It was night, the moon was in the sky, and the white moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and suddenly there was a silver light. In the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Jicui Pavilion, on the small stone table, the wine glass is still exuding bursts of wine fragrance. The Jicui Pavilion, which was supposed to be noisy, became silent at this time, and there was not a trace of sound coming out, only the insects that chirped at night were still singing.

Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, looked at the bright moon in the sky with both eyes, and there was a strong yearning in his eyes. Looking back at the wine glass in his hand, his face could be seen in the ordinary wine glass, thinking that although the martial arts are endless today, there are very few real masters, even if the two people in front of him are only the peak of the realm of qi training. Thinking back to the time when the martial arts were prosperous, there were even several people in the realm of refining gods, and there were even people in the realm of returning to the void, but now there is no one who is refining gods, and suddenly a pain appeared in Zhao Zhijing's heart.

"This seat is not weaker than others in my life, but I don't want my martial arts to be so prosperous at the beginning of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, I really can't wait to be born in that era and appreciate the style of that. It's just that the path of martial arts has been cut off today, and I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future. Huang Yaoshi, dressed in a green robe, held a white porcelain wine glass, and under the moonlight, the white porcelain wall was illuminated. An arrogant, not bound by the rules and regulations of this world, he has a trace of yearning and a thick silence in his eyes at this time.

Hong Qigong on the side, his back like a pillar of heaven, was slightly bent at this moment. This is not a bend in his body, but a bend in his own spirit and momentum. Falling in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, Hong Qigong at this time was like a red pine standing upright, and his body was bent by an invisible force, and suddenly a slight depression came to his face.

But Hong Qigong is still Hong Qigong, a rare bold person in the rivers and lakes, and the righteousness of that body is like a jade pillar supporting the sky, straight and strong. The next moment, the curved spine became straight, and a huge momentum suddenly emanated from his body, feeling this huge momentum, Zhao Zhijing and Huang Yaoshi, their eyes suddenly became bright, and their bright eyes shone directly on Hong Qigong's body.

Suddenly he was greeted by a ragged person, but this ragged clothes could not hide his sky-high momentum at all, the straight spine was like a giant dragon rising into the sky, and there were wisps of golden light in those eyes, like a pair of golden dragon eyes, and a breath of non-anger and self-authority emanated in these eyes.

Feeling the gaze of the two, Hong Qigong suddenly laughed, and the huge laughter was like thunder, resounding between heaven and earth. With a sweep of his eyes, a majesty swept in, not the majesty of being in a high position, but a kind of boundless majesty that he was not afraid of anything in his heart, as if everything between heaven and earth, whether it was light or darkness, was contained in his heart.

In the midst of laughter, Hong Qigong suddenly spoke: "Everything before is already history, why should we regret it, today we are drinking here and talking highly, and we think that we are not weaker than others." Zhao Xiaozi who else, don't have scruples. Let me see who else there is and teach me a martial arts style. ”

Hearing Hong Qigong's boldness, Zhao Zhijing and Huang Yaoshi suddenly laughed, the silence on their faces was gone, the two looked at each other, raised the wine glass, poured the wine juice that exuded a strong aroma into their throats, and picked up the chopsticks on the table very atmospherically, picked up the food on the table that had not yet cooled, and swallowed it into their stomachs.

"There are only two factions in the Central Plains Martial Arts Sect that have a huge influence. One is Taoism and the other is Buddhism. In the martial arts, Shaolin has been teaching the Dharma since the patriarch of the Northern Wei Dynasty came to the west, and it has been going through a lot of wind and rain but it is still endless. At the beginning of the founding of the country, the Taoist martial arts holy land was the Xiaoyao School. ”

"The Xiaoyao faction is a very mysterious sect in the martial arts, and it is the "saint of Taoism", whose martial arts are elegant and immortal, and they are superb, but few people know about it on the rivers and lakes. Its most exquisite is light and elegant, leisurely and elegant, and the power is endless. ”

"The original head of the Xiaoyao faction is Xiaoyaozi, and there are three disciples under him, namely Tianshan Tongmao, Wuyazi, and Li Qiushui. Later, Xiaoyaozi was located in Wuyazi, and he was nowhere to be found, but his cultivation was the top figure between heaven and earth, and it can be said that he was the first in the world. There are not many records of his person, but I suspect that his cultivation has surpassed that of the sweeping monk, and if it is not the realm of the Tao, it is still half a foot into this realm. ”

"Besides, Wu Yazi, although he was later betrayed by his disciple Ding Chunqiu and used treacherous tricks to knock him off the cliff, and his meridians were completely broken, but because of his extraordinary internal cultivation, he cultivated his body with a true yuan, and his old age was three feet long, each of which was white, his face was like a crown of jade, and there was no wrinkles, his spirit was flying, and his demeanor was leisurely and elegant. If it weren't for the silver hair at that end, it could be said that he couldn't see a trace of old age, and he was also a person who was at the top of his martial arts. ”

The words paused slightly, Zhao Zhijing stretched out his slender palm, lifted the wine glass on the table, swallowed it in one gulp, and soaked his throat, which he felt slightly dry. Sweeping his eyes at Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, who were smiling at this time, Zhao Zhijing felt that the dryness in his throat was gone, and then he continued to speak.

"Xiaoyaozi's eldest disciple is the heavenly child, whose name is Wu Xingyun. It is the master of the Eagle Palace of the Ethereal Peak of the Tianshan Mountains, and his cultivation of the "Eight Desolations and Six Combinations of the Only Respect for Me" is a supreme miracle between heaven and earth. Tianshan Tong's grandmother has been practicing this kung fu since she was six years old, and it took her thirty days to rejuvenate at the age of thirty-six. Sixty-six years old, that time took sixty days. At the age of ninety-six, it will take 90 days to regain his strength again. Even when he was ninety-six years old, there was no trace of gray hair, and his youth would last forever, if it were not for the accident later, the cultivation of this body would continue to be deepened, and it would be possible to keep his youth forever. ”

"Besides, Xiaoyaozi's little apprentice Li Qiushui, his cultivation is also superb, and his cultivation can be said to be unfathomable, that is between heaven and earth, and the only one who can fight against it is her senior sister Wu Xingyun. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were trapped by love, fighting each other in pairs, and losing both, I wouldn't be able to see them today. ”

Looking at Huang Yaoshi, who was dressed in a green robe, and Hong Qigong, who was holding a vermilion wine gourd, Zhao Zhijing laughed, and said loudly: "This martial arts is prosperous, it is already a phantom in the flowing water of history, we can't see it today, but it is also a pleasure to be able to hear the power of its people, but I don't know what words people in future generations will talk about us." (To be continued.) )