Miss Ruotang is familiar with the book "Twelve Nights of Secret Conversations".

Li Xiyang's method of bowing is quite strange, she is a little confused, although there are many anecdotes of the rivers and lakes recorded in the book, but the secret method of the Dao Sect such as the secret of Dengzhen is not among them.

The robe was really ruthless, and there was a bruise on his forehead under the heavy knock, and there were blood stains oozing out.

The momentum of the three knocks is stacked layer by layer, the night sky in the Rinshan Temple is exceptionally clear, the power falls from the sky, all gather above the old monks on all sides, the people of Suzhou City only feel that the mountains are shaking, the chickens and dogs have opened their doors one after another, if there is a big movement from the feet, they will pick up a few valuable belongings and run out, the vibration is instantaneous and still, many people are relieved, and sleep sweetly in the confusion.

The old monks on all sides and the eight-armed magic weapon fell into the ground, and the green bricks were all broken, and they were more than half a zhang into the soil. Brother Cai clapped his hands behind the arch, to say that this trip to Suzhou City, the biggest gain is to get acquainted with the two strange people of the green shirt and the Taoist robe...... Although he did not marry a wife and take a concubine, he participated in a lot of happy events of watching people get married, one worshiped heaven and earth to give birth to the grace of all things, two worshiped the grace of high cousin parents, and three worshipped husband and wife as if they were guests, and then became a courtesy.

Brother Cai became a witness behind the small arch, and he no longer trembled under his feet when he was alone in his pleasure, and every time he knocked on the robe, he would recite the testimony of the celebrant in pieces, and he looked like he was watching a play, and the old monk did not forget to joke after falling into the soil: "Unique, really unique! If you knock the little lady into the soil when you get married in the future...... I don't know what kind of scene it was. ”

Ruotang girl was also stunned before, she and Brother Cai had roughly the same idea, although her face did not show too much expression, but she couldn't cry and laugh at the moves of the robe in her heart, until the old monk fell into the soil on all sides, she didn't know how powerful the coercion of this heavy knock was, if it was an ordinary person, I was afraid that she would have been crushed to pieces, thinking of this Ruotang opened her mind again, trembling all over, no one knew what she thought of......

Li Xiyang stood up and said to the top of the flower basket building: "Dao Ye is out today, and the next thing is up to you!"

Dao robe looked cold, and stared at the messy depression in front of him, he faced the old monk before, and only after the collision did he know the strength of the other party, if he didn't drop his face and bend his knees and knock hard, I was afraid that this "turning the sky" momentum could not shake the old monk on all sides. Ruotang saw a small line of blood crossing the cheeks of the robe, and he also put away his cranky thoughts...... Everyone says that men have gold under their knees, and Li Xiyang can do whatever it takes to buy time for his brother, this persistence and affection make others feel warm, heroes and heroes are just ordinary people with a selfless heart.

Qingshan entered the roof of the flower basket, and before he stepped on the threshold of the meditation room, the yin wind carried the beautiful Sanskrit sound to attack first, Qinggang came out of the black sword, and surrounded Chen Yuzhi to fight against it, time was pressing, if he could not destroy the golden body of the evil Buddha as soon as possible, he was afraid that Xiao Zamao and Ruotang would be in danger, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter the meditation room.

"Ya, I didn't expect this evil Buddha to still have consciousness......"

Chen Yuzhi didn't expect that the golden statue of the evil Buddha in this meditation room was still conscious, and it could actually push itself against the outside of the meditation room...... In order to get out of it for himself, Xiao Zamao has already given up everything, if he can't break the evil Buddha, how should he face Xiao Zamao in the future? At least let him shout that his eldest brother is no longer singing, thinking of this, Qingshan was also ruthless, and said: "If you can't even do an evil Buddha, how will Lao Tzu go to the Hidden Yuan Society in the future!"

Qingyi pulled a sword flower, unloaded the talisman Qinggang, and then returned the black sword to the snow-white scabbard, without the sword intent, instantly melted into the body, at this time Chen Yuzhi's eyes were pregnant with sword intent, like the sharpest sword in the Rinshan Temple, resisting the Sanskrit sound without retreating, so he stepped into the meditation room step by step.

In the meantime, it was pitch black, the moonlight covered the flower basket building, but could not shine into the meditation room, through the faint light of the sword qi, a four-sided Buddha statue stood in front of Chen Yuzhi, suddenly there was crying, laughing, angry, scolding echoed in the ears, Chen Yuzhi kept his mind steady, two fingers together to break the golden body of the evil Buddha, a gust of wind blew behind him, the green shirt looked back and saw that there was more than a drop of blood Guanyin on the threshold of the meditation room, a drop of vermilion fell to the ground, like the waves in the lake spread in the meditation room.

Chen Yu knew that the secret way was not good, and his body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't move.

I don't know what the blood-dripping Guanyin is, it can move out of thin air, and at this time it is in front of his eyes, and his strange expression makes people worry, and what's worse is that he has lost his ability to move, and at this time he is like meat on a chopping board, so he has to be slaughtered......

Panlongyu was in a commotion, and there was a sense of familiarity on the chest of the green shirt, he knew that it was the little loach who woke up, and then glanced at his eyes and the little golden snake that poked out two points of pitch black kept looking at each other, although the little loach was psychic, but he had not tried to communicate with each other.

Chen Yuzhi shouted in his heart: "Little loach...... Little Ancestor, can you help me roll out two talismans?"

I don't know if the little loach will be wrong, Qingshan felt that the Panlong jade exuded a faint heat, which was a precursor to its intention to be classified into the jade, and Qingshan said in his heart: "Hey, hey, hey, little loach, why are you so unrighteous!"

The little snake ignored Chen Yuzhi and sank his head into his clothes, looking determined to return to the jade.

"Little Ancestor, how about I go find a female snake for you after this incident?"

The dust outside the flower basket building was flying, the old monk jumped out of the gravel pile on all sides, his body was spotless, the purple light of the evil Buddha was still deep, he did not confront the broken robe, but faced the flower basket building with compassion, and wanted to kill the green shirt that entered the meditation room on the top of the building first, Li Xiyang gasped after leaning into the sky, as if he was a little exhausted, he knew that he couldn't stop the old monk, but he knew that he couldn't do it, but his determination to do it was extremely firm.

The old monks on all sides bent slightly, and then jumped straight to the top of the flower basket.

The bandages on Li Xiyang's body were already red, and Ruotang said, "Don't be impulsive!"

Before the hosta woman's voice fell, the robe had already jumped into the air, and he held a peachwood sword in front of the old monk, knowing that the Sanmao sword technique was useless, but he still moved forward...... When I was on Maoshan Mountain, I remember that when I first learned the Sanmao Sword Technique, Uncle Zeng Li said something to himself, he said: "Xiyang, the Sanmao Sword Technique is not outstanding compared to the world's sword skills, do you know why everyone in the mountain gate practices it?"

"Uncle Shi, is it because there is no other sword technique in Maoshan except for the Sanmao sword technique?"

Uncle Zeng Li smiled and said: "The size of each plant of the marigold silver platform is different, the big bud thinks that it is spring to bloom alone, and the small flower bud thinks that it is difficult to meet spring if there is no foil, whether it is grass or season, it is not one person or a flower who has the final say, thousands of fireflies can compete for glory, thousands of streams become rivers, and the same is true of rivers and lakes!"

Xiao Zamao said: "That's right, if the Sanmao Sword Technique is missing, how can there be a spring of dead wood in the Rinshan Temple at this time?"

The peachwood sword burst out with a wave of heaven and earth righteousness, and the Taoist robe turned the original Sanqing qi into a sword gang in mid-air, shaking the old monk back with a posture that is not afraid of life and death, and then exhausting the horizontal sword, like a vicious dog who is unwilling to give up his bones, firm and persistent!