It was a cold winter moon, and the sky was full of snow. Monk Fayan was so cold that his nose was red, and he took the eighteen Arhats of the Dharma Academy and the four disciples of the Prajna Academy to a small village on the bank of the Yellow River from the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain. It was the first time he had gone out in 20 years of retreat, and it had been so far.

The monks traveled day and night, and finally reached the village on the third day. I saw that the village had long been dilapidated, and after the heavy snowfall, most of the few houses collapsed. There was only one house left, which was still sturdy, and there was a very strong fire burning in the middle of the house, and several people were already sitting around it, and it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

Monk Fayan motioned for the Eighteen Arhats and the four disciples to stay outside the house and entered the house alone. He is known for his prestige in the martial arts, and everyone in the house saluted him one after another. He swept his eyes and found that most of these people were familiar faces, all of whom were martial arts veterans who had already become famous in the rivers and lakes.

These people are either good or evil, or they work for the imperial court, or they are scattered in the rivers and lakes, and many of them are even blood enemies. They were willing to sit together to discuss important matters, which really surprised the Fayan monks.

To the east of the furnace sat several martial arts leaders, including Feng Yun, the head of Longhu Mountain, Xu Bafang, the leader of the beggar gang, and Bai He Zhenren, a master of the Kongtong faction who rarely appeared on the rivers and lakes.

To the west of the furnace were several of the most famous evil lords. Among them are Zhu Tianjue, the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, Hua Qianxue, the poison king of Miaojiang, and even the notorious flower thief Su Liuhua also came.

The people of the imperial court have rarely participated in the affairs of the martial arts, but this time, Qin Fang, the head of the forbidden army, and Sun Yi, the master of the imperial front, actually came, and the two of them sat together on the south side of the furnace.

There was only one chair on the north side of the stove, which was still empty. Monk Fayan knew that this seat was reserved for himself, so he recited the Buddha's name lightly, bowed to everyone slightly, and then sat down in the chair.

Feng Yun, the head of Longhu Mountain, didn't wait for him to sit down, so he hurriedly said: "Presumably, the abbot of Fayan already knows that the masters of the Khitan and Tubo countries, together with the Kunlun, Tianshan and other factions, have entered Tongguan two months ago, claiming to level the Central Plains martial arts, and a catastrophe in the martial arts is coming!"

Monk Fayan pinched the rosary in his hand, recited the Buddha's name, and nodded: "Don't hide it from your fellow martial artists, the old man is also worried about this matter along the way." I heard that there are many masters among the people who came from the other side this time, even if we old bones go into battle together, I'm afraid it will be a drop in the bucket and won't play a role. ”

Zhu Tianjue, the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, said: "Although you and I have always been incompatible, but this is a matter of life and death for the Central Plains Martial Arts, and we have to join forces to fight the enemy. It's just that the strength of the opponent this time is too strong, and there is a figure like Kunlun Sword Immortal Zhuo Yiran in the middle. As soon as he entered the Tong Pass, three of the four great Dharma Kings of my Yin-Yang Sect died in his hands. ”

Su Liuhua, the flower thief, interjected: "Kunlun Sword Immortal Zhuo can barely deal with it, the Tianshan Sect's "Seven Absolute Hands" Wei Buqi is really powerful, I was seriously injured by him more than a month ago, and I almost lost my bones. When they heard him say this, they were a little unconvinced. You must know that this Su Liuhua is not only good at martial arts, but also unparalleled in the world with light body kung fu. Even if he can't beat him, he can run away, how can he be seriously injured by someone?

Su Liuhua saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, he unbuttoned the silk brocade robe, revealing his chest, and saw a bruised five-finger handprint on his right chest that was still clearly visible. When everyone saw it, they were shocked. Su Liuhua smiled lightly at Miao Jiang Poison Saint Flower Qianxue, and said: "Miss Hua also knows about this, that day, I joined forces with her to fight against the enemy Tianshan Sect's 'Seven Masters', and only then could I escape with my life." ”

Hua Qianxue didn't look at him, nodded slowly and said, "Although Su Gongzi's words are very exaggerated on weekdays, what he said this time is true. At this time, Xu Bafang, the leader of the beggar gang, interjected: "What are you guys, look at me!" He raised his arm, and his two sleeves fell down, only to see that his two palms were chopped off together, and his two bare wrists were as straight as drumsticks.

Xu Bafang, the leader of the beggar gang, stands alone in the world with a set of mixed yuan palm kung fu. Now that he has lost his palms, he is truly a waste. When everyone saw him break his wrist, they couldn't bear to look at him directly, and even Su Liuhua felt that he was far less miserable than him.

Xu Bafang said angrily: "The palms of my hands were chopped off by the 'Tubo Sword God' Han Ricuo twenty days ago. He also threatened Xu that he would slaughter all the beggars in the Central Plains. I have urgently ordered the beggars to help more than eight bags of disciples evacuate, and never appear on the rivers and lakes again these days. ”

When the white crane real person of the Kongtong faction heard Xu Bafang say this, he let out a long sigh, and two lines of old tears shed down his thin cheekbones, and said: "Gang Master Xu, the person injured by your beggar gang is just you. Lao Dao, I am really homeless, the first master of the Khitan, Yelu Sutai, has slaughtered my Kongtong faction up and down with a person, even the old Tao I will not be long in life!"

Everyone knew that he was already seriously injured, and he was only surviving with a breath of true qi. Feng Yun, the head of Longhu Mountain, hurriedly stretched out his palm and pressed it on the heart of Baihe Zhenren to instill true qi in him. After a long time, the people of Baihe Town were slightly relieved. Qin Fang, the head of the forbidden army who was close to his right, hurriedly helped him sit down, and then glanced at Sun Yi, the master of the imperial front, and said, "Actually, the two of us are here for the same purpose. The masters of Tubo Khitan and other countries also invaded the Ouchi Palace six days ago. ”

Sun Yi, the former master of the imperial palace, continued: "They killed dozens of Ouchi masters, and now the queen, the crown prince and several concubines have all died tragically under their hands, and the methods are very vicious. His Majesty the Emperor was furious and ordered us to solve the case within a month, otherwise the whole family would be beheaded. After saying that, he sighed deeply.

Monk Fayan looked up at the door, and the heavy snow was still drifting endlessly, making people desperate. He recited the Buddha's name and asked Feng Yun, the head of Longhu Mountain: "Master Feng, what do you think of the martial arts catastrophe in front of you?" Feng Yun said: "Strive to resist the enemy, the only one is to die!" I just hope that Shaolin Temple can work with our martial arts colleagues to get through this difficulty together!"

Monk Fayan shook his head and said: "Although Shaolin Temple has been the leader of the Central Plains martial arts for hundreds of years, and has seventy-two stunts, but it is only between Longhu Mountain and Longhu Mountain, this martial arts catastrophe is really not something that we can resist!"

He pointed to the eighteen arhats of the Dharma Monastery and the four disciples of the Prajna Monastery outside the door, and everyone saw that although the heads and bodies of the monks were covered with snow, they were still standing still. Monk Fayan continued: "Even the most outstanding disciples of my Shaolin Temple are only one and a half moves that can withstand Nazhuo Yiran, Wei Buqi, Han Ricuo or Yelu Sutai, but it is very difficult to compete with them. ”

Although the fire in the house was hot, after listening to the words of the monk Fayan, everyone felt that their hearts were cold, and they were cold over this vast snowy day. The monk Fayan lowered his head and chanted the scriptures, and the murmuring of the scriptures made the atmosphere in the room even more sad. Feng Yun, the head of Longhu Mountain, was a little unwilling, and continued to ask: "Abbot, could it be that my Central Plains martial arts people can only wait here to be killed, and there is no other way?"

Monk Fayan raised his head, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and said: "There is only one way left, and I guess the Linghu Ancestor of your sect also knows it." ”

This makes the fox ancestor said to be more than 130 years old, living in seclusion on the thousand-year-old peak of Longhu Mountain all the year round, and several generations of heads of Longhu Mountain are his disciples and grandchildren.

After Feng Yun heard the words of Monk Fayan, he was shocked and said: "What the abbot said is good, I sent Linghu Ancestor to go down to the Millennium Peak more than twenty years ago, as for where to go, I didn't dare to ask. Monk Fayan nodded and said, "Presumably, the place where the ancestor of Linghu went is only afraid that it is the same place as the four eminent monks in my temple, Tan Yun, Tan Xin, Tan Fa and Tan Dao. ”

Feng Yun has long heard the reputation of the four great monks of the Shaolin Tanzi generation, if there is anything that can make these four people go out together, it is definitely not trivial. He asked: "Feng is stupid, where are these seniors going, please ask the abbot to make it clear." ”

Monk Fayan said: "Amitabha, good, good! Your sect ordered the fox ancestor and the four great monks of our temple to go here, presumably to find the same person! I am afraid that in the vast Central Plains, only this person can help my Central Plains martial arts survive this catastrophe." ”

Feng Yun hurriedly asked, "Who is this person?" Monk Fayan said: "The old man thinks that you must know about this person, but you don't dare to think about it. ”

Feng Yun was shocked: "Could it be him!?" Hua Qianxue said: "Abbot Fayan, is this person you are talking about have a deep relationship with our Miao Jiang Poison Holy Sect?" Monk Fayan said: "What the flower donor said is good!"

Qin Fang and Sun Yi glanced at each other and said, "The person that Abbot Fayan said should have a lot to do with this dynasty. To tell the truth, His Majesty the Emperor has sent people to various states and counties to visit him several times, but in the end, he will not be able to. Su Liuhua, the flower thief, showed fear on his face and said, "I think, I know who you are talking about." Bai He was really humane: "If he is really willing to come, it will really be a great fortune for our Central Plains martial arts!" After that, he sighed again.

The good and evil sides in the house looked at each other, and neither of them could trust each other, and neither of them would say the name of the person first. The Yin Yang Sect Leader Zhu Tianjue's face was shocked, and he proposed, "Either we all secretly write down this person's name and show it at the same time to see if it's the same person?"

Feng Yun, the head of Longhu Mountain, replied: "That's very good!" He raised his sword in his left hand to block the sight of others, and at the same time used his internal force on the end of his right finger and carved it on the stove bricks, and for a while the dust was fluttering.

Monk Fayan slapped his palm on the surface of the stove and made a buzzing sound, and everyone knew that he was also submerging his internal force in his palm. Zhu Tianjue spat out a few mouthfuls, and then drips of black blood oozed from the tip of his right finger, and then he covered it with his left hand and wrote secretly on the stove.

Hua Qianxue grabbed a handful of Gu worms from her arms and sprinkled them on the stove, and covered them with her palms. Su Liuhua sneered and said, "I don't learn from you." He flicked his fingers, and a silver light flashed between them.

Qin Fang and Sun Yi knew that their martial arts were still far behind these famous people, so they obediently took out paper and ink from their arms and wrote secretly.

The white crane real person of the Kongtong faction and the beggar gang leader Xu Bafang exchanged a few words, and then he grabbed the jade pendant on his waist, held it in the palm of his hand, and said: "After discussing with the Xu gang leader, I think that the two of us are referring to the same person. ”

Yin Yang Sect Leader Zhu Tianjue said: "Since everyone has written it, let's reveal the mystery together." He still covered his hands to see if the others wrote the same handwriting.

Bai Crane Zhenren let go of his palm, and saw a jade horse lying quietly in his palm.

Monk Fayan raised his palm, only to see the crack on the furnace brick, which was a "驽" character. Feng Yun pulled out the sword, and the word "驽" was also pressed under the sword. Hua Qianxue said: "I'm the same as you. I saw that under the palm of her hand, the Gu worm had automatically formed a "驽" character.

Zhu Tianjue pulled away Su Liuhua's hidden right hand, and at the same time revealed the poisonous blood handwriting under his palm, and said, "It seems that we are all talking about the same person!" and then said to Qin Fang and Sun Yi: "Presumably, what Lord Qin and Master Sun wrote are also the same person as us." The two hurriedly opened the paper in their hands and nodded.

Zhu Tianjue sighed: "Hero Liu Yu, if he is willing to help our Central Plains Martial Arts survive this difficulty, my Yin Yang Sect will not hesitate to listen to his orders from now on." Feng Yun said: "Even if he is allowed to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, this person has been crowned king four times, and he has not accepted all of them, how can he take this little martial arts alliance leader in his eyes." ”

Among the crowd, Su Liuhua was the youngest, and he didn't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes the most, so he was a little surprised after hearing what Feng Yun said, and asked: "Dare to ask this hero Liu Yu which four times he has been crowned king?" Feng Yun was about to answer, when a burst of noise sounded outside the door, and everyone stood up to prepare to defend against the enemy.

I saw five figures and a stretcher falling from the roof, standing in the snow. The eighteen Arhats of the Dharma Academy and the four disciples of the Prajna Hall bowed their heads and bowed together. One of the five people strode into the house first, this person had white hair, it was the Linghu Ancestor of Longhu Mountain. When Feng Yun saw him, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and saluted.

Immediately afterwards, the four people behind carried the stretcher into the house, and the Fayan monk saw the four people and hurriedly got up, not daring to sit again, it turned out to be the four senior monks of the Shaolin Temple.

One of the four monks spoke: "Thank you Linghu Ancestor for opening the way in front this time and breaking the enemy, so that the four of us can carry this benefactor here so smoothly." Linghu Ancestor replied: "Don't dare, the four senior monks don't need to thank you, it's just a job!"

Su Liuhua saw the old man lying on the stretcher, described as extremely thin, and his age also looked very great, he asked with some disappointment: "Dare to ask him is Liu Yu Liu Daxia? Yue was able to meet him, which can be regarded as the first luck in this life, even if he died at this moment, it would not be in vain.

"We are still on the roof, I heard you talking, and I knew that you wanted to ask the hero Liu Yu which four times he had refused to be crowned king, and Yue Mou would tell you. Li Tang of the previous dynasty, Huang Chao of the uprising, Khitan Khan and now the Liang royal family, they all wanted to crown Liu Yu as king, but they were all rejected by him. So you said that he wouldn't care about a small martial arts alliance leader, which is very correct!"

Su Liuhua was very surprised when she heard this, if even one of these four kings fell on him, it would make him glorious for the rest of his life. He said: "So, can't we invite Liu Daxia?" The old man surnamed Yue was very weak, and the corners of his mouth showed a shallow smile, and said: "It is precisely because I am afraid that I will not invite him to come, the four senior monks of the Shaolin Temple and the ancestor of Linghu will personally come down the mountain to find me!"

Linghu Old Ancestor smiled: "You are Liu Daxia's master, with you here, the certainty of inviting him will be much greater." The four Shaolin Tanzi monks listened to the words and also chanted the Buddha in unison.

The old man surnamed Yue sighed and said, "My Yue Shengsi can actually be the master of a generation of heroes Liu Yu, it's just a coincidence!" He was lying on the stretcher, his eyes fixed on the heavy snow outside the door, struggling to get up. Seeing this, Ling Fox Ancestor hurriedly helped him sit up.

The old man named Yue Shengsigh continued: "The first day I met Liu Yu, it was also snowing like this, and he was still a child at that time, but he was ruthless. ”

Yin Yang Sect Leader Zhu Tianjue continued: "Mr. Yue is very touching when he sees things and thinks about people. If the hero Liu Yu can also come out to meet you at this moment, it will be really good. ”

Yue Sheng sighed: "The land of your underground station, the roof above your head, is where Liu Yu grew up since he was a child. When I saw this place, I remembered him as a child, and felt that he was here all the time. ”

Zhu Tianjue was taken aback when he heard this, and said: "A generation of heroes Liu Ju actually grew up in this small dilapidated house? Wouldn't it?" Liu Daxia was not only born in this house, but also grew up here until he was twelve years old before leaving this village. ”

At this time, Feng Yun couldn't help but interject: "I once heard some legends, saying that the father of the hero Liu Yu is just a pedant, which is unbelievable. Miao Jiang Poison Saint Flower Qianxue said: "This Feng Master doesn't know something, the background of the hero Liu Yu ......" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yue Shengsi.

Yue Sheng sighed: "You people, you care too much about your family background. If anyone can have a heart like him, then martial arts are supernatural and become a generation of heroes, which is just a matter of course. ”

Zen Master Tanyun opened his mouth and agreed: "What Master Yue said is very reasonable, and it is no accident that Liu Yu can become a generation of heroes. If it weren't for his determination, every calamity he had ever encountered would have been enough to knock him down. What the old man said, presumably the white crane real person also agrees with it. ”

Bai He Zhenren nodded and said: "This faction has a deep relationship with Liu Daxia, if it weren't for him to repay his grievances with virtue, I'm afraid that not only the Kongtong faction, but even the poor Dao I would have already been buried in the loess." Xu Bafang, the leader of the beggar gang, agreed: "How can the hero Liu Yu be compared to ordinary people." ”

Yin Yang Sect Leader Zhu Tianjue sighed: "No matter how good Liu Daxia is, what is the use, if he doesn't come again, I'm afraid we will all die without a place to be buried." As soon as he finished speaking, the eighteen arhats of the Dharma Academy and the four disciples of the Prajna Academy outside the house seemed to hear something and rushed out together.

Linghu Old Ancestor said: "The enemy is coming!" The four senior monks of Shaolin Temple also nodded.

Zhu Tianjue was shocked and said: "The enemy is coming, are we all waiting to die here?" He squinted at Su Liuhua, the flower thief, who was already slightly bent in his legs and knees, and his feet were lucky, and it seemed that he was ready to escape.

Outside the house, there was the shouting of the eighteen Arhats and the four disciples of Shaolin, and Zhu Tian's heart was trembling when he heard it, and he looked at Yan and Feng Yun and the others again, and his face was also extremely unstable. Linghu Ancestor sighed and said: "The soldiers are coming, the water is coming to cover the earth, the old man has lived for many years, so why not fight today." After saying that, he took a step and went out.

Zen Master Tanyun stopped him and said, "Linghu donor is slow, according to Lao Gu, Yue Shizhu's expression can be regarded as very calm, and he looks like he is confident." Everyone saw Yue Sheng sighing and hunching his back, staring blankly at the snow outside the house, and said, "Actually, if you don't invite me to come, Liu Yu will also come." According to his chivalrous heart, how could he ignore such a catastrophe in the Central Plains martial arts?"

The Yin Yang Sect Leader Zhu Tian was a little unconvinced, and his two eyes went straight out of the house, but he saw that the figures of the disciples of the Shaolin Temple shrank into a black spot on the snow in the distance, and he couldn't see it really. Yue Sheng sighed: "I don't need to look at it to know that the hero Liu Yu has already come." Zhu Tianjue said: "How do you know?"

Yue Sheng sighed and smiled, followed by a violent cough, and said, "At that time, I was still working for the former Tang Imperial Court, pretending to be an oil seller to investigate the military situation of Wang Xianzhi and the Huangchao thief army. It was outside this house that I met Liu Yu for the first time, and he chased me so persistently. Since then, he has made a deep impression on my heart, and I can even smell his smell. ”

Zhu Tianjue sniffed vigorously with his nose and said, "There is only a smell of disrepair in this house, what other smells, you old man is talking nonsense!" When he saw the current enemy, he no longer cared about the elders and children in the martial arts, and he didn't choose to speak.

Yue Sheng sighed when he heard him say this, and he didn't care, and said, "Young man, don't be so impatient. Back then, that doll Liu Yu was able to become a generation of heroes, and he also experienced a lot of ups and downs. You haven't experienced anything, so how do you know I'm not right, a bad old man?"

Zhu Tianjue wanted to refute when he heard this, the reason why he himself was able to become a hero of the evil sect generation was that his talent and big plans were comparable to ordinary people, and the sinister rivers and lakes he had experienced were naturally countless. However, before he could open his mouth to refute, he heard a strong wind in the distance, and hurriedly dodged to hide. Before he could leave, he saw a dark shadow shoot into the house, nailed to the shadow wall behind the stove.

When they came forward, they saw that it was a sword. Zhu Tianjue shouted, "I know, this sword belongs to the Kunlun Sword God Wei Yiran!" As soon as he finished speaking, a series of objects shot into the room and nailed to the shadow wall. Su Liuhua shouted: "I recognize, these are the ten fingernails of the Tianshan Mountain's 'Seven Absolute Hands' Wei Bu. Hua Qianxue, did you say!?" Hua Qianxue nodded excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, a knife and a token flew in, deeply embedded in the shadow wall, belonging to the "Tubo Sword God" Han Ricuo and the Khitan No. 1 master Yelu Sutai.

Yue Sheng sighed and sat on the stretcher with a hunched waist, and said with a smile: "I knew that Liu Yu was coming!"

At this time, the west wind suddenly swept outside, and the heavy snow entered the house in a hurry, and everyone was covered in it. Yue Shengsian raised his bony hands to touch the snowflakes, but they fell suddenly. After a long time, it still did not move.

Qin Fang, the head of the Forbidden Army, hurriedly tried his snort, and hurriedly said in shock: "Yue, Mr. Yue, it's time to return to heaven!"

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