Dali country, Lu Liangzhou, body ring temple.

In the middle of the night, the crescent moon is clear, and the branches and leaves reflect the window.

In the meditation room, two figures fought silently.

One sits cross-legged, one moves lightly, one wears a monk's robe, and the other is black.

"You are not the ...... of the Duan clan of Dali", the voice of the old man in the monk's robe was hoarse and slight, and he broke off halfway, and he was weak, as if it was very difficult to speak.

The black-clothed masked man was as if he hadn't heard it, his body was like smoke, he was uncertain, and his left and right index fingers were lightly pointed, simple and simple, but sharp and crisp.

The old monk's expression turned to sadness, his moves changed sharply, one punch after another, just when he hit the chest, neither delicate nor loud, and said slowly: "You have not practiced this yang finger at home, so why don't you use the old man, hurry up and make your own kung fu!" ”

The condensed fingers like essence struck him continuously, but they were all swept away by his fists, as if they were like catkins in the wind, scattered far away, and then disappeared into nothingness.

The black-clothed masked man suddenly turned his fingers into a fist, fighting and bullying in, the movements and moves were exactly the same as the old monk, but the momentum was extremely full and overflowing, when the chest was struck and closed, it was as soft as a brush and a little ink, just like a big pestle and smashed hard.

"Click, click", a fine and dense crisp sound, the old monk couldn't stop this move at all, his ribs were broken, his eyes were open, and his mouth was slightly open and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

The black-clad masked man stared at him for a while, his figure flickered suddenly, and when he reached the window, he flashed again, and jumped out of the wall.

Outside the room, in a corner not far away, in the deep shadows, a young man in a green shirt was silent. Stand still.

The cool silver veil was sprinkled, but his figure could not be seen, only a wisp of cold light. Gently reflected on his face.

Illuminated the closed eyes, and the rest were blurred, hidden in the dark splashed with thick ink.

After a long time, his eyes opened, and his starry eyes shone brightly and slightly.

"I'd better hurry up!" , The young man said to himself softly: "The Shaolin monk who placed the order died inexplicably, and I, the only outsider, died inexplicably...... Can you still have a good time? ”

Talking. Slowly walked out of the darkness, surrounded by the cold moonlight, and his posture was heroic. The face is not handsome, but the temperament is quite dusty, and he is carrying a dark and reddish giant sword, which makes him reveal a trace of demonism.

The alarm in his heart suddenly appeared. Hurriedly flashed and jumped. Run to the outside of the temple.

The black-clothed masked man quietly turned around and stood where the young man in green shirt had just stood.

Looking down at the slight footprints on the dirt floor, his fists clenched abruptly, and he followed the trail.

The young man in the green shirt did not know the direction, but only followed his heart.

There seemed to be a mirror in his heart, constantly reminding him to stay away from the silent black shadow.

But instead of being able to get rid of it or shake it off, it is getting closer and closer.

The young man in the green shirt was very alert. I found a gravel-covered slope with larger stones. Plunged into a pine forest.

In this way, a large part of the footprint was cut off, and unless a dog was brought with him, it was impossible to find it.

Sure enough, the dark shadow in the mirror faded away.

He was still not at ease, and continued to run for a long time, until the mirror surface was crystal clear, and there was no trace of light ink.

At this time, the moon sets and the sun rises, and the heart begins to be peaceful.

The young man in the green shirt breathed a long sigh of relief, leaned on a pine tree to rest, and sighed secretly: "Yesterday, the monks in the temple talked about the Shaolin Xuanbei master, I should go, I noticed the sound at night, I should also go, it was really curiosity that killed the cat, I wanted to run to watch the show, this is good, not only was Shaolin remembered, but also by that person...... I'm far from his match now......"

He spoke softly and said, "Murong Bo...... In the way of others, give back to others, this is the signature of your Murong family...... You've been pretending to be dead and running away, and others won't think about it, hehe, but ...... Can't you think of your son...... Although the martial arts are high, a person is a fool! ”

The young man in the green shirt complained to himself for a while, looked at the newborn rising sun, and thought: "I'd better go quickly, there must be a big pot of porridge in the body ring temple at this time, but it won't be long before he will be like crazy, and he will have to search all over the radius of dozens of miles...... The monks in the temple treat me very well, but I don't want to kill them! ”

said to go quickly, but he was a big road idiot, and after a long time, he was still in the pine forest, and then he realized that he was constantly turning in a big circle, and now he was back to the original point.

The many monks who had searched for it approached.

Fortunately, the pine forest is so dense that unless you are very close, you can't see anyone at all.

The young man in the green shirt finally gave up finding his own way, but relied on the perception far beyond ordinary people, as well as the light skill that was not low, and followed the direction of the monks' actions, not far away, until they gave up searching.

Then he has been wandering around in the barren mountains and forests, looking for the way, and it took three days before he got on the road.

I asked someone about the way, and I knew that I was heading to Dali.

The young man in the green shirt patted his head, he was speechless, he wanted to go anywhere now, he just didn't want to go to Dali, there was a huge pit, and it was a huge pit that was about to be filled with muddy water.

However, he was about to vomit after going around in circles for the past few days, and he didn't dare to leave the avenue, so he planned to find a fork in the road and change directions again.

"Feng Xiao Xiao!" , someone shouted from behind.

The young man in the green shirt was taken aback and stopped to look back.

The people who knew his name in the world would never have more than ten fingers, and all of them were monks in the ordination temple, and they all had a good relationship with him.

The one who came was indeed a monk, but not an acquaintance.

Two middle-aged monks hurriedly approached, suddenly slowing down, and leaning forward vigilantly.

They saw the strange black giant sword from a distance, all of which were blessed by the Buddha in the dark way.

A monk took out a portrait, compared it carefully, and said: "Little monk Shaolin Huizhen, the donor is called Feng Xiaoxiao?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao nodded.

Another monk said: "Little monk Shaolin Huiguan, the wind donor has been temporarily living in the body ring temple recently?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao sighed and said, "Next, do you want to ask me, why did you leave suddenly?" ”

Hui Zhen and Hui Guan glanced at each other and said in unison: "Not bad! ”

Feng Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, turned his head to look, and saw that there was no one around, so he suddenly drew his sword and swept out.

The two monks have been guarding carefully, and when they saw him make a move, they shouted angrily in unison, one with a knife and one with a stick, and suddenly the wind rose sharply.

But all the Shaolin monks who can get out of the temple are screened layer by layer, and their martial arts are not of a certain temperature, and they will not be sent out at all if they do not have twenty or thirty years of hard work, so as not to lose the face of Shaolin Temple at will.

Huizhen and Huiguan, two monks, since they can travel with Shaolin monk Xuanbei to visit the Dali royal family, they are naturally the best among them.

The knives and sticks came out in unison, and the momentum was terrifying.

The steel knife is like fire, blazing, and the iron rod is like fog, and the shadow is heavy.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes froze, and he scolded secretly: "The level of martial arts in this world is too high, just look at this turbulent wind, you know that their internal strength is extremely high, and they are not inferior to the Quanzhen Seven Sons in the previous life, this is just the second generation of Shaolin's disciples, and it doesn't let people live well?" ”

Although the mind does not stop, the hand is even more slow.

The Xuantie Sword is unpredictable, like a willow leaf, swinging in the uncertain wind.

With just one sword, the fire was extinguished, the dense fog was dispersed, the sword and stick were sticky, and even though the world was shifting, it was suddenly leading, and it was released and retracted.

After "pop, click", there was silence for a short time, silent.

"Luckily, I'm not weak!" , Feng Xiaoxiao chuckled and jumped back.

The eyes of the two monks opened sharply, and they wanted to crack their eyes, one had a sunken head, and the other had blood in his neck.

They never expected that the two of them would work together, not only could they not block even a move, but they also ...... Or suicide.

Feng Xiaoxiao smiled suddenly, turned his head abruptly, looked at the way he came, sighed, and waited with his sword.

There was a burst of laughter, which sounded like laughter, but there was no laugh in it, and the voice was sharp and thin, and it was extremely unpleasant.

From small to large, it only takes a moment.

Feng Xiaoxiao only glanced at it, and knew that compared with the people who came, his light skills were far behind, like running on the ground and flying in the air.

This person is extremely tall, and extremely thin, and his face is also extremely long, and suddenly he came to the moment, looking at the bodies of the two monks, and said with a smile: "The little brother is really bold, dare to kill the disciples of the Shaolin Temple......"

Suddenly, he paused, and said in a lost voice: "This is the Dou Zhuan Xing ...... You are Gusu Murong Fu! Before the words fell, they had already floated three feet away, looking ready to slip away at any time.

Feng Xiaoxiao was silent, just looked at him coldly.

This person smiled and said: "North Qiao Feng, South Murong, the fame is really not small......

Feng Xiaoxiao interrupted: "It's Nan Murong, North Qiao Feng, you have to remember it firmly!" ”

The man coughed dryly and said, "Our four wicked people and the Gusu Murong family have always been well water and not river water......

Feng Xiaoxiao glanced at him and said softly: "I know you, the 'ferocious and vicious' crane in the clouds, good at making iron claws and steel staffs, and martial arts are cranes and snakes!" ”

Yun Zhonghe was obviously startled, jumped a few steps to the side, and reluctantly smiled: "Gusu Murong Clan, with his way, he will give back to his body, and he will be famous all over the world......"

Feng Xiaoxiao pretended to be extremely impatient, and said: "Although the four evildoers are powerful, ...... here You're the only one! He was suddenly startled in his heart, turned his head to look at it, and immediately scolded this guy for being extremely cunning, obviously deliberately delaying.

Yun Zhonghe also turned his head, and said with a strange smile: "It's difficult to do now, these two people in the back are the dogs of the Duan family in Dali, and the dog's nose is the smartest, if you find that the bald donkey of Shaolin is dead in ...... Hehe, Murong Gongzi, I'll go first, don't send it, don't send it......"

Feng Xiaoxiao swung his sword, dodged to the moment, smiled, lowered his voice, and said, "How could I ever say that I am Murong Fu?" His voice rose suddenly, and he said loudly: "Crane in the clouds, you big wicked person, you dare to kill the senior monk of Shaolin Temple...... Don't want to run ......"

When the two people in the back heard this, they rushed even harder.

The crane in the cloud stretched out his fingers and pointed at Feng Xiaoxiao, and screamed, "You...... You ......", he immediately came back to his senses, and the lightning flashed and floated to the side. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to the book friend "Ten Nights of Ink Dyeing" for rewarding 1888.