Ling Lingqi thought to himself that if Situ Feng was really drunk, he couldn't theorize. So I had to follow her and walk towards the back mountain.

The Black Wind Fort is built on the mountain, and out of the backyard, it is the mountainside. Although this mountain is not very majestic, it is also high and dangerous, with a lot of clear springs and secluded pools, strange trees and strange stones. Situ Xue grew up in this mountain since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many times he has been to the back mountain. She took Ling Lingqi with her, and only picked up the secluded path. Fortunately, the moonlight was good, and I could vaguely see the road.

After a while, I came to a pavilion in the middle of the mountain. There is a cave behind the pavilion, there are doors and windows at the entrance of the cave, and it was originally a stone house built against the mountain.

Situ Xue said: "No one comes here on weekdays, you hide here first, and wait for the opportunity to go down the mountain tomorrow." ”

Ling Ling Qixin said: "It's okay to spend the night here, tomorrow when your father wakes up, I will go to meet this once famous sword in the world." My Tai Chi swordsmanship has been practiced until now, and I don't know how powerful it is, and it just happened to be a test with the sword in my sleeve. He nodded in agreement.

Situ Xue said: "Okay, I'm going back." ”

Ling Lingqi was stunned and said, "What, Miss Xie, it's so late, do you still want to return to the castle?" Situ Xue blushed and said, "Bah, there is only one room here, if I don't go back, where will I stay tonight?"

Ling Lingqi was stunned, and couldn't help but feel abrupt, and said, "Okay, I'll send you back." ”

Situ Xue glanced at him and wanted to refuse, but for some reason, he couldn't say anything. So he silently turned around and turned back the way he came, but acquiesced to let him send him off. Ling Lingqi followed her and sent her down the mountain.

The two walked one after the other, walking on the mountain road. The moon is like a silver plate, hanging obliquely in the air, illuminating the faint figures of the two people, also one after the other, walking slowly.

Since Situ Xue didn't speak, Ling Lingqi didn't know what to say. The mountain wind blows, and I only listen to the pine waves. Passing through a forest, I suddenly heard someone talking loudly outside the dense forest, and his tone was very annoyed, and he shouted: "I've been practicing for ten years, I don't believe it, this time it's not an opponent with a sword in my sleeve!"

Situ Xue was stunned and stopped. Ling Lingqi was also very curious, and he and Situ Xue quietly went over and looked behind the forest.

But in the dense forest, there was a clearing, and on the clearing, some people tied several bundles of bamboos and tied them in the mud. In the moonlight there was a man with a bald head, bare-chested, with bare arms, and the muscles on the arms were knotted and bronzed. But he was a monk.

This monk seems to be middle-aged, but he is very strong, his feet are firmly on the horse, his fists are raised, and he suddenly lifts his breath, only to hear the explosion of the bone joints, and he has reached a very high level of horizontal kung fu.

The monk punched straight up and down, punching hard, and the fist wind was extremely loud. Suddenly, he exhaled in a deep voice, turned his fist into a palm, and with a straight palm, with a click, the palm passed through a bunch of bamboos, and the tightly tied bamboos were actually cracked in response to his hands. The strength in his palm was no less than that of a sword.

When Ling Ling saw it, he couldn't help but be surprised, to know that the bamboo was tough and elastic, although it was densely arranged, it could be pierced with one palm, and it was obvious that the horizontal practice of kung fu had reached the point of perfection.

Situ Xue also opened her mouth wide and almost screamed.

The monk's punches are getting faster and faster, each punch is heavy and powerful, but the foot is a pile step, although there is no plum blossom pile, but he has already practiced to the point of being extremely skilled, there is no pile, there is not much difference. Every time he threw a few punches, he would break the bamboo bundle with his palm, and the move was extremely fierce, which was obviously a Shaolin martial art.

Suddenly, the monk rolled on the ground and flicked up, already with a pair of short sticks in his hands. Shaolin stick art is famous all over the world, and there are fewer people who use short sticks. It's just that the short stick is more difficult to practice and more varied. Ling Lingqi also occasionally practiced the Shaolin stick technique, so he knew a little bit about it.

But I saw the monk with a pair of short sticks in his hands, dancing vigorously. High four flat frame, progress whirlwind stride, roll body paving brocade, turn to five flowers to ride a horse, left turn to progress short play. Then the swallow drinks water, the progress wears the sleeves, the immortal sits, one move and one style, all of which are short and powerful.

Ling Lingqi nodded secretly, and said in his heart: "This person's Shaolin stick skills are almost not below me." Without more than ten years of Ruogong, you will definitely not be able to practice this realm. ”

The monk suddenly jumped to his feet, his body spun in the air, and the short stick in his hand swept across a bundle of bamboos. There are about two or three branches in that bundle of moso bamboo, and when this stick goes up, at least two-thirds of the moso bamboo breaks in response.

The monk stood with his stick in his hand and nodded, as if very satisfied. He put down the short stick, and suddenly put his head down on his feet, supported the ground with his head, and put his hands behind his back, and stood upside down, and never moved again.

Ling Lingqi knew that this was a Shaolin monk's practice method, and he would not collect the exercises for an hour or two, so he gently pulled Situ Xue's sleeve, quietly retreated behind the dense forest, and walked far away, and then said in a low voice: "This monk is very good at martial arts, Miss Xie, you go and tell the Lord of Black Wind Castle that you have to be more careful." ”

Situ Xue also knew that the monk was at stake, and his face was worried, so he hurried back to the fort at the moment. Ling Lingqi found a sheltered mountain rock outside the fort, meditated cross-legged, and waited for the dawn to enter the fort to meet the sword in his sleeve.

When it was dawn, I heard the sound of crying and fighting from the fort. Ling Lingqi was a little curious, and immediately sneaked into the fort, but heard the crying sound coming from the "cave room".

He hid on the roof, but saw that the door of the house had already opened, and a woman was wearing a cloak, rolling all over the ground, wailing and crying, it was Jiu Niang. Behind her stood a tall man, angry and scolded: "You vinegar jar, tell me quickly, where did you hide Lao Tzu's bride?"

Jiuniang cried: "You want to ask your baby daughter about this, but what are you blaming me for?"

The man was furious, slapped him, and scolded: "Slut, you still dare to be hard-mouthed, and you dare to pull this matter on Xue'er." Hmph, Xue'er is a yellow flower girl, how can she do such a thing?"

Ling Lingqi couldn't help but laugh secretly. At this moment, I suddenly saw Situ Xue running over and said, "Daddy, I saw a monk who is good at martial arts, and he is only afraid that he is here to seek revenge on you." ”

That man was none other than Situ Feng, the lord of Black Wind Castle, and Ling Lingqi saw that he was not too old, so he thought that he was very well maintained. With a long white face and long hair, he wears a long cloth shirt, but he has the style of ancient sages and seclusion.

Situ Feng listened, frowned and said, "Did you really see that the person who came was a monk?"

Situ Xue nodded and said: "Yes, yes, this monk can be harmed, his palms are sharper than knives, and he can pierce through the bamboo wall with one palm." ”

Situ Feng sneered and said: "This is the hard skill of the Shaolin faction, although it is at stake, but if you rely on this bit of effort, you want to challenge the old man, and you can't help it." ”

Before he could say a word, he suddenly heard someone outside the courtyard shouting, the sound was like a bronze bell, and said: "Yes, the poor monk is the one who does not measure himself. "Then a person jumped down from the courtyard wall, it was the Shaolin monk.

Situ Feng glanced at the monk a few times, and suddenly smiled: "Who is my Dao, it turns out to be Master Kuzhu." After a decade, the old man lived in seclusion here, and he couldn't imagine that the master would persevere, and he would find this place again, I don't know what to see?" )