The three old men on horseback, one fat, one thin and one medium, have no relationship with positive adjectives, but their skills are really not weak. The middle-sized old man flew from his horse and slapped his palm at Guo Xiang, and the internal force in the palm wind was drumming. Guo Xiang used the iron palm skill to fight with him, and with a bang, he exchanged palms, only to feel that although the opponent's palm technique was mediocre, his skill was really not weak, and he was afraid that it would be close to forty years.

At the same time, his arm strength is far greater than that of ordinary people, and Guo Xiang was stunned under one blow. The short sword in her left hand was originally going to fly to the thin old man and force him to put down the rattan box, but at this time, he couldn't hand it out.

If it weren't for Guo Xiang being the second generation of chivalry, there was no shortage of tonic for fighting strength since childhood, and he had been practicing the Yijin Forging Bone Chapter of the Nine Yin True Scripture diligently for the past year, at this time, the internal strength of the original force had greatly improved, otherwise I was afraid that it would be slapped away in one palm. (Note: The original version does not explicitly say whether Guo Xiang has practiced the Nine Yin True Scripture, and here is another explanation)

Qiang, the fat old man pulled out a sword from the saddle, and the sword light flashed and stabbed Guo Xiang in the chest and abdomen, and the shot was ruthless. Guo Xiang used the Luoying Divine Sword learned from the Outer Skill Huang Yaoshi with his left hand, and the Luoying Divine Sword Palm with his right hand, and worked with the two old men together. Previously, when facing the colorless Zen master, in order to hide his origin, he couldn't see the power of taking a move from the east to the west, but at this time, he concentrated on using a set of sword palm kung fu of Peach Blossom Island, and the power rose in a straight line.

I saw Guo Xiangren swinging with the wind, moving left and right, one person and two people maneuvering, showing the results of the experience of the rivers and lakes. But after all, his skills were still weak, and he fell behind after forty moves. The tall and thin old man with the rattan box on his back saw that there was no one else left and right, only Guo Xiang, a little girl, who was here, so he laughed and turned around and rushed up. There was a clang. The short sword in Guo Xiang's hand was slapped by the thin old man. A strong surge is coming. She couldn't hold it in her hand, and the whole sword flew into the air with a whizz, and she didn't know where it fell.

The three old men shouted, and attacked Guo Xiang's body at the same time.

In a hurry, Guo Xiang used his empty fist with both hands, and the moves in his hands were soft and weak. Avoid the real and the virtual, lead the left and the right, and control the rigidity with soft force. Barely unharmed. After three moves, both sides retreated and flew to both sides.

"Hmph, the little girl thinks she can beat the old man with two strange tricks?" the tall and thin old man sneered.

"You shameless people, no matter how high your skills are, what is there to be proud of? I thought that you are from the Western Regions, and you don't know what to see and teach, but I didn't expect that you would be unbearable, and you would actually kidnap and kidnap young children, what is the difference between you and that Tartar!" Guo Xiang waved his fists: "With me here today, I will not let you do anything wrong no matter what!"

"How do you know that we are from the Western Regions?" The tall and thin old man frowned when he heard this, as if Guo Xiang had said something.

"Don't talk to her. It is right to go up the mountain after a quick shot. The fat old man persuaded.

The thin old man was just about to nod, but Guo Xiang shouted angrily: "This is the authentic Shaolin sect." Decent bull ears in the world, you are doing nonsense here, are you not afraid that the Shaolin master will arrest you? I advise you to put down the child quickly, and it is right to admit your guilt and receive punishment!"

Guo Xiang didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he mentioned "Shaolin Zhengzong", the three old men immediately glanced at each other, and their expressions changed subtly. The middle-aged old man sneered: "Two senior brothers, this matter must not be leaked. When the judgment is constantly suffering, there is no one else here, what should be taken care of? Don't pity the fragrance and cherish the jade-kill!"

Killing words are exported, killing is out of the heart, and the murderous spirit is pressing.

The three old men flew off their horses and pounced, with a sword, a palm and a fist, and their moves were ruthless, all of which were murderous tricks. Guo Xiang's eyes tightened, she didn't know why she mentioned the Shaolin daimyo, but the other party became as vicious as eating dichlorvos. But at this time, she tried to meet the enemy while observing her surroundings to see if there was any power she could use.

When the three old men rushed up and killed the killers, a sword suddenly flew out of the woods not far away. The sword, with a whistling sound, shot at the three old men with a menacing momentum. This short sword flew into the air and roared intimidatingly, obviously with a strong internal force. The three old men hurriedly dodged, and with a bang, it was deeply inserted into the solid stone steps of Shaomu Mountain, which was the sword that Guo Xiang had just flown out of his hand.

"Girl, your sword was lost, Xiao Sheng had no intention of picking it up, so I came to return it. "A white-clothed scholar in his thirties stepped from the depths of the woods, and this guy with a crepe mouth was none other than He Zudao.

"Is it you?" Guo Xiang couldn't help but be surprised, he couldn't see anything when he first met this strange person, but now he saw that He Zudao was actually a master.

"It's Xiaosheng. He Zudao completely ignored the three old men, and showed a charming smile at Guo Xiang: "When Xiaosheng saw the girl, he suddenly had inspiration to compose a song for the girl, and specially invited the girl to comment on ......it."

Before he finished speaking, the three old men attacked in unison with a roar of rage. Then He Zudao frowned, and made a move to wrestle with the three old men. In the sound of crackling palms striking each other, He Zudao was one against three but did not see the decline at all, and there was a faint feeling of lightness in the light and breezy posture, which was a sign that he was about to step into the realm of martial arts masters. As soon as Guo Xiang saw that the helper was coming, his spirit was greatly lifted, and he pulled out the purple short sword in the stone steps with force, and attacked it with his sword, attacking with two against three.

Seeing that they could not take down the two, the three old men no longer fell in love with the fight, turned around and ran away with a false move, mounted their horses and galloped upward.

"The tone is strangely big, the hands are soft, and the arrogance is arrogant, what a joke. He Zudao despised the three old men who had been beaten away, and then took out a Jiaowei piano with twenty percent enthusiasm and said to Guo Xiang: "Girl, Xiaosheng has a new song...... Uh, girl?"

turned around and looked, where was Guo Xiang's shadow. When I turned around again, I saw Guo Xiang whipping and riding a donkey to chase the three old men, and shouted to this side without looking back: "Let's kill those three bastards first and then listen to the tune!"

[In the future, don't be verbose, fight to the death first, and then speak when you are disabled. 】

Guo Xiang's ears seemed to be echoing with someone's teachings, that time really made her remember deeply, and her style has changed a lot in the past year. When the horse was chasing after him, Guo Xiang couldn't help but think: Where is Sister Yang now? Why did such an outstanding and eye-catching person disappear and there was no news anymore......?

Distraction is only for a moment. Chasing the enemy is the big thing.

The donkey galloped for a while, and then he was tired and snorted and stuck out his tongue. can make Guo Xiang angry. This stupid donkey is really unreliable at the critical moment. So she had to get off the donkey and walk on foot. And He Zudao, because of Guo Xiang's words, also chased after him with the qin and followed him up the mountain.

"These three old men, why do they want to run to Shaolin Temple in a panic?" Guo Xiang was suspicious, but he couldn't think of an answer for a while. This place is not far from Shaolin, and after the three old men galloped quickly, the two of them climbed to the end of the stone steps when they were only a stick of incense. Arrived at the platform open space at the gate of Shaolin.

Before Shaolin, two old men, one fat and one medium, were still talking to the monk at the door, but the thin old man was gone, thinking that he had entered the Shaolin Temple.

"Okay, you three thieves actually threw themselves into the net?" Guo Xiang stabbed with his sword, and at the same time shouted to the Shaolin monk: "Little monk, go find the masters such as Colorless and Tianming, and take down the three saints of Kunlun together!"

"The Three Sages of Kunlun?" the monk was stunned.

"The Three Sages of Kunlun?" the two old men were stunned.

"The Three Sages of Kunlun?" He Zudao was also stunned.

The stunned expressions of these people confused Guo Xiang: "What's wrong?"

He Zudao couldn't cry or laugh: "The three saints of Kunlun are me, I am the three saints of Kunlun." ”

"Is that you?" Guo Xiang was stunned.

"Is that you?" the monk who played soy sauce continued to be stunned.

Subsequently. The monk disappeared after a while, and ran all the way into the temple to report. Not for a moment. I only heard the sound of footsteps in the temple, and it seemed that a large number of people were gathering. With a creak, the Zhumen cave opened, and many people rushed out of the Shaolin Temple, and the scene immediately became bigger.

The one hundred and eight Arhats of the Luohan Hall, the eighteen gray-clothed old monks of the Zen Heart Hall, the wordless monks such as colorless, phaseless, immeasurable, and vain, plus the Shaolin abbot Tianming Zen Master, as well as all kinds of cats and dogs, and various hidden characters all came. The total number of Shaolin Temple is less than 700 people, and there are four or six monks and monks. At this time, about 150 people gathered at the door, which can be regarded as an incredible pomp.

The point is that the tall and thin old man and the monk Wuxiang stood side by side, with a very unanimous attitude of hatred and hatred for the outside world. As soon as he saw this situation, Guo Xiang's heart immediately sank, and he secretly said that something was wrong in his heart.

As soon as there were many people, the mouths were mixed, and the situation began to drive towards a comical, inexplicable, and deviated road. Because they talk too much, they are also empty-headed with guns and sticks, so here I will simplify and summarize -

Tianming: Wu Na man, you are the Three Sages of Kunlun?

He Zudao: Lao Tzu is the three saints of Kunlun, isn't Shaolin in the Western Regions very good, don't you want me to delist, get out and compare!

Tall and thin old man: Our Shaolin in the Western Regions just can't see your name crazy, there is a way that the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, our Shaolin Temple is a cow, you are a wool, eat in front of Shaolin.

Tianming said again: Are you just coming to Shaolin to fight, don't you have anything more meaningful to do?

He Zudao said: I am here to summon the news, Yin Kexi's last words, let me pass the message to a monk named Jueyuan, and call it out quickly.

Wuxiang interjected: You say what you say, you can drop it, Shaolin in the Western Regions is the same as us, I heard that you just beat them like dogs, this field must be recovered, bright sword to take it!

In short, in a noisy and chaotic conversation, Guo Xiang wanted to interject three times, but no one paid attention to her. She glanced left and right, and the young child was the only one in the crowd, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. Seeing that this group of people were arguing and didn't have the idea, Guo Xiang was irritable, and finally used his internal strength to shout: "Shut up——!"

Her internal skills are not strong, and she has not learned sound skills, but the woman's screams were already sharp and piercing, and after this sound, it really temporarily shocked the scene, and everyone fell silent all of a sudden.

In the silence, Colorless came out and introduced: "Senior brothers, this is the second girl of Guo Jing's hero-Miss Guo Xiang." ”

When Tianming heard that he was a second-generation hero, with an extraordinary family background, and a lot of relationship with the New Five Uniques, he immediately straightened his expression and asked, "What do you have to teach Second Miss Guo?"

In the face of more than 100 monks, in the face of the long-standing Shaolin, Guo Xiang still dared to ask loudly: "Abbot Tianming, let me ask you, but the child that the thin old man just plundered is hiding in your Shaolin?"

"Robbing children?" Colorless had never heard of this, he had just had a very happy conversation with Guo Xiang two days ago, and knew that Guo Xiang had a heroic temperament and was not a person who spoke his mouth, so he frowned and looked at the three old men: "This junior brother, but is there really such a thing?"

"Hmph, how can there be such a thing. The yellow-mouthed child is just talking nonsense. The medium-sized old man snorted disdainfully. "Lao Tzu is at home." What can you do with me".

"Heh, I don't say anything about my family, but I didn't expect you to be so brazen. "Although He Zudao is a natural stay, he also has the benefits of being a natural stay, that is, he doesn't fake. Of course, while not being fake, he is also not good at talking. Hearing this kind of nonsense that was obviously talking nonsense with his eyes open, he immediately sneered: "You Shaolin are such scum. I look at the signboard of this hundred-year-old martial arts holy land, I don't want it. ”

Guo Xiang's heart is not good, He Zudao's words are too widespread, and he offends all the Shaolin monks with a stick. Sure enough, the bald heads on the other side were unhappy, and Wuxiang immediately said in a strange voice: "I Shaolin doesn't call this signboard, how can you be judged by a barbarian? ”

Guo Xiang saw that the topic was about to be deviated against, and immediately tried his best to set things right: "Don't talk about anything else." The old man ran up the hill with a rattan box tied to a young child. He entered Shaolin. But the young child is gone, and I think it is hidden in your Shaolin. What is the reason why such a murderer is right in front of him, and if he is not taken, he will come back and question us?"

Seeing Guo Xiang's straight eyes, Wuse knew that what she said was true, and immediately frowned and wanted to speak. But at this time, one of the eighteen old monks in the Zen Heart Hall said in a sinister manner: "How can you accept what you say?"

The other also said in the same tone: "What the senior brother said is very true, this Shaolin is not a place for you to mess around, retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame the poor monk for being polite." ”

"You ——!" Guo Xiang was very angry this time, she traveled south and north, and she had never seen such a bird thing.

On weekdays, people in the rivers and lakes always say that Shaolin is a holy land and a pure land. Now in the face of such a situation, her good impression of Shaolin has dropped to the freezing point, and she no longer cares about any size and inferiority, and raised her voice to Tianming and shouted: "Abbot, what do you say." If you don't answer truthfully, after today, the people on this river and lake will not be ignorant of this!"

Everyone looked at Tianming, and Tianming was also in a dilemma. Guo Jing's second girl is known as a chivalrous person, and she is good friends with the reckless heroes of the rivers and lakes, black and white, and she can't be touched, or offended. If she is really annoyed and spreads it on the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that Shaolin Qingyu will suffer a heavy blow.

But on the other hand, that child is too important, and he has a big secret, and he absolutely can't let go.

Buddhism spreads the law and recruits disciples, Shaolin is a member of the Buddhist family, and the prosperity of the Buddhist family is the prosperity of Shaolin, and the death of the Buddhist family is the death of Shaolin. The influence of Buddhism in the folk is directly related to the rise and fall of Shaolin. And one of the great sayings and gimmicks of Buddhism is that "if you don't cultivate this life, you will cultivate the next life" and "endure in this life and be blessed in the next life". But the theory of reincarnation is illusory, and no one knows whether there can really be retribution for enduring humiliation in this life. Good men and women burn incense and make offerings, and the picture is just a psychological comfort, and the expectation of reincarnation in my heart is greater than my belief.

Even Tianming himself, when he talks about reincarnation, never expects it.

But by the way, the kid appeared.

If the child's secret is true, if the child is really that person's "reincarnated spirit child", if it can really be proved that reincarnation is indeed a thing, then the influence of Buddhism will explode and rise rapidly. Even if they are emperors in the world and have a good face in the world, they will eventually bow to the power of Buddhist reincarnation.

At that time, do we still need to guard against any Immortal Heavenly God Sect? Do we still need to compromise with Confucianism and Taoism? Do we still need to care about the small rumors spread by Guo Xiang? Do we still need to care about such a small face?

No! Not at all!

At that time, Buddhism only needed to push flat to dominate the entire faith world!

This matter is related to the importance of dà, and even the rest of the Buddhist temples are not known, and a group of elm heads who are too upright in the Shaolin Temple are not informed, only the top and least number of people in Shaolin know. Now, the only thing I am worried about is that I have not yet verified the boy's true body, and I am not sure if it is true.

If there is a big oolong, if it is not like that at all, it will be a big mess.

In this uncertain moment, Tianming has contradictions in his heart, but he is decisive. We can't deny it outright, and we can't let them go. Fortunately, the Buddhist mouth cannon is the best at it.

I saw Tianming take a deep breath and said slowly: "Miss Guo, the monks don't speak. Senior Brother Pan did send a boy into my Shaolin Mountain Gate just now. ”

"Good. The abbot master is the abbot master. Guo Xiang exhaled. felt that Tianming was still a real person: "Shaolin Temple enjoys a century-old reputation, and it really lives up to its reputation, and I ask the abbot to quickly capture these three villains who kidnapped young children!"

"Second Miss Guo, there are some misunderstandings in this matter. Although Senior Brother Pan sent a child, it was not a captivity, and it was naturally impossible to talk about the villain. Tianming's face was not red, and his heart was not beating and he said the most nonsense words: "This son has a relationship with my Buddha, and now, he has been ordained a monk in Shaolin." ”

Well. If that child is really the reincarnation of that person, then of course it is "related to the Buddha". The old monk and I are not a believer, I have not broken the vows, Amitabha, good and good.

"You!" Guo Xiang was angry, he didn't expect this abbot to be even more shameless, and immediately raised his hand and pointed: "Tianming, you are the abbot of Shaolin, but you are so brazen, you-"

"Enough. Huangkou Xiao'er, dare to be rude to his abbot three times or twice?" An old monk from the Zen Heart Hall flew out. A claw grabbed Guo Xiang: "Willful and unreasonable, I think Guo Jing and Huang Rong have no way to teach their daughters." Today, the poor monks will educate their daughters for them, and they can understand if they want to come to the rivers and lakes!"

This claw has a sharp wind sound, a tiger and a dragon, and it is one of Shaolin's stunts. This old monk's skill is amazing, and the dragon claw hand is a very strong means of attacking and killing, and he can catch a pair of piercing a thick tree with one claw. Seeing this, He Zudao couldn't bear it, and immediately screamed and pounced. But when he moved, everyone moved. The eighteen old monks of the Zen Heart Hall came out with two more people, and attacked He Zudao with one punch and one kick. These two people were much stronger than the three old men of Shaolin in the Western Regions, and He Zudao immediately became weak.

Colorless was friendly with Guo Xiang, and wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but was stopped by Wuxiang and expressionless: "Where is the junior brother going?"

At the same time, the old monk was ruthless, and his martial arts were far higher than Guo Xiang's. Under the killer, he dismantled more than 20 moves, and then grabbed Guo Xiang's shoulders. Guo Xiang only felt that the strength of the other party's ten fingers was amazing, as if he could crush his entire shoulder blade at once, and his heart was suddenly painful. She lost her temper, gritted her teeth and held back the pain, and kicked her legs with all her strength to fight back. But when the leg is mentioned on the old monk's body, it is like hitting a boulder, obviously the other party has practiced hard skills such as iron cloth shirts, how can this leg be of any use.

"Hmph, the little girl just has to discipline well. I will teach you a lesson today, and he will remember not to be wild casually!" The gray-clothed old monk pinched his fingers and divided his arms, and he had to use the means of dividing the muscles and bones. Even if you can't really crush Guo Xiang's shoulder, you must at least unload her arm and cut off one of her arms.

Guo Jingxin's name of the Five Uniques is loud enough, but this old monk has always disagreed, and even indignant. What about Guo Jing, what about the Five Uniques, what about Huashan on the sword, my Shaolin is not rare at all, I don't think it's too low to attend!

Besides, my Shaolin is in the border of Henan, and now it is the territory of the Mongols, and Guo Jing may not dare to come. Even if Guo Jing really dares to go to this Shaolin Temple theory, the poor monk still wants to see if your eighteen dragon palms can lower my dragon claw hand!

The world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, and my Shaolin is the strongest in the rivers and lakes!

Give, I, crack!

"Senior brother, slow down!" Colorless was shocked, and just as he was about to come to stop him, he saw a black strange figure suddenly rushing up from the stone steps in front of the mountain gate. The strange shadow came so quickly, only to feel the light and shadow flash, and then there was a bang, and the gray-clothed old monk snorted and flew out upside down, staggering into the group of monks.

"What a person!" a monk shouted, and then they were all stunned, because the black shadow was not a human, but a tall horse. This dark horse is really a miracle, looking forward to life, you must know that the gray-clothed old monk has profound skills, and has more than 50 years of skills. At the same time, he studied Shaolin hard skills, and ordinary martial artists may not be able to shake him even if they go all out. But the black horse's front hooves kicked the gray-clothed old monk directly, and under the sudden and steady and fierce blow, the old monk has not eased his breath now.

But - all the monks looked at each other and could not figure out what was going on - how could a black horse suddenly come running?

In other words, why does this horse want to kick the old monk who can run?

"Finally let you win once - but I let you run a full half of the way first, you don't win, what's so good to be so angry. ”

A female voice came from the bottom of the long stairs, and the black horse shook his head and tail and jumped up and down when he heard the female voice, looking very proud, as if to say, "No matter what, we finally won". At the same time, there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves, and it seemed that several horses were rushing up at the same speed.

"It's ...... This voice is ——!" Guo Xiang was suddenly stunned. I have traveled the rivers and lakes, seen so many people, and heard so many voices, but such a voice with publicity, toughness, and as if it is about to evaporate self-confidence is unique and unforgettable.

Whoosh, a figure jumped up the stairs and came to the open space in front of the Shaolin Temple.

In the eyes of all, the man was an extremely tall (for this era), with long flowing hair and eyebrows, which were not pretending to be awe-inspiring, but still naturally imposing.

Guo Xiang's eyes widened, and he couldn't help muttering, "Yang ......"

I've seen so much, I've experienced so much, I've met so many people, but most of them are as traceless as water. But on the contrary, maybe it's because the surname is Yang, maybe it's because she and that person are both rebellious and crazy, maybe it's because it's the first time she almost made a big mistake because of her self-righteousness, maybe she has some kind of trait that she lacks and yearns for, in short, she can't forget the woman who fought back with her weak strength in the dark cave.

Although there was no great feeling that day, they naturally separated. But the more she travels in the rivers and lakes, the more she meets all kinds of people, the more she feels that she is different. It's like in a dark-toned painting, with a bright and bright color, and the memory becomes more and more vivid. While looking for her big brother, she couldn't help but look for the trace of this big sister.

But after a long time, the two people surnamed Yang have also been heard from in the same way.

The more this is the case, the more it will be unforgettable.

And now, looking at the person in front of you, although the iconic hair color is different, the height and appearance seem to be a little different. Taller and prettier. But this look, yes, this wild, bold, and energetic look will definitely not be wrong!

"Sister Yang!" (to be continued......)

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