Half a month later, a ruined brigade of Mongolian cavalry walked on the desert.

It is hard for outsiders to imagine that this is a Mongolian army known for its ferocity and discipline, with half-fledged banners and disorganized formations, most of whom have not even put on their armor, their faces covered in dust, their eyes bloodshot, and their expressions insensitive to them.

With a "whoosh" sound, a sharp arrow came from a distance, and a Mongolian knight fell off his horse and died without a snort.

However, the people around them walked forward numbly and desperately as if they had not seen all this.

This situation has been going on for a week, and the original pursuit team of thousands of people is now less than 100 people, and most of them are buried forever in the vast desert.

A week ago, according to the order of the commander Temur, this brave and warlike Mongolian iron cavalry took turns to rest, chasing and killing Zhang Xinyi day and night, trying to drag him down.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the first to be unable to support it was the Mongols themselves.

As if he would never get tired, he was not affected by the sleepless pursuit of the Mongol soldiers, but repeatedly found the right time to launch a powerful counterattack, and several cavalry squads died under his sword, but when the large team arrived, it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

In the following week, as if he was competing with the Mongol cavalry, he raided again and again, withdrew again and again, coming and going like the wind, like a ghost.

Under the trend of the other, the Mongols' army became smaller and smaller, and even when they were eating and sleeping, they suddenly found that their comrades around them had died, and they had not been able to get normal rest for several days, and they were extremely tired mentally and physically.

Later, Zhang Xinyi simply dropped out behind everyone, harvesting the lives of Mongolian soldiers with one arrow at a time, sneaking attacks when eating, sneaking attacks when drinking water, sneaking attacks when sleeping, and even sneaking attacks when it is convenient. It never stops, it doesn't stop for a moment, as if a patient hunter eats away its prey bit by bit.

On several occasions, the Mongols were so frightened that they could not even organize a threatening charge.

Another three days passed, and the remaining Mongol cavalry was less than twenty people, and the strong desire to survive kept them up to now, but it finally came to an end. Many people fell to the ground with a "poof" and never got up again.

Finally, the leader of the team didn't know what to say, and everyone fell to the ground, and the color of death and death that was reflected in their eyes was numb.

The sound ......of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer, and the young knight came from afar, maneuvering his horse through the lying crowd and coming to the leader.

"You're here?" Captain Temur smiled bitterly and said.

"Yes, I'm here." Zhang Xinyi looked condescendingly at the Mongolian high-level who had been chasing him for nearly a month, but now the offensive and defensive sides were reversed, and the roles of hunters and prey had changed.

Temur looked at him blankly, and suddenly smiled: "Good! What a man in the world! Death under your sword is not humiliating under you. Let's do it! ”

Zhang Xinyi smiled at him and said, "Okay! ”

Dismount and swing your sword, and your head falls to the ground.

After doing all this, Zhang Xinyi turned over again, glanced around at everyone on the field, and said, "Tell Temujin that I will come back......"

With that, he rode away alone.

A month later, the Mongol army, which had numbered 1,000 men, ended up with only two Mongol soldiers leaving the desert and returning to the steppe court.

Soon after, an astonishing piece of news spread across the continent. After being chased by the Mongolian iron cavalry for half a month, an unknown man brazenly counterattacked, killed thousands of Mongolian iron cavalry with his own strength, and killed the commander Temur in front of the battle, and then drifted away.

Such achievements are close to mythology, many people did not believe it at first, because the strength is exhausted, even if the martial arts are high, there is a time when the internal strength is exhausted, and it has been confirmed by many parties that this news is from within the Mongolian high-level, and the authenticity is beyond doubt.

When the news came out, the Central Plains was shaken! How many anti-Yuan righteous people rejoiced, their confidence increased greatly, and the anti-Yuan wave came one after another, although they were soon brutally suppressed by the Mongolian iron cavalry, but the fire of hatred was quietly planted......

It is said that Temujin was furious and personally formed a team of martial arts masters, vowing not to kill this person!

At the same time, the Mongol iron cavalry poured out of the nest and rushed towards the nearest Han city, paying tribute to the Mongolian warriors with a hundredfold blood!

For a time, the Central Plains martial arts were shaken, and the bloody methods of the Mongols made more martial arts people who cherished their home and country resolutely join the army and rose up to resist the tyranny of the Mongol Yuan.

At this time, Zhang Xinyi rode a horse and galloped on the endless prairie, completely unaware of everything that happened in the outside world.

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"The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast,

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep ......"

On the endless prairie, Zhang Xinyi rode slowly, lazily admiring the customs outside the plug, and was in a comfortable mood.

However, there is still a problem...... Not far behind him, an uninvited man followed him unhurriedly.

After riding a horse for several days, he didn't get rid of the person behind him, and he could keep up with the galloping horse with only his foot strength.

At noon on this day, Zhang Xinyi dismounted and sat on the ground, set up a bonfire on the grass, and prepared today's lunch.

The man in the back also stopped and sat quietly to eat.

"Your Excellency has followed you for the next three days and three nights, so it is better to come here to talk about it." After lunch, Zhang Xinyi's heart moved and shouted behind him.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to communicate with the other party.

The wind was loud, and a red and yellow monk's robe fell in front of Zhang Xinyi, and a voice as rotten as dead wood slowly saluted: "Poor monk dry bones, I have seen the donor." ”

The person in front of him was an extremely old monk, with layers of folds on his face, loose skin, and markings on his face, as if he would be unable to breathe at any time. However, his eyes were as pure and immaculate as a baby, and he quietly looked at Zhang Xinyi with an indifference that saw through the world.

This person is over 100 years old, and some people believe it, but judging from his ability to surpass a galloping horse, his body is stronger than that of a man in his prime.

Zhang Xinyi's heart was slightly cold, but he was not afraid, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be an old monk." The monk is not in the temple to participate in the scriptures and recite the Buddha, what do you do with me? ”

"The donor is wrong, although the poor monk's lineage belongs to Tantra, he neither participates in the scriptures nor recites the Buddha."

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"Martial arts."

Zhang Xinyi felt a little interested, he came to this plane to practice martial arts, Zhengse asked, "What is the monk practicing?" ”

"The dragon elephant is like a meritorious work, and the donor is the most suitable person for this meritorious work that the poor monk has seen in this life." The old monk finally tried to see the dagger.

"It's the Tantric Dharma Protector Divine Skill that is known as the most difficult in history, and it is impossible to practice to the top level in a lifetime?"

When the old monk heard this, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that the donor has heard of this skill, so it's better, go back with me!" ”

After that, the big hand covered it like the sky, and then Zhang Xinyi "fainted".

Of course, Zhang Xinyi is not really unconscious, as the existence of a spiritual body, even if he dies, he only loses part of his spiritual power, not to mention that he is only temporarily unconscious in his physical body.

He sees the world from the perspective of a third person.

The old monk mentioned him, and he flew away at an astonishing speed, crossing the grasslands, crossing the desert, climbing the snow-capped mountains, and finally came to an ancient temple built on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The temple is empty, quiet and cold, but it is an excellent retreat.

On this day, Zhang Xinyi woke up "just right", quietly looked at the endless snow peaks in the distance for a while, and said: "The old monk wants me to learn martial arts with you, why knock me unconscious." ”

The old monk was surprised, "Would you like to?" ”

'Of course!' The dragon elephant is so famous, how many people want to see it but can't get it, I am also very interested. ”

The old monk was stunned for a while, and then sighed: "With the peerless talent of the donor, how many masters of the sect want to accept the donor's subordinates, the old man made this decision, and I ask the donor to forgive me." ”

This time it was Zhang Xinyi's turn to be stunned, "I have good qualifications?" ”

In martial arts works, one of the most important factors is qualifications, those with excellent qualifications can practice martial arts with half the effort, and one day of practice is equivalent to a few days for others, and it is only a matter of time before they become famous. If there is no adventure, practicing martial arts for a lifetime is also a general achievement, and everyone is unknown.

The old monk sighed, "Lao Qu has a younger generation, known as the most suitable genius in the world to practice the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong', but compared with the donor, his qualifications are no different from the difference between fireflies and bright moons, and between stubborn stones and beautiful jade. ”

"That stubborn stone can't be the Golden Wheel Dharma King...... right" Zhang Xinyi muttered to himself, it turns out that I am so powerful.

"Donor......" The old monk suddenly looked at Zhang Xinyi eagerly, "The old man's time is short, and I am afraid that I will not be able to see the highest level of 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong' in this life, so I just want to pass it on to a successor who is most suitable for it." Now that you've agreed, let's get started......"

"Ah, so fast! Okay......" Zhang Xinyi was dumbfounded, and it took a while before he agreed in a daze......

"There are 13 levels of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", the first level of kung fu is very simple and easy, even if it is a foolish person, as long as it is taught, it can be practiced in one or two years.

The second layer is twice as deep as the first and takes three or four years. The third layer is twice as deep as the second layer, and it takes seven or eight years.

This multiplies and multiplies, and the further you go, the harder it is to progress. After reaching the fifth level, if you want to go deeper, you often have to work hard for more than 30 years......"

At the top of the snow peak, in the meditation room of the temple, the old monk and Zhang Xinyi sat cross-legged, and a pot of steaming tea was placed on the tea table in front of them. Zhang Xinyi was sitting in a precarious position, listening to the old monk's eloquent talk.

"This sect belongs to the first line of Tantric Vajra Sect, and there have been many monks and scholars in the past dynasties, but this thirteen-layer "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" has never been practiced by anyone who has reached more than ten layers. It takes thousands of years to practice to the supreme thirteenth layer. ”

"Why does the old monk think that I can train in my lifetime?"

The old monk smiled slightly, "The donor is extremely talented, and it may take ten or twenty years for others to achieve, but when this set of exercises is in the hands of the donor, it can greatly shorten the practice time." ”

"Oh? In this way, I am desperate to see the dragon elephant miracle. ”

"Hah! Ha! Ha! Good! The old monk laughed three times, the sound was like a bell, like a thunder tsunami, and the vibration made the snow peaks in the outside world tremble.

Farther away, the snow that had been accumulating for thousands of years began to slowly collapse and collapse.

The old monk smiled, with a big hand, and pressed on the top of Zhang Xinyi's head without seeing how he moved, and the surging internal force continued to pour into the meridians from the Yongquan acupoint.

"Concentrate and calm down, remember this practice route, Lao Wei is now planting a wisp of dragon elephant true qi into your dantian to help you practice the first level of ......"