Song Mingjing leaned against the tree and stood with his arms crossed, his attitude was relaxed, he looked at the embarrassed Sande with a smile, and said: "Monk, let's make a deal, I'll solve the trouble for you, how about changing your marrow washing sutra?" ”

As soon as the three words "Washing the Marrow Sutra" came out, except for Li Xiaohuan who was still deaf and frantically attacking Fang Shiyu regardless of it, Li Bashan's movements couldn't help but slow, and he divided his attention into three points, and cast a surprised gaze towards Song Mingjing.

When the monk Sande heard this, his face changed slightly, and his figure also paused, and then he said: "The Washing the Marrow Sutra is my Shaolin secret book, I am just an ordinary monk in the temple, and my qualifications are not outstanding, how can I be qualified to pass on the Washing the Pulp Sutra?" What's more, if the Taoist is not my Shaolin disciple, how can he covet my sect's secret scriptures? ”

"Senior Brother Sande is right, you Taoist priest is so shameless."

Hong Xiguan resisted Li Bashan's increasingly heavy offensive while shouting reprimanded.

Song Mingjing didn't think it was wrong, and smiled slightly: "I'm shameless at most, how can I wait for you to die." ”

He looked at Sande, who looked hesitant, and said leisurely: "Monk, whether it is important to wash the marrow scriptures, or the lives of your three junior disciples are precious, you have to make a decision quickly, I am not in a hurry, I am afraid that you junior disciples can't afford to wait!" ”

Monk Sande's face changed, and before he could make a choice, Li Bashan snorted angrily: "If you want to use the old man's hand to deceive people, rat generation, you have made a wrong idea!" ”

As he spoke, he exhaled violently, as if a thunderbolt sounded out of thin air, and his palms waved continuously, like an iron broom, Hu Huiqian was swept to the ground, and Hong Xiguan was forced to fall out.

Immediately, Li Bashan abandoned Hong Xiguan and Hu Huiqian, stepped out in one step, crossed the distance of two zhang, and suddenly arrived in front of Song Mingjing, grabbed the palm of his hand violently, and drank coldly in his mouth: "The old man killed you first, a junior who doesn't have long eyes!" ”

Li Bashan's grasp went straight to Song Mingjing's brain, and the speed was really overwhelming, even a bird had to be easily caught by him.

But his grasp failed.

Song Mingjing's figure spun suddenly, and he broke away from the scope of his palm, but when he heard the "bang", Li Bashan's palm couldn't close and smashed on the tree.

Bang!

The body of the tree shook violently, and a large number of leaves were shaken off, followed by a crisp cracking sound of "click", and the trunk of the tree, which was more than a foot thick, suddenly broke and collapsed with a bang.

Hong Xiguan, Hu Huiqian couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this amazing scene, only then did he know that Li Bashan was proud of his identity when he fought with them again, and he didn't use all his strength at all, otherwise how could he resist with such a ferocious blow?

I'm afraid that Li Bashan will smash it with a punch, and he will end up with broken bones.

Li Bashan failed to strike, and his face sank: "Sure enough, I have some ability, but I am not qualified to show off my strength in front of the old man!" ”

With the strength of his legs, he swooped up like an arrow from a string, and once again launched a menacing attack.

Song Mingjing did not fight back, his body dodged left and right, rushed forward and backward, flexible like a swimming fish, shuttling at will, Li Bashan's fists and palms were staggered, although the offensive was intensive, but there was no one blow.

On the other side, the monk Sande took the lead in recovering from the shock, and glanced at Hong Xiguan and Hu Huiqian, and the two were slightly stunned, and then understood the meaning of Sande.

"Take advantage of Li Bashan's entanglement, hurry up and slip away."

The three of them exchanged glances and shot at Li Xiaohuan in unison.

Li Xiaohuan and Fang Shiyu were only fighting equally, how could they resist the four of them joining forces, they didn't even hold on to a breath, they were punched in the fist by Hong Xiguan, and their bodies rolled and flew out.

Fang Shiyu was still in pursuit, and Hong Xiguan grabbed him: "Shiyu, leave her alone, let's get out of here quickly." ”

Monk Sande said: "This is not far from the plum blossom courtyard of Wumei Shibo, we will go there, as long as Wumei Shibo is there, no one has to be afraid." ”

Hula!

The leg wind was howling, and Li Bashan had already shown his special skill "Twelve Consecutive Legs", the legs were intertwined, endless, chasing after Song Mingjing and attacking, but no matter how fast he was, he was always one step behind, and it was difficult to make contributions.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Song Mingjing stepped on a tree and climbed a few feet like walking on the ground, his legs hung upside down on the trunk, and he glanced at Li Bashan on his head and feet, and said, "If you chase me again, I'm afraid you will have to collect your daughter's body." ”

At the same time, Li Xiaohuan shouted: "Dad, come and help me, Fang Shiyu's stinky boy is about to run away." ”

Li Bashan had no choice but to give up his intention to continue the attack, turned around, and chased after Fang Shiyu and the others.

Fang Shiyu and the others had just run out of the woods, and when they arrived at the mountain road outside, Li Bashan was already good at leg kung fu, and he caught up in an instant, jumped up, and made a palm print like a cheetah pounced, and went straight to Fang Shiyu's vest that was fleeing in front of him.

Dealing with Song Mingjing in vain, Li Bashan had a backlog of fire, this palm was no longer spared, once it was solid, Fang Shiyu would never be spared.

Fang Shiyu suddenly felt a chill down his spine, he glanced back, and saw Li Bashan pressed down like a wall, making him unavoidable.

Fang Shiyu's heart was cold, Li Bashan was coming too fast, he didn't have time to fight back, and secretly said "It's over"!

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shadow stabbing out of the oblique stab, and the last one came first, and it was actually three points faster than Li Bashan.

When Li Bashan's palm power was about to reach Fang Shiyu's vest, this shadow stretched out his hand to greet him.

With the exchange of palms, Li Bashan only felt a strong surge, his wrist was in sharp pain, as if it was about to collapse directly, and the whole person was shocked and flew backwards and stumbled to the ground.

And although Fang Shiyu was bold, he was still alive this time, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of palpitations, and looked at Song Mingjing in a daze.

"Shiyu, are you alright?" Sande, Hong Xiguan stopped and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, he saved me." Fang Shiyu shook his head, looked at Song Mingjing and said.

Li Bashan stood still, his face was extremely ugly, this was of course a factor in his failure to kill Fang Shiyu, but what annoyed him even more was that he was actually repelled by a junior.

Anger turned to anger, but Li Bashan's heart was vigilant, solemn to the extreme, and he no longer had the slightest intention of underestimating it.

Although the Taoist priest in front of him is young, his martial arts are really brilliant, and he may no longer be under the senior brother Baimei, so he can't help but feel that he is not as good as the enemy.

"You are also a cultivator, why do you want to go against the old man and prevent me from taking revenge on my blood hatred?"

Li Bashan said coldly.

"Although we are cultivators, you and I are different!" Song Mingjing shook his head and sighed.

In this world, Nan Shaolin is the positive character, although Fang Shiyu is unruly, but after all, he has a chivalrous heart and will not bully the weak, so he will come to the rescue.

On the contrary, it was Wudang who colluded with the Qing court, and this Li Bashan generation of martial arts celebrities became the eagle dog of the Qing court scholars.

His son-in-law Lei Laohu is a tyrant in Hangzhou, relying on his martial arts to bully the good, colluding with the government to accumulate money, and it is not a good thing.

Song Mingjing never thought about being a hero, he can do whatever it takes, but after all, there is still a slight limit.

If he puts aside all the bottom limits, he wants to obtain the Washing the Marrow Sutra, the Yijin Sutra is actually extremely simple, just wear the vest of the Nine Gate Admiral Ordo, and inform the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, and say "Shaolin hides anti-thieves", you can easily mobilize soldiers and horses to surround Shaolin!

At that time, all the secrets of Shaolin will not be taken away by him, will the best Zen master still prefer the hundreds of years of inheritance of Southern Shaolin to be destroyed for the sake of a few secret books, and ignore the lives of hundreds of monks in the temple?

That's impossible.

Song Mingjing didn't do this, just because the best Zen master is indeed worthy of the previous generation of monks, if he was replaced by a false hypocrite like Xuan Ci, he would have been too lazy to talk nonsense and cut it with a knife!

In addition, there is another key factor, that is, the marrow washing meridian of this world, and the value of the Yijin Sutra is not enough to overwhelm the balance in Song Mingjing's heart.

The level of martial arts in this world is, to put it bluntly, just a low-level martial arts world, and the vast majority of Jianghu people practice external kung fu, and there are very few people who have cultivated internal strength.

Even if the name is the same, but the level gap is a world of difference, if it is the Washing of the Marrow Sutra and the Yijin Sutra in the Dragon and Tiger Gate, maybe Song Mingjing really doesn't want to be disciplined.

The marrow washing scripture and the Yijin Sutra in this world are far behind, and the reason why Song Mingjing wants to get his hands on them is just to guess that these two secrets can play an auxiliary role in the magic skill of King Kong.

If he can't get it, he may not have regrets.

After all, Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, Sande Monk and Zhishan Zen Master have all practiced the Pulp Washing Sutra, but even the Supreme Perfection is easily crushed when facing the white eyebrows of the great achievement, and those who can really fight against their divine skills are also enlightened Zen Gong.

Ignoring Li Bashan anymore, Song Mingjing turned to Sande again and said, "Monk, have you figured it out?" I can save your junior brother once, but I may not be willing to do it next time! ”

Monk Sande glanced at Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, and Hu Huiqian, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I agreed!" You....... ”

As soon as he said the word "promise", Song Mingjing pulled out his knife with his backhand, and a long "choking" sound led to the air, and a flash of silver knife light rolled out.

Li Bashan's face changed greatly, and he retreated sharply, only taking half a step, and with a "poof", a blood line on his neck cracked, and his head flew into the sky.

"Daddy!"

Li Xiaohuan, who had just rushed out of the forest, saw this scene, his eyes were split, he couldn't stand this blow, he rolled his eyes, and fainted directly.

Song Mingjing put the knife back into the sheath, looked indifferently at the frightened monk Sande, and said, "What else did you want to say just now?" ”