The moonlight was cold, and in the Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, Lin Langzhao quietly entered without making any sound. www.biquge.info The two serious scholars were working hard to study the martial arts secrets in their hands, and they naturally did not find out about Lin Langzhao's arrival. But this doesn't mean that others can't find out, so Lin Langzhao quietly entered, and then quietly withdrew, without disturbing the two of them at all.

On the back hill there are people living in several thatched houses, and there seems to be a Qiao couple living in them. However, Lin Langzhao was not interested in them, at least not at the moment, because the person he was interested in had already come to him, and again, he didn't make any noise.

The gray monk's clothes, white eyebrows and white beard, as well as the unchanging compassion, are naturally the sweeping monks in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Lin Langzhao entered and exited the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, naturally not for Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

"The little layman finally came, and the old man already knew that according to the talent of the little layman, it wouldn't be long before he was rescued and found the old man, but he didn't expect that the little layman had already figured it out in just three days. ”

Lin Langzhao listened to the tone of the sweeping monk, as if he had expected him to come, just like when facing Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in the future, there was almost no difference in the tone. Such a sweeping monk did make Lin Langzhao a little incomprehensible, so Lin Langzhao still just stood quietly, and after a long time he asked, "Old monk, why do you help me?"

"This has to ask the little layman himself, or the sword in the little layman's hand. Buddhism is universal to all sentient beings, but the little layman is an extremely interesting outlier among all sentient beings, and the old man helps the little layman, which can be regarded as relieving the curiosity in his heart, crossing others and himself, why not?"

Lin Langzhao was even more puzzled when he heard this: "Crossing people and crossing yourself, old monk, are you sure you don't have a fever, how can I have the ability to cross you." ”

"Yes, little layman doesn't know, your sword is the best answer. The old monk said with a smile.

Lin Langzhao stopped talking, but slowly pulled out the Snow Phoenix Ice King Flute from his waist and held it horizontally in front of him. Everything is as calm as this night sky, whether it is the expression of the sweeping monk or Lin Langzhao, the two of them don't seem to have the intention of making a move, but looking at the movements of Lin Langzhao and the sweeping monk, although they have not started, but the move has been completed, and they are clearly ready to make a move.

The expression on Lin Langzhao's face suddenly flashed a trace of surprise, and then suddenly his right hand flicked, and the figure jumped in front of the sweeping monk, the flute slashed horizontally, and in Lin Langzhao's hand, it was no different from the long sword, the sword qi brought up by the gentle oblique slash, even a master like the sweeping monk had to shoot in the face of this sword.

In this life, who can force the sweeping monk to take action in advance?

Qiao Feng couldn't do it, Xiao Yuanshan Murong Bo couldn't do it, and Murong Fu couldn't do it, not to mention that the sweeping monk at this moment turned around and chuckled, making a flower outfit in his right hand, and he didn't know when a dead leaf appeared on his fingertips.

Lin Langzhao's pupils shrank, although this dead leaf was inconspicuous, but he suddenly understood at the same time that this dead leaf fell into the hands of the sweeping monk, and the doubts in the past were suddenly realized at this moment.

"It turns out that I have never learned to use a sword......"

A light sigh caused a round of praise to rise on the face of the sweeping monk, but the moves of the two did not converge at all. Flower finger, one of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, but at this moment, in Lin Langzhao's eyes, this is not a flower finger. No one can use the fingers so brilliantly, and no one can do it all in one fingering. If it is said that the supernatural is an evaluation of martial arts practiced to the extreme, then all-encompassing is that it has broken through this limit, no matter which kind of martial arts is used, but whenever it is shot, it will bring all its martial arts comprehension.

It was a realm, and everyone knew about it, but it was a realm that most people couldn't reach no matter how much they cultivated. This is quite similar to the Sword Heart Tongming and the Dao Heart Cultivation Demon, and the Dao Heart Cultivation Demon exists as a cultivation method, so some people can cultivate according to this method, like Han Bai later. But the sword heart is more like a realm, everyone knows that Cihang Jingzhai has a sword heart and a clear heart, but everyone doesn't know how to achieve the sword heart is clear. Concubine Xuan knew it, and Qin Mengyao also knew it, but it was only because they had all reached such a realm that they knew what Jian Xin Tongming was.

One thought, one sword.

One leaf, enlightenment.

The Snow Phoenix Ice King Flute is worthy of being a rare divine weapon in the world, even the withered leaves containing the internal power of the sweeping monk were shattered in front of it, but even so, Lin Langzhao still stopped.

"When I first started learning swords, I was given a set of sword dances, but fortunately, I practiced the basics since I was a child, so I quickly got started when I learned swords, and with this set of swordsmanship, I defeated the famous young talents of the time. But I met the world's number one master at that time, and she told me if I wanted to learn swords from him, and I naturally agreed. ”

"She taught me a lot, but because of some chances, I not only understood the sword, but also the existence of the will. So my sword became very strange, it was obviously a set of peerless sword dances, but in my hands it was full of murderous aura, and it was even more because of the internal force in my body that went berserk later. Fortunately, at that time, I saw another person with a sword, and it was a moonlit night, and I saw the most brilliant swordsmanship in the world. That sword hurt me badly, and it made me realize that I had gone astray. So I chose to comprehend my own sword. ”

Lin Langzhao said indifferently, the sweeping monk still smiled as a quiet listener, and the tacit understanding between the two remained as always.

"Since that time, I have come into contact with the mountain dwelling and asking the water, and taking the mountains and rivers as the sword intent, although I have gained a lot, but I have forgotten that the sword intent of the mountain dwelling and the sword trick of asking the water are indeed still passed down from the Tibetan Sword Villa. Then, the Heavenly Dao Sword has no sword and no self, but I am not a pure Yangmen person, and I still can't fully comprehend this set of swordsmanship, although the power of forcible use is amazing, but I ignore one point, this is still not the swordsmanship I pursued from the beginning, what I want is my own swordsmanship. ”

"Old monk, you have made me understand the fact that although I think I understand the realm of no tricks, I still can't compare with Dugu in comparison. Whether the flower finger just now is the real flower finger is no longer a question in my heart, I just want to create a set of my own swordsmanship, re-practice the sword, start from scratch, my sword, after all, is still my own sword. “

Hearing this, the sweeping monk nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "The little layman thinks that he has gone astray, but he must also understand that no matter what it is, it is the blessing of the layman, and if it is not for the deep blessing of the layman, he will not gain so much understanding." I believe that the layman also understands the problem of three days ago at this moment, and the old man believes that the layman will definitely be able to create his own swordsmanship. ”

"Come with the dream, be at peace with the encounter. I've never been a person who deliberately pursues anything, since it's already doomed, why not enjoy the joy along the way, old monk, now my doubts are lifted, and I also understand that I haven't reached the realm where everything in the world can be a sword, why don't you take my sword again?"

The sweeping monk was stunned when he heard this, but he saw a smile suddenly cross the corner of Lin Langzhao's mouth, and his right hand gently took the body of the piano from behind him, and held it in his arms with his left hand. In the next second, the sweeping monk's face changed abruptly, and he picked up the fallen leaves on the ground with his right hand, and walked towards Lin Langzhao without hesitation.

Lin Langzhao's face remained unchanged, and his right hand gently brushed the strings, and the fallen leaves broke in response, accompanied by a scattered piano sound. (To be continued.) )