In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun rubbed his eyebrows.

Don't blame him for having an accident with Shen Herong.

According to the memory left by the evil emperor, or according to the inherent impression of their righteous brothers and sisters, the "Ape Dragon King" Ao Kong will never have anything to do with raising children.

Through the blue sky eye, Zhang Dongyun's side is not bad.

Over there, Shen Herong rarely fell into a sluggish state, his eyes were straight, and he didn't know how to answer each other's words for a while.

The girl in purple grabbed her hand anxiously.

Shen Herong came back to his senses: "It's the daughter of the Ape Dragon King?"

"Yes, my name is Ao Ying. The girl in purple replied, "I was separated from my father before, and I am looking for him." ”

Shen Herong asked, "He's here in Xinyuan County?"

"We're separated here, and I'm not sure where he is now, so I'll have to look for him first. Ao Ying replied.

At this time, there was a sudden earth-shattering noise above the heads of the two.

When I looked up, I saw that Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Mountain Villa above, had already spelled out a real fire with the little monk Huiming.

Yun Mo was no longer bare-handed, the Qingxia spear famous in the Eastern Tang Dynasty came into his hand, and as soon as the shot pierced, there was a flash of green light, as if it was going to pierce the entire Kongshan Mountain.

His cultivation is higher than that of Huiming, and his marksmanship is sharp, and the blue light gathers at the edge of the spear as if it is indestructible.

Although Huiming condensed Sumeru Golden Mountain, it was still difficult for him to take this shot with the strength of the seventh realm.

"Master Yunshi, the poor monk has been offended. ”

The young monk spoke, and his palms finally opened, and then he clenched his fist with one hand.

The seventh realm of Buddhism, the name of Sumeru, the will of Sumeru Mountain, infinite thoughts, there is infinite power.

It can condense and manifest the defense of Mount Meru, or you can take the initiative to attack and subdue demons and promote the Dharma.

Huiming's thin body, at this moment, burst out with a huge power that even martial arts powerhouses dare not underestimate.

Under the punch, it was as if the Sumeru Golden Mountain smashed into the cloud desert.

Yun Mo's eyes were cold, and there was a little blue light on the front of the gun, which became more and more cold.

He was confident that if Huiming really dared to pick up his spear with his fist, he would pierce Mount Meru with this shot.

However, Master Hui Ming passed on the magic power of Buddhism, and in addition to internal practice, there was also an external practice of Sumeru Demon Fist.

The subtlety of the fist style is even higher than the cloud desert Qingxia gun.

Huiming's fist was gentle and graceful, just avoiding the gun's edge, and then from the side, like Sumeru, it fell like Mount Meru, and hit the barrel of Qingxia's gun.

The spear was then shaken away by Huiming's punch.

Yun Mo missed a shot, and suddenly put away the gun, his expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and he looked at the young monk in front of him.

Although the other cultivation paths are very different from martial arts, most of them also have their own external training methods.

It's just that martial arts is driven by the body's qi and blood, while the other cultivation paths pass through their own methods.

Like the Taoist concept of forgetting the truth, there is a dragon poke hand, and when the disciples in the meditation are in confrontation with others, they can also fight in close combat.

However, for other cultivation paths other than martial arts, external practice is not the mainstream.

It seems that the dragon poke hand of the Forgotten Truth, if he only fights with this move, Yun Mo is confident that he will be stabbed to death by him with a single shot.

But right now, this little monk actually relied on his physical martial arts to take over his Qingxia spear?

This monk's cultivation realm is still one realm lower than him!

"The master is good at cultivating. ”

Yun Mo said slowly: "But that witch, Yun Mou is determined to win!"

As soon as he said that, the Qingxia gun in his hand turned into a Taoist blue light and stabbed at the little monk Huiming.

Before, Yun Mo was still on the lookout for more enemies around him, but at this moment, he put aside other distractions and went with all his might.

In front of him, there is an enemy who needs his strength.

The eighth realm's Yun Moli made a move, and his momentum was different from that of Fang Cai.

The blue light flashed in a row, and for a time it seemed to cover the entire top of the mountain.

This time, Hui Ming didn't even have time to speak, so he was engrossed and concentrated on resisting Yun Mo's attack.

The Sumeru Demon Fist was used by him to the extreme, as if moving a Mount Meru to fly back and forth.

The blade of the Qingxia gun was repeatedly missed by him, but Qingguang became more and more urgent and faster, which made Huiming's pressure continue to increase.

There is a way that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, and if you continue for a long time, there will eventually be loopholes.

Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Mountain Villa, was like a patient hunter at this time, constantly oppressing Huiming and catching Huiming's flaws.

However, the resilience of the little monk on the other side far exceeded his expectations.

Since I have to concentrate on the other side's gun, I simply don't want to do anything.

It seems to be in danger, but Huiming's expression is becoming more and more peaceful and peaceful.

His heart is full of light.

Yun Mo was certainly trying his best, but he was still worried about the Phantom Sky Dragon escaping.

At this moment, Hui Ming is leaving Phantom Heavenly Dragon, Chang'an City, Shen Herong and even himself behind, and there is only a little clarity on the spiritual platform to illuminate the trajectory of the opponent's spear.

Fortunately, Shen Herong didn't forget him, and when he broke through and fled with Ao Ying, he let the clouds under his feet separate into a cloud and wrap it around Huiming's waist like a rope, pulling him together.

Although Yun Mo had the upper hand, Hui Ming was like a reef standing on the seaside, no matter how many waves kept beating, he just wouldn't fall.

Yun Mo tried to bypass Hui Ming, but Hui Ming's fist kept chasing after the barrel of his gun.

The Yun Zhuang Lord was furious, and simply stabbed at the cloud qi that dragged Hui Ming.

But at this moment, in mid-air, a little thick ink suddenly dispersed.

The air, like a pond, rippled and spread.

The blue light flashed into the thick ink, and the evil spirit disappeared.

Yun Mo was suddenly startled.

In addition to Huiming, there is also a Confucian master?

Yun Mo, who had just focused on Huiming, was startled, and hurriedly raised his mental vigilance.

But around, there is no such thing as a master.

Yun Mo watched and listened intently, but still couldn't find the other party.

Could it be that the other party's strength is too much higher than him?

Yun Mo was shocked.

In Chang'an City, in Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun, who saw all this through the blue sky, laughed.

That bit of ink is naturally Shen Herong's handwriting.

But she didn't strike now, but when she was close to Gongshan before, she secretly left ink in mid-air and ambushed her in distress.

Hui Ming didn't notice it, and Yun Mo didn't notice it either.

But now, everyone left Gongshan together, Shen Herong deliberately chose this side, and Yun Mo chased after him, and stepped on one thunder after another.

Under the effect of her spell, the cloud qi rope dragged Huiming to fall onto the cloud Luo Hua cover, and then flew far away.

The other Qingxia Villa warriors who had the intention of stopping were all blocked by ink.

Yun Mo didn't know what was going on, but in his anxiety, he still accelerated towards Shen and Rong and the others.

Helplessly, a large ink blot suddenly appeared halfway, covering more than an acre in the air.

Yun Mo's whole person almost crashed headlong into the ink.

He stopped just in time, but the inkblots swept at him in turn.

Yun Mo could only try to crack the ink with his own spear.

When the ink was removed, he saw that Shen Herong and the others had already flown away.

“...... Chase!" Yun Mo hesitated for a while, but still led people to chase after him: "Be sure to intercept people before they return to Chang'an!"

Shen Herong glanced back: "There is not much left in Xinyuan County, let's find this place anyway." ”

Ao Ying was a little surprised, Yun Mo and the others were chasing after her, she thought that Shen Herong would propose to go back to Chang'an first.

Shen Herong didn't explain much, just controlled the clouds under his feet and flew towards the last few state capitals of Xinyuan County.

Although Ao Ying was uneasy, she still thanked Shen Herong, and then pointed to the other party to find her father.

"What if Xinyuan County doesn't have any?" asked Shen Herong.

Ao Ying sighed: "Two months later, it's my birthday, if my father remembers, he should go to meet me at the agreed place." ”

Shen Herong nodded, and didn't ask where the other party was.

She turned her head to look at Huiming again.

The other party is still frozen, in a state of emptiness that does not want to think, and it will take a little time to recover.

At this time, if anyone moves him easily, it will immediately cause him to automatically counterattack.

The little monk didn't hear anything about foreign affairs, so Shen Herong had no scruples about talking to Ao Ying.

"The inheritance is good, there is a shadow of Zhongyue Temple, but it is a little different. She seemed to be talking to herself.

Through Qingtian Eye, Zhang Dongyun listened, but his eyebrows raised slightly.

In the memory of the evil emperor, there is no name Zhongyue Temple.

But when he looked at Huiming's boxing skills, he also felt familiar.

However, it did not originate from Zhongyue Temple, but from Leiyin Temple, which was destroyed by the Twelve Yamas in the past.

"I heard that after the destruction of the Leiyin Temple, the monks who fled later built the three temples of Zhongyue, Bodhi and Lingguang. Shen Herong muttered.

Ao Ying in front of her heard this and shook her head: "I don't know." ”

Zhang Dongyun on the other side of Qingtianyan was thoughtful.

It's no wonder that the little monk Huiming's boxing skills are so clever.

Generally speaking, in addition to martial arts practitioners, Buddhism is the best at practicing the method, which is related to their practice style.

Buddhism from the inside out, the spiritual power blesses the body, the stronger the soul, the stronger the body, and even the strength and strength of the two points, better than the martial arts masters of the same realm.

On the contrary, martial arts are from the outside in, the stronger the physical body, the stronger the spiritual will, the stronger the physical body, the stronger the divine soul, the inviolable all evils, and not afraid of the attacks of other cultivators against the divine soul.

From another point of view, the two are also opposite.

If a warrior is injured and his qi is weak and weak, his spirit will become weak.

If the master of Buddhism has a mental breakdown, the incorruptible body of Vajra will also quickly disintegrate.

Buddhist practitioners can barely compete with martial arts practitioners in terms of physical bodies, but when it comes to moves, strain, etc., they are always higher than martial arts powerhouses.

Hui Ming can use the Buddhist cultivation of the seventh realm and the fist technique to resist the eighth realm of Yun Mo, in addition to because he has entered a state of clear mind, it is the quality he has learned, and it is above the Qingxia Villa where Yun Mo was born.

In the Daming Palace, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Dongyun's mouth.

Huiming's appearance made Shen Herong expose something.

Of course, it may also be that she took the initiative to confess herself.

Monk Huiming withdrew from the empty state of Lingtai, curious about why Shen Herong and Ao Ying did not return to Chang'an.

"Sister Ao Ying and her father are separated, and she is looking for her father in Xinyuan County. Shen Herong explained.

When Hui Ming heard this, he said no more.

He paid more attention to Yun Mo and the others who were chasing after them behind him.

and whether it appeared in the air, blocking the thick ink of Yun Mo and others.

"Do you have a Confucian master to help us?" asked Huiming.

Shen He's face did not change: "It may be Mr. He in the city, the bald brother has seen it." ”

Thinking of the white-clothed scholar, Huiming suddenly felt cold in his vest.

The three of them soon visited the remaining state capitals of Xinyuan County.

However, the "Ape Dragon King" Ao Kong has not yet been found.

"Let's go back to Chang'an first and look for it later. Shen Herong comforted Ao Ying.

They embarked on their way home, but Yun Mo and the others still refused to give up.

It's not just Qingxia Villa that everyone is following them.

In the distance in the air, another figure appeared: "Has it fallen into the hands of the people in Chang'an?"

Among the three major offerings of the Eastern Tang Dark Pavilion, Mu Hongyuan, the only remaining martial arts master, fell into deep thought.