The monk is called Wusan, Chen Yunfeng secretly calculated in his heart, is there still no one, no two, no four and so on, but that Jueyuan's name is too big, Chen Yunfeng didn't want to talk to him about Zen machines and other ideas;

That guy is estimated to have cultivated to the innate realm now, and if he goes to his level of martial arts, if the old monk sees through his purpose, although it will not be sent to death, but the idea of wanting to get the Jiuyang True Scripture into his hands and study it will be in vain.

Not long after entering the guest house, a little monk sent Chen Yunfeng a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, for writing brush words, Chen Yunfeng, who came out of the countryside to help people copy the sacrificial texts since childhood, has a good hand, but unfortunately there is no money to go to college, even if he can write with a hand, it is equivalent to nothing.

Half an hour later, the monk personally walked into the guest house with a few scriptures, and left after a polite explanation, Chen Yunfeng closed the door, and the first thing was to open the Lenga Sutra and look for it carefully, and sure enough, he found a small note in the gap with the intermittent Sanskrit scriptures next to it.

In the past, I always felt that something was wrong when I read books, there were not many Ranga Sutras themselves, and there would not be many words in a Jiuyang Sutra, but later Zhang Wuji got four scriptures, it should be that Jueyuan was full of food and had nothing to do, so he rearranged the scriptures and recorded them in detail according to his own cultivation methods.

After reading the entire Lenga Sutra and seeing the Jiuyang Sutra with only a few more than 1,000 words, Chen Yunfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to himself:

"Huxi Jiuyang, hug a Hanyuan, these two sentences have, why is it not said that this book is called Jiuyang Zhenjing? It seems that the name of this scripture can be determined to be taken by Jueyuan;

Alas, they all say that there will be problems with thinking about things according to their own heads, this Jin Da Da and he doesn't make it clear, so much so that I think I have to copy how much, the cultivation method of this Jiuyang Sutra is actually less than a thousand words, just recite it directly, copy it, and find a trouble for yourself in vain. ”

He has now practiced the Mixed Yuan Innate Skill and the Nine Yin True Qi, and at a glance, he knows that this Nine Yang True Sutra is genuine, and he doesn't dare to alter the Lenga Sutra, Jueyuan's old monk himself has cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and even if he changes it, he can write it down silently;

Anyway, it is still early for Zhang Wuji to mix up the Jiuyang Divine Skill, and it will take more than a hundred years to calculate it, and now even Zhang Sanfeng has not been born yet, and there is no need to calculate it now.

Confirming that the scriptures were genuine, Chen Yunfeng relied on his ability to never forget the entire Lenga Sutra and the Jiuyang Sutra by heart, and then began to sit down and copy the wolf pen sent by the monks.

Copying is boring, but Chen Yunfeng once forgot to do his homework in order to make a living, and he was not afraid of this thing after being punished by Huaxia teachers in the future;

Elegant fonts like the wind continued to appear on the white paper, his face was not visible, but he reappeared with that special and strange instinct, and he began to study the content of the Jiuyang Sutra while copying his heart.

Different from the Nine Yin True Scripture, the route of the True Power of the Nine Yang True Scripture is all pure Yang route, and it is even somewhat close to the Mixed Yuan Innate Skill, but the Mixed Yuan Innate Skill is slightly peaceful, while the Nine Yang True Scripture is very masculine and domineering.

Copying all the way quickly, even when the vegetarian Zhai brought by the Zhike monk entered the house, he just smiled and signaled, looking at Chen Yunfeng, who copied the scriptures so seriously, even the Zhike monk was deeply pleased.

In less than two days in the guest house of Shaolin Temple, Chen Yunfeng completed the work of copying the scriptures, and asked the monk in charge of binding the scriptures to synthesize the scriptures into scriptures.

Got the Jiuyang Sutra, Chen Yunfeng's mood was even more excited, the three supreme mental methods of the Condor, the Condor and the Heavenly Sect all fell into his hands, as long as he studied carefully, even if he couldn't create his own mastery, the exercises in these three scriptures could make his skills skyrocket and become one of the masters, if he wanted to become a supreme master, he had to find stronger martial arts.

The only powerful technique in the Condor that no one cares for is the Jiuyang Divine Skill, and the only place where you can quickly strengthen yourself is the nameless valley on the outskirts of Xiangyang, but the supreme martial arts are not where to seek defeat, the Jiuyang Divine Skill and the Mixed Yuan Innate Skill are only internal skills, and the martial arts in the Nine Yin True Scripture are powerful but dare not perform them lightly;

Now he has learned a lot of ancient tombs and Quanzhen martial arts, and the kung fu of Quanzhen Sect is also considered top-notch, but it takes a lot of time to practice, just like Wang Chongyang built a martial arts training ground in the ancient tomb, and competed with masters everywhere, then he was also able to dominate the group when he was close to the age and was not confused.

Time is the key to Chen Yunfeng, he doesn't want to miss the Lujiazhuang Hero Conference that won the big victory over Lu Guanying, he doesn't understand why this Lu Chengfeng wants to move here, even if his home is burned down by Ouyang Feng, he can still make a lot of money with his water bandit leader in Taihu Lake, and build a villa in this poor and remote place, is it just to cope with the next hero conference?

In less than two years, this is the result of his re-investigation of the days these days, Yang Guo met Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng in Huashan, at that time it was a heavy snow covering the mountain, although Jin Dada did not say the exact time, it should also be after the eleventh month of the lunar calendar;

Now is the early summer moment, that is to say, a little more than two years at most, the hero conference of the Great Victory Pass is about to begin, and before that, three months ago, Chen Yunfeng has to go back to Zhongnan Mountain, and time is much more urgent for him.

He drove his horse all the way south and continued his journey, and a day later he arrived at his last target city this time, Xiangyang City, where he first inquired about the kind of cockscomb monster snake, but no one in the taverns and restaurants knew about the Qu Bodhi snake;

Chen Yunfeng is not in a hurry, it is actually easy to calculate how many mountains and dangerous places there are hundreds of miles away from Xiangyang, and in addition, Yang Guo did not dare to go north, then there is only south, and this south hundred miles is only the mountains behind Nanzhang that are uninhabited at this time, and there are mountain floods from time to time in the deserted and deserted, so he knows it by asking him about it;

Chen Yunfeng spent a hundred taels of gold, and there were still one hundred taels of gold and three hundred taels of silver in his pocket, and he searched for it in Xiangyang City, and spent two hundred taels of silver in a secluded alley near the castle guard's mansion to buy a small mansion with a garden pool;

This will be his temporary home, and it is also a place for him to calculate the next turmoil in Xiangyang, as well as the Xiangyang Conference in the distant eighteen years later.

Because he has to go out often, the boy can clean the house for him and maintain the image and popularity of the home.

"Little Niu, you are optimistic about your home during this time, the grain has been bought, and you have left thirty taels of silver, which is enough for your expenses for a period of time, remember to buy yourself clothes, if the money is spent, take the silver ticket to Hongfu Qian Zhuang to withdraw it. In front of the gate of the small courtyard, Chen Yunfeng looked at the young man who was not much younger than himself and said in a deep voice.