Huashan discussed the sword, Wang Chongyang won the first place in the world, but an unknown event happened less than a day later.

After discussing the sword that day, on the mountainside of Huashan, I saw Wang Chongyang, who had just won the Nine Yin True Scripture, entangled with a Taoist priest who was not young, but was extraordinarily jumpy, followed by several young Taoist priests, both men and women.

"Senior brother! Brother! I'll just take a look, I just want to see what kind of martial arts this cheats are so sought-after, you just let me see! Senior brother, senior brother"

Wang Chongyang frowned, "Botong, how many times have I said that this time for my brother to compete for this Nine Yin True Scripture is not for the martial arts above, but to dispel the martial arts heroes, so I am not allowed to read this Nine Yin True Scripture under the Quanzhen Sect, Bertong, you are not allowed, and you are the same." The last sentence was addressed to the young Taoist priest behind him.

"Yes!" The people behind immediately replied respectfully.

Only the Taoist priest who escaped was still entangled.

"Senior brother, I'll just take a look, can't I see if I don't practice?"

Suddenly, Wang Chongyang's face froze, he pressed Zhou Botong, and looked in one direction with a solemn gaze.

Zhou Botong looked over puzzled, and saw a white-robed boy and a strange monk drinking in the pavilion on the mountainside.

The white-robed boy was handsome and laughed freely, but the monk had a sad face, and drank as if he were drinking poison.

Seeing Wang Chongyang and the others coming down the mountain, the white-robed boy suddenly stood up and seemed to come over.

It is said that it is 'seeming' because Zhou Botong's eyesight did not see how the person came, but in a blink of an eye, this person appeared in front of several people. blocked the way.

"You are Wang Chongyang? The world's number one master? ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in the young man's voice.

"Yes, I'm Wang Chongyang, the number one master in the world is just a friend in the rivers and lakes to carry love."

Wang Chongyang replied solemnly. After fighting with several other masters for seven days and seven nights, a few wisps of sweat oozed from his unchanged face.

"What! Senior brother, you Huashan won the first place in the sword, and you are naturally the number one master in the world, how can you say that you are raising love. ”

Zhou Botong muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Berton!" Wang Chongyang scolded.

I saw that after hearing this, the smile on the young man's face on the opposite side was even stronger, and he suddenly jumped and slapped Wang Chongyang with a palm.

"No. 1 in the world, take my palm!"

This palm has no momentum, though. But Wang Chongyang didn't dare to be careless, and greeted him with both palms.

Then I saw the two of them facing each other with three palms, and the palm of the white-robed boy was fluttering. It seemed that there was no power, but as soon as it came into contact, an overwhelming internal force surged, and Wang Chongyang's palms couldn't resist it. Knocked open arms by a palm. Then it is slapped on the chest.

"Wow!"

Wang Chongyang took a few steps back sharply, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he felt that all his internal organs were broken.

"Master!"

"Senior brother!"

The fellow Taoist priests were all shocked, no one expected that the middle-aged Taoist who had just won the first place in the world would be repelled by someone with a blow.

Immediately rushed over to help Wang Chongyang, and a few little Taoist priests drew their swords at Mo Wen, just looking at them shaking their hands, they knew what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Hand over the Nine Yin True Scripture and the mantra of the Innate Gong, and I can let your junior brother and your group of apprentices go down the mountain alive. You also have a year to prepare for the funeral. ”

"What did you say!"

Zhou Botong's eyes were red, and he wanted to do it when he jumped up. was desperately stopped by Wang Chongyang.

Spit blood out of his mouth, Wang Chongyang silently took out two volumes of the Nine Yin True Scripture from his arms and threw them to the young man in white.

The young man in white took it and flipped it quickly, his eyes slicing over each page, and then threw it to the monk who was drinking.

"Monk, remember what you said."

"Yes! The little monk remembered. The bitter smile on the monk's face became even stronger, and then he picked up the Nine Yin True Scripture and read it carefully.

On the other side, Wang Chongyang also began to recite the mantra of innate skill with the support of several apprentices.

Half an hour later, Wang Chongyang had already memorized the innate skills, and the monk had also finished reading the Nine Yin True Scriptures, and returned the scriptures to the white-clothed man.

The man in white didn't look at it, and threw it back to Zhou Botong.

Staring at the little monk, the young man spoke: "Little monk, remember what you said, if I can't see the scriptures you said and put them in my hands by then, your Shaolin Temple will be more than just a scripture pavilion!" ”

After glancing at the Huashan Mountain Road behind the few people, the young man turned and left, and disappeared after a while.

Seeing the young man walking away, the monk's face was even more distressed, and he slapped himself fiercely.

"Call you cheap, boast that you can create even more martial arts on it just by looking at the Nine Yin True Scripture!"

'Smack! Again.

"Tell you to talk too much, what do you say that Huang Shang is too heavy in martial arts in order to take revenge, this is your business!"

After the fight, he cried and said: "It's okay now, provoke this old monster, it's troublesome!" The martial arts comparable to the Nine Yin True Scripture, see how you explain it! ”

Then there were a few slaps, only to make his cheeks red, and then he stopped, which attracted the attention of those little Taoist priests.

After the fight, the monk glanced at Wang Chongyang, who was surrounded by people, sighed softly, and walked over.

"What are you doing!" Immediately, a little Taoist priest raised his sword.

But the monk pushed him aside with his hand, and then stretched out two fingers to put them on Wang Chongyang's meridians.

After a while, he shook his head and sighed, stood up, and said lightly.

"As the old monster said, you'll have a year to prepare for the future!"

"Really? Does the master think so too? It seems that Chongyang is doomed this time. Wang Chongyang smiled bitterly.

Then he asked: "Does the master know who the young man was just now, I, Wang Chongyang, have asked myself that I am not weaker than others in my life, but I didn't expect to be beaten to death by someone in the end, at least I have to figure it out when I die." ”

The monk glanced at Wang Chongyang and said angrily: "Youth? He's about the same age as your grandfather! Except for the old monster at the Ethereal Peak of the Tianshan Mountains, who else has this kind of skill? ”

"It turned out to be him!" Wang Chongyang's eyes shrank.

The monk glanced at Wang Chongyang with pity, "You dare to claim to be the best in the world in front of him, it's really sad!" ”

After speaking, he shook his head and left, leaving only the inexplicable Zhou Botong and a few people-

On the mountain road of Huashan, a person dressed as a scribe tightly covered his chest, shocked and inexplicable, before today, he would never believe that someone could defeat Wang Chongyang, whose martial arts were still above him, with one palm, and he would never dare to believe that someone could be so far away, just a look was so shocked that he didn't dare to do it.

What is the origin of this young man, the scribe lowered his head and thought, and suddenly the figure of the palace master of the plain girl palace appeared in his mind again, did the mysterious woman know something, so she stopped at the last time? ――

Only a few people know about the events of that day, so in the eyes of others, the person with the highest martial arts in the world at this time is still Wang Chongyang, although he died after only a year, the four masters of 'East Evil and West Poison, South and North Beggars' are Shenlong Seeing the head and not seeing the end, for a while the martial arts calmed down again, as if nothing had happened.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed.

Zhangjiakou, Henan, this is the north-south passage, the place where the outer fur is distributed, densely populated, and the city is prosperous. On this day, a young man with a red horse in his hand came here, only to see him looking around, looking around like a hillbilly, and finally came to a big hotel, tied the horse to the horse stake in front of the door, entered the store and sat down, asked for a plate of beef, two catties of bread, and ate it in a big gulp. He has a strange appetite, but the custom of eating is strange, and he doesn't use chopsticks, he grabs the beef patty and stuffs it into his mouth, and eats it happily.

Suddenly, I heard a noise at the door of the store, and saw that the shopkeeper was shouting at a ragged and thin teenager. The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a swarthy torn fur hat crookedly on his head, his face and hands were full of black coals, and he could no longer see his true face, and he held a steamed bun in his hand, grinning, revealing two rows of shiny snow-white teeth, but they were extremely incommensurate with his whole body. The eyes are dark and very smart.

One of the shopkeepers shouted, "What are you doing?" Don't let me go yet? The young man said, "Okay, let's go." As soon as he turned around, another shopkeeper shouted, "Put down the steamed buns." The young man put down the steamed bun as he said, but there were a few dirty handprints left on the white steamed bun, and he could no longer sell it. A fellow was furious and threw a punch, but the boy ducked. The naïve young man saw that he was pitiful, and just wanted to make a noise to relieve the siege, he heard a voice from the store.

"It's just a steamed bun, it's on me."

The young man and the little beggar were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other.

I saw that in the store, a handsome man in a white robe and a mink coat was sitting there, asking for a large table of wine and food, and he poured himself a drink.

Seeing that someone was settling accounts, the shopkeeper could only give up, and the naïve young man didn't say anything when he saw this.

On the contrary, the little beggar looked at the food on the table, looked at the steamed bun in his hand, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said loudly: "This steamed bun is not well done." Poor thing, give it to you! "Throw a leper puppy at the door. The puppy pounced on it and munched on it.

A shopkeeper sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the white meat steamed buns are fed to the dogs." ”

The naïve young man before also felt a little wasteful, thinking that this little beggar was hungry to grab steamed buns to eat, but he didn't want to be playing, but it was a pity that the food was gone.

However, the man in white smiled when he saw this, "Since I don't like the steamed buns, how about the little brother come over and have a drink?" ”

The little beggar was not polite, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm bored by myself, and I'm looking for a companion." "It's a Jiangnan accent.

The boy smiled, noncommittal, when the young man next to him listened to some nostalgia, his mother is from Jiangnan, looking at the young man and the boy in white talking happily, he felt lost in his heart, as if he had lost something important, but in the end, it was the heart of a young man, and he put aside for a while, and ate the beef patty. (To be continued......)