Hearing that Lan Ling'er was leaving, Zhu Yu, Kongyuan, Kongying, and Kongxi, who were meditating and practicing qi in the Dharma Academy, all gathered in front of the Zen courtyard where Lan Ling'er lived, and Kongling retracted his head from the door of the Dharma Academy, and he didn't know where he was hiding.

"Senior brothers, practice martial arts well, I will come back to see you often." Lan Ling'er carried a blanket and walked out of the meditation room, saying goodbye to Kongyuan, Kongying, and Kongxi, and then said to Zhu Yu: "Senior Brother Zhu, you say to Senior Brother Kongling, practice martial arts well, if your kung fu is not good, my father will not let him go to Tianlong Mountain." ”

The meaning of Lan Ling'er's words made Zhu Yu a little surprised, but he also said calmly: "Ling'er, don't worry, I will definitely tell him, let him not be sad, and practice martial arts well." ”

Everyone reluctantly sent Lan Ling'er to the mountain gate, Lan Ling'er waved goodbye to everyone, turned around and quickly chased after his father and Sima Zhen who were walking in front.

Looking at Lan Ling'er's back gradually moving away, Zhu Yu suddenly had a feeling of loss, in the past few years, Lan Ling'er has brought him happiness that others can't replace, but now, the sky is different, saying goodbye, but I don't know when I will be able to see it?

Morning class, meditation, lunch, sword practice......! The days of practicing martial arts in Shaosi were boring, but the boring days passed quickly, and before you knew it, Lan Ling'er had been gone for two whole years, and Zhu Yu was already fifteen years old.

In the past two years, Zhu Yu's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, Shaolin swordsmanship has been superb, and the fingering of the flower is also outstanding among several senior brothers, several assessments, he can be compared with the thirty or forty-year-old uncles, of course, in order not to cause misunderstanding, his strong King Kong palm is never shown, so that he himself does not know how strong his palm power is.

I don't know why, Master Kongkong seems to have been out for two years and hasn't come back, Zhu Yu has gone to the Dharma Cave where Master Kongkong lived many times to look for it, but he hasn't seen the master's figure, he asked Master Kongxin, and Master Kongxin also said that he hasn't seen Master Kongkong in the past few years.

Qingli's uncle Zhu Yu has seen it a few times, but they are all on duty to deliver food, because the temple is not allowed to talk to him, so every time, Zhu Yu only secretly asked the heart method of the strong Vajra palm that he didn't understand and left in a hurry.

It was another day of spring flowers, and Master Kongxin asked Zhu Yu, Kongyuan, Kongying, Kongling, and Kongxi to practice swordsmanship in the backyard, and the five of them practiced swords for a while and sat under a flower tree to rest.

"I wonder how Lan Ling'er is now? I should be taller and prettier! Looking at the distant blue sky, he said lightly.

"She won't forget about us, it's been two years, and she won't come to see us, I think he's a little interesting to Senior Brother Kongling, if you don't look at us, you should also look at Senior Brother Kongling!" Soraby laughed.

In the past two years, he often thinks of Lan Ling'er, the days of catching butterflies for her, and he even swears that if Lan Ling'er likes it, he can accompany her for a lifetime.

It seemed that Kongyuan had said through his thoughts, Kongling blushed and said: "People are beautiful women, how can they look down on me, what's more, Master won't let us be vulgar casually." ”

Kong Ying said: "Senior Brother Kong Ling said this, it means that you still think about Ling'er in your heart, why don't you dare to admit it directly." ”

Hearing Kong Ying say this, Kong Ling's face turned even redder, and she was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but like a big girl, she turned her head to the side and stopped squeaking.

"Okay, okay, let's continue to practice swords, or the master will see it, and he will say that we are lazy." Zhu Yu got up, picked up the sword, and practiced the sword himself.

In the past few years, Zhu Yu has been a lot of kung fu because of his kung fu higher than Kongyuan, Kongying, Kongling, and Kong, and slowly, he has become the center of several people, and everyone is willing to listen to him, so when Zhu Yu said this, everyone got up silently and began to practice swords.

Suddenly, "dang, dang, dang" A bell rang from the bell tower, the sound was rapid and loud, and several people couldn't help but tighten their hearts, because in addition to the morning bell, Shaolin Temple would ring the bell to call the police if there was an emergency.

"Something must be happening." Zhu Yu put away his sword and shouted loudly: "Quick, let's go to the gate of the temple and have a look." ”

When the five people held the sword, carried the light work, rounded the corner, came to the gate of the Shaolin Temple, saw a team of officers and soldiers riding on horses and holding swords in front of the temple gate, there were about 200 officers and soldiers, all of them were murderous, and there was a great tendency to rush into Shaolin as long as someone gave an order. The first one, in his thirties, was tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a sword on his back that was one-third longer than an ordinary sword, and the red sword fluttered in the wind.

On the steps in front of the door, the abbot Master Kongwu, the abbot of the Dharma Academy, Master Kongxin, three or five old monks of the same generation as Master Kongwu, seven or eight forty or fifty-year-old warrior monks blocked the door, and underground, two young monks slept on the ground, obviously injured, and several monks were angry to treat the injuries of the two.

"I am the deputy envoy Zhang Han of the Dongchang Command, and I have come to Shaolin to arrest the thief, which of you is the abbot, come out and speak." The leader said loudly.

Master Void stepped forward, folded his hands and said, "Amitabha! Then he continued: "My Shaolin Temple monk specializes in meditation and never participates in state affairs, so how can I be a thief?" I just want to ask Master Zhang, why don't you ask indiscriminately and hurt my disciple? ”

"These two little monks are too ignorant to dare to block the way of my officers and soldiers, I naturally want to give the two of them some color to see, old monk, you don't know how to lift, as long as you hand over the thief, I will exempt you from the crime of harboring thieves, if I find out, I will burn your Shaolin Temple." Zhang Han said disdainfully.

"There is no one you are looking for in my temple, so Master Zhang should go back!" Master Empty said unhurriedly.

"If there really aren't any thieves, you won't mind me searching in the Shaolin Temple, right?" Zhang Han said undoubtedly.

"Except for a few disciples in my temple who are in retreat and cultivating, the other disciples are all here, so you can search for them." Empty Wu knew that it was impossible not to let Zhang Han search it Seeing that the monks were almost all gathered at the door, Kong Wu said calmly.

"Offended!" Zhang Han bowed his hand to the emptiness, commanded the soldiers, dismounted and entered Shaolin.

The officers and soldiers tossed for more than half an hour, but did not find the "thief" they were looking for, so Zhang Han took the soldiers to the monks in front of the main hall.

Zhang Han carefully checked the monks one by one, and called Zhu Yu and Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, Kong Xi, Kong Ling, and three or four young monks who were doing miscellaneous labor, and interrogated them one by one.

"What's your name? How old are you? How many years have you been in Shaolin? When asked about Zhu Yu, Zhang Han's eyes showed an imperceptible light, which made Zhu Yu feel a little weird.

"My name is Zhu Yu, I just turned fifteen years old, and I have been in Shaolin for more than seven years." Zhu Yu replied.

"Do you believe in Zhu? Did the old monk bring you from the Lion Rock Zhengxu Zen Temple in the empty time? Zhang Han's eyes widened and he asked excitedly.

"You're right, I'm Xingzhu, and I'm from Zhengxu Zen Temple." Zhu Yu replied.

"Haha, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, and I take Zhu Yu, the thief." As soon as Zhang Han gave the order, seven or eight Zhang Han's personal soldiers suddenly gathered around.

Zhu Yu didn't know why Zhang Han regarded himself as a thief, and when he saw the soldiers surrounding, he instinctively pulled out his sword and pointed at the soldiers who rushed to the front. When the soldiers saw Zhu Yu draw their swords, they also drew their swords one after another, and a fight seemed inevitable.

"Stop!" Kong Xin screamed, causing the ears of everyone present to buzz. "Master Zhang, Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism, don't embarrass a child who has never been out of the temple, I don't want to kill, let's go!"

"This kid is the Qin criminal we want to arrest, I won't be mistaken, you'd better not stop it, otherwise, I will burn your Shaolin." Zhang Han said menacingly.

"Master Zhang, you are a thief and a thief, let me ask you, what mistake did this kid make?" Master Void said slowly.

"Well, I don't know, I'm just acting on orders, old monk, if you don't let him go with me obediently, I'm going to do it." Zhang Han is still very imposing.

Zhang Han naturally knows that the Shaolin monks are strong in martial arts, and it is difficult to easily succeed in martial arts, but on the one hand, he relies on the strength of the Dongchang people, and a large part of his subordinates are martial arts practitioners, and there are not a few people with extraordinary skills, only because of the greed for wealth and wealth and entered the factory guard, and Zhang Han himself, since he was a child, has practiced martial arts with a Wudang Mountain Taoist, and his internal strength is not bad, and he has practiced Wudang swordsmanship all the way.

Seeing that there was no empty letter and no words, it was obviously impossible to release people, Zhang Han couldn't wait, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered the soldiers who surrounded Zhu Yu to capture Zhu Yu, and the soldiers heard the order and raised them together to surround Zhu Yu.

In the seven years since he came to Shaolin, Zhu Yu has already practiced Shaolin swordsmanship very well, although he has not had a real actual battle, but he has dismantled the competition with his brothers, no one will let anyone, and there is not much difference from the actual combat, so he is not weak-minded, seeing seven or eight people rushing up, he is afraid of accidentally hurting the surrounding brothers, and when he lifts his breath, he flies out three or four zhang to the left, and comes to an open place, with a horizontal sword on his chest, just waiting for the seven or eight soldiers to attack.

The seven or eight personal soldiers beside Zhang Han were carefully selected from among the many soldiers, and their martial arts were not general, and when they saw Zhu Yu jumping away, they chased after him with their swords, and stabbed Zhu Yu with their swords.

Zhu Yu saw that the opponent's sword arrived, flew over, raised the sword from top to bottom, and stabbed the top of the head of the middle person.

Zhu Yu's move is the mantis arm sword technique in the Shaolin Three Sword Technique, this sword technique is designed for one enemy, and it is just right to use it in the face of seven or eight opponents today.

The eight people saw Zhu Yu's sword stabbing down, and blocked with their swords together, but the space was limited, the distance was out of reach, and the nearby ones were afraid of hurting others, so they didn't dare to round the sword, but left a big gap for Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu had never killed anyone, he didn't want to hurt the innocent, so he avoided it with his sword, but as soon as he stood still, the eight people rushed forward again, this time, the eight people learned the previous lesson, and stood in a gossip formation that had been practiced before, and the one in the cadre position was still the soldier in the center just now.

Zhu Yu saw that the eight of them were in their respective positions, and knew that this time was not as easy to deal with as before, so he decided to take the lead and look for loopholes in the opponent's formation in order to break them in one fell swoop.

Zhu Yu still looked at the soldiers in the middle before, and stabbed out with a sword in his lower abdomen, this move is called praying mantis to catch cicadas, the emphasis is on quickly defeating the enemy, but the other party has already taken precautions, the central soldier retreated, and the other seven people stabbed at the same time to Zhu Yu's side of the cloud gate, Taiyi, life gate and other seven big points, just right, eight people are really extraordinary, so that Zhu Yu was surprised, he was busy with a trick mantis arm as a car, holding the sword in the same place three circles, before the seven swords bounced away.

"Zhu Yu, this is the gossip sword formation, occupying the position, attacking and leaving the position." Master Kongxin on the side saw the clues of the other party.

Zhu Yu heard Kongxin's reminder, and suddenly realized, the gossip sword formation, Master Kongxin once taught, if you deal with an opponent who is too much higher than your own martial arts, you need to attack in a group, only the formation can maximize the role of everyone, the Bagua sword formation is the most commonly used sword formation, but the disadvantage is that as long as the other party knows how to move, you can break the formation, but Master Kongxin has not handed over Zhu Yu and others to the gossip sword formation of the way to move.

Zhu Yu heard this, a sword stabbed at the soldiers, just when the soldiers retreated to avoid the sword, Zhu Yu advanced to occupy the position, short backhand sword, stabbed to the lower abdomen of the departing soldiers, the departing soldiers had to wait for the dry soldiers to get out of the sword, they could step up and out of the sword, never thought, Zhu Yu suddenly stabbed himself, a desolate god, the lower abdomen was stabbed by Zhu Yu, the other seven soldiers saw their own people in the sword, disrupted the formation, and rushed to Zhu Yu together, Zhu Yu lifted his breath, flew high, turned around in the air, and fell in front of the Shaolin monks.

Seeing that the eight most powerful soldiers under his command could not cure a child, and he stabbed a person, Zhang Han couldn't help but be shocked and angry, although he had heard of the strong martial arts of Shaolin monks, but he had never dealt with them, this time, his boss, Dongchang commanded Wu Gan to come to Shaolin in person, but he boasted about Haikou, saying that he used a slaughtering knife to kill chickens, and he could take hundreds of soldiers to level Shaolin, never thought that a Shaolin monk has such martial arts, and those Shaolin monks who are a little older do not know how strong their martial arts are.

Although Zhang Han planted a big heel fight, but he has been used to being in the East Factory for many years, so he naturally will not bow his head casually, and he holds himself with Wudang Gongfa, although his subordinates are not good, but there should be no monks in Shaolin Temple who are more powerful than himself.

"Don't be arrogant, child, I can't hold you!" Zhang Han shouted, flew down from his horse, snorted, pulled out the sword behind him, and stabbed at Zhu Yu.

Just when Zhang Han's sword was still more than a foot away from Zhu Yu, Zhang Han only felt that a gray shadow flashed, and Kong Xin was already standing between himself and the child surnamed Zhu, only to see him stretch out two fingers to clamp the tip of his sword, and he tried hard to pull the sword back, but he couldn't move no matter how much he drew the sword.

Zhang Han had never lost face like this, his face was flushed, and he shouted loudly: "Soldiers, give me up." ”

Hearing Zhang Han's order, the soldiers raised their swords and spears one after another, jumped off their horses, and rushed forward desperately.

Master Kongxin pushed his hands outwards hard, and Zhang Han only felt a huge force spread along his sword to his palm, he had to throw away the sword, his body retreated sharply, and knocked down five or six soldiers before he could stabilize his body.

The Shaolin monks saw the soldiers rushing up, rushed into the enemy formation together, and after a while, the soldiers lost their armor and retreated to the outside of the mountain gate, and dozens of soldiers were wounded on the ground, unable to get up, fortunately, the monks of Shaolin Temple have rules and are not allowed to kill, so they are not killed, and none of the soldiers died.

Seeing that the monk of Shaolin Temple stopped, Zhang Han, who had already withdrawn from the distance, loudly scolded the fleeing soldiers to turn back, supported the injured soldiers, picked up the weapons that fell to the ground, and looked around for the scattered war horses, and viciously left a sentence: "You wait, and I will settle accounts with you when I turn back." "With the soldiers, he slipped down the Shaomuro Mountain.

Seeing the defeat of the soldiers, the monks of Shaolin Temple were overjoyed, only the abbot Kongwu Master folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name again and again: "Amitabha, Amitabha Buddha ......!" ”

In order to prevent the officers and soldiers from retaliating, all the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple received sticks and gathered in the meditation room next to the front yard for the night, and Kongxin sent more than ten warrior monks to keep vigil.

There are five warrior monks living in Zhu Yu's meditation room, among them, there is Uncle Qingxu who he knew before.

"In my opinion, this time Zhang Han is afraid that he will invite Wu Qian to deal with Shaolin." Qingxu looked at Zhu Yu and said.

"Who is Wu Gan? Can't so many of us beat him? Zhu Yu asked strangely.

"Wu Qian is a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, studied under the master of Qingcheng Mountain Lingyazi, a set of eight-pole swordsmanship is unbeatable, but the main thing is internal strength, and he is the number one master in the capital Jinyiwei and the East Factory and the West Factory." A monk in his sixties on the side said.

"Isn't Master Kongxin able to beat him?" Zhu Yu asked puzzled.

"It's hard to say, among the Shaolin monks, in addition to Master Kongkong, Master Kongxin's martial arts are the highest, and he and Wu Gan should have a fight." Another warrior monk in his fifties said.