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The martial arts of Southern Shaolin are largely inherited from the Shaolin Temple of Songshan, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism.

But there are also some martial arts that are not available in Southern Shaolin.

Maybe there was, but now it's gone.

For example, the mixed yuan boy gong, Song Mingjing searched all over the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and found nothing.

Zen Master Xingyin must have known, but he had already gone crazy and disappeared.

Song Mingjing also learned that this skill was King Kong's incorruptible magic skill after reading the silk book of Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong.

He also knows why Bai Mei has always called it the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong, after all, Bai Mei rebelled out of Shaolin many years ago, and now he is more expensive to teach Wudang.

Regarding Wumei Shitai's questioning, Song Mingjing looked calm, there was no ripple on his face, and he had no intention of answering at all.

His steps rushed forward, swaying his body like a fish, swinging his knife and attacking, "Boom" slashed out several times in a row, and the blade brought up the strength of Sen Han, enveloping both Zhishan and Wumei.

Perfection, Wumei saw that Song Mingjing did not answer, and made up her mind to take him down, her body moved a few feet horizontally, out of the area covered by Song Mingjing's knife wind, and followed one left and one right to attack, and the palm of her hand was raised, and the real strength drove the airflow to "sneer".

Song Mingjing returned to the knife to defend it, and the sword light was like a piece of training across his side, blocking the attack of Zhishan and Wumei.

He used a knife to resist the two masters of Buddhism, and he also felt a great pressure, and there was no reservation between the gathering and walking knives, and each knife cut through the sky, wrapped in the terrifying power of cutting gold and stone.

Although he didn't want to kill or injure Zhishan or Wumei, he didn't want to be imprisoned in Shaolin, and he had already done his best at this time.

Perfection, Wumei also felt the horror of the opponent's sword technique, and responded with a solemn expression.

There are countless people who use knives in the martial arts, and there may be swordsmen whose knife skills are more subtle and varied than those of Song Mingjing, but they may not be able to have the speed and strength of Song Mingjing's knife.

There may be a swordsman who can compete with him in speed, but the strength of such a turbulent torrent is rare in the world.

When speed and power are combined, even ordinary sword techniques can become extremely terrifying.

Just like the seventy-two ways to ward off evil spirits, although the changes in this sword technique are fine, and the sword momentum is also mysterious and strange, it is not unbreakable, and it is far from being flawless.

The most terrifying thing about the evil sword spectrum is that it is "fast", so fast that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, even if you know the flaws in it, it is fleeting, and you can't seize the opportunity at all.

When he came back to his senses, he was killed by the sword.

Song Mingjing moved the knife like flying, the sword light rose and fell like a tide, suddenly killing to the best, suddenly striking Wumei, and the rapid light filled the entire Buddhist hall.

The sword light is flying, and the swift knife wind is swept so that the Buddha hall is "buzzing" and trembling, and the candle flames in the hall are swaying and swaying in the wind, obscure.

Song Mingjing walked with the knife, the pace became faster and faster, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and between the flow of the knife light, it had turned into a light curtain, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a human sword or a knife master.

But listening to the energetic fighting, the shouting and cheering, Song Mingjing, Zhishan, Wumei and the three figures quickly fought in the Buddha hall, and the three figures arrived there, and there was a shattered explosion.

Suddenly, between Song Mingjing's knife, his wrist shook, and the 'Yijin Secret Book' slipped out of the sleeve of his robe and flew straight into the burning incense burner in front of the Buddha shrine.

The best look moved, and he pounced on it, grabbing the 'Yijin Secret Book'.

Wumei Shitai frowned, and struck it with a palm full of real strength, and landed directly on Song Mingjing's chest.

Song Mingjing stabbed horizontally in his chest, only to hear the trembling sound of "dang", his whole person took advantage of the momentum to soar, and said with a long smile: "Thank you for sending it off." ”

A knife slashed through the roof, and the figure flew away.

Wumei Shi snorted coldly, and when he was about to pursue, Zhishan took the 'Yijin Secret Book' in his hand, and sighed lightly: "Senior sister, there is no need to chase, let him go." ”

Zhishan's heart is to see through, when it comes to martial arts, he and his senior sister Wumei may not be inferior to each other, but although he and Wumei have been studying martial arts for many years, they are only theoretical, not good at fighting.

In fact, with the status of Zhishan and Wumei in the martial arts, not to mention life and death, there are very few opportunities to fight with others.

The two may be able to gain the upper hand in the fight with Song Mingjing, but if they fight one-on-one, it will be extremely dangerous.

Song Mingjing swept like a fly, and left the Shaolin Temple behind him in a blink of an eye.

But he did not go down the Nine Lotus Mountain, but ran all the way to the deep mountains, and after about a stick of incense, he found a secluded canyon.

Song Mingjing jumped down, cleaned up in the valley, sorted out a clean area, and then sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The next moment, the two meridian heart methods of easy tendon and marrow washing came to mind.

For the next period of time, Song Mingjing first spent a few days familiarizing himself with the mental method, until he felt that he had thoroughly understood the essence of it, and then he followed the qi in his body and devoted himself to cultivation.

I don't know how many years I practiced, Song Mingjing originally intended to stay for a few days and leave, but once I cultivated, I gradually forgot the time.

He worked day and night to nourish his qi, and he only obtained the marrow washing sutra of the heart method, which was practiced in just one or two days, and then he continued to practice the secret book of Yijin.

In addition to practicing internal strength, Song Mingjing did not forget to practice the dragon claw hand, Prajna palm, Bodhi knife method, strong vajra hand and other kung fu methods that he stole from the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion.

When you are thirsty, you go to drink the clear water in the mountains, and when you are hungry, you can pick some wild fruits or hunt some wild food, and the time passes day by day, Song Mingjing is completely forgetful, and he doesn't know the flow of time, the geometry of the world!

The green leaves gradually yellowed, withered and fell, and returned to dust.

A cold wind hit the ground overnight, and frost fell on the earth.

When the early hours of the morning came, the mountains were covered with frost and ice, Song Mingjing looked up and was suddenly shocked, how long had he been in this canyon?

Look at the Taoist robe, which has been dyed gray-black, and the hair has grown a lot, and the shoulders are disheveled, like a wild man.

Song Mingjing couldn't help laughing, the laughter echoed in the valley, he was on tiptoe, and without much effort, he flew out of the ground, and then jumped into a waterhole in the valley.

He spread his arms wide and let the icy waters swallow him in.

Crash!

When the whole person was completely submerged in the pool water, a certain key in the body suddenly jumped, as if opening the gate that had been locked for a long time, and the qi was surging and bulging, and in an instant, hundreds of bones flowed around the body.

The next moment.

With a "boom" sound, with Song Mingjing as the center, the pool water seemed to be split by lightning, and exploded violently, and the water waves boiled steeply and tumbled.