There are many temples in Qingliang Temple, the guard is strict, and it is closed for retreat and retreat on weekdays, and it is only open to the public on the fifteenth day of the first day of each month, for the people to burn incense and worship the Buddha. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And the Song Lord attaches great importance to Qingliang Temple, and will come here every year to burn incense and make vows.

In fact, Wang Jintong, who has read a lot of martial arts novels, always has some Shaolin Temple complexes in his mind, and always feels that Shaolin Temple is the authentic martial arts, and Shaolin seems to have been mentioned in most martial arts novels.

Wang Jintong couldn't help but ask the two: "Which one of the kung fu taught by Shaolin Temple and Qingliang Temple are powerful?"

Zhang Xiangde hesitated for a moment and replied: "Why does the young master ask this, the kung fu of Qingliang Temple is originally from Shaolin Temple, and the current abbot Lingguang is sent by the Shaolin Temple." ”

Wang Jintong scratched his head, the master of the Shenmen in the novel was rejected by Shaolin, and later went to Shaolin Temple to make trouble. However, in reality, Qingliang Temple and Shaolin Temple are the same family.

Wowha, in this way, my brother doesn't have to go to Songshan to learn any Shaolin 72 stunts, you can learn them directly here.

Geng Jinzhong said: "Young master, do you need to learn kung fu from the old bald donkey? How can their kung fu be as powerful as our village master, our village master is the head of the fan sect, his old man relied on the fan sect to defeat all the village owners in Hedong Fifty Villages, and became the general ruler of the big village. ”

Wang Jintong suddenly remembered Huo Yuanjia, it turned out that the owner of this spider cottage was Huo Yuanjia's ancestor? Oh, although Wang Jintong had never seen what Huo Jun looked like, he immediately had a tall and mighty image in his mind.

Wang Jintong and the three of them can already see Qingliang Temple in the pine and cypress from a distance. Suddenly, a sound of hissing faintly came, aha, someone practices martial arts, I have only seen it in novels before, but now I see it, hurry over and take a look.

Wang Jintong walked two steps quickly, and saw a protruding flat ground on the mountainside, there were two figures flying and circling, rabbits and falcons, Wang Jintong hurriedly hid behind a poplar tree, and watched carefully.

I saw a silver stick in front of me holding a silver stick in his right hand, (lewd stick? doesn't sound very pleasant), a white robe, a black satin belt around his waist, (wow, black Duan level), the corner of the white robe is tucked into the belt, revealing black satin pants and black leather boots.

Looking at the face again, oops, it's so pretty. In the past, when it came to physiognomy in novels, the literati were all colorful eyebrows, the eyes were like stars, the martial artists were all leopard heads and ringed eyes, swallow jaws and tiger whiskers, this is too general, and it is not scientific, which person have you ever seen a head as big as a leopard? Which person has eight colors in the center of his eyebrows?

And this young man, with a medium stature, looks like Nie Yuan, just like Nie Yuan.

Sao Nian turned around at this time, supported the stick in one hand, like a swallow, and jumped to a willow branch. Wow, Wang Jintong looked stupid, he can be sure that there is no Weiya on Sao Nian's body at all, just a pole vault and flew up, hang it or not?

Another middle-aged monk wearing a yellow robe walked into the air with a palm, and slapped the tree with a 'snap', so that the leaves fell one after another, and as the willow leaves fell, Sao Nian rushed down with the willow leaves and flew down, and when the person was one foot away from the ground, the big stick in his hand had been pointed at the monk's top door.

The monk has already dodged, and at the same time grabbed his hand upward, at this time, if he grabbed Sao Nian's stick, Sao Nian's entire body was in mid-air and was bound to be passive, but what also made Wang Jintong feel strange was that how dare this monk directly reach out to catch the stick with Lianren?

Wang Jintong has also seen on TV, even if someone jumps off the building, a few firefighters have to take the sheets to pick it up, if you directly pick up an object falling from a high altitude, this inertial impact force must not break the arm.

Damn, what a tiger!

Wang Jintong asked Xiao Yueyue quietly: "Do you know the monk?"

Xiao Yueyue: "Young master, don't you see? He is the supervisor of Qingliang Temple, Master Songmu." “

Damn, Songmu? Just rush to this name, so that this year will not give in.

At this time, although Sao Nian was in the air, he could see Master Songmu reaching out and grabbing his big stick, and he easily tiptoed a little trunk on his toes, and turned his head in the air.

Sao Nian followed the big stick and swept straight to the left rib of the pine master. Wang Jintong secretly shouted in his heart, "Okay, kill him an old bald donkey." “

Who knew that Master Matsumoto didn't even turn his head, he jumped up more than five feet high out of thin air, and his toes gently landed on Sao Nian's stick, and then said with a smile: "Okay, the three moves just now are half a moon rushing into the sky, green willow weeping silk, and weeping willow lifting feet, all in one go, flowing clouds and water, yes, but the speed is slower." “

"That's right," Wang Jintong muttered in a low voice, "Hurry up, fight to death." “

Master Songmu is a little fat in middle age, but his body is extremely light, he just pointed his toes on the big stick, like a dragonfly dotting water, his body leaned forward while his left palm turned up, his right hand went around in a circle, and he fluttered towards the door of Sao Nian.

At this time, Sao Nian's face tilted upward, dodging Master Songmu's move, and then the big stick swung diagonally, waving his left arm. Master Songmu said: "What a move, half a moon into the sky." At the same time, he lowered his head, grabbed his stick forward, and slapped his left hand under Sao Nian's elbow.

Oops, it's so fast. Sao Nian is going to suffer.

Is it not right, is it not scientific? Wang Jintong suddenly thought of a question: Why can they see every move clearly with the naked eye of an ordinary person? It stands to reason that they should be dazzled and unable to see their moves clearly.

Sao Nian saw Master Matsumoto slap a palm, suddenly turned sideways beside the tree, and with a bang, Master Matsuki's palm hit the trunk, this big tree is dozens of feet high, and the body of the tree is thick, give Matsumoto such a pat, and the willow leaves on the tree are raining down.

Sao Nian applauded: "Good palm power!" The big stick followed and nodded towards the pine master dantian. Master Songmu suddenly stood up, swooped down from mid-air, and the yellow robe fluttered in the wind, startling the birds to scatter, and said: "What a trick to turn the west wind upside down."

Followed by the big stick of the year and dragged it up. Master Matsuki jumped out of mid-air with an upside-down bucket. Sao Nian and his lower abdomen were less than half a foot apart. Although the stick is strong, the dodge of the pine wood is also very fast and agile.

Master Songmu suddenly advanced and retreated, his palms flew up, and Sao Nian danced the big stick in his hand into a piece of silver light, and the two flew and circled, making a ball.

Wang Jintong was angry: "Hey, I said buddy, why can't you make a stick in your hand? I'm going to kill the pine, I feel ...... when I hear his name."

"Ahh

Before Wang Jin's fairy tale was finished, there was a white light in front of him, and then he was picked up, and then he opened his eyes and looked, Hey, how could he sit on the fork of the tree!

"Hey, can you still do it? If you want to ask, you can ask, who do you see asking people and asking people to the tree to ask the ground, showing off your bull fork?" glared at Sao Nian fiercely, held on to the trunk of the tree, and shouted down with a trembling voice: "That Xiangde Jinzhong! You two hurry up and get me a ladder." “

Zhang Xiangde and Geng Jinzhong had already run over to this side, ignoring Wang Jintong, but came to Songmu to plead.

The fork of the tree where Wang Jintong was sitting 'clicked', Wang Jintong's face turned a little white with fright, and he forced composure at the white-robed young man: "Hmph, I used to climb such a tall tree when I used to dig birds' eggs...... Ah. ”

The branches really broke.

Wang Jintong's body was just suspended in the air and was held by a pair of big hands, oops, it was so comfortable, it seemed to be floating in the clouds.