The sweeping monk saw that Song Xing had an understanding, and he was also relieved in his heart, and said to him again: "Among the little lay warriors, there are many shadows of the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, although the kung fu of the Xiaoyao School is very powerful, but they were all realized by Pan Lang seventy years ago, and there are many flaws. ”

Song Xing nodded, in fact, he had also vaguely noticed this recently.

The kung fu of the Xiaoyao School is extremely powerful and the progress is extremely fast, but it lacks supporting exercises to exercise the spirit, and it is very easy to lose control of the spirit when practicing the kung fu of the Xiaoyao School.

Thinking about the background of Xiaoyaozi's creation of the Xiaoyao School, perhaps Xiaoyaozi's purpose in creating these kung fu was to quickly train a group of top masters for his own use, so he did not improve the follow-up exercises at all.

Seeing that Song Xing had already noticed something, the sweeping monk didn't say anything more, and took out an object from his bosom with a twist: "The poor monk has a congenital map here, which was given by the teacher when he left Huashan, this picture contains the innate avenue, and today it is transferred to the little layman, I hope it will help you." ”

Song Xing was stunned for a moment and said, "This is given by Mr. Xiyi, how can I accept it." ”

Seeing Song Xing's resignation, the sweeping monk smiled and said: "My road ahead has been broken, and it is not of much use to keep this picture, so it is better to leave it as a gift." ”

Seeing that the sweeping monk insisted on giving it away, Song Xing bowed and stretched out his hand to take the extremely famous innate picture scroll in later generations.

Song Xing said to the sweeping monk again: "Xiaoyaozi leaves Shaolin, and it is bound to set off the misery of life again, what can the master teach me?" ”

The sweeping monk sighed, shook his head and said: "Don't come to the painting to see the river in front of the temple angry waves, the hatred is still high through the ages, he has resentment in his heart, it is no longer a person to persuade, but unfortunately, it is a pity!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Song Xing to speak, he had already turned around and headed towards Shaolin Temple, Xiao Yuanshan bowed slightly at Qiao Feng and followed the sweeping monk.

Looking at the back of the sweeping monk in the distance, Song Xing's eyes showed a look of regret.

Among the people present, only he and the sweeping monk knew that the sweeping monk had serious internal injuries in his body. This is also the reason why he and Song have not gone all out, perhaps when Xiaoyaozi left Shaolin, he was already injured in Xiaoyaozi's hands.

With the deadline approaching, and with his injuries so badly wounded, it's no wonder that the sweeping monk would say that his future was over.

Although Xiaoyaozi's whereabouts were not found, Song Xing was satisfied with the results of his trip to Shaolin.

In addition to knowing the secret of the identity of the sweeping monk, several martial arts secrets stolen from the sweeping monk are all the top in the world.

After handling Shaolin affairs, Song Xing once again took the people of the six doors and the beggar gang to go down Shaolin Mountain.

Under the leadership of Xuan Bei, Shaolin has closed the mountain gate and has not performed in the rivers and lakes for fifty years.

The army besieging Shaolin under the mountain was transferred by Zhezong, and after learning about Shaolin, he also had to return to the capital.

Song Xing took the people of the six gates, together with Qiao Feng's beggars, and went down the stairs of the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Thinking of Shaolin, which was once known as the world's great faction with the beggar gang, but now because of Xuan Ci's fault, he had to fall to the current state, Qiao Feng couldn't help but feel related.

After several encounters, Qiao Feng completely agreed with Song Xing, and there was no longer the rustiness and vigilance of the first meeting between the words.

Qiao Feng suddenly asked, "Brother Song, does the imperial court not plan to negotiate peace with Western Xia?" ”

Song Xing nodded and said: "Yes, the Great Song Dynasty now occupies the land of the Qingtang Dynasty, and looks down on the Western Xia and Tubo ministries, and the ministers of the court and the central government all think that this is a rare opportunity to destroy the Western Xia in decades, and there are many opponents of peace." ”

Qiao Feng said: "In this case, if the imperial court uses troops against the Western Xia, the beggars are willing to be the vanguard against the Western Xia Yipintang. ”

Song Xing said with a smile: "With a hero like Brother Qiao, the Great Song Dynasty destroyed Western Xia, and it was only in the morning and evening." ”

Just as the two were talking, a sudden sharp sound rose from the bottom of the mountain and rose all the way up into the sky.

Song Xing and Qiao Feng's faces changed at the same time, and the four thousand forbidden troops who followed Song Xing all the way to Shaolin surrounded Shaolin under the mountain, and Song Xing divided them into four teams before going up the mountain, guarding the four exits of Shaolin down the mountain.

Now it is the forbidden army that exits from the northwest that is ringing out of the arrows.

The sound of arrows and arrows indicates that the 1,000 forbidden troops under the mountain have encountered an irresistible force and have to ask for help from the forbidden troops in the other three directions.

"I'll go to the aid first!"

Song Xing walked quickly to the cliff by the steps, dropped this sentence, and turned over and jumped down under the stunned gazes of Qiao Feng and the others.

Shaolin is built halfway up Shaomur Mountain, and it is nearly 100 meters away from the nearest foot of the mountain.

Song Xing just crossed the steps in front of everyone and jumped down the shortcut!

The violent wind brought by the fall from a high altitude cut down his eyes like a knife, and in the face of the rapidly approaching cliff wall and the looming ground, Song Xing's left arm popped out and pressed lightly on a raised rock.

A huge momentum was emitted from the palm of his hand, and while the rock shattered, Song Xing's fall slowed down.

Between breaths, Song Xing had already done this three times, and fell straight from the mid-air of Shaomu Mountain, and landed heavily in the dense bushes below the mountain.

The huge impact force was like an explosion, lifting a large area of the ground and rushing in all directions.

When the trees shook, Song Xing had already rushed out like a sharp arrow, rushing towards the northwest where there was a shout of killing.

At a distance of several hundred meters, Song Xing took a step and arrived at the battlefield position in the blink of an eye, and as far as the eye could see, a figure in green clothes was surrounded by hundreds of forbidden soldiers, and a large number of forbidden army corpses were scattered around.

Between the swords, guns, swords, and halberds, the green shadow advanced and retreated, and no forbidden army could touch his body, but every time he advanced and retreated, or punched or palmed, he could take the lives of several forbidden soldiers.

Nearly a thousand well-trained forbidden soldiers were unable to make even normal resistance in the face of this lone Tsing Yi man. No matter what formation the forbidden army changes, this person can see through it instantly, and then find a way to break the formation, almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of forbidden soldiers died at the hands of this person.

The forbidden army wanted to distance themselves and attack with long-range crossbow arrows, but the people in Tsing Yi didn't give them a chance at all, shuttling through the crowd like ghosts, and picking out the officers who gave the orders to attack.

According to this style of play, it won't take long for these thousand forbidden troops to break the formation and kill most of them by this person, no wonder the forbidden army will send out arrows for help!

The moment Song Xing appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the man in Tsing Yi turned his head as if he sensed it, and his eyes met Song Xing's eyes.

Song Xing also saw the appearance of the people in Tsing Yi clearly.

The appearance is clear, tall and thin, the eyes are clear, dressed in green clothes, wearing a square scarf of the same color, and looks like a middle-aged scribe.

The moment their eyes met, the two of them were still dozens of steps away, and Song Xing already felt a sense of crisis in his heart that he was being targeted by a fierce beast.

In the next second, the face of the man in Tsing Yi had already appeared less than three meters away from Song Xing.

Song Xing's heart shrank suddenly, and the crisis of death instantly hit Song Xing's heart, and without thinking about it, he raised his hand and elbowed it and slammed it into the chest of the man in Tsing Yi.

At this moment, the sense of crisis brought to him by the people in Tsing Yi was even higher than that of the sweeping monk.

Facing Song Xing's blow that could tear the steel, the man in Tsing Yi showed a look of indifference to the living creatures in his eyes, and his right hand came first, stopping in front of Song Xing's elbow, and with a gentle push, the sound of a sonic boom caused by the sharp compression of air came from the palm of his hand.