Linghu Chong was not far from Luoyang, Henan Province to Songshan Shaolin, and he arrived at the foot of Shaolin Mountain in the middle of the night.

Halfway up the mountain on horseback, Ling Hu Chong tied his horse to the nearby woods. After all, the next road is better to walk, and if you want to be a thief, if you are too high-profile, wouldn't you be asking for trouble?

The howl of the wild wolf sounded from time to time in the lonely empty mountain, so shocking to the heart.

"Comrade Pony, I'll go back as soon as I go, I hope you're lucky and won't be discovered by the wolf. Ling Hu Chong sighed, then turned around and used light skills to speed up on the increasingly rugged mountain road.

After walking for a while, he didn't find anyone else, so Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's the middle of the night, it's not a New Year's holiday, and sure enough, no one is rushing to go at night." I seldom be a thief, but I am a little weak-hearted. ”

However, can you not steal the "Yijin Sutra"? Xiaoao's internal strength, the praise of this "Yijin Sutra" is still quite high.

Ling Hu Chong understands that if he really wants to be proud of the rivers and lakes, he must not only surpass others in swordsmanship, but also excel in this internal skill. As for the Dafa of Absorbing Stars, forget it, absorb other people's miscellaneous internal forces and other things into your own Qi Sutra and Eight Veins without saying anything, and I feel disgusting when I think about it.

"Brother Chong in the original book was also desperate and tortured by a variety of true qi, so he didn't care so much about learning Old Man Ren's star-absorbing Dafa and temporarily eliminated this pain. But even if it is an old man, in the end, it is not because of a variety of true qi backlash, and years of illness that he died? Rather than finally get the Yijin Sutra presented by the abbot, it is better to steal it now and learn it, so that it can come in handy first. Linghu Chongxin said.

Thinking about it like this, I can already see the magnificent ancient Shaolin temple in front of me through the faint moonlight. Next to it was a resting pavilion, so that Hu Chong had no time to rest and quickly passed.

The gate was closed, and Linghu rushed around the side wall, and with light effort, he stepped on the wall, and climbed over the high wall with a few ups and downs. Then, Ling Hu Chong was on the eaves of the palace, giving full play to the light skills of the Huashan faction, running lightly and quickly, almost making no sound.

In the middle of the night, there is still a fragrant mist, but there is no Sanskrit singing, and some Buddha halls are still lit with lamps.

Although Ling Hu Chong didn't know where the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was, he thought that such an important place could not be in front of him, so he quickly ran to the buildings behind him.

The bright moon gradually fully emerged from the clouds, and the moon was as bright as day.

The wolf's howls became louder and more frequent.

"Good guy, I've finally been a thief, why can't God make it convenient?" Ling Hu said in his heart.

There are patrolling monks in the Shaolin Temple from time to time, but the dogs doze off in the middle of the night, let alone people? These monks eat poorly during the day and have to patrol at night, just going through the motions, so they don't bother to look up at the top of the temple.

Ling Hu Chong ran cautiously and low-key on the top of the temple, and suddenly saw two sturdy figures running quickly on the roof of a large hall in front of him. And both of them were dressed in pitch-black night clothes and masked.

"It's really professional, it turns out that I'm not the only one who came to be a thief, and look at it. Linghu Chongxin said.

So, Ling Hu Chong chased in the direction of the two men in black unhurriedly.

Just as Linghu rushed over for a while, another elegant female figure flew past from the top of the palace.

"It's not good, it's actually a praying mantis catching cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind. It's not just the people who follow behind who are friends or foes?, today is a good day, why are so many people coming together?" Ling Hu Chong thought.

I felt that the light skills of the two black-clothed people in front of him were poor, and their steps were steady, while the person behind them had elegant skills and higher light skills than themselves. Ling Hu Chong expected that they were not in a group, and relying on the courage of the artist, Ling Hu Chong continued to follow.

The Shaolin Scripture Pavilion is indeed behind the farther building complex, close to the location of the back mountain.

Because there is a cliff on the back mountain, otherwise these martial arts people can climb in from the wall here, but they don't have to be so cautious about taking the road just now.

The night watchman of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has four warrior monks who are tall and tall, and they are napping with sticks on their arms.

The two black-clothed men quickly took action and pointed the four warrior monks to the acupuncture points and helped them fall asleep completely.

They didn't want to completely offend Shaolin, so they didn't kill these warrior monks, so even if they were caught later, they didn't kill anyone, and it wasn't a big fault.

After they had been in for more than a dozen breaths, Ling Hu Chong quietly followed up the Scripture Pavilion.

The Pavilion has four floors, and the walls and pillars are almost all made of stone, after all, an attic with too much wood can be troublesome if it ignites a fire.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a fight on the second floor, and the weapons rang out sharply, followed by screams.

Linghu Chong sneaked over quietly, but saw the corpses of two monks on the ground, and they were guarding the floor here, and it was estimated that they woke up and happened to find the man in black.

"It's a quick knife, and it's ruthless. After a few fights, the two monks were stabbed in the neck, shoulders, and waists. They didn't even have time to call for help, if I had met these monks first, who had no grievances and couldn't bear to be killed, I would have let them cry out for help. Linghu Chongxin said.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong waited for a while, but there was no sound from the third floor, and the first floor was extremely quiet, and the person who was light and elegant did not follow.

"It's best not to follow, as for the two men in black, most of them have already discovered me. Could it be that they plan to ambush me on the third layer?" Ling Hu Chong said in his heart.

The second layer was still lit with lanterns, and the third layer was pitch black, which made Ling Hu Chong confirm his guess even more, the two men in black did not light the lamp, and there were really no silver three hundred taels here, hiding in the dark night and ambushing.

Ling Hu Chong didn't take the lantern, because if he walked over with the lantern, wouldn't it be equivalent to directly telling the two men in black that he was coming?

After waiting for a stick of incense, Ling Hu Chong thought that the two black-clothed people were mostly impatient, and went to the fourth layer to find the secret of advanced martial arts. also thinks that maybe others didn't notice him at all, but he was too suspicious.

Linghu Chong has a sword in his hand, he is not a timid person, since he has been waiting for so long, it is expected that most of the danger has been eliminated, even if there is still a possibility of an ambush, with his own martial arts, it should not be a big problem.

Slowly stepping on the ladder, Ling Hu Chong came to the entrance of the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and in order to prevent an ambush on both sides, Ling Hu Chong immediately rolled on a lazy donkey and rolled in from this entrance.

"Congrene, conferential"

In the next moment, two sharp blades slashed at the door one after another.

"Good guy, there is indeed an ambush, then let's fight!" Linghu said.

"Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm going to die!" said a hoarse voice.

The two men in black attacked from both sides, and since there were no lanterns, the room was very dark, and only the flickering light of the knives could be seen.

Ling Hu Chong felt a little dizzy, he forced himself to calm down, but in such a situation, how could he discern the flaws in the other party's tricks? There was simply no way.

The man in black's knife is extremely fast and fierce. Even if they could only vaguely see Ling Hu Chong's position, they would use the fast knife that they were familiar with in their usual practice, and the power would be doubled. Moreover, the two of them seem to have been fighting together for a long time, attacking left and right, and there is also a tacit understanding between the moves.

Linghu Chong didn't have time to think about it, and used a routine fast sword in the Dugu Nine Sword Breaking Sword Style, which was usually very familiar, and there was a sword curtain in front of him.

There are a lot of bookshelves around, and Ling Hu Chong fights and retreats, finding that the surroundings are getting narrower and narrower, and he is very aggrieved.

Ling Hu Chong quickly took out the fire fold with his left hand, intending to ignite it, but the other party mistakenly hit a quick knife, which hit Ling Hu Chong's left hand, and suddenly he didn't hold it steady, and the fire fold fell to the ground.

Now, if you lower your head and pick up the fire fold, you will be even more dead, and you will only be even more invincible.

"It's really the right time, the right place, and the people are leaving me, am I going to die here today?" said Linghu.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong was stabbed three more times, in the shoulder and arm, under the anger, he didn't feel pain, but just felt the coldness of the wound.

"Hey, if their blades are quenched, I'll be even worse, now I have to find the light as soon as possible!" Ling Hu Chong said in his heart.