The man in purple said: "No one in the Huailing Sect's 'Joy and Anger Shuanghou' knows that he had the honor to witness the divine skills of the two seniors three years ago. 'Chang Nu Hou' Mo Xi's predecessor has a wonderful 'Xuanyin Gong', and his palms are amazing, and 'Chang Xihou's' 'Haoyang Gong' is the best with his legs. That year, Lu and several senior brothers passed through Yanjing, and saw two seniors on the outskirts of the mountains and wilderness, killing eight golden masters in a row, which was very happy, and made us and other juniors admire and admire. Could it be that Brother Shouzheng's neck injury is related to the two seniors?"

Yan Shouzheng wiped the back of his neck and said with a smile: "Brother Lu doesn't know, my Uncle Moxi is good at martial arts by nature, and he often learns martial arts with his own disciples. On the road yesterday, someone said that someone and Uncle Mo had a move to dismantle, and within three times, he was grabbed by Uncle Mo by the back of the neck with the 'rain and clouds'. I didn't want Uncle Mo's 'Xuanyin Gong' to be so profound, so he left this fingerprint just by grabbing it on his neck, which bothered Brother Lu.

When the purple-clothed man heard this, he bowed his head slightly and said: "When Mo Xi's predecessor killed the 'One-eyebrow Saint King', a good hand of the Jin people, he used this 'Rain and Cloud Hand', which is really very good. I saw him thoughtful, as if he was recalling the scene at that time. The blue-shirted young man beside him looked at the sky, and immediately whispered a few words in the purple-clothed man's ear, which made him come back to his senses.

The purple-clothed man hugged his fists and said to Pei: "The 'Hidden Dragon Gate' and the 'Huailing Sect' have been friends for decades, and they have a deep affection for each other. There is something important in the next time, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, and Lu Minghui is waiting for the two of them at the time of the unitary 'Gathering Immortal Palace' tonight, and he said goodbye. ”

Yan and Pei each said a few polite words and sent the two out of the room. Yan Shouzheng saw the man in purple go away, covered the door lightly, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity. Pei Fang, on the other hand, leaned back on the bench, gulping tea, his forehead and back were covered with sweat, as if he had experienced a life-and-death battle. He used the two fingers of his right hand to point at the two acupoints of "Shenfeng" and "Qihu" on his left chest, and found that the previous itching sensation was gone, and immediately said happily: "Senior brother, that antidote really works!"

Yan Shouzheng looked at his embarrassed appearance, scolded a few times in his heart for "waste" and "stupidity", sat on the chair, and laughed "hey": "Don't be happy too early, that old guy only gave half of the antidote, just let you and me live for three more months." After three months, if there is no antidote for the other half, you will die. ”

When Pei Fang heard this, his originally flushed face turned slightly white, and he said, "But senior brother, didn't we steal the Huai Ling Diagram at all, how could we get the antidote from that person." No... I don't know what other good strategies the senior brother has, but the junior brother's life is all handed over to the senior brother. ”

Yan Shouzheng's face was quite unhappy, and he said coldly: "You don't have to worry about this matter, Senior Brother Pei, you just need to take care of your mouth and put your head smarter." After that, he made tea and drank it, and no longer paid attention to Pei Fang. Pei Fang looked contemptuous and unhappy in his heart, but after all, he didn't dare to say more, turned around and muttered a few words, and didn't know what to say.

Let's say that after the purple-clothed man Lu Minghui said goodbye to Yan and Pei, he walked all the way with the blue-shirted boy Zhou Zixin and went straight to the west. Zhou Zixin always walked behind Lu Minghui, his demeanor was very respectful, but there was a little melancholy between his eyebrows. After the two of them had done half a pillar of incense, Zhou Zixin opened his mouth and asked Lu Minghui: "Senior Brother Lu, senior brother has the courage to ask senior brother to solve his doubts." ”

When Lu Minghui heard this, he didn't stop taking a step, turned around and smiled: "Is the junior brother suspicious of what the senior brother did?" Zhou Zixin hurriedly said: "Senior brother doesn't dare, it's just..."

Lu Minghui didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and said: "Zixin, don't guess anymore, the two brothers Yan and Pei are really suspicious of their behavior today. But the senior brother has been friends with him for nearly ten years, and he has his own sense of proportion. If I say it to my face, it will inevitably make all four of them embarrassed and difficult to end. Now that this 'talking about military and martial arts' event is imminent, we Bixian disciples should have the style of everyone and not act recklessly. Besides, you and I, as disciples of the 'Hidden Dragon Gate', don't our masters always teach us to see what we should do and have a great heart?" Zhou Zixin listened, his face was ashamed, and he said repeatedly: "Senior brother is teaching!"

But he still felt in his heart that Yan and Pei were different, and secretly thought that after the hero's banquet, he would definitely get out of the way.

It turned out that the man in purple was Lu Minghui, the second disciple of Yang Xiuye of "Bixian Palace" and "Hidden Dragon Gate", and the blue-shirted boy was his junior brother Zhou Zixin. The disciples of Bixian Palace are listed as "Xiu, Ming, Zi, and Po", Lu Minghui is the second generation of disciples, and Zhou Zixin, Ning Zijie, and Lin Ziyu are all three generations of disciples.

Because of the strict rules of the "Bixian Palace", Zhou Zixin behaved respectfully to his senior brother Lu Minghui and did not offend him in the slightest. The two of them were originally sent by Yang Xiuye to go to the "Four Elephant Pagoda", but when Lu Minghui passed through the "Pengxian Pavilion", he happened to hear that the "Huailing Sect" had moved here, so he went to visit with Zhou Zixin.

Because Dai Lingyue, the former owner of the "Hidden Dragon Gate", and Ming Rufeng, the former head of the "Huailing Sect", are close friends in life and death, so for more than 30 years, the two sides have always been friendly, so Lu Minghui met Yan and Pei ten years ago. He knows that he is upright and thoughtful, while Pei Fang is a little timid and honest, but both of them are not bad-hearted, and Lu Minghui naturally does not suspect it.

The two of them talked and acted, and in a blink of an eye they had arrived in front of the "Four Elephant Tower". The "Four Elephant Towers" are lined up in an inverted herringbone, and Lu Minghui and Zhou Zixin went straight to the highest copper tower in the middle. This tower has a total of 10 levels, stand at the bottom of the tower and look up, the copper tower is like countering with the sky, very majestic.

Lu Minghui faced the two black iron gates at the bottom of the tower, lightly buckled the copper knocker on them, and hit seven times in a row, four short and three long. Just listen to the sound of "boom", the iron door weighing more than 1,000 catties will open in response, revealing the wide stone steps in the tower. When the two of them entered, Lu Minghui also lightly buckled the copper ring, but at this time, it was a method of three long and four short, and the iron door was slammed shut.

Yang Xiuye, the current owner of the "Hidden Dragon Gate", is a rare genius in the "Bixian Palace", he was talented and intelligent when he was young, familiar with the art of astronomy and war, and the skillful art of the mechanism, and he likes to study the law of the soldier and the study of the organ on weekdays, and he is also a peculiar martial art, which integrates the art of war with martial arts moves, and is called "three thousand plotters".

And the principle of self-opening and self-closing of the iron door at the bottom of the tower is that he is based on the ancient books, and the iron door is connected with a spring steel shaft, which is extremely exquisite, and is admired by the disciples of Bixian Palace.

Lu Minghui and Zhou Zixin walked up the stairs until they stopped on the ninth floor, and then turned around and entered a large corridor. Yang Xiuye has always preferred a pure realm, and if he is concentrating on the sea of books, he will not tolerate the slightest noise. Therefore, the two of them held their breath and were very cautious.

About half a pillar of incense passed, two black jade doors appeared in front of Lu and Erren. The stone gate is more than a zhang high, mixed with one color, and there is no impurity.

Lu Minghui knocked on the stone door with his finger and said respectfully: "Master, disciples Minghui and Zixin are ordered to come. ”

"Are the two masters of no fool and no madness already on the Giant Sword Peak?" I only heard a deep voice coming from inside the door, although it was a faint sentence, but it was directed at the hearts of the people, which shocked people.

Lu Minghui replied: "The disciple has welcomed the two masters to the 'Qingshui Pavilion', and the master can rest assured. ”

The man inside the door said slowly, "That's very good. Minghui and Zixin, after the 'Hero's Banquet' is over, you will borrow the "Maha Prajnaparamita Sutra" and the "Sketch Prajnaparamita Sutra" from the two masters for your teacher. In the past few days, the teacher has been slightly disturbed and upset, and wants to read Buddhist scriptures to seek purity. ”

Lu and Zhou said in unison: "Obey the master's orders!" The people inside the door said: "Say hello to the two masters on behalf of the teacher, you can retreat." The two men outside the door answered "yes" and slowly left, disappearing into the corridor.

Inside the black jade gate, Yang Xiuye held the book and read, leaning on a large yellowstone chair with a solemn expression. I only saw that he had a strand of white hair on each sideburn, and some fine lines faded out of the corners of his eyes, showing a slight vicissitudes of life, probably forty or fifty years old, but his face was like red jade, his eyes were slightly exposed, and there was a faint sense of arrogance between his eyebrows.

He kept his eyes on the book "The Art of War" in his hand, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "Friends outside the window, the wind at the top of the tower hurts your body, why don't you come in and drink a cup of coarse tea and discuss the military book in your hand with the old man?"

As soon as these words came out, but when I heard the sound of "bang", a man in red flashed in from the window. When he ascended, the strong wind outside the tower suddenly poured in, blowing the indoor books and workplaces in all directions. Yang Xiuye frowned slightly, waved his left sleeve, and firmly closed the iron window with an invisible force. The red-clothed man had no expression on his face, and he came very violently, and he jumped straight towards Yang Xiuye, with both palms out, one move and three styles, attacking Yang Xiuye's upper, middle and lower three ways.

Yang Xiuye didn't seem to see it, he was still looking at the scroll, not moved by the scene in front of him. But look at his left sleeve horizontally, and two fingers pointed directly at the "Great Mausoleum" on the wrists of the man in red. The man in red suddenly felt that his moves were restricted, he straightened his right hand, slapped out his side palm, and struck three times in a row, all of which were turned away by Yang Xiuye, and the false moves in his palm were gone, so he turned his palm into a claw, specializing in Yang Xiuye's middle lane.

Yang Xiuye's left foot lightly stepped on the ground, and his left palm came out closely, but his body did not move at all. Although the palms of the man in red were extremely fast, Yang Xiuye was actually faster than him. The two of them made dozens of moves, and it was difficult to separate, but Yang Xiuye only used one palm to defeat the power of the red-clothed man's palms, and the victory or defeat was obvious.

I saw that the man in red suddenly hit the "Zhongzhu acupoint" on the back of Yang Xiuye's hand, and his left palm stretched out two fingers slightly to reach Yang Xiuye's palm. Yang Xiuye said "Huh", and when he landed, he only felt a strange hot true qi pouring into the left palm "Lao Gong Acupoint", and he was shocked, and he was busy shaking the palms of the red-clothed man away with internal strength. The man in red felt his arms numb, jumped backwards, and landed firmly on a white jade table.

Yang Xiuye put down the scroll in his hand, his luck was tested, and he didn't feel that the acupuncture veins were occluded, so he slowly got up and said to the red-clothed man: "Where is the kung fu master of the 'Red Refining Hand' and the 'Flame Finger' under his feet?" The originally cold face of the red-clothed man smiled slightly, and saluted Yang Xiuye with a fist: "The younger generation is easy to be born, and he has the courage to ask the seniors for advice, and he is offended. ”