Glancing at the broken bamboo broom rod in his hand, the sweeping monk immediately looked at Mo Huai: "Zunjia has such skills, he is not a nameless person, but I don't know when there was a character like you in the Xiaoyao faction? Are you Wuyazi, Tianshan Tong, or Li Qiushui's disciple?"

"The old monk is so knowledgeable, he actually saw my martial arts path!" Mo Huai shook his head with a light smile in his eyes when he heard this: "However, I have nothing to do with the three of them, it's just that I was lucky enough to get the inheritance of several martial arts mastery of the Xiaoyao School." You know so much about the kung fu of the Loose Sect, does it have anything to do with the Loose Sect?"

The sweeping monk nodded lightly, and did not answer Mo Huai directly, but suddenly said slowly: "I see!

"I've been on a whim lately, and I just want to borrow a few scriptures from the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion to take a look, and the old monk won't even be stingy with a few scriptures, right?" Mo Huai said casually with a smile.

The sweeping monk who shook his head couldn't help but say, "Just a few scriptures, I'm afraid it won't be able to attract the Venerable Driver, right?"

"Then old monk, what do you think I came here for?" Mo Huai asked with an interested smile.

The sweeping monk said: "The old monk doesn't know, so he has to ask." If you don't want to tell the truth, it will be difficult for the old monk to let you leave freely tonight. ”

"Haha.. Old monk, staying in this Shaolin Temple, it's bitter and boring, and the opponent is rare, are you itching your hands?" Mo Huai laughed playfully.

"Amitabha! A monk should not fight fiercely. But the old monk had to intervene in my Shaolin Scripture Pavilion and take away the scriptures, but the old monk had to intervene. I also hope that the honorable driver will leave the scriptures he has taken, "The sweeping monk folded his hands and said."

Mo Huai shook his head lightly and smiled: "What is in my hands, there is never a reason to return it." Actually, when I came here today, I also had the idea of having a discussion with you, the old monk. I was really pleasantly surprised by your strength. Who would have thought that the number one master in the world was actually an ordinary old monk in Shaolin Temple who was responsible for cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

"Outside the mountains, the green mountains are outsiders, and the first old monk in the world is ashamed. However, since the honorable driver insisted on wanting to learn, the old monk only committed one infatuation tonight, "The sweeping monk who had not finished speaking, had already come to Mo Huai's face as if he had teleported.

"It's still an old monk with a quick personality," Mo Huai, who had been prepared, chuckled, his hands were drawn in front of him, and his hands seemed to be light and slow, but it seemed to contain the whole world in it, and he met the old monk's palm, which also seemed to be ordinary.

Airplanes.. Before the palms of the two sides touched each other, the space was already slightly vibrating, and the invisible energy collided with each other with a muffled sound, and then Mo Huai and the sweeping monk flew away almost at the same time.

Mo Huai retreated directly into the Scripture Pavilion, put his hand on a bookshelf, and moved the bookshelf in a rotation of ninety degrees to dissipate the impact.

At the same time, on the bluestone ground outside the Scripture Pavilion, the sweeping monk also took several steps back before he stabilized his figure.

Seeing Mo Huai float out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the bookshelf, floating to the ground like a leaf, the sweeping monk couldn't help but ask, "What kind of kung fu are you?"

"Tai Chi!" Mo Huai chuckled: "Heaven and earth are infinite, Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Liangyi, Yin and Yang evolve, and all things are born." Tai Chi, the wonder of the creation of heaven and earth, is the supreme magic of Taoism. Old monk, what do you think?"

When the sweeping monk heard this, he couldn't help but look at Mo Huai with a slightly complicated gaze, and sighed: "If you can create such a Taoist supreme martial arts, you are already the ancestor of Xiaoyaozi who surpasses the Xiaoyao faction." If the Carefree faction can have such a person, it will be even more prosperous. ”

"I don't have the ability to create Tai Chi," Mo Huai shook his head self-deprecatingly, and then the corners of his mouth with slightly flashing eyes turned slightly: "Speaking of Tai Chi, today I still want the old monk to show you the shape and meaning." ”

"Xingyi?" Hearing this, the sweeping monk couldn't help frowning and looked at Mo Huai with some confusion, but then his face changed.

I saw that visible to the naked eye, Mo Huai, who was full of muscles and bones, suddenly rose up, his arms and thighs became thicker, the green tendons burst out, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a humanoid monster.

Drink.. Mo Huai, who exhaled and opened his voice, punched out, like a volcanic eruption, the air was shaken, and the terrifying power made the sweeping monk's complexion change greatly, and he hurriedly faced it with his hands folded, and the majestic innate true qi in his body had dispersed, forming a layer of qi wall in front of him.

Disheveled.. In the muffled sound of explosion, the sweeping monk who was shocked suddenly staggered back more than ten meters, and only then stabilized his figure in some embarrassment, and then his arms hung down weakly and showed a painful face, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spit out.

"Haha.. Happy!" Mo Huai, who also took a few steps back, and smashed the bluestone ground with each step, but his body couldn't help laughing loudly and twisted slightly to return to normal, and he looked at the sweeping monk who vomited blood and was injured, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly and disappeared into the night.

...

Outside the Yanmen Pass, the cold forest is deserted, the scenery is bleak, in a canyon lined with rocks, on a flat mountain rock, a somewhat tattered and dirty figure sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, his hair is messy, and he looks a little sloppy, but it is Mo Huai.

The howling wind whistled from the bottom of the valley, but it was like circling Mo Huai, not even a single corner of his clothes was blowing, as if there was an invisible barrier beside him blocking the wind.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Huai, who was slightly shaken, suddenly opened his eyes, as if there were two substantial divine lights flashing in his eyes.

Immediately after, an invisible innate true qi had spread out with Mo Huai as the center, causing the air to vibrate, and in an instant, all the mountains and rocks within a few zhang of the surrounding area were quietly turned into powder with a slight shock. As soon as the wind blew, it was suddenly gray and dusty.

"Haha.. The true qi of the late innate stage is really powerful!" Mo Huai, who laughed loudly, jumped up directly, swayed up to a height of more than ten zhang, and floated away like the wind.

Mo Huai, who left the valley, only heard the sound of thousands of horses galloping in the distance and the low and powerful sound of horns, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and quickly approached the past.

A moment later, on the steep cliff outside Yanmen Pass, Mo Huai, who flew from the sky like a fall, looked at Xiao Feng, who was weakly falling in the arms of Xuzhu and Duan Yu with two broken arrows stuck in his heart, and couldn't help but frown forward and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Azhu?"

"The eldest brother was captured and placed under house arrest by the King of Liao, and Azhu's sister-in-law committed suicide in order not to become a bargaining chip for the King of Liao to blackmail the eldest brother," Xuzhu said sadly.

Mo Huai, who was shocked when he heard this, looked at Xiao Feng's corpse silently, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

In the end, he still couldn't change the fate of Xiao Feng and Ah Zhu after all.

"Destiny .. I can't change the fate of others, how can I control my own fate?" Mo Huai, whose hands were slowly clenched, felt an inexplicable unwillingness and anger rise in his heart for a moment.