere." aroused the curiosity of the people around him, and they all looked at him for a while, hoping that he could tell the story or the story, but he still didn't expect it after half a day.

One of them said, "I said, friend, do you know or not? If you don't know, just say it, it's the most annoying thing for you people who have an appetite." ”

"Yes, yes, the fight will start in a while, don't distract us!" someone followed

The man was really embarrassed, "Where have I really seen it, but I can't remember it for a while, don't bother me, let me think about it." ”

In this way, the people around him can only speak quietly, staring at the changes in the people in the field, but their ears are pricked up and waiting for him to say the source.

Jiang Hai also had the same sense of déjà vu as him, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood where Yilong's styles came from. This is the Eighteen Arhats, if it weren't for his action of pulling his hands and eyebrows, Jiang Hai would not be able to remember it for a while. This has to talk about his home somewhere, there is a temple in the city, and there are eighteen Arhats in its **, when he was young, he was frightened by the eighteen stone men with strange postures, especially the long-eyebrow stone man with white hair hanging to the ground.

Later, his grandmother told him that the eighteen Arhats were gods in the sky and could not be offended, but in his grandfather's mouth, he got another statement, which Jiang Hai was convinced of, because he was rich and often read ancient books.

"Fart! Where did the eighteen Arhats come from, but the sixteen Arhats and two Venerables. Under Jiang Hai's inquiry, he told the reason.

The 16 arhats are sitting on a deer, festive, holding a bowl, tota, laughing lion, riding an elephant, meditating, crossing the river, having fun, reaching out their hands, digging their ears, contemplating, sack, plantain, long eyebrows, and guarding the door. (There may be a difference in order, but I can't remember that much, after all, it was the old man who said it when he was a child.) The two Venerables are Gāyāṇa and Maitreya, which is commonly known as the Dragon and the Tiger. It was always sixteen before, and it was not until the Qianlong Emperor of the Qing Dynasty that it had the name of eighteen.

Recalling all kinds of things in the past, he forcibly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, afraid of messing up his martial arts, and at the same time had doubts. Because from the first style of Yilong's change of moves, Jiang Hai only saw the seventeen styles, not the eighteen Arhats as grandma said, nor the sixteen as grandpa said, but in between. Is it one more or one less? He didn't know, after all, it was a civilization with two interfaces, so it was rare to be so similar, and it was normal for a slight deviation to be the same, right?

And at this moment, the freshman who had been thinking about it for a long time on the sidelines finally remembered where he had seen this suspicious posture.

"I remembered that this was a broken book that I had read when I was a child, and it depicted these strange postures, saying, 'Follow the Buddha's instructions, do not enter Nirvana, do not fall into reincarnation, and live forever in the world to benefit all sentient beings.'" Then there are eighteen pages of color paintings, and their names are underneath. "The name is also weird, what kind of soldier is Lu Tu Luo, Jia Luo Jiava ...... I had a headache and threw away the broken book. ”

"Oh!" everyone squeaked to indicate that they knew, but they were not in the Buddhist sect and did not know what it represented. However, Jiang Hai heard what he wanted to know, it turned out that there were really eighteen, whether it was eighteen Arhats, or sixteen Arhats plus two Venerables, they were all eighteen and two of them were the two Arhats he was familiar with. This can only indicate that Yilong missed a formula, or that the realm was not enough to make up the eighteen number. So looking at Yilong is eyes is also weird, but I didn't expect that there is also a great commonality between the two different interfaces, which shows that there is a certain connection.

Because grandpa said that these eighteen Arhats are the last two who were selected from the Qing Dynasty, although they are also eighteen Arhats after the Song Dynasty, but the last two have always been controversial, several theories, and before the Song Dynasty was only sixteen Arhats. From the Song Dynasty to the year of Jiang Hai's death, there were thousands of years, but few people in the Tianxuan Continent, which had been born for 100,000 years, knew that these were the Eighteen Arhats! The most important thing is that these 10000 years are 100,000 years, and the difference is incomparably close.

What kind of tiger claw and leopard fist it used before, it was just in the form of a dragon and tiger.

Jiang Hai was surprised, but he didn't expect that the righteous dragon couldn't sit still and stopped his movements directly, and then rushed to the sidelines to ask the person who spoke: "Amitabha, what the donor said before is an eighteen page of color paintings, and there has never been a lack of them?"

"Yes, I counted eighteen pages of color paintings. ”

"Haha, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to hear such good news. Yilong laughed loudly, completely lost the indifference when he shouted the Buddha's name the last moment, in fact, he had not been quiet from the moment he heard this, seventeen was not what he wanted, but the last page of the ancient scripture was missing, this was the will of heaven, and it was also one of the reasons why he came to the academy.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, and ignoring the surprised expressions of his opponents and enforcers, he tried to show a calm appearance and asked, "I don't know the ancient book that the donor threw away...... Broken Books are available now?"

"It seems that I have collected it for my mother, saying that it is a souvenir of my childhood, and it must still be in the hut. ”

"Haha, the Buddha has really appeared, haha..." realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly put his hands together and shouted, "Amitabha." Finally, he calmed down completely: "Can the donor take me to have a look?"

The man looked at the fool with a look on his face, "Yes, it's rotten if you put it there anyway, but you have to go back and lie down first." I don't understand what about a bad book, now you're competing, if you take the first book in the library, you won't be able to choose. ”

"With the eighteenth form, why do you go back to the library?" Although he thought like this, he said, "After that competition, I will go back with you to get it, and now I will carry out this competition to the end." ”

At this moment, he remembered his purpose and slowly returned to the field, and now he just wanted to quickly resolve the battle and leave, and the reason for continuing the competition was just responsibility.

Fuhua and the four law enforcers all looked at him strangely, and they always felt that his mentality had changed a lot, and he was happy or suddenly.

"Amitabha, I also ask the funeral flower donor to do his best to quickly solve this competition, and of course I will also apply what I have learned. Yilong called the Buddha and said his thoughts.

Fuhua nodded as agreed, and then said, "Then you are optimistic." ”

The figure flashed and flew into the air, the speed was not very fast, but it gave people the feeling that they couldn't see clearly, and it was caused by special means. Yilong tried his best to capture it, only to hear his left and right and somewhat hazy words coming, under the integration, it turned out to be "flowers are full of branches, everyone cherishes" What is this?

Then Yilong saw what he wanted to express, the dance of the frost again and again, what appeared was not the chill of winter, on the contrary, there was a wisp of spring in this area, which was green and vibrant. One after another swept through the air, seen and felt by people, as if the feeling of 'suddenly coming like a spring breeze in the night', it is not real or lifelike, but it acts on the eyes of the people it sees, and it is also a kind of vision.

The wisps of spring are slowly gathering, and finally the green is generated all over the mountains, whether it is grass or branches and leaves, maybe just some moss, and then this piece of green has other colors, red, yellow, blue, green...... Not only seven colors, if there are thousands of subdivisions, it can be said that thousands of purples and reds have their own style. The flowers are not very gorgeous, and what they are fighting for is the most beautiful and beautiful. The stimulation of the senses made everyone can't help but stretch out their hands, because 'the flowers must be folded straight and folded, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches', but everyone still held back, because people who cherish flowers can't do that kind of flower picking, and they can't actually pick flowers.

Everyone only saw the beautiful scenery, only five people felt the crisis, four of them stood in the four corners and silently stretched out the true qi shield and were fine, as for the last person, Yilong could only dodge and punch at the same time. The seventeen weird postures now seem to be full of righteousness, corresponding to the Arhat Boxing, the fist has eighteen ways he will know seventeen of them, each style can be split and changed, for a time there is no danger, let the hard-to-find sword qi spring drift is also difficult to enter his body, there is the Arhat gold body to protect the body.

In the corner of his eye, a voice sounded among the thousands of flowers, "Who is pitiful when the leaves are fluttering." "It's another piece of poetry, and then the spring around fades directly across the summer, arriving at the end of autumn, the gorgeous flowers and stamens everywhere slowly wither and wither, and fall piece by piece, and before the petals, there are dark green leaves floating in the air, and the wind disappears without knowing the end and journey.

For a moment, the air was full of color, but it was only the last beauty. Far less gorgeous than before, some are just helpless and helpless, saying that the leaves are fluttering but everything is withering, as if to usher in the cover of snow, all around is lonely only the cold wind and ruthless.

The inexplicable loss spread, as if the emperor was nameless, like the separation of two little guesses, like the inaction of the year of establishment, everything was seen in the eyes and hurt in the heart.

Everyone was infected with their heads down, not knowing if they recalled their unbearable memories that could not be erased. And the body of the righteous dragon in the field accelerated again, dodging more quickly, obviously the pressure was much stronger than the previous time, the golden light was not a dazzling sublimation but a passive struggle, it seemed to be in danger, but in fact it was no big problem, barely supported.

However, the poem and the song have not yet been sung, and the third one comes again, "the wind is ruthless, and people have intentionally", the scene has not changed, but the artistic conception has changed slightly, and there is warmth spreading in it, but it is very rarely very slow, just like the sun of the cold winter wax moon is extremely weak, but it is a hope, fighting against the loneliness and loneliness around it.