Ye Lingwei looked at Wei Li with a strange expression, and suddenly smiled slyly: "Okay, tomorrow I will cook wine and wait for you to return!"

Wei Li didn't see Ye Lingwei's eyes, and said smugly: "Green ants are newly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove." If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of it? I really can't wait to think about it!"

Determined to break through the sixth floor of the Tower of Babel in one go, Wei Li got up early the next morning and went to the Tower of Babel in the back mountain. The winding path leads to the secluded place, and it is here that the bluestone-paved path is lined with tall trees, a few of which have withered their branches and leaves, and only a few leaves on each tree are stubbornly fighting against the harsh winter. The bluestone pavement was covered with fallen leaves, and Wei Li stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, adding to the quiet.

More than 1,000 meters forward, turning three bends, a thirteen-story pagoda, standing alone beside the cliff of the back mountain, like a sword piercing the sky.

Wei Li stabilized his mind, slowly adjusted his breathing and pace in accordance with the breathing method of "Yijin Jing", his heartbeat gradually became stable and powerful, his pace became more and more stable, his blood flowed, and his true qi hibernated in the dantian, but he could attack at any time and reach the peak state.

Walking to the tower, Wei Li did not look at the plaque with the three words "Tower of Babel", but firmly pushed open the tower door. The inside of the tower is as bright as day, and the entire floor is inlaid with nine night pearls, exuding a gentle light.

The tower is simply furnished, only a long book table, and in front of the book table sits a white-clothed scholar, who is holding a book and reading it carefully. Wei Li's push of the door "woke up" the scholar, he put down the book and raised his head, and sighed: "The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, and the plum flute has been changed three times, and there is no one in the moon." I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with tears in my eyes, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines. That's a very well-written word!"

Wei Li had the opportunity to take a closer look at this person's face, and saw that this person was in his thirties, with a delicate and handsome appearance, a slight wrinkle at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were clear and bright, but with a slight vicissitudes of life, as if he had infinite thoughts. Although Wei Li is not good at literature, he can also hear the infinite sadness in this word, "recalling his life in the sound of broken intestines", and he knows the emotion of a person who has been hurt by love when he hears it.

Of course, Wei Li disagreed with this negative thought, and said with a smile: "The younger generation prefers to "look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penggao person." ”

The scholar laughed at himself and said: "I'm too lonely, the corners of my little brother's eyebrows are flying, it's when I'm in high spirits, how can I resonate with this kind of word." Then he whispered: "I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is the matter with tears!" These words were read out by him in a suppressed voice, full of rhythm and rhyme, breaking Wei Likong's state of mind at once, and planting a trace of haze in his full confidence.

The scholar looked at Wei Li and said gently: "It has been nearly a year since no one dared to break through the Heavenly Tower in the Jingwu Sect, the little brother's courage is commendable, I don't know what kind of kung fu he practiced?"

Wei Li said respectfully: "Disciple practice Breaking Jade Fist!"

The scholar said: "Then let's break the jade fist and learn a few tricks?"

Of course, Wei Li would not refuse, and put on a jade fist starting posture, and said respectfully: "Please advise." ”

The middle-aged scholar got up and came to Wei Li's side, and said with a smile: "Little brother, just make a move!"

Wei Li didn't dare to be careless, and as soon as he made a move, he was the best at splitting three levels, and his left hand turned into three lightning bolts and slashed towards the top of the scholar's head. The scholar's palms are folded, if the door is latched, he uses "horizontal worship Guanyin", and the last hair comes first, accurately blocking all the three palms of Wei Li.

Wei Li's one move is out, and the next move is endless, followed by King Kong's tail, and then followed by "Wuding Kaishan" and "Stone Breaker", these four moves are already thought of by him, all of them are sharp moves, ordinary people can only choose to defend in the face of such a sharp attack, and then they will fall into his endless attacks like the Yangtze River, until he is defeated.

After this scholar used the "horizontal worship of Guanyin", Wei Li unexpectedly did not return his arm to accumulate strength, and then lunge forward, turning into a "starting hand style", and struck Wei Li between his waist and crotch with both palms, knocking Wei Li out, and all the moves behind Wei Li were not used.

The scholar did not attack again after knocking Wei Li away, Wei Li spun around, and there was a solemnity in his eyes. This scholar's luck skills are a hundred times better than him, ordinary people's arms must be withdrawn after exerting force, re-accumulating strength, in order to make another move, this scholar does not need to retract his arm, he can directly exert force.

After Wei Li stood up again, his mind was divided into two, one part focused on himself, and the other part was focused on the scholar, to see if he could perceive the scholar's move in advance.

Seeing that Wei Li did not have the slightest fear in his eyes, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, it is valuable not to be arrogant in victory, but not to be discouraged in defeat is the quality of a brave man. He saw that Wei Li had no intention of taking the initiative to attack, and like Wei Li, he attacked Wei Li with one move of "splitting three passes".

Wei Li is familiar with every move and style of the "Breaking Jade Fist", the scholar's left palm did not move, and Wei Li's heart poured into the scholar has already guessed that he is going to use this trick "Force Split Three Levels". He had already found out the way to crack this trick through Ye Lingwei, and he could use the power to turn behind the scholar by throwing bricks and attracting jade, and then make King Kong control the enemy. So Wei Li didn't hesitate to throw bricks and jade and the scholar's palms collided together, and then a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, shouting that it was not good, this scholar's hands were empty, and he didn't borrow the slightest strength.

The moment Wei Li was surprised, the scholar spit out vigorously and knocked Wei Li away. This time, he did not stop, but immediately followed up with the "Wuding Mountain" to attack Wei Li in the air.

In the crisis, Wei Li became more and more calm, his feet were coiled into a latch, and he used his feet to use his hands to "worship Guanyin" to block this trick to open the mountain. The scholar's palm slowed down by half a beat, avoiding Wei Li's seven-layer strength, and accurately hit Wei Li's leg, knocking Wei Li away again.

Because of preparation, Wei Li's palms staggered, patted on the tower wall, and then turned around, standing a foot away from the scholar.

The scholar praised: "It's rare not to make the same mistakes!"

Wei Li took the opportunity to say: "The senior's broken jade fist can always point directly at the weakness, can you tell the junior where the secret is?" As the saying goes, you can eat enough with a thick skin, and at this time, Wei Li doesn't care if the scholar is willing to tell him.

The scholar did not answer Wei Li, but chanted softly: "Ku Ding is Wen Huijun's cow relief, the touch of the hand, the shoulder is leaning, the foot is walking, the knee is kicking, the sound is loud, the knife is played, and it is not the alto." The dance of "Mulberry Forest" is the meeting of the "Sutra Head". ”

Wei Li lowered his head and pondered, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and after a while, a divine light burst out in his eyes, and he saluted the scholar and said, "Juniors understand, it's rhythm!"

The scholar sighed: "It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and it took me three days to understand this truth." ”

Wei Li did not attack again, but said to the scholar: "Dare to ask the senior daimyo?"

The scholar said: "My name is Chen Jialuo, are you going to quit?"

Wei Li shook his head and said, "I need to rest for one night and come back tomorrow." Then he turned and left the Tower of Babel.