Monk Puzhen handed her back the two Tang knives and taught her how to handle them, as well as the speed and strength of the knives. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLi Jing has always been smart and good at memory, and she has been able to master this set of as many as 83 styles of swordsmanship after practicing it several times. Monk Puzhen explained to her the variations in the knife technique, like a patient and kind elder. This reminded Li Jing of her master, her nose couldn't help but sour, but her heart became extraordinarily serious, and she no longer had the previous contempt.

Monk Puzhen saw that she had already learned all the knife techniques, so he asked with a smile: "How does Master Li feel about this set of knife techniques." ”

Li Jing hesitated for a moment and said, "The sword technique is good, but it's a pity that the moves are too mellow and not sharp enough!" She was afraid that the Puzhen monk would not be happy, and added: "However, the master can create a set of as many as eighty-three sword techniques in just a few hours, which can be regarded as earth-shattering, I am afraid that few people in the rivers and lakes can do it." ”

Monk Puzhen laughed loudly after hearing this, and Monk Jingsi quietly opened his eyes after hearing this, he had never seen Master so happy. Monk Puzhen took the double knife from Li Jing's hand again, "What the old monk practiced just now was only the eighty-three small styles in the sword technique, and there are twelve major styles that have not been practiced for you to see." ”

"Twelve Great Styles?" Li Jing's eyes widened after hearing this.

Monk Puzhen waved the knife horizontally in both hands, and a touch of green Hong flowed from the knife body, "These twelve major styles are the old monks' accumulation of daily life, different from the eighty-three small styles, not created by today's whim, a total of "positive and negative, left and right, up and down, flat and oblique, shun and reverse, angry and non-angry" these twelve styles. ”

When Li Jing heard that there were so many tricks in the so-called sword style, she immediately smiled, "Master, you should have spoken earlier, there are good things that have to be hidden behind you." Twelve styles, a lot of them are very powerful!"

Monk Puzhen smiled slightly, "It's not so much the Twelve Great Styles as the Twelve Layers Realm." If you have mastered the 83 small styles, you will naturally understand the truth in these 12 major styles. ”

Li Jing pouted and said, "Really?"

Monk Puzhen knew that if he just said empty words, this female doll would not be able to believe him, so he said: "It's better for the old monk to make two moves first, and let Master Li take a look first." He raised his twin knives against the wind, and the evening breeze swept across the blades, letting out a soft groan, "The so-called angry ones are born from the heart." The knife is made by hand and the knife is out, and the knife comes out and follows the body, this is the wrath of the sword. ”

He swept his arms diagonally, and two silver rays of light burst out of his hands. Li Jing only felt a flower in front of her, and before she could see clearly, the Puzhen monk in front of her was gone, and she only saw two wisps of sword light shooting out more than ten zhang far away in the night, and then crashed into one place, making a crisp sound.

After the two knives collided, they flipped sharply, and the moonlight that fell on the knife burst out, which made people's hearts stir after seeing it. The moonlight reflected on the body of the knife brightened and disappeared instantly, and the Puzhen monk who had disappeared actually appeared from the extinguished sword light at this time, which made Li Jing couldn't help but be taken aback, "Master, where did you hide just now?"

Monk Puzhen brushed the moonlight on the knife with his robe, "The old monk has always been with this knife, I am the knife, the knife is me." It turned out that when he shot the double knife, he also stepped up and followed the knife. The night was already dark, and his body was extremely fast, which made Li Jing suddenly unable to find him.

Li Jing gasped after hearing this, I am afraid that few people can do such an amazing martial art, which aroused the curiosity in her heart even more, "Master, this style just now is the anger in the sword, so what is 'non-anger'?"

Monk Puzhen smiled slightly, "Master Li Shi is optimistic!" I saw him swinging his knife and hurrying, his body shook into a cloud of phantoms, and the sword light continued to come out. This move not only has a dense attack, but also does not leak a drop of protection around the body, and it is a first-class swordsmanship. But seeing that his knife was coming out faster and faster, his figure was becoming more and more blurred, like a cloud of light smoke about to dissipate in this cold night.

Li Jing couldn't help but applaud when she saw it. At this moment, the sword light flickered, and the monk Napuzhen seemed to have really turned into smoke. When she was inexplicable, she only heard a sound of "Amitabha Buddha" in the night, and hurriedly turned her head to look, only to see Monk Puzhen standing in place, as if he had never moved.

Li Jing said: "Master, this ...... This ......" She seemed to understand a little, Monk Puzhen had never moved, and the knife-wielding person she saw was just a remnant of him. What kind of skill should this be to be able to practice martial arts to such a level. She couldn't believe it, "Could this be the same move in this sword technique just now?"

Monk Puzhen nodded, "If Master Li Shi can practice to the twelfth layer realm, 'non-anger', he can naturally do this." ”

"What is 'non-anger'?" asked Li Jing.

"This needs to be slowly comprehended by Master Li himself!" Monk Puzhen gave her a deep monk's salute, and his old eyes showed a trace of exhaustion and tears. The tears are just dots, where can Li Jing, who is so happy and carried away at this time, see it. As soon as he turned around, the sleeves of his robe were slightly raised, and when he turned around again, he was still the solemn and kind old monk.

He explained these twelve-layer large-scale exercises to Li Jing one by one until Li Jing remembered them perfectly. By this time the moon had set in the west, the sky was beginning to shine faintly, and a new day was coming. At the same time, presumably, the army of the Tibetan people is also one step closer to Shamen Pass.

Monk Puzhen was already old and not as energetic as the young man, he seemed to be a little sleepy, and waved his hand at Li Jing, "Master Li, either you should go back, it should be enough for the old monk and the apprentice to guard this place." ”

Li Jing was overjoyed after hearing this, although she felt that she was a little sorry for these two monks, but she felt that it was a bit fantastical to fight against the Tubo army with the strength of three people, and besides, it was not a situation for Liu Yu to be trapped in the Yelu camp now, so how could she not be anxious. She was wondering how to speak, so that she could speak her words properly.

At this time, the monk Jingsi, who was reciting the scriptures, couldn't help but speak, and he was a little puzzled when he heard the master say this, "I said Master, we brought her here all the way away, and passed on her internal skills and taught her swordsmanship, why do you let her go now when you say let her go?"

He stood up and pointed to the terrain under the Shamen Pass, "Although there is only one path under this pass, there is still a path behind the pass. ”

Monk Puzhen sighed, "Jing Si, if I pass on a new set of hammer techniques to you, can you keep it?"

Monk Jingsi's eyes lit up, and he fell to the ground, "Thank you, Master, disciple Ding Dang did his best to guard this Shamen Pass." (To be continued.) )