Lao Qinghe secretly felt ashamed in his heart, he had been famous for more than ten years, and he had to take advantage of the danger of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to finally win it. It's not that his kung fu has regressed, but that this young man's martial arts are too high. With such skills at this age, it would not be surprising if it was a disciple of some famous Shaolin sects in Wudang, but with his knowledge, he couldn't recognize the origin of the martial arts of these two people. And looking at the age and appearance of the two, they are either father and son or uncle and nephew, but the martial arts are similar, if it is a family martial arts, it should not be so.

Lao Qinghe was about to open his mouth to ask a question, but Fang Ziming had already walked over. His chin was scratched by Shan Zai, and the most hated in his heart was Shan Zai, so when he saw that he was subdued by the master, he left Zeng vigorously to come to take revenge. He walked to Shanzai's side without saying a word, raised his hand and drew a long sword mark on Shanzai's face, seeing Shanzai exhale in pain, Fang Ziming was very happy, and raised his hand to stab the second sword, but was held down by Lao Qinghe's arm. Fang Ziming asked with a smug face, "What did the master stop me from?"

Lao Qinghe said: "Don't be in a hurry, and ask for clarity as a teacher." He turned to Shanzi and asked, "Who are you waiting for? Why do you steal my Luofu Sword Sect?"

Shanzi said hatefully: "I'm sorry! Your three-legged cat swordsmanship is also worth learning from the master? If my master is here, your old dog can't make three moves in his hands!"

Lao Qinghe's heart froze: Could it be that there are really masters behind these two people? He continued to ask quietly, "Who is your master?"

Shan Tsai said: "My master is ...... Fight Tiger Arhat Ding Yu!" This name was fabricated by him temporarily, just hoping to bluff the other party. But Lao Qinghe was relieved a lot when he heard it, first of all, he had never heard of this number one person on the rivers and lakes, and secondly, only small characters at the bottom, such as the Jianghu men who sold martial arts along the street, would give themselves such a name, so he was very sure that this Ding Yu did not have much background. He deliberately smiled contemptuously: "Teach a disciple like you, your master can't be clever if he wants to!"

Shan Tsai really hit the plan, and immediately defended: "Master has only taught me for less than half a year, you have the ability to let me go, and I will lose to you again after half a year!"

Lao Qinghe's heart was like a thunderbolt from the sky: Half a year! This kind of skill, this kind of internal strength has only been practiced for half a year? I have practiced for more than 20 years, and my internal strength is only one or two times higher than this young man, if I let this young man go back to practice for another year or two, maybe even I am not his opponent -- is there any quick way for them, or is it a method of defying the heavens? He forcibly pressed down the excitement in his heart, but a trace of trilling in his voice betrayed him: "What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

No matter how stunned Shanzi was, he knew that this could not be revealed, he stared at the two people in front of him fiercely with a pair of eyes, but his mouth was firmly closed, and he didn't say a word. Lao Qinghe didn't answer even after asking a few words, but Fang Ziming next to him was annoyed, his long sword moved, and it was inserted into the ground from Shanzai's calf, Shanzai screamed miserably, but Fang Ziming felt more and more excited, he couldn't stop stirring the wound in his hand, and scolded in his mouth: "My master asks you something, you pariah dare to be hard-mouthed!"

However, the mountain boy was extremely tough, and he couldn't stop screaming and never answered. It's just that Zeng Dali next to him can't be indifferent, every scream of the mountain boy is like a sharp knife piercing his heart, his eyes are full of tears, his hands and feet are hard, crawling to this side little by little, shouting: "Let him go! Let go of my son, please! Whatever you want to ask, I will tell you!"

Shan Tsai turned his head and shouted at his father: "Don't tell them! these people are uneasy and kind...... Before the words fell, Fang Ziming's long sword was drawn, and the pain made him open his mouth again, Fang Ziming took the opportunity to send the blood-stained sword tip into his mouth. Zeng Dali's eyes were split, and he shouted loudly: "No~" Lao Qinghe kicked him in the chin and shouted: "Shut up! Your son is not dead yet!"

Sure enough, although he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were still rolling in horror, and his chest was rising and falling sharply. Fang Ziming sneered: "What does my master ask you, you honestly say it, if there is a lie, my sword will stab down an inch, and see if your son can bear a few lies!"

Zeng Dali was covered in cold sweat and soaked through his clothes, panting as if he had collapsed, and said urgently while panting: "Don't stab! Don't stab! I will answer truthfully." ”

Half an hour later, Lao Qinghe had already tortured the first three paragraphs of the Yi Muscle Forging Bone Chapter, a set of marksmanship and a set of knife skills from Zeng Dali's mouth. He immediately realized the value of it, and those two sets of martial arts were not enough, but the internal strength and mental methods were more than ten times higher than those of his own mental method! No wonder this father and son had only practiced such skills in half a year, but it was a pity that their master did not pass on the full set of mental techniques to them. If this sect can get a full set of mental methods, it is unknown that it may be able to leap into the ranks of the seven great sword sects! He whispered to Fang Ziming about the key points, Fang Ziming finally did not make a fuss about the young master's temper, and agreed to bring the father and son back to the sect to make detailed plans.

Luofu Sword Sect, head of the secret room.

He Yuandao, the sixteenth head of the Luofu Sword Sect, stared at the two thin sheets of paper in his hand, silently reciting word by word, his breathing gradually becoming heavier. After a long time, he folded the paper in his hand with great care, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the idea of immediately practicing the inner strength of the paper. He looked at the proud disciple Lao Qinghe who was standing in front of him, who was also the next head of his will, and said slowly: "It is indeed an extremely superior internal strength method, but unfortunately there are only three paragraphs, and there should be content later." ”

Lao Qinghe said respectfully: "What the master has seen is not bad, the Orion surnamed Zeng said that there are five stages in this set of exercises, but the monk has not completely passed on to them, and each time he only tells them the mantra of the next paragraph after practicing one section." ”

"Five paragraphs!" He Yuandao pondered for a long time and said, "Qinghe, the importance of this mental method to this sect does not need to be said by the teacher. It's just that since it came from the hands of a monk, this monk must have already practiced thoroughly, if so, I am afraid that no one in this sect can match it. ”

"Master Mingjian!" Lao Qinghe said: "This is exactly what the sky is forgiving, the hunter said that this monk appeared in Luofu Mountain half a year ago, and killed a tiger at that time. When the father and son, surnamed Zeng, found him, he was covered in bruises. At first, they thought it was the scars left when they killed the tiger, but later they learned that the monk was killed by the enemy, and before killing the tiger, he had suffered extremely serious internal and external injuries, and even the dantian was broken, and the tiger just added some external wounds. So far, his external injuries have healed, but the dantian in his body is still not improving, and he asked the people in the village to visit a famous doctor not long ago. It's just that this mountain village is remote, and the villagers can't go to the nearby county town at most, where can they find a famous doctor who can heal the dantian? It is inferred from the disciples that this monk now has no internal strength, and there are only one or two of the ten successful husbands left, so it is a good time for us to start!"

He Yuandao stood up and said in surprise: "The dantian is broken? It is really difficult for this monk to kill a tiger with such an injury! If the dantian is really broken, let alone a wild monk, it is the first seat of the Shaolin Luohan Hall, and there is no surplus of a few catties of brute force." Can you confirm that?"

Lao Qinghe affirmed: "The apprentice used the nine tortures of the torture hall on the father and son, and even the iron-beaten man had to confess the truth. ”

"Okay!" He Yuandao hammered the table and said resolutely: "You take the Luofu Thirty-six Swords to that mountain village, I promise you to act cheaply, no matter what, you will definitely capture the monk alive! ”

"Yes! Disciple obeys the master's orders!" Lao Qinghe was overjoyed, Luofu Thirty-six Swords is the most outstanding thirty-six swordsmen in this sect from the head and the elder down, and he himself is one of them, he has always only listened to the dispatch of the master, and now let him lead the team, which undoubtedly shows that he is a big step closer to the position of the head.