In the hall, there was chaos.

Song Duanyu faced a Huizhou disciple.

This Huizhou disciple was a little angry in his heart, he was about to make a contribution with his previous sword, but he was stopped by this young man who killed him halfway.

He put the sword behind his back and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?" I do things in Huizhou, and you dare to stop me. ”

Song Duanyu clenched half a foot of snow and said with a smile, "I'm just a restaurant runner, stop you, if nothing else, just to see that you are uncomfortable." ”

Song Duanyu said as he secretly glanced to the side.

He saw the woman swinging her sword. The woman's long hair fluttered with her posture, and the long sword in her hand swept out a sword flower in the air.

Beside the woman, those Huizhou disciples with swords in their hands all took a step back, and the long sword in their hands couldn't stop trembling.

Song Duanyu turned his head and looked at the Huizhou disciple in front of him with a smile.

The Huizhou disciple in front of him is named Wen Kai. Since he was a child, his parents died, and he survived by picking weeds on weekdays. Due to fate, an elder in the purple pond in Huizhou passed by the village where Wen Kai lived, and saw that Wen Kai was young and pitiful

His root bone qualifications brought him back to Huizhou Zichi.

After Wen Kai entered the Purple Pool, he practiced martial arts diligently under the spur of that elder, and walked the 'Qi Training' path.

He is different from Song Duanyu, Hu Zihao and others who take the path of 'refining essence', and is known as 'Qi Practitioner'. Although his realm has Xiaowu Wupin, which is three realms higher than Song Duanyu of Xiaowu Bapin, but after all, Song Duanyu's knife was unexpected, and Wen Kai did not check for a while, so he was dismantled by Song Duanyu.

Qi practitioners have methods of concentrating and controlling qi, but these are still different from the gods and demons depicted on the gods and demons that are circulated in the market.

A qi practitioner like Wen Kai, if he goes to some remote towns and villages, he will definitely be respected as an 'immortal master' by the villagers.

Wen Kai glanced at the young man and saw that the young man was indeed dressed plainly.

But when he thought about it, a handsome face turned red for a while—the young man in front of him clearly meant to humiliate him. He was a Qi practitioner in Huizhou Zichi, but he couldn't beat a restaurant running a hall. If this matter is known to his friends on the purple pond in Huizhou, it may be used as their after-dinner conversation.

In Wen Kai's rather sultry phoenix eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed.

He, Wen Kai, was going to kill this young man.

Whoever insults him will die.

He opened his mouth and said, "You are following the path of an ordinary martial artist who 'refines'?"

Song Duanyu nodded, and slowly lifted the half-foot snow in his hand.

"Today, ordinary martial artists have declined, and except for the people in the three sects, the most are 'qi practitioners'," Wen Kai said slowly.

Song Duanyu didn't know what Wen Kai meant by saying this, but when Wen Kai finished the second half of the sentence, he understood.

I only heard Wen Kai say, "This road is too difficult to walk, so it's better to let Wen send you on the road." ”

Wen Kai spoke, his body was pulled back, the two fingers of his left hand were lightly twisted, and he recited an obscure method in his mouth.

I saw that the Xuantie long sword in Wen Kai's hand was wrapped in a light blue sword qi.

This is exactly the set of qi practitioner recipes passed on to him by the elder of the purple pool in Huizhou - "Qiulan Jue"

This set of "Qiulan Jue" is one of the four major recipes of Huizhou, and it is the way to overcome rigidity with softness.

Wen Kai stabbed out with a sword, and the qi of his body gathered at the tip of the sword under the traction of the long sword, and it was sent and received in an instant.

The light blue sword qi rushed towards Song Duanyu like a dragon.

Song Duanyu had already slashed out with a sword, and the surging sword qi was against the sword qi, and it was a stalemate for a while, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

But Wen Kai's cultivation was higher than Song Duanyu's after all, and over time, Song Duanyu felt that the internal qi was insufficient.

If you fight hard, you will definitely be pierced by Wen Kai's sword!

It could already be seen that the plain clothes around Song Duanyu had been cut through by the aftermath of the majestic sword qi inspired by Wen Kai's long sword, and then shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, exposing his entire arm to the fierce sword qi.

A few streaks of blood faintly appeared on Song Duanyu's bronzed skin.

At this moment, Song Duanyu retreated, then turned to one side, and then hurriedly urged the body method "Three Inches Green" to avoid Wen Kai's powerful blow.

Song Duanyu had already changed his position at this moment, and the stone slab where he was standing before was actually shattered by the sword qi and shattered into pieces.

Hu Zihao saw this scene in his eyes, and his face was still light.

"Hero, do you want to help that little brother", the bearded big man Cheng said with the wind, "Although this Huizhou disciple is taking the path of qi training, the martial arts realm is much higher than that of the little brother." If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that the little brother will be in danger of his life. ”

Just now, Hu Zihao told the 'Wind and Frost Second Knife' brothers the news that this new stranger was sent by Huizhou Zichi.

The name of this Huizhou Purple Pond, Cheng Suifeng has naturally heard of it.

In the past 100 years, the saying that 'the world's martial arts come out of Huizhou' has been spread on the rivers and lakes, because half of the famous figures in the rivers and lakes in this Jiazi are from Huizhou.

And Huizhou Zichi, as the first major sect in the world, is naturally not to be underestimated.

"It's okay," Hu Zihao waved his hand, "As long as this young man is in this 'Xuanwu Secret Vault', nothing will happen." ”

Looking at the calmness on Hu Zihao's face, Cheng Suifeng admired the confidence of the man in front of him more and more. If I had such a strong kung fu, the incident would not have happened twenty years ago.

Thinking of that, Cheng Suifeng's face was a little lonely.

Cheng Baishuang also saw his brother Cheng Suifeng's thoughts, and hurriedly said, "Look, that little brother has changed his tricks." ”

Let's say that in the field, after Song Duanyu used "Three Inches Green" to widen the distance between him and Wen Kai, his body shape kept changing, trying to confuse Wen Kai.

He had already understood in the previous confrontation that Wen Kai, as a qi practitioner, had a weakness in his hand-to-hand combat.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Hu Zihao's eyes in the distance.

Let's say that Zhang Motian couldn't help but sigh when he saw Song Zhixuan also enter the field.

In his opinion, Song Zhixuan's 'cultivation' is really too dangerous.

Doesn't Confucianism often say, "Doesn't a gentleman stand under a dangerous wall?"

However, thinking of the young man's so-called "although there are tens of millions of people, I will go forward", Zhang Motian's heart is also a little complicated.

When he first visited the Qixia Temple in Qixia Mountain, he also asked - what is Buddhism?

In order to worship Qixia Temple, Zhang Motian went to Qixia Temple twice.

The first time I went, it was a rainy day.

Zhang Motian didn't even enter the temple gate, because he was extremely angry at that time.

He was drenched in the rain and knelt outside the mountain gate of Qixia Temple.

The host of Qixia Temple stood outside the mountain gate, looked at the man who couldn't kneel, sighed, and said, "Master Zhang, go back." ”

Zhang Motian lowered his head, and the rain drenched his already messy hair - because of that incident, his branch was expelled from the main clan, and his parents were also punished by the patriarch of the main clan. At that time, Zhang Motian was depressed, and he was immersed in the sound of dogs and horses all day long, in order to paralyze himself.

"If you don't go back, please ask the abbot to take me as an apprentice," Zhang Motian said. There was already a hint of crying in his voice, but there was a bit of resentment in his crying.

I don't know who he resents, maybe it's his uncompetitive brother? If it weren't for her, how could his Zhang family end up in such a situation?

The host of the Qixia Temple let out a long sigh and looked into the distance.

Under the cover of the dripping rain curtain, the spring color of Qixia Mountain is endless green.

The host lowered his head and looked at Zhang Motian, who was kneeling.

At this time, a mountain wind blew.

Both of them saw that a weed sandwiched between the bluestone slabs was blown away by the mountain wind and did not know where to go.

The host said earnestly, "Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots. Donor, you have seen it too, go back. Go down the mountain and find a good living. ”

Zhang Motian didn't get up, but still said, "Please preside over and let me enter the temple as a disciple." ”

The presiding officer said, "Although the Dharma is extensive, it does not cross the people who have no fate. ”

Zhang Motian still didn't get up. However, this time, the old monk who presided over ignored him, turned around and opened the temple gate, and entered the Qixia Temple.

When he came to Qixia Temple for the second time, Zhang Motian succeeded.

He successfully entered the Qixia Temple.

Because when he came this time, he brought a big rooster.

In front of the host of Qixia Temple, he killed the rooster with a knife.

"Why did the donor do you kill so much," said the host.

Before Zhang Motian could reply, the presiding old monk said, "Since this is the case, you can enter the Qixia Temple to practice." Follow me every day, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, so as to wash away the sins of your body. ”

Since then, Zhang Motian has entered the temple as a monk, and his law name is 'Jingkong'.

It's just that fifteen years after Zhang Motian entered the temple, the host passed away.

Such a host of Qixia Temple is an uncle of Zhang Motian.

This year, it is also with the meaning of that uncle that Zhang Motian will come to the northwest.

Zhang Motian glanced at Song Zhixuan from a distance again - I don't know why, he has a good impression of this scholar.

But it is destined that their ways are different.

Zhang Motian walked towards the depths of the hall and walked into a secret passage - as one of the people who arranged it this time, he naturally knew the mechanism and secret passage here.

But he didn't expect Zhang Zitang to be waiting for him here.

"Brother", Zhang Zitang is holding his former saber 'Qingzhu' in his hand.

The green bamboo sword emitted a faint green light in the dim aisle, but it was a sword intent that was cold to the bone marrow.

Zhang Zitang seemed to have a surge of anger in his words, "Why do you want to set up this game with those people." ”

Zhang Motian said, "Naturally, it is for my Zhang family to return to the main clan of Huizhou, naturally to make up for the mistakes you made twenty years ago, and naturally to pay tribute to my father and mother who died in vain because of you for no reason!"

Zhang Zitang was speechless for a while, but after a while, he spoke again, "But you shouldn't involve all these innocent people!"

Zhang Motian rubbed the demon-slaying pestle in his hand - this demon-slaying pestle was given to him by the absessed host of Qixia Temple, hoping that he would be wary of the gods.

"No one in this world is innocent. "Literary