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The old man in the black robe grabbed the wine jar with his right hand, his waist was straight, he sat on the half-cut stump, drank and swallowed, the wine was dripping, stained with the placket on his chest, more than ten catties of liquor, and he was already drunk clean in a moment, the wine jar was thrown away, and there was a crisp sound in the dark night.

Fang Baiyi sat beside him, with a pot of fine wine in front of him, poured himself a drink, and tasted it lightly, but he secretly shook his head and smiled bitterly.

debuted in the rivers and lakes, and seemed to be in contrast to inns and wine shops, but whenever they went to the inn to stay in the hotel, they were all stormy and troublesome, so that they fought and ended up in disarray.

Leaving Qingyuan Yanfu to stay in the hotel on the same day, I wanted to find out who was hidden behind the scenes, but I encountered Cheng Kun Hanjiang Fishing Weng and others, who shot arrows indiscriminately, debris flew sideways, and almost burned down the inn.

This time, he met an old man in a black robe who called himself Leng Yishan, who seemed to have come for a purpose, and tried it for no reason, and his energy was agitated, shaking the doors and windows of tables and chairs, damaging countless items, and almost collapsing the inn.

If it weren't for the inn guy's cleverness, seeing the opportunity early, hiding behind the counter, he would inevitably be affected by the strong and domineering palm power, and the tendons would be broken and fractured, and his own life would be lost at the worst, wouldn't he be extremely wronged.

The inn was full of messes, not a place to speak, and the old man in the black robe raised his hand and threw two ingots of silver to the innkeeper, which was regarded as compensation for the loss of the inn. Lifting the two jars of good wine, the meaning in his eyes was profound, and he swept over Fang Baiyi, but he didn't speak, and left the inn in an instant.

Fang Baiyi knew that the black-robed old man had something to say, and he also had many questions, so he wanted to ask for an understanding, so he stretched out his hand to probe the little poor Hao's wrist, confirmed that the injury was fine, and hurriedly shook his body to follow.

For the strong and domineering palm power to repulse, the little poor was seriously injured and vomited blood, but it was the Tongtian Divine Skill that was warm and pure, protecting the meridians in the body, taking the Nine Turns Heart Pill, and practicing for several weeks, the true qi scattered in the meridians returned to the Dantian Qi Sea, and the injury was already six or seven percent better.

Knowing Fang Baiyi's temperament, he carried a pot of wine, put away the phoenix feather short sword, stepped on the lost footwork, chased Fang Baiyi's back, and disappeared into the vast night.

Dozens of miles out of the market town, I saw the old man in the black robe lighting a bonfire from a distance, sitting on both sides with Fang Baiyi, his body shaking, leaving a phantom and saying, he had already come to Fang Baiyi's side.

Before he could speak, he only heard the old man in the black robe laugh and said: "This time the old man was reckless, causing the little girl to be injured and vomit blood, and it should be compensated, lest the little girl have a bad heart, and it will not be good to complain about the old man in the future." ”

After saying that, the sleeves of the robe were blown out, and the strength surged, but it was pure and gentle, and the little pity felt the two forces on the left and right, pushing left and right, and he was actually unstable on his feet, as if two invisible big hands had crossed it, and he suddenly turned around.

The little pity didn't know what he meant, and he was inevitably a little flustered in his heart, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fang Baiyi sitting upright, and a smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, as if a clear spring purifying his veins, knowing that the old man in the black robe had no malicious intent, he put his heart at ease.

The black-robed old man's body is extremely fast, and he has not seen any movement, he has come to the back of the little pitiful, and he quickly clicked on the acupoint on his back, and the palm of his hand flipped and pressed the big vertebral acupoint, destroying the true qi, like the Yangtze River rushing, crossing the eight veins of the little pitiful Qi meridian.

The power is strong and unfathomable, and the internal force is endless, without the slightest sign of exhaustion.

The little pitiful and delicate body shook violently, and the heavenly divine skill operated on its own, protecting the meridians in the body, and faintly fighting against the internal force and true qi that the old man in the black robe had crossed.

I heard the old man in the black robe shouting: "The heart is in harmony with God, abandon distracting thoughts, and keep the dantian, the old man will help you open up the second vein of Rendu, and run through the double bridge of heaven and earth." ”

The true qi of the internal strength is as deep as the sea, and it flows into the little pitiful body endlessly, and the mist rises spontaneously, condensed but not dispersed, and shrouded the heads of the two of them.

The little pitiful face was red like blood, and there were sweat stains on his smooth forehead, as if he was suffering a great pain, and his lips pursed up, outlining a bit of perseverance.

Fang Baiyi's eyes were stunned, he thought that the old man in the black robe intended to pass on a few tricks to Xiao Pii, but he didn't expect that he would not hesitate to consume his own vitality to open up the second vein of Ren Du for Xiao Pitian, run through the double bridge of heaven and earth, and since then he has been among the top masters.

But he frowned thickly, secretly worried, each with different qualifications, and had his own fate, few people dared to make a move easily, and he was connected to the two veins of appointment and governor for others.

If the meridians are not blocked, and suddenly the true qi is violent, shaking all the meridians in the body, I am afraid that before the second vein of Ren Du is opened, the eight veins of the Qi meridian will be broken, and the qi will die.

It is like the siltation of sediment in the riverbed, which makes the embankment unstable, and if the flood hits it, it will inevitably collapse the embankment and become a flood.

If you want to open up the two veins of Rendu for others, you can only slowly pass through the true qi of internal strength, and the silk trickle will widen the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but it is the most depleting vitality. And there can be no interference during the exercise, otherwise the true qi is retrograde, and it is very easy to go crazy.

Each person's qualifications are different, the internal skills they practice are different, and the length of time it takes to get through the two veins of appointment and supervision is different. If the foundation is unstable and it takes a long time, the practitioner will exhaust the true qi of the internal strength, and the vitality in the body will be depleted, and he will lose his own life.

Fang Baiyi didn't dare to be careless, he stood up, the black gold folding fan popped out the jagged tip of the sword, concentrating on vigilance, protecting the Dharma for the two of them, so as not to let any people from the rivers and lakes break in, disturb the old man in black robe, and endanger the life of the little pitiful.

For more than half an hour, the black-robed old man raised his palm, but his fingers were like halberds, and he pointed at several points in a few places, flipped his wrist, and pressed it on the back of the little pitiful, destroying the true qi, surging like a flood, and crossing into the little pitiful's body.

After a while, the black-robed old man withdrew his palm power and shouted: "The little girl's qualifications are good, but let the old man save a lot of hands and feet, give you half a jiazi skill, quickly move the skill to breathe, turn into the dantian qi sea, and take it for yourself, and there is another top master on the rivers and lakes since then, hahaha......"

The two veins of the little poor Ren Du have been opened, and the Tongtian Divine Skill intentionally or unintentionally destroys the true qi of the internal strength, gushing out from the sea of dantian qi, reaching the twelve-story building, which seems to be a spiritual spring bubbling and never exhausted.

The six senses are a hundred times better than before, and the true qi in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra is agitated, and after thirty years of penance, I know that what the old man in the black robe said is true.

Without thanking him, he hurriedly sat down cross-legged, his palms and fingers changed and pinched the magic trick, silently using the Heavenly Divine Skill, refining the true qi in his body, but it was integrated with heaven and earth, almost melting into a dark void.

The black-robed old man picked up the wine jar, patted open the mud seal, drank and swallowed it, poured more than ten catties of liquor into his abdomen, threw the empty wine jar, and there was a crisp sound in the dark night.

Looking at the wine glass in Fang Baiyi's hand, he laughed and said: "Little brother, you and I are in the rivers and lakes, we should be bold and cheerful, and we must not learn from the poor sour scribe, you are such a style, but it is inconsistent with the identity of the people in the rivers and lakes." ”

Fang Baiyi swallowed the wine in the cup, but his eyes were intentionally or unintentionally, he swept over the left arm of the black-robed old man, and said with an indifferent smile: "The old-timers have been famous in the rivers and lakes for more than 60 years, and the life-killing soul search finger is shocking to the world, Fang Mou is just a latecomer, how can he be worthy of the title of little brother." ”

"Do you already know who the old man is?" the black-robed old man's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at Fang Baiyi, and said.

"The cold dragon has the same sound, one is Yiyi, and the mountain has a peak, and since the old-timer appeared, his left arm was caged in his sleeve, standing still, and the merit was unfathomable, how could Fang not guess that the old-timer was the one-armed man who shocked the rivers and lakes sixty years ago, the demon dragon Yifeng. ”

Fang Baiyi's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand calmly, poured wine from his own pot, and said slowly. There was a glint in his eyes, looking at the old man in the black robe, his eyes were deep.

The black-robed old man nodded secretly, but he was also refreshed, and said: "Yes, the old man is the one-armed man Demon Dragon Yifeng who everyone in the rivers and lakes is punished, but Fang Gongzi looks down on the old man and does not want to be a brother and sister to me, an evil demon?"

There was a bit of silence in his expression, a chill flashed in his eyes, and his skills were excessively depleted, so that the murderous aura could not be restrained, and the bonfire jumped and swayed.

Fang Baiyi sighed, shook his head slowly, and said: "The righteous path of heaven and earth is the vicissitudes of life, but what is right, what is evil, born in a famous family, but acting viciously, I am afraid that it cannot be called the right way, among the underworld evil sects, there are also many men who are above board and fair, how dare Fang Mou say that he looks down on him." ”

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered the fast knife Sun Boyan, the whole family died unexpectedly, but there was no way to take revenge, and he threw himself into the Eastern Huoyun City, acting ghostly, intending to wash Liujiazhuang in blood, and finally ended up biting his tongue and committing suicide and being tragically killed.

The first of the seven sons of Wudang, Tianshu Daoist, only because of the competition of will, indiscriminate killing of innocents, but is a monk for the Tao, facing the wall for ten years of penance, now it is famous all over the world, Tiangang Beidou Sword Array is famous in the rivers and lakes, mentioned in the rivers and lakes, people are all admired.

If Sun Boyan hadn't suffered this catastrophe, no one would have upheld justice for him, so that his heart would have changed greatly, and he might not have fallen into the underworld and become a demon. Who can say which is right and which is evil, which is black and which is white.

"Hahaha, the little brother is not very old, but he can see it clearly, yes, the old man killed countless people back then, but he was worthy of his heart, the old man followed the rules of the rivers and lakes and came to the door to challenge, but those so-called famous and decent people did not have half the courage to face failure, and they did not hesitate to attack in groups, and did everything they could, forcing the old man to kill. ”

Long Yifeng laughed wildly when he heard this, he was very satisfied with what the other party said in Baiyi, but he also opened his mouth to explain a few sentences, for Long Yifeng, it was already commendable, and it could be regarded as giving enough face to Baiyi.

Fang Baiyi secretly shook his head and sighed, sixty years ago, Long Yifeng made his debut in the rivers and lakes, and he scattered people in the rivers and lakes, challenged famous families, and forcibly demolished the signboards of countless predecessors and celebrities in the rivers and lakes, how could these predecessors and celebrities be able to accommodate him.

Chang Aotian, the son of the Tibetan sword, is famous for his fast sword, challenging the famous house of his predecessors, if it weren't for the Tibetan Sword Villa behind him, which makes people unable to see through the depths, I'm afraid that there would be no place for Chang Aotian on the rivers and lakes.

His eyes swept over the pitiful little man who was cross-legged, Fang Baiyi groaned slightly, and finally said: "Senior, I don't know how you learned about the Heavenly Tribulation Finger and other peerless learning, what does this have to do with the Martial Saint Mu Canghai more than a hundred years ago?"

Long Yifeng shook the sleeves of his robe, put his hands behind his back, and said with a little displeasure on his face: "Little brother, the reason for this is that the old man will tell the truth, but don't mention the three words of the old man, the old man really can't afford it, if you can afford the old man, just call the old man old brother." ”

"How does this make ......" Fang Baiyi hurriedly pushed back, the one-armed demon dragon Yifeng debuted in the rivers and lakes is close to the age of sixteen, nearly sixty years later, and now he is afraid that he is one hundred and twenty years old, how dare he dare to be a brother and be commensurate with a brother.

I didn't want Long Yifeng to wave his hand and said: "Of course, little brother, whether you are the descendant of the Martial Saint Mu Canghai or not, just relying on such a peerless knowledge as the Heavenly Tribulation is enough to call the old man a brother and a brother, if you shirk it again, it is to look down on the old man." ”

With one arm behind him, his head slightly tilted, with a bit of arrogance, his meaning is self-evident, if Fang Baiyi refuses to be called a brother, he looks down on him Long Yifeng, and there is nothing to say to each other.

Fang Baiyi smiled dumbly, and shook his head secretly, but he was as angry as a child, and if he refused to call his brother, he wouldn't play with you, but he had to say: "Since this is the case, please forgive Fang Mou's arrogance, according to what the old brother said, what is the reason, and ask the old brother to make it clear." ”

"That's right!" Long Yifeng slapped his thigh, said with a smile, raised his hand to pat the mud seal of the wine jar, and poured several sips of liquor one after another.

continued, "Little brother, how much do you know about the life of Martial Saint Mu Canghai?"

Fang Baiyi's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, shook his head slowly, and said: "Don't hide it from my brother, I only know that this person is the first master of the rivers and lakes more than a hundred years ago, his martial arts are extraordinary, unfathomable, and he has fought all over the rivers and lakes, black and white, and it is rare to meet opponents, as for his life deeds, there are few rumors in the rivers and lakes, so it is unknown." ”

"History has always been written by the victors, and after a hundred years, it is extremely rare for Mu Canghai to keep the name of the martial saint and not fall into the big devil despised by the world. Long Yifeng sighed, and there was a lot of thick in his words, and he sighed.

Fang Baiyi's eyes were full of confusion, and he looked at Long Yifeng, knowing that he was only afraid of something else, but he didn't speak, waiting for Long Yifeng to open his mouth to explain his doubts.

Sure enough, Long Yifeng sighed, his eyes seemed to have a bit of memory, and his mind wandered, as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago, wolf smoke was everywhere, the previous dynasty lost momentum, and it was crumbling, and it couldn't last long.

When Emperor Taizu raised his troops, his masters were like clouds, and there were many good generals.

Invincible, invincible in the world, its momentum is like a broken bamboo, and its people from all walks of life point to the capital of the previous dynasty.

Martial saint Mu Canghai has debuted in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and has been invincible all over the world. He has known Emperor Taizu since he was a child, and in order to help him ascend the throne of the emperor and establish the Tiandu Holy Sect, there are many followers, tens of thousands of people.

Suppressing the major factions in the rivers and lakes, caging the masters of the rivers and lakes, and serving in the army of Emperor Taizu, is like a tiger with wings, and the strength is incomparable.

Shaolin, Wudang and other major sects, inherited for hundreds of years, enduring, many disciples, many of them served in the previous dynasty, became Emperor Taizu's confidants, deeply afraid that each major sect for their own interests, to help the previous dynasty.

Emperor Taizu canonized the Tiandu Holy Religion as the state religion and charged it with ruling the rivers and lakes and subduing the major rivers and lakes sects such as Shaolin Wudang.

Martial Saint Mu Canghai took advantage of the fact that the major sects in the rivers and lakes were greatly injured by the Wordless Heavenly Book, and used drastic means to make the various sects in the rivers and lakes even worse and miserable.

In desperation, Shaolin, Wudang and other major sects in the rivers and lakes closed their mountain gates, did not ask about the world, and trained the disciples of the sect to recuperate.

"Tiandu Holy Sect?"

Fang Baiyi frowned secretly, his eyes became more and more confused, and said: "Old brother, Martial Saint Mu Canghai founded the Tiandu Holy Sect and was canonized as the state religion, it should be widely spread, why have you never heard of it?"

"What's so strange about this, it's nothing more than a means of hiding the bow of the bird and cooking the dead rabbit and the dog, after the founding of Emperor Taizu, the strength of the Tiandu Holy Sect reached its peak, teaching more than 100,000 people, which made Emperor Taizu feel at ease. Long Yifeng scoffed, his expression quite disdainful.

Martial saint Mu Canghai saw extraordinary, retreated bravely, and since then he has not been able to escape from the world, concentrating on martial arts practice, and no one in the court and the opposition has ever seen his whereabouts.

The Tiandu Holy Sect lost the leader of the Martial Saint Mu Canghai, and was torn apart. Under the suppression of Emperor Taizu and the major sects of Shaolin and Wudang, the situation has fallen apart and ceased to exist in just a few years.

The years have passed, but in a hundred years, the once extremely prosperous Tiandu Holy Sect has long been wiped out in the dust of history, and many people in the world do not know, as if it has never appeared.

"Old brother, who is the Martial Saint Mu Canghai's master? You once mentioned that in the Martial Saint Mu Canghai's posthumous codex, where did the martial arts such as the Heavenly Tribulation Finger come from?" Fang Baiyi asked.

Unexpectedly, Long Yifeng shook his head slowly, and said: "Martial Saint Mu Canghai has no teacher, and no one knows how Mu Canghai learned a peerless martial arts, but in the secret book of the Heavenly Capital that he left behind, he once mentioned that there was no word tablet in the Sumeru Fantasy Realm, and he only hated his limited talent, and he failed to fully understand the subtlety, which was a regret in his life." ”

Is it an underground labyrinth that has been trapped underground for fifteen years?

Fang Baiyi's fingers stroked the jade pendant hanging from the black gold folding fan, and he was secretly stunned. Martial Saint Mu Canghai has definitely been to the underground labyrinth, and he has comprehended the nine wordless stone tablets of the labyrinth, but the opportunity is limited and he has not been able to fully comprehend it.

After thinking about it, he only heard Long Yifeng continue: "Little brother, according to the codex left by the martial saint Mu Canghai, the life-killing soul searching finger that the old man learned is derived from the Heavenly Tribulation Finger contained in the wordless tablet......

Recently, Luo has been busy with work, preparing for the company's annual shareholders' meeting, but the little girl is sick, entangled for several days, rare peace, so far it has only been updated, how apologetic, here to say, sorry!