In winter, the sky is short, and the bad road is long back to the mansion in the evening, and the national teacher's mansion finally screens the top three for the South Shaolin Yuantong, the North Shaolin Jueyan, and the bitter monk Mingwu of the Big Buddha Temple.

The Taoism of the three monks is unfathomable, there are nine temples and eighteen courtyards in South Shaolin, each temple has tens of thousands of monks, can stand out from it and think that the Buddhism is deep, the sitting meditation skills of the monks are at their peak, "Nine Lotus Sleeves", "One Finger Zen", "Eighteen Arhat Palms" make the Taoist still fresh in his memory.

There are three temples and five temples in North Shaolin, although the number is small but the scale is very large, two or three temples in the south of the top of an ancient temple and ancient temple, the difference is that the south is scattered with steep slopes and temples, and the north is wide and the road is wide and the temple is convenient for expansion.

Northern Shaolin pays attention to hard skills, legs, fists and feet are surprisingly powerful, and is good at Buddhist classics such as "Twelve Bullet Legs", "Luohan Boxing", and "King Kong Finger".

South Shaolin pays attention to the internal cultivation of Dan method, North Shaolin pays attention to external cultivation of exercises, and the Great Buddha Temple is the most casual, perennial penance to stimulate their own potential, and believes in the bitter truth of "reading ten thousand books, it is better to travel ten thousand miles".

The three monks represent the top Buddhism of the three parties, especially the bitter monk Mingwu put a lot of pressure on Zhao Zhengli.

When Daochang Zhao returned to the mansion, the Bijia sisters were still warming up in the fireplace, and the two sisters each held a copy of "Laughing Hongchen", wiping their tears while watching, and they didn't notice that the bad Daochang returned home.

Zhao Zhengli sat next to the two women, holding his chin and looking at the two tearful beauties with pear blossoms and rain, this book of love and hatred and hatred knotted no longer remembers how many bitter tears they were deprived of, and they cried after reading it; Crying and watching.

Maybe it was because they didn't want the bad road chief to see the joke, the Bi family sisters sobbed and choked back to the house, and Zhao Zhengli watched the two sisters become mellow and plump. buttocks, gently slapped on his leg, but unfortunately it was far from the texture of the plump buttocks.

Zhao Daochang rested alone for a while, and returned to the house boredly, and the maids consciously warmed the house in advance, and prepared hot water, aromatherapy and other things.

After washing and resting on bed, the bedding is warm and has a faint fragrance, this is because the maids have placed a hand stove to warm the bed in advance, and the porcelain jar sealed charcoal fire can keep warm for a long time in the long night.

The male servant could not read it; If you don't use a natural warm bed, do you have to waste charcoal fire and hand stove? Although the female maid also wants to warm the bed for the handsome white pure Taoist, she doesn't dare to take the initiative to ask about the needs, only the Bijia sisters know that this white-faced Taoist is serious and serious, if they really need to warm the bed, they have both been working for half a year, but the handsome Taoist is not interested, and I don't know if he is a profound abstinence, or his body has no skills!

The next day, the snow stopped, the surface of the snow was frozen hard, and the martial arts arena at the outer east gate was crowded with people early, which was more than yesterday, because every year the temple and the three saints were assessed on the second day of the finals, and it was full of highlights.

Changle Mansion, which bets on the bank, has also increased several points, and today it is destined to gamble as usual.

The first three members of the Confucian Academy, such as A, Yu Bo, and Cai Xun.

Zhao Zhengli, Zhang Baishan, and Song Maoling.

The top three in the National Teacher's Mansion are far away, awakened, and enlightened.

Nine people sit firmly in all camps, any one of them can dominate below the great master, and today the nine people can only leave the top three to imagine the fierce battle.

Zhao Zhengli didn't like to be in the limelight, but the conditions given by the imperial court were too attractive, the first and fourth grades, the second and third grades also had five grades to follow the five grades, which was a proper official outside the capital, even if he had no real power, going out with this title was enough to overwhelm a large number of officials, and the key was the standard courtly treatment, how could he not be moved!

It is not unreasonable to seek wealth and danger.

The gamblers have not yet started the competition, tens of thousands of real money bets, of course, all gold and silver bills, stacks of eye-catching, but only red-eyed, because there are hundreds of forbidden army guards next to it, on the other side, several officials of the household department put an abacus to collect taxes on the spot, a few officials happily beat the abacus crackling, a few stewards of the Changle Pavilion looked at the pain, ten gold took away nine layers, and they finally became washed. The money process, fortunately, the court left him a soup.

Chen, the final gong was sounded by the old emperor again, the first Confucian Academy aftermath of the Warring States Division's bitter monk enlightenment, the two appeared on the stage to perform their own stunts, the aftermath of the huge brush sprinkled in the air, the soft tip of the pen cut out the rolling true qi, like a splash of thick ink to distort the air, with an astonishing speed towards the bitter monk Mingwu.

The enlightened monk did not retreat at all, and smashed out a golden fist with a lunge of the Dharma, and the true qi fist gradually increased with the distance, and finally it was three meters high, directly smashing the true qi that the aftermath of the brush was splashed, and there was a "click" cracking sound in the air.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, and they all used their own stunts in the first move, and they got it later?

The bitter monk Mingwu pestle turned into countless afterimages in the same place with a wooden Zen staff, and took the initiative to attack the aftermath, and the aftermath did not flinch, and the brush rotated in the air to pull the flowers, and the huge true qi disc was like a sharp blade cutting across the bitter monk.

The body shape of the monk Mingwu remained unchanged, the wooden staff was cut into the air, and the golden Buddha pattern directly defeated the true qi disc, at that time the monk had come to the aftermath near, his thick eyebrows condensed and smashed his fist into the aftermath, a monk and a Confucian fought together in an instant, and the fists and feet contained true qi, and every collision made a piercing sound of metal impact, which shook the snow in the martial arts arena and the soil trembled.

Dozens of moves in close combat gradually revealed the gap, and the Confucian Academy was good at deducing the true gas, and was not good at fighting in close quarters, and the aftermath disadvantages were gradually revealed. The bitter monk Mingwu majored in painstaking meditation and bitter body meditation, and his fists, feet and legs were extremely tough, and one punch and one palm were more and more fierce.

The onlookers could see that his fists and feet were fierce and powerful, and Yu Bo managed to distance himself from him and decided to attack from a distance, but how difficult it was to get out, he gritted his teeth and did not hesitate to resist a blow and opened a distance of several meters from the mad monk, which shook his palms painfully.

He didn't pause at all, gathered all his strength to break through the air with a brush, a black blade appeared out of thin air, extremely realistic, black flashing, cut down in the direction of the brush, the corners of the bitter monk's mouth were slightly raised, and his hands were concentrating on holding a wooden Zen staff to break through the air, like an indestructible sharp cone, directly breaking the huge black blade, only to hear "click!" "The sound of metal cracking.

Yu Bo was shocked and retreated, because the sharp cone made of the wooden Zen staff hit him directly, and stopped abruptly when he was half an inch away, only because the bitter monk Mingwu stopped advancing, he retracted the wooden Zen staff with an expressionless face, and the aftermath was already sweating at the moment, and the other party's Taoism was extremely deep, far beyond his grandmaster's middle grade, which was the most direct feeling of the aftermath.

The onlookers watched extremely fiercely, the excitement of the fight was almost comparable to that of Zhao Zhengli and Yang Zhiming yesterday, the Taoism was gorgeous, the fists and feet were wonderful, the layman was watching the excitement, but the insider quietly absorbed unique experience.

Yu Shangshu's father and daughter sat quietly in the bureaucratic quarters, and did not have any emotional fluctuations towards this defeated nephew and cousin, because many colleagues used their spare eyes to inadvertently observe this military department secretary.

Scene 2; Cai Xun vs. Zhang Baishan.

A Confucian did not shake his head to greet him, and the battle became a ball in a moment, Cai Xun held a double hook on the white shirt and silver gun, the two began to fight very conservatively, and gradually revealed their hole cards one by one, Confucianism Cai Xun drew a picture of the vast mountains with a double hook, shrouded in Zhang Baishan, and there was a figure holding a spear between the mountains where the true qi was condensed, it was the trapped Zhang Baishan, he fought hard in the mountains in the painting, the number of giant monsters was inexhaustible, and everyone outside only saw the blood splashed on the map of the mountains where the true qi was condensed, and the mountains and rivers flowed into rivers. The whole canvas was soaked in red, and the white shirt was ragged and bleeding.

Just when everyone thought that he had no hope of breaking the game, a silver spear directly pierced through the mountains where the true qi was condensed, Cai Xun was devoured and bloody, and watched Zhang Bai walk out like a demon god in the painting, his long hair was scattered, and the blood was stained, and the mountains were as if they were torn "Hiss!" With a thud, it shredded into pieces of paper and scattered.

The people present gasped, the scene in the painting was actually real? So isn't it true that the true qi of the Confucian Academy condenses all things?

Zhang Baishan's eyes were blood-red, with a broken robe hanging on his body, and he approached Cai Xun with a gun, like a demon walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The two fought again, Zhang Baishan danced "Wudang Marksmanship" and Cai Xun's condensed 12 zodiac giant beast battles, and deduced the twenty-four Tiangang and seventy-two earth demons to the extreme.

Cai Xun was shocked; He could barely fully exert his True Qi to form.

According to the record of "Wudang Zhi", these 24 Tiangang are missing 12 Tiangang, if you make up for 36 Tiangang, the yin and yang two qi deduced by the rhyme can directly form the yin and yang fish, turn into four elephants, and perform gossip, almost breaking ten thousand laws.

Cai Xun was unable to perform his true qi transformation several times, and his mood was damaged and he was shot to his throat by Zhang Baishan, and the curtain ended.

The change was amazing, Zhang Baishan actually turned defeat into victory, at that time, his figure standing in the martial arts arena was extremely tall, that is, the three saints of the temple were dumbfounded, and Mu Fuzi was puzzled: "Wu Tiangang can actually overcome the evolution of true qi?" ”

Zhao Tianshi pondered for a short time and concluded: "It may be that the heavens and the earth have deduced to a certain realm and there is a return to the true meaning, so the two qi of yin and yang appear, and the two qi of yin and yang are one of the initial gases of heaven and earth, and they can naturally restrain the true qi. ”

Master Yuanyi touched his head: "Uncle, have you picked up a treasure in the Heavenly Master's Mansion?" ”

Zhao Tianshi pressed his hand and said proudly: "Low-key and low-key!" ”

These words sounded extremely harsh to Mu Fuzi, and losing two games in a row made him snort and didn't take a stubble.

The old emperor was sipping dim sum and tea in the tent of the high platform, watching the wonderful fights below, and he was very happy, because the three saints of the temple were his emperor's personal guards, and the more powerful they were, the more they could shock the imperial court, and he didn't feel bored at all, and even energetic!

In the third scene, Song Maoling said to North Shaolin.

A Buddha, a stick and a sword, one hundred and ten rounds of hand-to-hand are also difficult to distinguish the winner or loser, it is the most fierce and lasting battle of today's war, North Shaolin "Twelve Bullet Legs" against the Heavenly Master's Mansion "Dragon Elephant Ten Thousand Souls", will be performed martial arts field smashed out of a few meters deep pit, the true qi is like a vast Wang. The ocean is endless, and each time it becomes more and more violent, Song Maoling's "A Sword Asks Immortals" directly split dozens of meters of cracks in the martial arts field.

Northern Shaolin Jueyan was shocked to the point that the monk's robe was shattered, revealing a body of copper tendons and iron bones, and the lumpy muscles like a coiling dragon made the women present scream and be excited.

The two fought more than 100 moves in close quarters, "Luohan Boxing" and "Dragon and Tiger Duel" fought to the point that it was inseparable, the martial arts field was no longer the same, both of them had blood, but the more fierce the battle, the stunts were performed dozens of times, and the fists and feet were against countless times.

This is an unexpected ending, and it is also a logical ending.

Because the strength of the two was too strong, they fought for more than an hour, and everyone who watched was dumbfounded to describe this game, like a fairy fighting, destroying the world and destroying the world, and the dozens of meters deep pit is the best proof.

The draw made the dealer smile, looted the gold and silver of gamblers from all walks of life, and directly recovered half of yesterday's losses.

In the fourth game, Zhao Zhengli fought against the monk Yuantong of Southern Shaolin.

The first thing Zhao Daochang did was to walk towards the betting table, and the eyelids of the steward of the Zhuang Family Music Hall jumped.

I only heard a voice: "I bet on Zhao Zhengli to win!" ”

The dealer hurriedly showed the payout ratio, 0.5 to 1!

Zhao Daochang's eyes almost popped out: "So low? ”

The steward of the Changle Pavilion smiled as a profiteer: "Comprehensive research; The Taoist is detached by force, and the dealer can only give this odds! ”

Without saying a word, Zhao Zhengli took out a large stack of silver tickets, which were hundreds of thousands of taels, and put them on the gambling table: "300,000 silver tickets are all pressed!" ”

“……”

The steward of the Zhuang Family Music Hall was stunned, and hurriedly wrote a gambling bill, taking 150,000 taels to fight him 300,000 yuan without a loss, and there was still half a chance, besides, who lost and who won between the two said.

After the words, the rest of the betting crowd followed suit, and for a while, the gambling table was all betting on Zhao Zhengli to win!

However, there are still some old gamblers who bet on Monk Tongyuan, just because his strength in previous years was too brilliant.