Suddenly, Da Liao couldn't stop panting, whirring, the faster he breathed, Fang Qingluan's spirit perked up, and he said in his heart: "This monk's internal breath is in chaos, and he is almost out of breath." I just have to try to support him, don't knock him down, and after a while, he will fall to the ground and kill himself. ”

However, although Da Liaokong was panting urgently, his tricks were also intensified, and he shouted loudly, Fang Qingluan only felt that the "spine acupoint" in his waist and the "Shangqu acupoint" in his abdomen were in pain at the same time, and he had been hit by the acupoint, his hands and feet were numb and weak, and he couldn't move anymore.

Da Liaokong sneered a few times, couldn't help gasping, and said: "I told you to get out, but you didn't get out, now it's no wonder to me." I...... I...... What should I do with you?" pursed his lips and whistled loudly.

After a short time, four Tibetan warriors rushed out of the woods and shot out, "What is the decree of the Dharma King?"

Da Liao said: "Take this kid and cut it down!"

The four samurai said, "Yes!"

Fang Qingluan's body couldn't move, but he could hear it clearly in his ears, and he just complained in his heart: "If I am happy with my senior sister and promise her not to do anything Loulan don't do anything, how can I have a misfortune at this moment?

He just wanted to make a sound, willing to leave Lingzhou, and no longer compete with the prince of Tubo to be a concubine, but it was difficult to make a sound, but Da Liaokong's eyes didn't look at him, so he wanted to beg for mercy with his eyes, but he couldn't.

Four Tibetan warriors took Fang Qingluan, and one of them drew his scimitar and was about to slash at his neck.

Da Liao Kong suddenly said: "Wait! I knew this kid's father in the past, and let him keep a whole corpse." Throw him into this dry well, and go and carry some large stones and hold down the mouth of the well, lest he break through the hole and climb out of the well."

The Tibetan warrior replied: "Yes!" He threw Fang Qingluan into the dry well, looked around, and saw no big rocks, so he immediately ran quickly to the back of the mountain to find the big rocks.

Da Liaokong stood by the well, panting and annoying. That day, he used the wheel knife to plot against Lu Qian, for fear that the masters would attack him, and immediately fled down the mountain. Could it be ...... Could it be that this old thief's bald nonsense has really come true?"

Find a cave at the moment, sit quietly and rest, as long as you don't use internal strength, the heat flame in the body will slowly subside, but with a little effort, the hot flame in the dantian will rise, like a fire. In the evening, I heard that no one in the Shaolin Temple chased down, so I slowly returned south.

On the way, he connected with the spies who delivered messages to Tibet. It was learned that the king of Tubo had sent the little prince to Lingzhou to ask for relatives and apply for a horse.

The spy said that the little prince brought a large number of master warriors, gold and silver jewelry, rare playthings, and famous horses and swords.

Famous horses and swords were presented to the Loulan Emperor, rare playthings were given to the princess, and gold, silver and jewelry were used to bribe the concubines, eunuchs, and ministers of the Loulan Kingdom.

Da Liaokong is the national teacher of Tubo, and Wen military and political plans, although he is sick, but the success or failure of the family is related to the national fortune of Tubo, immediately went to Loulan, presided over the overall situation, and sent master warriors to deal with the opponents who came to compete for horses from all over the world.

Around the tenth day of the eighth month, the warriors of the Tibetan Kingdom had driven back hundreds of aristocratic youths and high-rollers who had heard the news. Although there were many comers, everyone had a selfish heart, and when they were facing the enemy, they would never help each other, and they were no match for the siege of the warriors of the Tibetan country.

Da Liaokong arrived in Lingzhou, looking for a place to recuperate, and the torment of the fire in his body gradually subsided, but his mood was slightly turbulent, and his limbs trembled involuntarily. After getting it, it makes the mind calm and relaxed, and the fingers, eyebrows, corners of the mouth, and shoulders are still constantly moving, and they never stop.

He didn't want others to see such an ugly state, he lived alone on weekdays, and rarely met people, and on this day, he got a report from his warriors, saying that Fang Qingluan had come to Lingzhou, and his subordinates had killed and injured several Tubo warriors.

Da Liao Kong thought that Fang Qingluan was handsome, both civil and military, and he was really a first-class talent among the martial arts teenagers in the world, if he was not sent away, the little prince would definitely compare him, thinking that none of the warriors under his command were his enemies, and he had to go out by himself; and thinking about his high martial arts, Fang Qingluan had long known that most of them could scare him away without using their hands, so he found the hotel.

When he arrived, Fang Qingluan had already captured Lu Qian and left. There are Tibetan warriors around the hotel who are buried in surveillance, and Da Liaokong asks for the direction and chases the general. When he rushed to the forest, Fang Qingluan had already thrown Lu Qian into the well, and was talking to Han Ning'er, a fight, although Fang Qingluan caught him, Da Liaokong was also like a tide, and the conflicts and hovers in the meridians and acupoints everywhere seemed to burst out, but there was no catharsis, which was really sad.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his chest, and his internal breath couldn't help but expand, as if his head, chest, and belly were all swelling outward, and he was about to blow his whole body to pieces in an instant. He looked down at his chest and abdomen, as usual, there was no swelling at all, but all around him, it seemed that his body had swelled into a big ball, and his internal breath was still pouring out.

Da Liaokong was extremely frightened, stretched out his right hand and poked a finger at each of the three places of his left shoulder, left leg, and right leg, and stabbed three holes, to guide the internal breath to leak out of the three holes, and the blood flowed in the three holes, but the internal breath could not be vented.

The words of the old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple kept ringing in his ears, at this time he knew that this was true, he was greedy for more things, and mistakenly practiced the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School and the "Book of Eternal Life", the cart was reversed, and the catastrophe was coming.

He was terrified in his heart, but after many years of cultivation, especially the meditation kung fu of Buddhism, he was very profound, but his mind was not chaotic at the moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "He ...... Why didn't he practice all of them together? Why did he only practice a few, but he gave me all the secrets of seventy-two stunts? When I met him, even if I was speculative and familiar at first sight, how could I have such a great friendship?"

Da Liaokong was in danger at this time, and suddenly understood Fang Tangming's intention of giving away the "Shaolin Seventy-two Stunt Secrets".

On that day, Fang Tang Ming gave away the secret, he was suspicious, guessing that the other party had bad intentions, but to read the secrets, every stunt is subtle and indescribable, with his high knowledge, he is true or false, and then try the secret in detail, there is no poison on the page, this is the suspicion is gone, since this moment of hard practice, every time he becomes a practice, the other party Tang Ming will increase a point of gratitude.

Until this moment, he couldn't survive, he couldn't die, Fang Shi understood the viciousness of Fang Tangming's intentions: "He has been hiding in Honghua Temple for decades, and he must have secretly heard the monks talk about Shaolin stunts that they can't be practiced."

That day he met me. He was jealous of my martial arts talents, so he gave me these stunt secrets. First, I wanted to give it a try and see what the consequences would be after I practiced, and second, I wanted to have a grudge with Honghua Temple and provoke the Tubo Kingdom and the Tang Dynasty to fight. The descendants of the other Fang family can fish in mixed waters and restore the Chu State. As for the secrets of the seventy-two stunts, he recorded a separate copy, which goes without saying. ”