As long as people live for a long time, they will value many things more than their own lives. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For the sake of Murong Fu's son, Murong Bo can not care about his life and death.

But for the sweeping monk whose head was kicked by a donkey, what is more important than his own life is obviously not Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father and son, but the collection of books in the Shaolin Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Shaolin Temple is the head of Zen Buddhism in the world, and the essence of Shaolin Temple is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there are not only martial arts classics such as [Yijin Sutra] and [Seventy-two Stunts], but also the perception of participating in Buddhism and practicing martial arts left by senior monks for hundreds of years.

If Yang Ming really wants to burn down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it will not be much worse than burning the entire Shaolin Temple, and he will definitely be crowned with the word "Buddha enemy" by the people in Buddhism in the future.

But Yang Ming has long had the idea of suppressing Buddhism, and in order to kill the sweeping monks, he will burn down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, of course, he will not have the slightest hesitation.

When Yang Ming and Wu Xingyun left the square and rushed in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the abbot of Xuan Ku came to Qiao Feng and Duan Yu and pleaded anxiously.

"Feng'er, Duan Shizi, the two of you are strong in martial arts, the old man begs you to stop them from burning down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion! Regardless of whether that divine monk is Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Murong family, he is a monk of my Shaolin Temple after all, if you can help him repel a strong enemy, the whole of our temple will be grateful to the two of them. ”

"Master don't worry, Qiao Feng will never let Yang Ming do anything wrong, I'll stop him!"

After Qiao Feng finished clasping his fists, he threw himself into the light skill and chased after Yang Ming and Wu Xingyun.

"Master Abbot rest assured, Duan Yu is also a person who respects Buddha, and he will never let them burn down the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. ”

Duan Yu saluted to the Xuanku Abbot, and then cast [Ling Bo Weibu] to catch up with Qiao Feng.

After Gu Mozhi and Ding Chunqiu glanced at each other, the two of them also performed light skills and rushed in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

At this time, the person with the highest martial arts in the square became Wang Yuyan, a little girl, but not only did she not go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Instead, he came to Murong Fu's side and used his profound skills to help Murong Fu heal his internal injuries.

"Cousin, does your injury still hurt?"

"Cousin ......"

Looking at Wang Yuyan's gentle and beautiful cheeks, Murong Fu's heart was full of excitement that he had been lost and regained, and he couldn't help but raise his right hand to touch Wang Yuyan's cheek.

But Wang Yuyan stepped back, dodging Murong Fu's right hand.

"Cousin...... Men and women don't kiss! And I've ...... Already ......"

"I see. Miss Wang!"

Murong Fu stood up with a wry smile and walked to Murong Bo's side.

At this time, Murong Bo had already run out of oil, and when he saw Murong Fu coming to his side, he trembled and stretched out his right hand to touch Murong Fu's face.

"Fu'er...... Dad has tried his best all his life, but there is no hope for the great cause of restoring the country! Now that Dad has figured it out, Fu'er, you will marry a wife and have children in the future, inherit the family business calmly, and don't think about restoring the country anymore. ”

Murong Fu's eyes widened and he looked at Murong Bo in disbelief.

"Daddy...... You want your son to give up and return to the country. Are you confused?"

For the great cause of the Murong family's restoration of the country for hundreds of years, he Murong Fu dug out his mind, and even worked for the Xixia Yipintang, and finally abandoned his children's personal feelings and sacrificed his cousin who was affectionate to him.

But in the end, Murong Bo actually asked him to give up the great cause of restoring the country, so his sacrifice all this time was not in vain.

Looking at Murong Fu's unwilling appearance, a wry smile appeared on Murong Bo's pale face, and he hung his head and said helplessly.

"For the word of the Father...... It seems that you don't want to listen! Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren...... Fu'er, you will ...... Be sure to take care of yourself......"

After speaking. Murong Bo's head hung down on his chest, completely out of breath.

"Daddy! Daddy—"

"Sir, sir—"

"Old hosts. Wake up!"

Just when Murong Fu and Bao Wei, Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian, and Feng Bo were crying bitterly around Murong Bo's corpse, Yang Ming and Wu Xingyun also came to the roof of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Looking around, not seeing the figure of the sweeping monk, Yang Ming urged the true qi and said loudly.

"Murong Longcheng, I'm going to burn down the Hidden Scripture Pavilion right now, if you want to stop it, get out immediately." ”

After speaking, Yang Ming raised his right palm and emitted a stream of red true qi. Hit the window of the Scripture Pavilion.

June was already a hot summer, and the scorching red true qi fell on the dry wooden window, and a flame immediately burned on the wooden window.

If the fire spreads, it will only be a matter of time before the entire Pavilion is burned.

Whew!

At this moment, Duan Yu, who had rushed to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, raised his hand and sent out two six-vein sword qi. Knock down the burning wooden window.

"Duan Yu, you are looking for death!"

With a wave of his right hand, Yang Ming emitted a stream of crimson true qi that ignited the wooden window again, and at the same time, he jumped forward and pounced towards Duan Yu.

Seeing the fierce killing intent in Yang Ming's eyes, Duan Yu sent out two six-vein sword qi to hit Yang Ming at the same time, and at the same time, he used [Ling Bo Micro Step] to retreat.

Boom!

Yang Ming held the Ziwei Soft Sword and the Xuantie Divine Sword horizontally in front of him, blocking Duan Yu's two six-vein sword qi, and at the same time chasing Duan Yu with unabated speed.

If Duan Yu used [Ling Bo Weibu] with all his might, his body speed would not be weaker than Yang Ming's.

However, there were many houses around the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and Duan Yu was unable to exert his [Ling Bo Weibu] with all his might, and Yang Ming quickly chased after Duan Yu.

"Duan Yu! Since you want to die, then I'll give you a ride! Don't run if you have the guts!"

"I don't have enough to live in this fancy world, I beg you not to chase me. ”

"If you don't die, you won't die! Since you dare to do something bad to me, you should have the consciousness of death!"

"You wicked man! Shaolin Temple is a holy place for Buddhism, do you really want to burn down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

Just as Duan Yu was about to rush through the two houses and break into the vegetable garden of the Shaolin Temple, Gu Mozhi and Ding Chunqiu stood in front of him, one sent out a [Flame Knife] knife qi to Duan Yu, and the other threw a poisonous insect hidden weapon at Duan Yu.

Duan Yu turned around in panic, and the thumb of his right hand sent out a Shaoshang sword qi to hit Yang Ming, and at the same time, his left hand grabbed Yang Ming's right shoulder.

Bang bang!

Yang Ming held the Xuantie Divine Sword horizontally in front of him to block Duan Yu's Shaoshang Sword Qi, and then felt that after Duan Yu's left hand grabbed his right shoulder, the True Qi in his body began to surge uncontrollably towards his right shoulder.

"Northern Spiritual Skill!"

Yang Ming looked at Duan Yu with a solemn expression with a cold gaze, snorted coldly, and urged his true qi to rush towards his right shoulder.

Poof!

A crimson sword qi rushed out from Yang Ming's right shoulder. Pierced Duan Yu's left palm.

A stream of blood splattered out, Duan Yu's eyes widened at first, and then he felt an indescribable pain coming from his left hand.

"It's a pity! It seems that Duan Yu's [Northern Spiritual Skill] can't absorb my sword qi!"

Yang Ming turned around and left from Duan Yu's side, sneering at the painful expression on Duan Yu's face.

Gu Mozhi and Ding Chunqiu rushed behind Duan Yu at this time, and the two of them shot at the same time, pointing at the fixed body point behind Duan Yu.

"Stinky boy. ...... the cheats of the [Northern Spiritual Skill]"

Ding Chunqiu was about to torture Duan Yu, Yang Ming glared at him coldly, and Ding Chunqiu immediately let go of Duan Yu with a sneer.

"National Teacher, Duan Yu, this kid is handed over to you, I will keep him and it will be useful!"

"The little monk obeys!"

After handing Duan Yu over to Gu Mozhi, Yang Ming turned around and returned towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

After returning to the roof of the Scripture Pavilion, Yang Ming saw Wu Xingyun and Qiao Feng fighting in the courtyard of the Scripture Pavilion.

Although Wu Xingyun's skills were far above Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng exerted his combat talent to the limit, and Wu Xingyun couldn't defeat Qiao Feng for a while.

"The fire of the Scripture Pavilion...... Who extinguished it?"

Seeing that the fire on the wooden window of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion had been extinguished, Yang Ming frowned and glanced at Qiao Feng.

Although Qiao Feng has an amazing talent for fighting. But he was completely pressed and beaten in front of Wu Xingyun, so Qiao Feng didn't have the strength to extinguish the fire on the wooden window at all.

"Murong Dragon City—"

Thinking of the figure of the sweeping monk, Yang Ming sneered, raised his right hand and prepared to light the wooden window again.

Suddenly, a pinprick pain came from his right shoulder, and Yang Ming turned around to find that the clothes on his right shoulder were torn by the sword qi, and a small wound appeared on his right shoulder.

"It's ...... The sword qi just now not only stabbed Duan Yu's left hand, but also stabbed my own body!"

Yang Ming gasped. It dawned on me.

Back then, Duan Siping was shocked to create the [Six-Vein Divine Sword], but he didn't create the Finger Sword Sword Qi like him. It's not that Duan Siping can't do it, but because the slightest mistake in the sword qi will damage his Sanjiao Portal meridians.

For a long time, Yang Ming had not been damaged by the sword qi in his own meridians, because he transformed the true qi into sword qi at the Sanjiao entrance, and then urged the sword qi to send it out between his fingers, and his body instinctively suppressed the power of the sword qi.

Just now, Duan Yu grabbed Yang Ming's right shoulder and performed the [Northern Spiritual Skill]. Yang Ming was in a hurry to counterattack with sword qi, and the power of the sword qi rushed out of his right shoulder without being suppressed, although Duan Yu's [Northern Spiritual Skill] could not absorb the sharp sword qi, Yang Ming's right shoulder was also damaged by the sword qi.

"No wonder the power of the sword qi can't match the real divine weapon! Because to fully exert the power of the sword qi, the flesh and blood of the human body can't withstand it at all!"

The wound on the right shoulder can only be regarded as a flesh wound. The impact on Yang Ming was minimal.

Yang Ming raised his right hand, condensed a stream of crimson true qi in his palm, and then raised his hand and patted it towards the wooden window of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Bang bang!

A palm wind came from inside the Scripture Pavilion, dispersing Yang Ming's true qi.

Then, the figure of the sweeping monk appeared behind the wooden window of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Murong Longcheng! It seems that you don't plan to hide!"

Seeing the sweeping monk appear in the Scripture Pavilion, Yang Ming kicked his feet and fell from the roof of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Amitabha!

The sweeping monk pushed open the wooden window, and the figure flickered into the courtyard.

"Since the donor did not hesitate to burn the countless precious scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, he also wanted to force the old man to come out, how could the old man bear to destroy the Scripture Pavilion because of himself. ”

"False benevolence, false righteousness, false compassion!Murong Longcheng, now you are just an old and immortal bald donkey, do you really regard yourself as a generation of divine monks?"

After Yang Ming said in a disdainful cold voice, he simultaneously cast the positive and negative [Ziwei Sword Technique] with both hands and slashed towards the sweeping monk.

During the decades that the sweeping monk hid in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, he knew that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo would practice the [Seventy-two Skills] and would cause internal injuries but did not stop it, and he knew that Master Xuancheng's strong practice of the Thirteen [Seventy-two Skills] would lead to the loss of martial arts and become a wasted person.

After Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and Master Xuancheng all went astray, the sweeping monk said that he had put Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to guide them to the right path, but they did not listen to the advice.

Eh, I'll go!

If you really want to save people, you can directly use your invincible martial arts to hang and beat them all, and ensure that they will believe everything you say.

But the old immortal bald donkey just didn't do anything, and waited until Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were all internally injured, and then jumped out to play a trick of resurrection.

It's disgusting to death.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Yang Ming wanting to kill the sweeping monk, there are many bald donkeys in the world who are fake benevolence, false righteousness and fake compassion, and Yang Ming wants to kill the sweeping monk just because he is the number one master in the world.

Two divine weapons stabbed from the left and right sides at the same time, piercing through tissue paper and breaking the sweeping monk's three-foot qi wall, but after the sweeping monk raised his hands, the blades of the Ziwei soft sword and the Xuantie divine sword stopped in front of the sweeping monk's hands.

Seeing that the palms of the sweeping monk's hands emitted two streams of crimson sword qi to resist the Ziwei Soft Sword and the Xuantie Divine Sword, Yang Ming's face changed, and a wave of anger rose in his heart.

The sweeping monk actually urged the [Douzhuan Star Shift] to transfer the sword qi of the Ziwei Soft Sword to resist the Xuantie Divine Sword, and to transfer the sword qi of the Xuantie Divine Sword to resist the Ziwei Soft Sword.

If Yang Ming is alone, it is really difficult to hurt the sweeping monk.

At this moment, there was a bang, and Wu Xingyun slapped his palm on Qiao Feng's chest.

After Qiao Feng was injured and vomited blood, Wu Xingyun turned around and rushed behind the sweeping monk, and waved the [Tianshan Six Yang Palms] with both hands and slapped it towards the sweeping monk's back.

If Yang Ming and Wu Xingyun were alone, it would be impossible for anyone to hurt the sweeping monk, but if the two attacked at the same time, the martial arts of the sweeping monk could only block the attack of one person.

At the same time that Wu Xingyun's palm power hit the sweeping monk's back, two fierce palm forces emanated from the sweeping monk's palms and bombarded the sword body of Ziwei Soft Sword and Xuantie Divine Sword.

It's a pity that the two divine weapons only shook the blades of the swords, and then stabbed into the palms of the sweeping monk with a pop.

At the same time that the sweeping monk used [Dou Zhuan Xing Xing Shift] to send out Wu Xingyun's palm power from his palms, without the hindrance of [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift], the three-foot qi wall could not block the peerless edge of the two divine weapons at all.

However, the Ziwei Soft Sword and the Xuantie Divine Sword only pierced into the palms of the sweeping monk's hands for half an inch, and the sweeping monk urged the [Douzhuan Star Shift] again, pushing the blades of the Ziwei Soft Sword and the Xuantie Divine Sword out of his hands.

Just as Wu Xingyun swung out his right palm and was about to slap the Baihui acupoint above the sweeping monk's head, Qiao Feng shouted angrily [Stop], crossed his hands and raised his palm, and cast the [Shocking Hundred Miles] in the [Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending].

Babble, Blah, Blah--

With the sound of the dragon's groan, a golden dragon-shaped palm force rushed towards Wu Xingyun's body.

Qiao Feng's [Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending] palm power, even the sweeping monk would be beaten and vomit blood, Wu Xingyun naturally did not dare to use his body to force Qiao Feng's palm power, so he could only jump away from behind the sweeping monk.

Seeing Qiao Feng so desperately helping the sweeping monk, Yang Ming was almost angry and vomited blood.

"Qiao Feng Qiao Gang Master, I, Yang Ming, asked myself, I'm not sorry for you, do you have to be my enemy?"

Hearing Yang Ming's questioning, Qiao Feng said with an embarrassed face.

"This master hasn't done anything to be sorry for you, so why should you kill him?"

"It's just funny! Although he didn't feel sorry for me, he was the enemy of your Qiao gang leader! I helped you take revenge, but you did everything you could to obstruct me!"

"This master...... Is it my enemy?"

"That's right! Although it was Xuan Ci and others who killed your mother and your people in the Battle of Yanmen Pass, the real culprit was Murong Bo, who had just been killed by me! This old immortal bald donkey was Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of Murong Bo, and of course he was the enemy of your Qiao gang leader. ”

After Yang Ming's words were finished, Qiao Feng stood in place in a daze, his eyes widening.

In the apricot forest, Quan Guanqing and Kang Min, who were plotting against each other, were killed by Yang Ming.

The eldest brother Xuan Ci, the leader of the Battle of Yanmen Pass, and the real murderer Murong Bo also died at the hands of Yang Ming.

Thinking about it carefully, these people were all killed by Yang Ming for him. (To be continued.) )