Wuzhi took Yang Feng and left Zhaojiazhuang a hundred miles away, before putting him down, looking at Yang Feng and saying, "The old monk's words have been brought, Yang Shaoxia, let's say goodbye!"

"Master, slowly, can you tell me where Brother Lang has gone to the Western Regions now?" Yang Feng stabilized his breath and asked aloud. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Master Wuzhi sighed, "Langfeng Xiaoxia and my senior brother went to Shaolin in the Western Regions. ”

Yang Feng said, "Okay, Brother Zhou and I have known each other, and now the beggar gang and I have a misunderstanding, it seems that this trip to the Western Regions is inevitable, if you can find the murderer, not only can you comfort Brother Zhou's spirit in the sky, but also clarify my grievances with the beggar gang!"

"Good and good, the old man is also going to the Western Regions to escort the temple to learn the Yijin Sutra! If the young man does not dislike it, he can go with the old monk." ”

Yang Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, and said again and again, "I can't ask for it", and the two of them did not delay, left Wuzhen, set off from Zhejiang, and went to the Western Regions.

"Master, I once heard my father mention that the Yi Jin Sutra is a superior mastery that changes the muscles and bones and opens up the meridians, how can it be sent to the Western Regions now?" Yang Feng asked immediately.

The unwise master's face darkened, and he said melancholy: "This matter is a long story, about 100 years ago, there was a martial arts wizard in this temple, who was the uncle of the bitter wisdom master of the Luohan Hall, because of a bad fate in the Shaolin Temple, he had no choice but to go to the Western Regions and create a Shaolin line in the Western Regions! I have always had contacts with Shaolin in the Central Plains, and I sent people to my temple a few days ago, saying that I wanted to save the lives of hundreds of people in the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions by using the Yijin Sutra!"

Yang Feng was not only curious when he heard this, but also thought to himself, could it be that the Yi Jin Sutra had become a medical skill?

"Our senior brothers heard this, they were really surprised, and under questioning, several junior brothers from the Western Regions told the truth, it turned out that there was a sect called Persianism in the south of the Western Regions, which was very strong, and I heard that Shaolin in the Western Regions was in the same vein as Shaolin in the Central Plains, and even forcibly asked for the Yijin Sutra of Shaolin Temple, and started to do it without saying a word, but I didn't know that the brothers and sisters in the Western Regions were killed and wounded, and the whole temple couldn't beat the two messengers sent by others!"

"My senior brother Colorless Zen Master listened to the description of the people from the Western Regions, and felt that the martial arts path of the Persian envoy was similar to that of the masked man who attacked the head of Emei at night and killed the leader of Zhou Kun's gang, so he decided to go to the Western Regions with Lang Fengxiao in person, and inquired first, while Lao Wei took the Yi Jin Jing and then went to prevent accidents. ”

After hearing this, Yang Feng nodded again and again, and said, "I see, I didn't expect that there were still these twists and turns! No wonder the Colorless Master wants to go there in person!"

The two of them quickened their pace, day and night, only stopping to rest their feet when it was time to eat, and even in the wilderness, they could not go to the village or the store, but they just took out dry food, and ate it immediately with a pot of water.

After more than 20 days, the two passed through the Yumen Pass and entered the Western Regions.

It was June at this time, and the weather was extremely hot, so the two of them could not tolerate the heat, so they had to find an inn to rest, and then hurried when the sun went down.

There are a lot of people resting in the inn, most of them are traders who come and go between the Central Plains and the Western Regions, at this time they are all talking about various anecdotes along the way in the inn, and the innkeeper is also generous, and he ordered the guys to hold three big watermelons and quench the thirst of the guests for free.

Yang Feng and Master Wuzhi tied their horses, entered the inn, ordered a few bowls of vegetarian wine, and listened to the vendors talk about the West.

One of the vendors, dressed in gold and silver, was very generous, and when he caught a glimpse of Yang Feng and the others entering the house, he hurriedly shook his arm and shouted loudly, "Listen to me, listen to me, something terrible happened in our Western Regions a few days ago, and it was related to monks. ”

"Oh, monk, is it from Shaolin, or from Tantra?" Hearing him shout like this, everyone else became interested, and someone asked, Yang Feng and the others were in a pang in their hearts, and they listened carefully.

"Hehe, of course it's Shaolin, how can it be Tantra, you must know that the Three Absolute Divine Masters of Tantra are today's national teachers, what can they do?" said the vendor.

"Shaolin Temple, how is it possible, when the Kuhui monk entered the Western Regions, founded the Shaolin Temple with the power of one person, overwhelmed the tantric lineage at that time, and became the first force in the Western Regions martial arts, who can do anything to them?" someone retorted.

The merchant sneered, took a bite of the watermelon, and continued, "This benevolent brother doesn't know anything, since the death of the old monk Kuhui sixty years ago, Shaolin in the Western Regions is not as good as day by day, and now I am afraid that it will not work, otherwise it will not be pushed sideways by the Persian sect!"

The others were curious, and they all rushed to ask what kind of sect Persianism was, but they saw the vendor scratching his head, smirking twice and not talking anymore, it seemed that he didn't know anything about Persianism.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but be excited, and they lost their interest for a while, and they all ate and drank listlessly.

At this time, one of them barely cheered up, and laughed, "You are all in the Western Regions, and you don't know about the Central Plains, do you know that there has been an amazing young figure in the Central Plains martial arts in the past few months!" Speaking of this, he didn't continue to talk, looked around, and wanted to coax everyone.

The innkeeper was tired, and when he saw the opportunity, he responded and said, "There have been no masters in the Central Plains martial arts in recent years, how much wind and waves can a teenager make?"

The rest of the people also looked at the man, only to see him say proudly, "This young man is not simple, he has the kung fu of the Nine Yin True Scripture, and in less than ten years, he will be able to stand alone in the world!"

When the rest of the people heard this, they were puzzled one by one, and they didn't know what the Nine Yin True Scripture was, which could make a person become a martial arts supreme, but one by one, their curiosity rose, and they looked at the person and continued.

"Do you know that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong of Tantric Peerless Learning, the Nine Yin True Scripture is no less attractive to the Central Plains martial arts people than the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong is as attractive to the Western Regions Martial Arts! Now, you should know how powerful the Nine Yin True Scripture is!" the man gushed out.

"Pifu is not guilty of his crimes, and that young man has such a martial arts mastery, isn't he afraid that someone has bad intentions?" someone doubted.

The man smiled and looked at the table where the watermelon was placed, and the innkeeper was quick to pick up a piece of watermelon and throw it over, and the man took a bite and continued to preach;

"So this young man is famous, you don't know, he had more than ten palms with the leader of the beggar gang at the opening ceremony of the Emei faction, and he won a lot! Eighteen palms of the dragon descending, you should not be a stranger!" After the man finished speaking, the people present were already stupid, and they hadn't come back to their senses yet.

Yang Feng listened to it and knew that the young man he was talking about was himself, and he couldn't help but think of the scene where he and Zhou Kun were palm-to-palm that day, but now it was separated by yin and yang.

"Hey, this brother, is there anything wrong with what I said?" Seeing Yang Feng sigh first, the man couldn't help but ask.

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "Brother, do you know that the Zhou Gang Master is dead!"

"Oh, how did you die?" asked the crowd in unison.

Yang Feng didn't say a word, just drank to himself, and didn't pay attention to those people anymore.