No one saw how Hui Shan snatched the sword, but he came to Liu Shaoqing with the sword of interrogation and said, "The thing is returned to the original owner." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Liu Shaoqing hesitated for a moment and did not take the sword. Hui Shan said with a smile: "Does the donor think that an outsider retrieved the sword for you, and your self-esteem can't stand it?" Liu Shaoqing was secretly surprised, but he didn't expect him to see through his heart at a glance, and nodded and said: "The sword was taken back by the seniors, and the juniors dare not take it, and they don't want to take it." Huishan said: "Sometimes shame is not a bad thing, and it is inevitable that you will encounter one or two shameful things in life, even if you are a swordsman." If all the swordsmen had the mentality of dying if they were not victorious, there would not be so many great swordsmen in the world. Shame is also a kind of power, and this sword is your shame, which will only spur you to keep going. When you put down the sword one day, the shame will no longer exist. Liu Shaoqing said movingly: "Seniors, don't you mean that there is no sword in your hand, but there is a sword in your heart?" Hui Shan smiled: "It's not a big deal to have a sword in your heart, and no sword in your heart is the upper realm." Liu Shaoqing exclaimed: "If a swordsman doesn't have a sword in his heart, is he still a swordsman?" Hui Shan said: "It's up to the donor to find the answer himself." The poor monk now only asks the donor, will the sword be taken or not?"

Liu Shaoqing stared at the love sword, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which had always been calm and calm. Taking over the sword means accepting the shame, and I don't know how much effort it takes to remove this burden, and once it can't be removed, the shame will stay with you for life. If it weren't for the swordsman with great determination, he wouldn't dare to bear such a shame, but Liu Shaoqing slowly stretched out his hand to take it and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

Wushu glared at Wan Yan Chang and said, "What is my uncle stunned about!" Wan Yan Chang said with palpitations: "This monk is deeply hidden, the old man is only afraid that he is not an opponent, and he has to leave the old general." Wushu said to Wan Yan: "The great cause of my country is all counting on the old general, and I ask the old general to work hard." Wan Yanli couldn't see the depth of Hui Shan, but he couldn't stand the urging of the vultures, so he had to take the order, came behind Hui Shan and shouted: "Old monk, you come to pick up my punch." Hui Shan turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and said coldly: "The donor called Wan Yan Li?" Wan Yan Li said: "It's the old man." Hui Shan said: "During the Yanjing martial arts competition, did the donor seriously injure two Shaolin monks?" Wan Yan said: "Are you talking about silence and lawlessness?" Hui Shan nodded and said: "They are all poor monks' teachers and nephews. Luo Tianchu and the three of them were shocked, only then did they know that he was the abbot of Shaolin and the first uncle of the Dharma Academy, and his seniority was so high, no wonder he had amazing attainments, and his heart was even more respectful.

Wan Yanli said lightly: "Do you want to avenge them?" Hui Shan said: "Wuyin has been in good shape for a year, but Wulu has been seriously injured and died." The donor's martial arts are far superior to theirs, and as long as they use a little means, they will know the difficulties and retreat, so why should they hurt others with heavy hands? Although we monks talk about compassion, Buddhist disciples cannot be bullied. Wan Yanchang said: "Aren't your Buddhists paying attention to putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot? Isn't the monk now holding a butcher's knife to seek revenge?" Huishan's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed, and he said: "If my Buddha can't even protect the disciples of Buddhism, how can I talk about saving the suffering and saving all sentient beings." The poor monk wants to do the duty of King Kong and seek justice for Shaolin. ”

Wan Yanli suddenly laughed, he was still a little cautious and uneasy, but now his pride was all stimulated, and he shouted: "Okay! When the old man injured them, he thought that one day Shaolin would come to take revenge, what is the old man afraid of! Shaolin 72 stunts are just fists and embroidered legs in the eyes of the old man, but I want to see how you seek justice." ”

Hui Shan said: "The poor monk used the lawless "Yijin Sutra" and the silent "Mighty Vajra Palm" to teach the benefactor's high skills. Wan Yanli smiled: "I want to see what the difference is!" said that he took a step forward, and used the internal strength of the competition when he defeated Wulu, when Wulu was forced to spurt blood from his mouth, so he died on the spot. And Hye-sun did not move, her cloudy eyes became clear and bright like the water in the Lake of Our Lady, and her wrinkled skin became rosy and shiny, as if she was twenty years younger. Wan Yan was close to the front, the internal force was raised to the peak, the real air in the temple was rushing, the wind suddenly rose, Luo Tianchu and the others couldn't stand it, and retreated to the wall, you can imagine how strong the pressure is under in the storm. However, Huishan's expression remained unchanged and calm, as if bathed in the sunshine and spring breeze.

Wan Yanli's expression was grim, and he used the "Tiger Roaring Divine Fist". I heard a loud roar like a tiger's roar, and a hammer-like fist slammed down with the might of the wind. Luo Tianchu and the three of them secretly pinched a cold sweat for Huishan. Who knew that Hye-sun just took a sideways step, and dodged his fist, not affected by his aura in the slightest. With a "boom", the temple wall outside Sanzhang was punched out of a big hole by the fist wind, and the gravel and sawdust fell to the ground. Wan Yanli was not surprised, and then blasted out the second, third, and fourth punches, and Hui Shan easily dodged them as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, and the temple wall was full of holes. Wan Yanli's fist speed is not very fast, others can't dodge it all because of the aura on the fist, only people whose internal strength is higher than him can not be controlled, it can be seen that Huishan's internal force is better than him, and it is also better than Lingjun. Ling Junlai back then couldn't hide so easily.

Hye-sun wanders around the temple and dodges the Nine Punches. The others also moved silently to avoid being swept away by the residual strength of the fist wind. Wanyan Li saw Huishan retreat to the front of the Buddha statue, and suddenly his heart moved, thinking that this monk was dedicated to the Buddha, and he could not bear to sit back and watch the Buddha statue being shattered, so he carried the 'Tiger Roar Divine Fist' with ten successful powers, and hit the Buddha statue like the sky and the earth cracked. Hye-sun really didn't dodge anymore, and struck out with one palm. His thin arms were covered with a layer of skin like bones, and his palms were thin like chicken feet, and he was only heard whispering: "King Kong Palm." I don't know if it was an illusion or something, in that moment, his arm became thicker, and his palm became even more huge, like the palm print of the Buddha, which could be infinitely expanded. Wan Yanli's iron fist seemed to hit a "palm wall". The sound of the collision shook the broken temple and buzzed, and the surging air seemed to blow the temple down.

Luo Tianchu and the others all used their internal strength to protect their bodies, so they were not injured. Wan Yanli's body slid backwards quickly, and smashed through the temple wall with a bang, but it still didn't stop, leaving two tracks on the ground with his feet, and finally stabilized his body on the edge of the dirt slope, and then squatted on the ground and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Hui Shan also slid backwards, but when he found that there was a Buddha statue behind him, his legs were immediately nailed there, and he never retreated, and the Buddha statue behind him only shook twice, intact. Hye-sun's face first turned pale, then red, and then returned to his normal color, but he did not vomit blood, and the victory or defeat was already known.

Wan Yanli wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, walked back to the temple, and said loudly: "The old man is defeated, Shaolin martial arts are broad and profound, the old man only peeked at the tip of the iceberg before, and he is really a frog at the bottom of the well." Hui Shan bowed his head and said: "The donor is true and true, and the poor monk has also been taught." Wan Yan said: "The monk wants to avenge Wulu, now is the right time." Huishan sighed: "Although the donor is ruthless, if he does not go to the martial arts competition, he will not be killed. The poor monk just wanted to correct the name of Shaolin. Wan Yan said: "The monk's knowledge is really good, and the old man admitted it this time." ”

Wushu saw that it was impossible for them to kill Luo Tianchu today, so he asked Hui Shan, "Do the monks want to kill me?" Hui Shan said: "Poor monks never kill. Wushu said: "Then will you let us go?" Huishan smiled: "The road is under the feet of the donor, when to go, how to go, it all depends on the donor." Wushu didn't understand the Zen machine he said, moved away from him step by step, stood behind Wan Yanli and Wan Yan Chang before his expression calmed down a little, and said to Luo Tianchu: "Lord Luobao, you can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime, this matter is far from over." Luo Tianchu said: "Of course it's not over, today's kindness will definitely be repaid to the prince." Wushu sneered, turned around and walked out of the temple gate, Wan Yan Chang also followed, turned back to Wan Yan Li and said, "Isn't the old general leaving?" Wan Yan Li said: "The two of you go first, and the old man still has a few words to ask this monk." After Yan Chang nodded, he and Wushu went back to the city first. (To be continued.) )