Sunlight slanted into a very ordinary Zen room.

Everything in this Zen room is either earthy yellow or blue-gray, which looks ancient and heavy.

There is a bamboo frame and two futons in the room, both of which are spotlessly clean, but both leave traces of the passage of time.

There was only a bed, on which lay a young man.

The young man had apparently been asleep for several days. Although his face was clear, his eyebrows were furrowed.

It seems that there are also big things in the sleep.

The sunlight gradually moved to the young man's face, and suddenly his eyelashes fluttered, and after a moment he woke up.

The first thing Fang Zhongjin did when he turned around was that he noticed that the Peng Bai internal energy in his body was constantly agitating and growing.

It's like reaching a bottleneck and not being able to open the cap anyway.

He slowly sat up and glanced at the strange things around him.

This place, he was sure he had never been. But from the decorations, it can be seen that he should be in a temple now.

And the person who placed Fang Zhongjin here didn't seem to have any ill will towards him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been allowed to sleep in such a comfortable and tidy room.

He looked around intently, and everything in the room was still except him.

But Fang Zhongjin knew that something was wrong.

Suddenly, a large amount of memories frantically poured into Fang Zhongjin's brain.

Yes, he was above the assembly in Huashan.

Lu'er is afraid to die, and Qiu Songhe is also dead.

Fang Zhongjin was finally dominated by the rage and tried to smash the Haoran Tower, trying to completely annihilate the righteous people of the entire Central Plains Martial Arts.

Later, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Cheng Hui, fought fiercely with himself, which hindered the trend of the collapse of Haoran Tower.

At that time, Cheng Hui was not his opponent, and Fang Zhongjin was sure that he would be able to defeat him by fighting fifty more moves.

But then the old man also joined the warband.

This person's skill is even higher than Fang Zhongjin. Under the joint efforts of the two of them, Fang Zhongjin was naturally invincible.

In the end, Fang Zhongjin was attacked by the enemy on his back, and he couldn't dodge the blow of the old man Fu Demon to the Baihui acupoint.

This is where the memory comes to an abrupt end.

After that, Fang Zhongjin woke up in this meditation room.

Since it is a Zen room, then this place is likely to be in the Shaolin Temple.

It's funny. At the beginning, every move was a killer move.

Obviously, Cheng Hui wanted to immediately correct Fang Zhongjin on the spot, but now he is pretending to let himself lie here, what is it for?

And recalling Lu'er's death again, the bone-eating pain in Fang Zhongjin's heart woke up again.

He took two breaths of relief, trying to breathe evenly, and finally the pain subsided.

When Fang Zhongjin first heard the bad news, he couldn't accept it at all. The deep self-blame and the power of the god-intimidating technique made him almost go crazy.

But when he opened his eyes again, he was already able to suppress the pain by forcibly adjusting his emotions.

Fang Zhongjin laughed miserably. I'm afraid that in my life, I need to be a ruthless and desireless person.

You can no longer put anyone in your heart, nor can you feel guilty about anything.

Only in this way can we not be devoured by the intimidating gods.

But in this way, hasn't he Fang Zhongjin become a ruthless and shameless person?

At the same time, Fang Zhongjin finally understood what was wrong.

The reason why he was able to resist Qiu Songhe's fatal blow before, fought with Cheng Hui in mid-air for a long time.

That's all because Fang Zhongjin accidentally broke through the shackles of internal strength and reached the release of internal force.

The situation was very different then than it is now, and I will never forget it.

The line of sight became exceptionally clear, and the movements of the people around him became slower.

And with one move and one style, it can be said that you can come at will, and you can send and receive it freely.

Such an experience is as vivid as the transcendence of the soul and the cessation of the mortal womb of the flesh.

And at this moment, although there is nothing special about the things in front of you, the problem is that it is too ordinary!

Since Fang Zhongjin had already broken through the realm at that time, could it be that he had fallen back now?

for there is no living creature here but him. Except for sunlight, everything is still.

There was nothing to refer to, and he could not make a judgment other than that the vision was not as clear as it had been before.

Fang Zhongjin was silent for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped at the bamboo frame.

As expected, the bamboo frame does not move at all and is not affected by the slightest.

And the internal force in the body is circulating and stirring, as if it wants to break through, but it can't find an outlet for catharsis.

Obviously, the internal force on Fang Zhongjin's body is much stronger than in the past, and he may have reached the limit of his physical mortal womb.

It is only half a step away from breaking through the realm of internal force release.

Fang Zhongjin is an open-minded person.

Now that he has confirmed that his martial arts cultivation has not broken through, although it is a pity, there is nothing that he can't let go.

He is only in his early twenties now, and he can reach such a state of physical perfection.

Hugh said that it was faster than ordinary people, it was simply soaring in the clouds, and others couldn't catch up even if they were in a hurry.

And he has offended the Central Plains Martial Arts ruthlessly, although I don't know why Cheng Hui finally saved his life.

If Fang Zhongjin wants to roam freely in this world again, he must also quickly break through the boundaries and reach the realm of internal force and external release.

As long as his strength is far beyond ordinary people, he regards the entire martial arts as a chicken. Then even if others want to liquidate, Fang Zhongjin can not care at all.

With his mind already decided, Fang Zhongjin felt that he had to first determine whether the place where he was was really the Shaolin Temple, and why they had left themselves here.

Fang Zhongjin turned over and got out of bed and walked to the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a succession of yellow walls and tiles, green pines and clouds. Connected from afar, there is no end in sight for a while.

What a solemn and quaint atmosphere!

This world is so big, maybe only Shaolin Temple can have such great strength and swallow such a big piece of the world.

In the distance, the pine waves rubbed against each other, and the sound of chanting seemed to be nothing, as if it were a heavenly sound.

Standing still for a moment seems to be able to really cleanse the soul and make people forget the world.

But this is still in the world.

The sound of Fang Zhongjin pushing open the door just now alarmed the people in the two Zen rooms on the side.

I saw a person on each side eagerly pushing open the door and looking over.

When they saw that it was Fang Zhongjin who turned around, both of them said in unison: "You are awake!"

It's just that the voice of the man on the left is joyful, while the voice of the man on the right is a little gloomy.

When Fang Zhongjin saw these two people, he had seen them all.

One is the honest monk Hong Ji with eyebrows like two black brooms.

The other is the Hongdu monk who once went down the mountain to pick up Hongji. There was no emotion on his face, and his two single eyelids were sharp and deep. When you look at people, it's as if two knives have been slashed at them.