Mei Jian, Zhu Jian and the other four shu, who were already about to make a move, couldn't help but stop when they heard Xuzhu's name for Mo Huai.

"Boy, it's really not small. Now, you must already be the master of the Ethereal Peak Vulture Palace, right?" Mo Huai, who was originally standing quietly with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly to look at Xuzhu and smiled.

Xuzhu, who reacted, hurriedly stepped forward and saluted respectfully, and at the same time asked curiously: "I've seen Uncle Shi! I don't know how Uncle Shi is here?"

"Since you call me uncle, no matter what Grandma Shantong said that day, she can be regarded as my senior sister. I'm coming to my senior sister's place to study martial arts, why not?" Mo Huai smiled casually, which suddenly made Xuzhu a little speechless.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Mo Huai couldn't help but chuckle, reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, since Grandma Tong handed over the Vulture Palace to you, take out a little bit of the spirit of the owner of the Vulture Palace." Be your Eagle Palace Venerable Master! Uncle Shi left first. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Xuzhu to say more, Mo Huai, who had a phantom figure, had turned into an afterimage and left in the blink of an eye. Such a powerful light martial arts technique, not to mention Mei Jian Sishu, even Xuzhu couldn't help but secretly marvel and admire in his heart. This uncle, the means of cultivation are really unfathomable.

Mo Huai, who left the Ethereal Peak, only came to the Xixia Palace in Lingzhou after a few days. The purpose is naturally to take a look at the map that Li Qiushui left in the study room in the Qingfeng Pavilion to record the advanced martial arts.

Mo Huai didn't covet Li Qiushui's advanced martial arts, after all, he had obtained all the cultivation methods of the Xiaoyao School's advanced martial arts, which naturally included Li Qiushui's Xiao Wuxiang Gong, Bai Hong's palm power and other famous martial arts. It's just that among these advanced martial arts maps left by Li Qiushui, there are profound martial arts principles, which are of great benefit to Mo Huai.

Coming to the Tianlong World, Mo Huai, who relied on the Northern Shengong to absorb the internal strength of many people, has already reached the first-class level, and even the purity of the internal force is not weaker than that of the innate master. But if you want to step into the innate nature, you must not have strong enough internal strength, but you must have a deeper understanding of martial arts.

Li Qiushui's generation of grandmaster-like martial arts masters, the profound martial arts map she left behind contains her understanding of martial arts, which is exactly what Mo Huai needs now.

In the process of comprehending the vulture stone carving before, Mo Huai had already stepped into the innate level with almost no obstacles. Mo Huai, who had just entered the innate realm, urgently needed to stabilize his cultivation realm and find a path to a higher level of cultivation.

Although the Xixia Palace is heavily guarded, without Li Qiushui, the entire Xixia is afraid that it will never be able to find a congenital master, so for Mo Huai, it is no different from not being defended. He easily infiltrated the inner study in the Qingfeng Pavilion and devoted himself to studying martial arts. When he was really hungry, he went to the imperial study in the palace. The food in the palace is naturally not bad, and Mo Huai is feasting every time.

More than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, at the foot of Shaomu Mountain in Henan, among the woods, the night is deep, and the faint light of a bunch of bonfires that are about to burn out reflects the figure in the forest who is immersed in the practice of moving and moving, it is Mo Huai.

Call.. The sudden sound of the whistling wind made the bonfire that was about to burn out suddenly burst into flames, and the firelight illuminated Mo Huai's sweaty red face, but it could not hide the burning brilliance in his eyes.

"It's finally done!" Mo Huai, who couldn't hide his joy on his face, felt the surging innate true qi in the meridians in his body, which was obviously much stronger than before, and couldn't help but be angry: "I see! After a martial arts practitioner steps into the innate and wants to break through, he requires a deeper understanding of martial arts, and the martial arts moves are mellow and wishful, and gradually return to the basics, so that he can control the stronger and purer innate true qi." The technique is close to the Tao, and the same is true of martial arts, high depth, is to unite heaven and man, and understand the natural wonder of heaven and earth. Innate, the realm of martial arts Jindan.. I think I've found my way. ”

As he spoke, Mo Huai, who easily suppressed and extinguished the rising bonfire with an invisible energy between the overturning palms of his hand, couldn't help but look up at the Shaomu Mountain with the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the whole person with a phantasmaged figure seemed to instantly turn into a gust of wind and flew towards the mountain.

Obviously, Mo Huai, who participated in the study of martial arts during this time, not only gained a lot in his understanding of martial arts and martial arts techniques, but also improved a lot in light skills.

Now that he has performed his Ling Bo micro steps, he is not just performing light skills, but also contains the mysteries of martial arts. If it weren't for a real martial arts master-like figure, he would never have reached this level.

However, Mo Huai had already quietly infiltrated the Shaolin Temple, and soon found the place where the Scripture Pavilion was located.

To Mo Huai's slight surprise, there was no one to guard such an important place as the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. The people of Shaolin Temple seemed to be very confident, and felt that no one should be able to easily sneak into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion without being discovered by the monks in the temple.

This is also convenient for Mo Huai, he went straight into the Tibetan scripture pavilion, did not go to read the Shaolin seventy-two stunts and other martial arts cheats, but rummaged through a pile of Buddhist scriptures at random, really looked for a long time, and finally found a few inconspicuous Lenga Sutras from the corner of a bookshelf.

After touching the basic Lenga Sutra, and after feeling a little and finding that there was indeed a mezzanine in it, Mo Huai, who had a slight upturn in the corners of his mouth, even put a few Lenga Sutras into the space ring, and his figure left the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion in a flicker, and he didn't even make a sound when he opened and closed the door.

However, Mo Huai, who had just come out of the Scripture Pavilion, couldn't help but stop for a moment, and looked ahead with his eyes narrowed.

In the open space outside the Scripture Pavilion, there was a thin monk in a green robe holding a broom and sweeping the floor. He looks quite old, his sparse long beards are all white, his movements are slow, his strength is weak, and he doesn't look like he has martial arts.

But on this big night, there was an old monk sweeping the floor in the night, which was a rather strange thing.

Mo Huai, who was standing there silently and watching the old monk sweeping the floor, did not speak, and the old monk did not seem to notice Mo Huai, still sweeping his ground.

A moment later, Mo Huai, who had a phantom figure, was about to leave with light skills, but the sweeping monk appeared in front of him in a strange way, and there was no smoke and fire in his actions.

"The donor visited the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion late at night, why did he leave in such a hurry?" The old monk spoke slowly, his tone was not hurried, and he seemed very casual, as if an acquaintance had met and asked if you had eaten.

Mo Huai, whose eyes shrunk, almost instinctively struck, making Tianshan fold plum hands with his right hand, and making Tianshan Liuyang palm with his left hand, all of which were extremely subtle and seamless, and attacked towards the old monk.

The old monk who was unconscious, until Mo Huai's attack was about to fall on him, raised his hand seemingly casually and simply palmed Mo Huai's left palm, and the broom handle in his hand was also like a long stick to Mo Huai's right hand.

His shot made Mo Huai feel that his heartbeat was missing a beat for a while, and he really deeply understood the meaning of the four words "back to basics".

Disheveled.. Click: The muffled sound of the clash of palms and the sound of the broom handle breaking sounded almost at the same time, and Mo Huai, who was shocked, threw it back directly, and landed on the ground and retreated several steps before barely stabilizing his figure in front of the threshold of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"He is worthy of being the number one master of Tianlong!" Mo Huai, whose palms trembled slightly, couldn't help but gasp, staring at the sweeping monk who only took a step back and stabilized his figure: "The depth of his skills has definitely reached the late stage of innate life." ”