The waves of the river, see the floating life on both sides of the river.

The autumn wind is sorrowful, and the cold city is full of smoke and clouds.

In the late autumn season, even if the boat is going further and further south, the chill still envelops the boat. Even Huang Rong, in recent days, has put on a thick leather coat and looks a lot fatter.

Dressed in a white single coat and a cyan long sword, Jiang Feng always likes to stand alone on the deck. The cold air and water vapor are blowing in the face, and under the spontaneous operation of the internal force around the body, it is already full of rumbling warmth.

"It's bumpy and cold on this broken deck, I don't understand why you like to stand here?"

Huang Rong, who was covered like a little white bear, showed her head and muttered to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng turned his head, looked at Huang Rong's trembling appearance, and suddenly smiled: "The way of martial arts has been cultivated to a high and profound place, the cold and heat will not invade, all diseases will subside, and life will be prolonged." A few foreign boxing moves are just the tips of the end of the tree, even if you practice it, no matter how proficient you are, it is just an empty flash. ”

"Bang, bang......"

The sound of footsteps behind him suddenly attracted the attention of Jiang Feng and Huang Rong.

It was a monk, although the three thousand troubles on his head were still there, as long as he stood there, he would give people a kind and kind look, and a pleasant face. Although the monk's robe was patched, it was still clean and tidy.

His eyes are bright and wise, and his gait is steady and soothing. The weight of the ironwood fish in the hand is extremely heavy, and one can feel the terrible weight contained in it just by looking at it.

A person's kung fu may be hidden through enough forbearance, but the qi in a person's body will not. The stronger the inner family cultivator, the stronger his vitality will be, and the body will naturally emit amazing qi.

"Amitabha, this benefactor is so talented and understanding, in a word, he said that he reached the end of the martial arts. ”

A black ironfish nearly a foot in circumference, holding a one-foot-long brass sled with the thickness of a pigeon's egg in his right hand, gently knocked on the terrifyingly large wooden fish.

Walking the rivers and lakes, there are three kinds of people who cannot be provoked the most, the elderly, children, and monks.

At this time, Huang Rong looked at the wooden fish in the other party's hand, blinked with a pair of big eyes, and suddenly said to Jiang Feng: "There are more and more liars now, such a big wooden fish, if it is not hollow, how can it be held in the hand by someone with one hand." ”

After saying that, a sly smile flashed at the corner of Huang Rong's mouth, and suddenly the five fingers of his right hand opened, and he suddenly grabbed it and went straight to the monk's chest.

"Bang ......"

The monk just knocked on the wooden fish lightly, and stepped back with his hand, his body leaned slightly, but Yun lightly avoided Huang Rong's sharp grasp.

"The great monk is not exactly a liar, he has some ability, look at the trick!"

missed the blow, but aroused Huang Rong's competitiveness, but seeing that her subsequent moves changed, her palm was as sharp as a sword, and her moves were complicated and fantastical.

Between the waves of the arms, there are palm shadows in all directions, or five voids and one reality, or eight voids and one reality, really like the wind in the peach forest, and thousands of flowers fall. The false move is to lure the enemy and harass the enemy, but when it comes to the battle, the five false and eight false can also be turned into real moves.

However, in the face of Huang Rong's storm-like offensive, it did not cause the slightest trouble to the other party.

It's a simple step or two, as if walking around at will, but he can always pass by Huang Rong's fingertips at the most critical moment.

"The peach blossom shadow flies to the sword, and the blue sea tide is born according to the jade flute. ”

This couplet on the Peach Blossom Island Sword Trial Pavilion is about the two mastery of the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master's retreat on Peach Blossom Island, the Luoying Divine Sword Palm and the Blue Sea Tide Song.

At this time, the Luoying Divine Sword Palm in Huang Rong's hand danced faster and faster, and with her skills, at this time, in the face of the monk who only dodged, but could not attack, there were faint sweat stains on her forehead.

The avenue is simple, the ingenuity is not work, although every step of the monk seems to be unpretentious. But just like Jiang Feng's sword, the more simple and direct things are, the more terrifying the power that erupts after mastering the essence of it.

Huang Rong attacked fifty-four moves in a row, and the monk also moved fifty-four steps in a row. Each step is different, but it gives people a sense of the same source and unfathomable.

"Amitabha!"

As the monk suddenly pronounced the Buddha's name, the black ironwood fish in his hand slowly sent it to him.

Huang Rong, who couldn't close the style, only came and slapped two palms in succession at this time, and the sound of "bang" came, low, heavy, and reverberating endlessly.

Obviously, if it was a hollow wooden fish, Huang Rong's palms would never make such a muffled sound with the power of his two palms.

With a gentle anti-shock force coming, the force that seemed to have no lethal power at all made Huang Rong feel as if the strength of his whole body had been lost, and he involuntarily retreated backwards again and again.

It was a hand, white as jade, slender and round, slender and powerful, if it was used to hold a sword, it would be very stable, very accurate, and very suitable for killing.

Gently put it on Huang Rong's left shoulder, like the owner behind the marionette, which instantly made Huang Rong's figure stop.

"This master is so powerful, I heard that Shaolin disciples have fifty-four meditation postures, each of which can sit quietly for twelve hours, if there are extremely talented people who can integrate them one by one, incarnate into the body method, it is one of the most profound of the Shaolin seventy-two stunts, nine figures and six sitting methods. Its profundity and subtlety are unimaginable, but unfortunately, there are almost no one in the world who can figure out this set of body methods!"

Jiang Feng's steps are not big, but every step he takes, every word he says, the momentum on his body will converge a point. When Jiang Feng's voice fell, the monk suddenly felt that a sword had faintly appeared in front of him, and that sword was not the green python sword on Jiang Feng's waist, but Jiang Feng.

However, at this time, the monk suddenly began to knock on the wooden fish in his hand, shook his head and said: "The boat on the river, I occasionally heard the donor's understanding of the martial arts of heaven and man, and I was overjoyed, however, the Zen machine has not arrived, but I can't help it!"

Listening to what the other party said, a trace of disdain suddenly flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes.

"I heard that the Buddha enlightened the world to pay attention to chance, and once the Zen machine passed, the fate was extinguished, and the Zen machine did not arrive, although the point was not hit. It seems that the master's martial arts and Buddhism are all good, if I don't learn one or two today, I regret it. ”

"The little donor's inner kung fu is deep, hooking up Zhou Tian, and the veins are unimpeded, such as rivers and seas, and the flow is endless. The swordsmanship is even more tempered, and it is only one step away from the sword intent realm that is close to the Dao, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"This mouth of the great monk is so powerful, since the master's martial arts knowledge is so amazing, you might as well join hands and discuss it together!"