"No. 1 in the world...... No. 1 in the world......"

The monk in Tsing Yi muttered to himself, while casually swinging the broom, while repeating the four words softly, a few sparse white beards without wind.

"I don't know if the donor knows the person surnamed Chen?"

"Oh?" Chen Zhuo closed the scripture in his hand, his eyes were full of interest, and his eyes were burning, "Have you seen it?" ”

The sweeping monk is not young, his skin and flesh are burnt yellow, his cheeks are slightly sunken, not to mention the number of nearly 100 years old, which is very similar to the age of the three old men.

He shook his head and said: "Yes and no, in the past, the family teacher Master Hongyun galloped through the Zen forest, and he did not meet the resistance, Buddhism and martial arts have reached the state of unity of Buddha and me...... Alas, it's a pity......"

Hearing what the monk said, Chen Zhuo put back the scripture, his eyes flashed, and he smiled leisurely: "Didn't you meet the person surnamed Chen?" ”

The sweeping monk was not sad or happy, and said to himself: "When the family teacher thought that he was really invincible, he once went on a long trip. This trip was originally to debate the Dharma with the Tibetan Tantric monks, but who knew that he had been there for more than three years, and when he came back, he did not say a word, and sat for five years. ”

Speaking of this in one breath, the Jintai monk raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Zhuo: "It turns out that when he went west, he passed through an unknown low mountain, and it was snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and there were two people drinking and playing on that mountain; The origins of these two people are extraordinary, one is a sloppy Taoist, and the other is a monk in Tsing Yi who has not seen his true face. ”

Chen Zhuo let out an "oh", and after thinking about it, he thought of a sentence in the stone hall, "Ten years of discussion with Chen Shu". It seems that this Red Cloud Monk should have broken into the place where the two of them were arguing.

The sweeping monk replied again: "My master was curious, so he couldn't help but take a second look, but unexpectedly, the two of them fell into an extraordinary place, and they had extraordinary achievements, just at a glance, the consciousness of the master seemed to fly into the chess game, and he could see the wonders of heaven and man." The black-and-white game is ordinary, but on the chessboard, the chess pieces on both sides are like rushing to kill on the battlefield, the two armies are facing each other, and the way of attack and defense is exhausted. ”

At this point, Monk Jintai let out a long breath, and his tone also changed subtly, he looked at Chen Zhuo, and continued to say in a complicated tone: "Although my master is in it, those two people have never paid attention to it, so they have a great opportunity to watch this situation; At this glance, I don't know the years, indulge in it, drink the wine carried by the two people when I am hungry, it is difficult to distinguish the spring and autumn, and when I don't want to wake up, the Taoist and the layman are gone, and the outside world has passed three years. ”

Ah Zi's eyes widened when he heard this, his red lips were wide open, and he forgot to escape, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Didn't your master meet an immortal?" ”

The Jintai monk smiled faintly and said with emotion: "Yes, I first heard this secret, and I also reacted with you in general, only when the teacher encountered the so-called 'rotten Ke chess game', the immortal gods were first-class, but in fact, they were two peerless characters who were not in the ordinary world and were discussing the Tao through chess; ”

Chen Zhuo was in a trance for a moment when he heard this, and said softly: "Could it be that there is a person surnamed Chen in the mouth of the two of them?" ”

"Not bad!" Monk Jintai nodded, "According to the family teacher, the sloppy Taoist should be 'Mr. Xiyi', and the monk in Tsing Yi had vaguely heard Chen Tuan's ancestor call him Chen Jushi, so he had to have a surname, not his name." ”

As he spoke, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly said meaningfully: "I don't know what the three of you think about the means of this person surnamed Chen?" ”

"No matter how high the means are, this person may be the first at that time a hundred years ago, but it is not yet known which one will be stronger or weaker a hundred years later...... Jintai, hehe, you are really still alive, and I still think you have already sat down into a pile of bones. ”

At first glance, I heard a cold sound, and suddenly saw a person walking out of a dark corner of the Scripture Pavilion.

But he is a blue-robed scribe, with a face like a crown of jade, hair like silver frost, it can be seen that he is not young, there are many fine lines at the corners of his eyes, his body is thin, he has a pinch of goatee on his chin, two short mustaches on his upper lip, his face is stereotyped, and a pair of red phoenix eyes are like pearls, like an old pedant who has read a book all his life.

"Mr. Lan, you also want to participate in the Heroes Conference?" Jintai monk said.

The scribe sneered, "Heroes Conference? A group of people are just a lot of goods. As for my intention, monk, you know better than me, since someone deliberately led our group of old guys to come out, naturally they want to come for a while. In addition, I have to settle an old debt; The old man confiscated a few disciples in his life, basically all of them died, although the most proud one was a Khitan, but he had good roots, his temperament was not bad, and he also obeyed my orders and was committed to the good-neighborly repair of Song Liao, which won my heart, but unfortunately he was killed, and his wife and children did not survive. ”

At this point, the scribe's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "The old man has been revising classics in the palace all these years, and he doesn't ask about the world, if it weren't for the secret of the daytime ascension, I wouldn't have bothered to come out; But since I have come, if I don't avenge my disciple today, I will be a teacher in vain...... Don't think I don't know, you were the ones who did it back then. ”

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ah Zi cautiously hid aside, and did not forget to drag Chen Zhuo behind him, his eyes kept turning, he was clever and eccentric, and he was thinking of a way to get out.

"Hey, little girl, don't you fall in love with this young man? But you can be deceived by him, this kid is probably not as high as us, hidden deeply, very powerful...... As for the person surnamed Chen, I have never heard of it, but I heard that Chen Tuan has also appeared, and he is still in the world. ”

I listened to the laughter again, but I saw a back standing in front of a bookshelf at some point, wearing plain monk's robes, but not a monk's bald head, but with a shawl and long hair, with his back to everyone, flipping through the scriptures casually, and not seeing his true face.

As soon as this person appeared, both the Jintai monk and the blue-robed scribe all looked at each other.

The monk didn't look back, and said in a light tone: "There is another one who should also appear, why didn't Xiaoyaozi come?" I heard that he went crazy? Isn't that good? ”

"Don't bother, the teacher is still safe!"

A faint voice sounded, and everyone suddenly saw a figure in front of them like a wisp of wind falling to the ground, rolling out of thin air, the white shirt swept away, and turned into a handsome man.

It's the cliffless.

He flicked his sleeves, glanced at Chen Zhuo, seemed to feel that the other party's skills were improving, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then looked directly at the long-haired monk with his eyes, and said without being salty or indifferent: "Zunjia is surnamed Duan?" ”

The monk flipped through the scriptures by himself, as if he had the essence of it, indulged in it, and replied: "Hehe, a few of us seem to be the best at it, and we are just powerful, and the apprentices taught are more powerful than the other; In contrast, the Murong family is far behind, the more alive the more I go back, the old thing in Murong Longcheng actually went to Dali and split my grave. ”

As soon as these words came out, someone outside the Hidden Scripture Pavilion immediately snorted coldly and said: "Isn't your Duan family almost the same, no one has practiced the six-vein divine sword since you, and you rely on the 'One Yang Finger' to fill your face." ”

The words were outside, and there seemed to be an extra fire in everyone's eyes.

But seeing that the red robe was like fire, a majestic figure stood proudly, with a compelling momentum, and the sword intent in his eyes was like substance.

The one who came was Murong Dragon City.

I didn't want the long-haired monk to be happy, so his tone changed, and he just smiled like an old naughty boy: "It's not a coincidence, recently there is a junior in my Duan family who has comprehended the 'Six-Vein Divine Sword', but your Murong family is only afraid that it will not work, I heard that the martial arts have been abolished, tsk......"

(End of chapter)