"Jueyuan, how long have you been cultivating on this Shaomu Mountain?"

"The ancient temple in the deep mountains, I don't know the time, the disciple just remembers that this Shaomu Mountain has already fallen five times. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The walker named Jueyuan, that is, Chen Fei answered in a low voice with one palm, although the eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but there is a lot less impetuousness back then, but a little more calm and indifferent, there is a hint of Zen between the lowered eyebrows- In the past five years, he has not only practiced martial arts, Shaolin seventy-two unique learning can hurt people's vital points, take people's lives, fierce and ruthless, and do the heavenly harmony, contrary to the idea of Buddhism to cross the world, is to practice the corresponding Buddhism to resolve internal injuries in each martial arts, and now his martial arts are not the same as those days, but the practice of Buddhism is also more and more advanced under the teaching of sweeping monks, and it has faintly revealed a bit of high monk bearing.

"Yes, it's been five years, when I used the kung fu of the acupuncture hand to cooperate with the doom needle to seal the true qi in your body, see that your internal strength has tended to be the day after tomorrow, I am afraid that the true qi has been completely refined by your dragon subduing elephant skill, and with the Dharma sword style that enters the house, there are not many people in the world who can keep you. It's time to explore the innate realm. The sweeping monk's expression looked at the young walker standing in front of him with low eyebrows with some emotion, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, martial arts are superb, it is rare to be born with wisdom, understand all kinds of Buddhist principles, such a disciple, the true gift of heaven!

"Returning to the master, the disciple has dissolved the "Ice Dragon's Breath" the day before yesterday, and then the internal qi is agitated with the meridians of the whole body, and it has reached the realm of the acquired perfection, and one step out, you can enter the innate martial realm, but I only feel that one step away is like a barrier that cannot be reached, the disciple is dull, and I ask the master to guide the maze. Since he learned the strength of the real powerhouse in this world, Chen Fei has been extremely yearning for the innate secret martial arts realm, and at this time, his whole body is already full of strength, and he is almost kicking the door, but he can't get out of the door, and he is already itching, at this time, he heard his master mention his martial arts realm, where is there anything he doesn't understand, he immediately folded his hands and leaned over slightly and replied, and the flat voice of Gu Jing Wubo when chanting the scriptures on weekdays rarely had a trace of trilling at this time, which showed the excitement in his heart.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the thin face of the sweeping monk, and he did not answer, his toes were light, and his body floated towards the bottom of the mountain like a falling feather, and the white clouds lined his feet, as if the Buddha had descended into the world, not like a mortal at all, after half a ring, a trace of a slightly lonely voice came into Chen Fei's ears, making the young walker's slightly excited face freeze instantly.

"Go down the mountain, boy。。。。。。。 ”

"Master。。。。。。。。。 ”

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Taking over the eight-sided Han sword that he had delivered here five years ago from the hand of the slightly eccentric Zhike monk, Chen Fei, who was still dressed as a walker, tied it around his waist, and glanced at the Shaolin Temple where he had stayed for five years with a little nostalgia - five years of Qing cultivation had given Chen Fei the illusion that he would go on like this forever, and he was really reluctant to leave at this time.

Obviously, I just wanted to learn martial arts under the sweeping monk, but how could I lose myself?

With a wry smile, Chen Fei no longer had nostalgia, turned his head and strode down the mountain, his figure quickly disappeared in the distance of the mountain road, the Shaolin Temple behind him was still solemn and solemn, dyed with a little red gold under the illumination of the sunset, the distant bell rang faintly, and the feeling of purity and solemnity was as good as in the past, but there was one less martial arts practitioner in the back mountain of Shaolin, and the chanting of the monk hall at the foot of the mountain never stopped today.

Chen Fei's foot strength at this time is extremely fast, but it is only half a meal, the town at the foot of Shaomu Mountain is already faintly visible, although it is already evening, it is still full of people, quite lively, the foot is hard, the body is only a few ups and downs before it has arrived at the gate of the town, and the crowd will "swallow" Chen Fei in an instant , Chen Fei, who had not been in the red dust for a long time, actually felt a little like returning to the world for a while, and suddenly a powerful big hand slapped Chen Fei's shoulder, and his body subconsciously operated with internal force, and he was about to bounce this hand away, but a somewhat familiar rough voice made Chen Fei's movements stop. Turning his head a little stiffly, a rough-looking man came into view.

It was a big man, with a dark complexion, and a vajra gauntlet on each of his muscular arms, with sharp edges like fangs, and a faint hint of evil aura on it, it was Yang Darttou who sent him here five years ago, at this time, seeing Chen Fei turn around, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a kind smile, and he was about to speak, but he was attracted by the crown of the walker worn in front of Chen Fei's forehead, and his thick fingers pointed to the headband, and said with a little hesitation: "Chen Shaoxia。。。。。。 What are you。。。。。 ”

Seeing this, Chen Fei knew what he wanted to ask, and replied with a faint smile: "The younger brother is already a disciple of Buddhism, and his Dharma name is called Jueyuan, I haven't seen him for a few years, but Brother Yang is still brave, but it's just 。。。。。。 After a pause, a playful smile appeared on his resolute face, which softened a lot, "I'm afraid that the little brother of the wine won't be able to invite Yang Dart." ”

"Hmm, hahaha, Chen Shaoxia。。。。。 The little master Jueyuan is funny. Yang was stunned for a moment, followed by a heroic laugh. Chen Fei just stood up with one palm, smiled and did not speak, looking at the heroic laughing Yang Dangtou's face added a little wind and frost, a feeling of right and wrong hit his heart, and he felt a burst of sadness in his heart inexplicably-let you be a hero and hero, martial arts are world-famous, but you can't compete with the washing of time, in the torrent of time, whether it is an ordinary person or a martial arts person like Yang Dangtou, or a world-famous powerhouse like Shizun, it is no different。。。。。。。

"If Master Jueyuan doesn't dislike it, how about having a meal together, looking at the look on your face, I'm afraid that you have been cultivating on the mountain for a short time, how about it?" Just when Chen Fei's expression was a little dazed, a warm and rough voice sounded, and Yang Dart in front of him was looking at him with a kind face, thinking that he didn't know much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes at this time, Chen Fei stood up with one hand and leaned over slightly: "So, it's hard work." After a slight pause, Chen Fei added: "Yang Darthead, he is still just a walker in the next place, and he can be called Chen Fei outside, Jueyuan's legal name。。。。。。。 Or don't mention it. ”

"Hmm?" After listening to Chen Fei's request, Yang Dart's face was a little strange, and he only said in his heart that he had never heard of Shaolin having any disciples of the word generation, thinking that maybe it was because the generation was too young, and it was inconvenient for young people to walk the rivers and lakes, and they were busy agreeing at the moment, and the two turned towards a hotel on the side of the road, and the hearty laughter sounded from time to time, attracting the attention of the pedestrians around.

But Yang Dart didn't know 。。。。。。。。

Shaolin abbot Kongwen monk, his teaching teacher, the law name Juehui!

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