Chapter 118, Sealing the Martial Arts

The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the willows are green.

Mo Tingchi sat in the courtyard, he had already left Mu Wanqing and went to Shaolin to make an appointment, to go to the last battle in his life.

On the desktop, there are martial arts cheats that Jianghu people dream of.

"Xiao Wuxiang Gong", "Ling Bo Weibu", "Tianshan Six Yang Palms", "Northern Shengong", "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descent", "Six Veins Divine Sword", "Bafang ** Only I Respect Gong", "Dou Zhuan Xing".

Five years ago, he had collected these eight top-notch martial arts techniques that Jianghu people coveted, but he only cultivated Ling Bo Weibu.

Small and unphased. The ink poured into the pond to arrange a duel between Shaolin and Kumachi and obtained it from Kumachi.

Ling Bo Weibu: The ink poured into the pool to quell the Sichuan Shu martial arts broke into the Murong family and got it from Wang Yuyan.

Tianshan Liuyang Palm, Northern Shengong, and Bafang ** Solitary Skill: Mo Dumping Pool successfully resolved the grievances of the three elders of the Xiaoyao faction, Li Qiushui, Tianshan Tongmao, and Wuyazi, and finally got it from Wang Yuyan, Tianshan Tongmao, and Wuyazi.

Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon: The Ink Pouring Pool was exchanged for Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and Qiao Feng.

Six-Vein Divine Sword: It was obtained by trading with Duan Yu.

As for the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, Mo Dumping Chi got it from Murong Bo.

Mo Dumping Chi has collected eight martial arts cheats, but there is still one step away from the completion of the task, to be precise, there is still a martial arts cheatbook, a top martial arts cheats on the rivers and lakes - Yi Jin Jing.

Only when he obtains the Yi Jin Sutra can he officially complete the task.

He had already received the news that the Yi Jin Sutra was hidden in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, so after going to Shaolin to capture the Yi Jin Sutra this time, the task could be completed, and he could smoothly enter the main god space, and then travel into the next world, instead of being completely wiped out after the ten-year period expired.

Capturing the Yijin Sutra is a matter of nine out of ten for him, but he is not satisfied with this nine-out of ten things, he hopes that after getting the Yijin Sutra, he will fight with the sweeping monk who is the first in the world of martial arts attainments in the Tianlong Babu, no matter what the victory or defeat, he will penetrate into the next world. Unless he dies at the hands of the sweeping monks.

Therefore, Wen Yi Longyuan, who has been low-key for five years, once again set off a storm on the rivers and lakes: on the tenth day of October, the ink pouring pool in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion fought with the sweeping monks.

There was no folding fan on Mo Tingchi's body, and the sword was already in his hand, looking up at the direction of Shaomu Mountain, his expression was calm. But with an indescribable solemnity.

Luo Wentao stood respectfully three meters away from the ink pouring pool.

For a long time, when the breath on the ink pool subsided a little, Luo Wentao walked into the side of the ink pool, and before Luo Wentao could speak, the ink pool said prophetically: "You want to ask me if I am sure to beat that Shaolin master?"

Luo Wentao nodded.

Mo poured pool and looked at Luo Wentao playfully. Said: "How about winning? What if you can't win?"

Luo Wentao was silent for a while, and said: "If you defeat the son, you will become a martial arts myth, if you can't win, the martial arts myth will be destroyed, and the subordinates don't want the reputation of the son on the rivers and lakes to be surpassed by others." ”

Mo Tingchi laughed, laughing unscrupulously and arrogantly.

After a while, Mo Tingchi stopped smiling, patted Luo Wentao's shoulder lightly, and said softly: "That person is the most powerful person I have ever seen in my life, so I am not sure." But he wasn't sure. ”

Luo Wentao said: "Therefore, the odds of winning between the son and the sweeping monk are five or five?"

Mo Tianchi shook his head and said, "You are wrong, my chances of meeting him are greater, although I am equal to his martial arts attainments, but he is inferior to me in two points? ”

Luo Wentao didn't stretch out, and said with a smile: "Then it seems that the son is sure to win." ”

Mo Tianchi shook his head: "Not necessarily, I don't want to be so simple and win over him." ”

Luo Wentao wanted to ask again. The corners of Kemo's mouth curled up with a meaningful smile. Luo Wentao honestly closed his mouth, he knew the hope of the son, and no matter what he asked at this time, it was difficult to get an answer. I can only wait for the tenth day of October.

On the top of Songshan Mountain, more than a dozen senior monks of the Xuanzi generation looked at the monk in linen and white beard leisurely sweeping the floor, and their expressions were a little anxious.

The two had been standing for half an hour, and finally the new abbot of Shaolin, Xuan Lian, couldn't help but ask: "Master, do you know why Mo Dump Chi, who has been away from the rivers and lakes for many years, wants to provoke Shaolin?"

The sweeping monk raised his head and glanced at Xuan Lonely, his expression profound. Said: "Mo Dumping Chi is not challenging Shaolin, but challenging me, to be precise, he is just confirming the pinnacle of martial arts." ”

Looking at those deep eyes, Xuan Lin and the monks calmed down a lot, and Xuan Lin stepped forward again and asked again, "Then I don't know if the master is sure to beat the ink pool?"

The sweeping monk glanced at Xuan Lonely, and at a glance penetrated Xuan Lone's mind, and said: "Shaolin stands in the world with Buddhism, but martial arts attainments are only secondary, if the six roots of the monk are not pure, how can he see the clarity of the heart, and ask the Buddha to see the Buddha?"

The crowd was like a thunderbolt.

The monks must not have a competitive heart, and the monks are ashamed and do not ask more.

Immediately a few monks asked a few Dharma questions and left.

The sweeping monk still sweeps the floor, ignoring the world.

In the blink of an eye, it has reached the tenth day of October.

There are a lot of people up and down the mountain.

Martial arts people, businessmen, dignitaries, rich sons, daughters, and people from all three religions and nine streams gathered in Shaomu Mountain to see this ancient and modern duel, and to see the current style of the ink pouring pool.

With his own strength to turn the tide, destroy Liao and swallow Tibet and confront Western Xia, whether it is in the martial arts or in the court, the name of the ink dumping pool is often mentioned, and even many officials in the court play together in the hope that the Son of Heaven will order the ink dumping pool to become an official, Zhao Xu finally made everyone dispel this idea.

Even though he has not appeared in the martial arts for five years, Mo Dumpchi's reputation in the rivers and lakes is not only not as good as before, but has gone further.

Everyone in the world knows about it.

Otherwise, there would not be nearly 10,000 people on Shaomuro Mountain today.

Mo poured into the mountain early, sneaked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion unconsciously, and copied the last secret book "Yijin Jing" into the bag.

When he went out, the sweeping monk was already waiting at the door

Mo Dump Chi nodded at the sweeping monk and said, "Five years ago, I said that I would go to Shaolin to visit the master again, and I came to fulfill the agreement today, but to this day, the master still needs me to solve his doubts?"

The sweeping monk shook his head: "The world is clear, and the old monk doesn't have to bother Mo Gongzi." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded, and swept around.

He saw a lot of acquaintances, including people in the rivers and lakes, such as Qiao Feng, Song Yangzi, Zuo Qiu Ming, Zhao Qiansun, Xiao Xiangzi, Xu Chongxiao and others, as well as many people in the court, such as Zhao Xu, who had not seen him in disguise for five years, and people who were Wenyi Longyuan, such as Chaohua, Xishi, Mingjing, Nuan Yu, Luo Jingzhi, Luo Wangsun, Jin Yulu, etc.

Retracting his gaze, Mo Tingchi looked at the sweeping monk and said, "Mo Mou is known to the master of Yiyi, and today Mo hopes to get the master to teach the true meaning of martial arts." ”

The sweeping monk gave a glance at Mo Tingchi with a slightly complicated expression, and sighed: "A few years ago, it was difficult for the old monk to see the martial arts attainments of Mo Gongzi, and it was even more difficult to see clearly after a few years. ”

Mo Tianchi smiled slightly, he looked down at the sword in the palm of his hand, and sighed softly: "But apart from the master, I really can't find a second person in the world who can confirm Mo's current martial arts realm." ”

The sweeping monk calmly put down the broom, folded his hands, and said nothing.

Mo Tingchi's expression was natural, he ignored the horror of outsiders, and he didn't care about the indifference of the sweeping monk, and said calmly: "Mo Mou has mediocre attainments in other aspects, but he has quite a lot of achievements in swordsmanship, so today Mo Mou used his sword to ask the master for advice." ”

The sweeping monk was still silent, unmoving.

Mo Tianchi's hand had already grasped the sword, and he said softly: "I have cultivated the sword technique of killing, whether I kill or be killed, it is only one move, so my competition with the master is only one move, and I hope that the master will go all out and not disappoint Zaixia." ”

Mo Dump Chi gripped the sword, and the air around him froze.

Everyone around them felt very hard to breathe, so they had to keep retreating, constantly retreating.

Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong also came to see this duel, they didn't want to come, but Wang Yuyan wanted them to come, so they came to witness this battle.

This battle has not yet begun, but the two already understand that this is definitely a decisive battle in the past.

Over the past three hundred years, there have been many master duels in the martial arts, but none of them can compare to the excitement and intensity of the two, even if the two have not yet made a move.

Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong can be sure of this.

Judging from the momentum just now, although the two of them didn't want to admit it, they had to admit that in terms of martial arts attainments, they were not as good as the two people in front of them. (To be continued.) )