Xian Jie heard Ku Zhi's question, but did not answer, but was puzzled, this water ice sword has only recently started, how does he know that the sword in my hand is the water ice sword, so he asked: "How do you know that this is the water ice sword?"

Ku Zhi didn't answer, but asked again: "You don't care how the old man knows, tell the old man how you have this water ice sword?"

Xianjie was reluctant to answer, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but she was stopped by Kuzhi again, and she said cruelly: "If you don't say anything today, don't want to leave from Lao Wei's hands!"

Xianjie saw that she couldn't escape from it, so she had to draw her sword and do it, under the night, the water ice sword was unsheathed, with three points of cold, with the sword light reflected by the slight moonlight, Xianjie jumped up and took the lead in making a move, and the sword pointed at the bitter.

Bitter to stand still, no flinching, the lower plate is as stable as a rock, decades of hard work to cast a body of hard air, he two palms out, gathering strength, only one move Buddha finger sword, the tip of the Xianjie sword ejection.

Xianjie sword edge deflected, a turn over and interspersed from behind the bitter to, compared with before, a little more strength, bitter and did not turn around to resist, the thought of closed eyes and meditation has long practiced the ability to replace the purpose of the ear, the root of the ear moved, it was already known that the sword of Xianjie was trending, only a temporary bow, Xianjie Fu another sword in the air, from the bitter to half of the body floated by.

Bitter to get up immediately, with the foot of the force, as if to make a move on Xianjie, I saw that he took his left foot as the fixed point, the right foot quickly rotated a few times, and the dead leaves under his feet immediately spiraled up like a tornado rolling up the fallen leaves, and then gathered into a ball, converging in the air, a burst of power was released, the fallen leaf ball that had gathered a strong internal force flew towards Xianjie, and Xianjie had to renew the body protection magic skill to block the falling leaf ball in front of her.

The deciduous ball stopped in mid-air, so bitter that it immediately made a decision, and immediately passed through the middle of the deciduous ball with the palm of his hand like an arrow from the string, breaking Xianjie's Vientiane renewal air wave, and the deciduous ball suddenly burst and scattered, and fell to the ground one after another.

Bitter to the point of being fierce and fast, Xianjie was caught off guard, fortunately she had profound skills, and she had Vientiane to renew her divine power to protect her body, so she only took a few steps back and was not injured.

When she stood still, Xianjie used the eighteenth style of breaking the sword, and the withered leaves in the forest flew and swirled with Xianjie's sword qi, so bitter that she could obviously feel Xianjie's skills, and couldn't help but be secretly shocked in her heart, "I don't know who has such internal strength cultivation and swordsmanship cultivation, although he is young, he has decades of hard work, which is really powerful." ”

Xianjie can also feel the depth of the master's skills, although there are favorable weapons to help, it is difficult to make up her mind to kill after all, and she knows that the essence of Zong's sword and swordsmanship is ruthless, so it is inevitable that the sword power will be greatly reduced, and she knows that it will be difficult to get out of such a fighting method.

The two fought each other for dozens of rounds, Xianjie's swordsmanship was sharp, and the sword qi was sharp, but the martial arts of Kuzhi were very fierce, and the two competed, regardless of victory or defeat, but the trees in the forest suffered a catastrophe. The smaller trees were either cut off by the Xianjie Water Ice Sword, or they were so bitter that they cracked their trunks with their palms, and the larger trees were also scarred.

Thinking that it had reached the appointed time, and thinking that Brother Zheng had already succeeded, Xianjie suddenly thought of an idea, so she stopped and said to Kuzhi: "Master, you better go back quickly! You have already won the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, go back to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion quickly to see if you have lost anything?"

After hearing this, he immediately realized: "Oh no, I'm afraid it's really a trick, so I have to go back quickly." ”

Xianjie took advantage of the hesitation to fly away, disappeared into the shadows, and then went to the grove, so bitter that she was really worried, and did not chase again, but immediately hurriedly turned back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

After the bitterness was so bad that he hurriedly returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he saw that the disciples had been pointed out by people, and he knew that something was wrong, so he explained the acupoints for them one by one, and the leading disciple said: "Uncle Shi, the disciple is useless, and he was broken into by thieves." ”

Bitter to the point that he knew that he was not entirely to blame Feiran and the others, so he persuaded An: "I don't blame you, but I blame me for being careless, you go in quickly to see what is missing?" Everyone endured the pain and immediately went in to count the things in the pavilion according to the instructions.

Zong Zheng waited for a long time at the fork in the grove, but still didn't see Sorrow and Xianjie, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious, pacing back and forth, and was about to turn back to investigate, when he suddenly saw a figure in the distance, and he hid behind the tree.

When Xian Jie got closer and closer, Zong Zheng saw that it was Xian Jie coming, so he immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "Xian'er, are you okay?"

Xianjie responded: "Brother Zheng, I'm fine, have you found what you're looking for?"

"It's been found. Zong Zheng patted the scroll in his arms and said.

Xianjie's face was full of joy, and then, looking around at the mournful master, she couldn't help but ask, "What about the master? Why isn't he there?"

Zong Zheng was also puzzled: "I'm also wondering, it stands to reason that he should be here first." ”

Xianjie said worriedly: "Brother Zheng, I think something must have happened to the Sorrow Master, so we might as well go back and take a look." As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to return to the temple again, but was stopped by Zongzheng.

"Xian'er, don't worry! Master of Sorrow is originally from Shaolin Temple, even if he is caught, do you think Shaolin will hurt him?"

Xianjie thought for a while, and felt that what Brother Zheng said was very reasonable, so she asked, "Then where are we going next?"

"I think, let's find a safe place to study the things in my arms first, that scroll is all written in Tianzhu script, I can't read it!" Zong Zheng replied,

Xianjie muttered, "Tianzhuwen, how can it be Tianzhuwen?"

Zong Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, Xian'er, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"

Immediately, the two quietly left the Shaolin Temple.

After the disciples counted the scriptures in the pavilion, they came out one by one, and the leading disciples reported: "Uncle Yu, there is not a single volume of scriptures in the pavilion, but it's just"

Kuzhi asked, "Just what?"

Otherwise, under the questioning of bitter Zhi, he continued: "It's just that a scroll in the bottom box on the right side of the attic is missing. ”

He asked, "What scroll?"

The disciple held the book list in his hand and replied, "According to the catalog of the collection of the Zangjing Pavilion, it is a scroll entrusted to this temple by a person named Zong Wei. ”

Kuzhi was very impressed by Zong Wei, but he didn't understand why Zong Wei's scroll had been in the temple for twenty years, and he himself had already passed away, so why the people who came tonight wanted to take it.

Seeing that Fei Ran and the disciples were already injured, he said indifferently: "I know, you go down to recuperate first." ”

Everyone helped each other to leave, and at the same time, another group of monks on duty also hurried over, and the leader of them was full of shame, and said with a suffocated face: "Uncle Yu, Uncle Sad, Uncle Sorrow is back, and he is in the hall of the temple, and the abbot has asked you to come over." ”

Bitter to the point of wanting to blame the late rescue, hearing that the sorrow is back, he was very happy for a while, and he also had a little bit of a bottom about this matter in his heart, so he replied: "The sorrow is back, great, I will go over, you must take care of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion firmly, I will come when I go." ”

He replied, "Yes, Uncle Shi." He immediately went to the temple hall.

In the temple hall, several masters of grief, grief and grief were there, and the abbot and others rushed forward to salute when they saw the suffering.

looked at Kuzhi sadly, and excitedly hugged Kuzhi and said, "Uncle Shi, Sadness is back." ”

Bitter to look sad, his face full of joy, "You're finally back!"

Sad and ashamed, I couldn't help but lower my head and said weakly: "Uncle Shi, Fang is me"

Before the sorrow was finished, Kuzhi immediately said: "You don't need to say more, I have already guessed, let me ask you, who is it that comes with you?"

When Kuzhi saw Sorrow wearing a night clothes, the bitter Zhi who understood the world had already seen through everything, and asked who could sneak into Shaolin quietly, and who was so familiar with the location of the scroll, why should have come to support in time, why did it not show up, there must be a person who is very familiar with Shaolin in it, so when it came to the news of Sadness's return, Bitter Zhi guessed that it was sadness, especially when he saw Sadness wearing a night clothes, he could already conclude.

In the face of Uncle Kuzhi's questioning, he was entangled in his sad heart: "Should I tell their identities or not? If I say that he is Zongzheng, I must persuade all the senior brothers and uncles not to misunderstand Zongzheng anymore, and when the grievances and grievances are clarified, fortunately, there is a lot of evidence now, and this matter can be said, but Zongzheng is the son of the dragon scales, although the matter is very important, I promised not to leak half a word, hey! Should I say it?"

Seeing that Sorrow was indifferent, he pushed a handful of Sorrow, "Senior brother, Uncle Shi asked you!"

Sad knew that breaking into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was a violation of the rules, if he didn't answer truthfully, he was afraid that he would not be able to deal with the prevarication, so he replied truthfully: "They, one is the girl who came to Shaolin last year to make trouble, and the other is Zongzheng." ”

"What? How could it be him? How could he still be alive?" Hearing the news that Zong Zheng was still alive, his nerves seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he asked three rhetorical questions in a row.

"What the hell is going on?" asked the abbot calmly.

Sadness told the brothers and uncles how he met Zongzheng.

"However, he obviously suffered a sword, a punch and two palms that day, which was a serious injury! No matter how strong his internal strength was, it was impossible to survive!" The grief and indignation were still unbelievable.

Sadness responded with grief and indignation: "I don't know how he survived, and I don't know how he got out of Pangu Peak, but he is indeed alive!

"Senior brother, he is the public enemy of martial arts, how can you get involved with him? and take him to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!" Accepting this fact with grief and indignation, he couldn't help but feel sad again.

Ku Zhi also asked sadly: "Yes, sad, you tell the truth to your uncle, why did he Zongzheng take away the file of Zongwei?"

When the abbot heard Ku Zhi ask, he couldn't help but feel a slight frown, he didn't know about it, but it was also really curious, but when he heard Ku Zhi say the names of 'Zongzheng' and 'Zongwei', he seemed to feel something, but after a while, he returned to calm again, probably remembering that Zong Wei jumped off the cliff with his son.

Sadly thinking that he must not tell Zongzheng's true identity, he decided to use another secret on Zongzheng's body as a cover, so he said,

"Senior brothers, senior uncles, you are afraid that you have misunderstood Zongzheng, sad and angry senior brother, do you know that you almost made a big mistake!"