Monk Jingsi lowered his head and whispered: "What the master teaches is that the apprentice knows that he is wrong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" He buried his head in the bread in his hand and finished chewing the bread in his hand, and then obediently sat cross-legged on the side and recited the scriptures, not daring to speak more.

Monk Puzhen's eyes fell on the ground under his feet, and he stepped on the spot a few times, as if he was in a state of unease. For a monk like him, who has been a monk for many years, this is not common. In this desolate sand gate, even the spring night is cold. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, the milky white mist lingering between his beards, making it impossible to see his face.

Fortunately, decades of Buddhist practice have allowed him to see through the world and penetrate the red dust, he pondered for a moment, and decided to put all his troubles aside for the time being, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Li Jing dancing under the moon, and at the same time, his chest was lying together, which was practicing the Nine Yin Gong of the Hidden Dragon that he had taught.

He looked closely at Li Jing's knife technique, and only felt that it was more than ruthless, but not enough smart. If this kind of sword technique is used to compete with ordinary martial artists, it can naturally take advantage. But if you meet a first-class master, it will be full of flaws in the eyes of the other party, and you will be killed casually.

Li Jing saw that the monk Puzhen was watching herself dance the knife, so she danced harder, and there were boards and eyes between one move, all of which she thought was superior kung fu, and she only hoped that after the monk Puzhen saw it, he could guide her a few moves, but the monk Puzhen just looked at her a few times, and then turned his head and stopped looking.

Seeing that her plan had failed, she took the initiative to approach Monk Puzhen, "Master, what do you think of my sword skills?" If you are willing, you might as well teach me two more tricks. ”

Monk Puzhen's gaze fell on the narrow Tang knife in her hand, and Li Jing knew that he wanted the knife, so he hurriedly offered it with both hands. Monk Puzhen took the double knife, looked at the blade as green as water through the moonlight, and sighed: "The knife dancer wins with strength, and the sword dancer is more rebellious and rebellious, and loses peace." Master Li might as well change his weapon, how about it?"

Li Jing shook her head again and again when she heard this, "Knife technique, I still want to learn knife technique." These two Tang knives were passed down to me by my master, and I can't just throw them away. ”

Monk Puzhen still held the double knives and looked at them carefully under the moon, and Ren was a martial artist who could also see that these two Tang knives were forged from high-quality steel, even if they were not inferior to those famous divine weapons on the rivers and lakes, "Your master loves you very much, not everyone can have such a good knife." ”

Li Jing raised her head proudly, "Of course, Master has always loved me the most." ”

"Really?" Monk Puzhen's gaze flickered.

"Yes!" Li Jing's answer did not hesitate, "It's a pity that the old man is dead, he was killed by that copper horse, and one day I will kill the copper horse to avenge his old man!"

The thought of her bitter hatred with the Bronze Horse made her face flush. Monk Puzhen saw all this in his eyes, his wrist flicked, and a moonlight slashed from the blade, rushing to the sky, and Li Jing was stunned, she had never seen such a magical knife technique.

"What do you see?" asked Monk Puzhen.

"Murderous, a knife technique that can kill!" Li Jing replied in the affirmative.

Monk Puzhen turned his head to look at her, "The Buddha stopped killing without killing, and stopped martial arts without force, so he cut meat and fed the eagle." Master Li might as well think about it carefully, what else do you see?"

Li Jing saw that he denied his opinion, so she was a little unconvinced, and she didn't take his hint to heart, and said angrily: "It's a knife technique for killing, what else can a knife do besides killing." If the Buddha didn't have the supreme Dharma, even if he cut the meat and fed it to the eagle, would the eagle listen to him, but he was afraid that he would peck all the flesh off his body?"

After hearing this, the monk Puzhen sighed secretly in his heart, he wanted to leave with his sleeves and stop talking to her, but he was about to take a step but changed his mind, "The old monk will first teach this knife technique to Master Li, and then Master Li Shizhu will slowly experience it." ”

Li Jing's heart fluttered when she heard this, "Okay, okay, then thank you master." ”

When Monk Jingsi heard that the master was going to teach this unknown girl martial arts again, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his face showed a look of envy. He licked his mouth, but he didn't dare to speak more, and while he continued to chant the scriptures with his temper, he quietly listened to what the master wanted to teach this Li Jing knife technique.

Monk Puzhen paced on the ground for half a pillar of incense in a row, refusing to speak for a long time. Seeing this, Li Jing was a little anxious, thinking to herself that this old monk had temporarily changed his hexagram again, and he didn't plan to teach her sword techniques? Monk Puzhen looked at her eagerness in his eyes, "Master Li Shi don't worry, let the old monk slowly think of a proper set of knife techniques." ”

Li Jing was dumbfounded when she heard this, and she couldn't believe her ears. But all martial arts routines are not tempered by thousands of tempers, and can only be perfected after several generations of immersion. This Puzhen monk actually wanted to pat his head and come up with a proper sword technique in just one night, if it was not a fantasy, it was not far off. If it weren't for the fact that she had seen the true skills of this old monk before, I am afraid that she would have shouted at this time.

She endured the doubts in her heart, and watched Monk Puzhen pacing around in front of her, measuring the length of the blade with her fingers from time to time, and pinching with ten fingers from time to time, as if she was trying to figure out something. It wasn't until the moon was setting in the west that he stopped. Li Jing knew that he must have finished thinking about it, and hurriedly held his breath and listened to him teach him the knife technique.

"This is an eighty-three style trick, please take care of it Li Shizhu!" Monk Puzhen came over with a double sword in his hand, and under the moonlight, he saw that his body was extremely agile, where he looked like an old man. The two Tang knives shuttled back and forth in his hands, and the sparkling moonlight flickered on the blade, spitting and shrinking.

After the eighty-three style performance, he put away his knife and stood up, "Has Master Li Shi seen it clearly?"

Li Jing nodded, "I see it clearly." She couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, this old monk's self-created knife technique is nothing more than that, although it is flexible and changeable, but if it is used to kill, it is not as simple as her original knife technique, and a knife can cut off a head.

Monk Puzhen pretended not to see the loss on her face, "Since Master Li Shi has already seen it, how about practicing with Lao Gao?"

The Jingsi monk who was reciting the scriptures on the side was shocked when he heard it, and said secretly: "What is the master crazy today, usually others kowtow to him and beg him to teach martial arts, and it is rare for him to teach others one move and two styles." How could I meet this Miss Li today, teach her superior internal skills for a while, and create her own knife technique for a while. ”

Of course, Li Jing didn't know these thoughts of the monk Jingsi, she was full of men and didn't know that the hungry men were hungry, and the set of knife techniques of the straight monk Puzhen was commonplace, and sure enough, even if the martial arts master was temporarily cramming, he couldn't create any good martial arts. She didn't want to practice anymore, but for the sake of the old monk who had been thinking about this set of sword techniques for several hours, she was really embarrassed to refuse, so she reluctantly agreed. (To be continued.) )