Leave Wan'an Temple.

Ye Xiao said to Zhao Min: "Miss Zhao, thanks to my cooperation this time, I successfully rescued the ten major sects, as a thank you for teaching you two martial arts now." ”

Zhao Min was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows, and said, "Is this true?!" She knew that Ye Xiao's martial arts were strong, and if she could learn martial arts from him, it would be much better than catching people from the ten major sects to steal martial arts.

Ye Xiao said: "What am I lying to you for?" After speaking, he said: "You can watch it!"

"Ah, wait ......" Before Zhao Min finished speaking, Ye Xiao had already practiced directly, the martial arts he wanted to teach Zhao Min was the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, and at the same time, before the drill, he had already chosen to [preach and teach] Zhao Min through the sect management system.

Due to the effect of [preaching and teaching], Zhao Min only felt that Ye Xiao's movements had been slowed down countless times in his eyes, and every move and style was clearly engraved in his mind.

After Ye Xiao finished practicing the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, he asked, "Miss Zhao, can you remember?"

Zhao Min was still a little stunned, this feeling was so amazing that she was a little stunned. It took a while to react, and subconsciously said, "I remember." ”

Ye Xiao nodded slightly, and said: "Very good, then I will teach you another martial art, this is a set of internal skills, if you can practice it to perfection, there will only be a few people in the world who can fight against you." As he spoke, he shook his body to Zhao Min's side, and before the latter could react, he grabbed her hand, and the internal force invaded her body, and traveled according to the running route of the toad gong, and at the same time quickly recited the mantra in his mouth.

The same role of [preaching and teaching] made Zhao Min effortlessly memorize the toad's running route and formula.

"Now that you have mastered the methods of these two martial arts, as long as you practice more in the future, these two martial arts will be enough for you to reach the top of the ranks of the top masters. Ye Xiao let go of Zhao Min's hand as he spoke, then turned his head to Fan Yao and said, "Right Envoy Fan, let's go." ”

Fan Yao next to him didn't know the magic of [preaching and teaching], and he was in a fog about the conversation between Ye Xiao and Zhao Min. At this time, when he heard Ye Xiao's words, he hurriedly responded and followed Ye Xiao.

Zhao Min was stunned in place for a while, and when she reacted, Ye Xiao and Fan Yao had already walked out of a distance, and she shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Ye Xiao was puzzled: "Miss Zhao, is there anything else?"

Zhao Min saw Ye Xiao staring at him, his pretty face turned red for no reason, and said, "Thank you." ”

Ye Xiao said lightly: "If you want to thank me, then you don't have to, these two martial arts are not only to thank you for cooperating with me to save the ten major sects, but also to compensate me for holding you hostage some time ago." ”

With that, he was about to leave. Zhao Min stopped him and said, "Didn't you want the black jade intermittent ointment, come back to the palace with me, and I'll fetch it for you." ”

Ye Xiao's mood was not high now, so he turned his head to Fan Yao and said, "Fan You, you go with Miss Zhao to get the black jade intermittent ointment, and after you get it, take it to Wudang Mountain for me and hand it over to Zhang Wuji." ”

When Zhao Min heard this, he was stunned and said, "No, I want you to go with me in person, otherwise I won't give it to you." ”

Ye Xiao squinted at her and said, "If you don't want to, forget it, I don't have to get the black jade intermittent cream." ”

"You ......" Zhao Min knotted angrily.

Ye Xiao turned around and left, Zhao Min shouted angrily, "Ye Xiao, you bastard!"

Ye Xiao didn't pay any attention to it, and his footsteps didn't stop. Fan Yao looked at Ye Xiao, then at Zhao Min, and wanted to catch up with Ye Xiao. Zhao Min said suddenly: "Master Ku, you go with me to get the black jade intermittent ointment." ”

Fan Yao was stunned for a moment and said, "County Lord, aren't you going to give it?"

Zhao Min pouted and said, "He doesn't want it, I want to give it!" he said, turning around and walking back angrily.

Fan Yao smiled bitterly and followed Zhao Min, he was not worried about danger, if he wanted to leave with his martial arts, most of them would not be able to stop him yet.

months later.

Returning from Mongolia to the Great Song Kingdom, after months of distraction, the haze in his heart has been removed, this day to the vicinity of Songshan in Henan, in a tea pavilion heard several Jianghu people say that recently the North Beggars Gang sent a hero post to invite heroes from all walks of life to go to Shaomu Mountain to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Hearing this news, Ye Xiao couldn't help but wonder, hasn't this Northern Beggars Gang gradually declined since Xiao Feng and Brother Xiao left, and now they are actually making such a big fuss about such a thing?

With doubts, Ye Xiao decided to go to Shaomu Mountain to take a look.

Shaomu Mountain is now a group of heroes, heroes from the two lakes and all over the south of the Yangtze River, heroes from Sichuan and Shaanxi, and heroes from Liangguang have arrived. The heroes are thousands of miles apart from the north and south, but they all arrive in one day, and it is obvious that the northern beggars have been preparing for a long time, and they have issued a heroic post as early as a month or two ago. For this move, the Shaolin side was really caught off guard, but it was also helpless.

On this day, the Shaolin monks first dealt with the monks on the sacred mountain and Zheluo Xing, followed by the fight with Gu Mozhi, interrogating Xuzhu, it has taken a lot of energy, and suddenly heroes from all directions have arrived, although there are many monks in the temple, but the matter is in a hurry, and it is inevitable that they will be in a hurry. Fortunately, the first master Xuanjing of Zhike Academy is a manager, and the temple is rich in production and materials, and the monks are under the assignment of Xuanjing, receiving the group of heroes, but there is no shortage of courtesies.

Overheard, the monk reported: "His Royal Highness Duan Duan, the southern king of Dali Town, has arrived. "For the death of Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple in the body of the "Wei Tuo pestle", Duan Zhengchun was ordered by the imperial brother to visit the abbot of Xuanci. Dali Duan is a friend of Shaolin Temple, coming at this moment, it is really a strong help, Xuan Ci was overjoyed, and said: "Is Dali Duan still in the Central Plains?" led the crowd to welcome out. Xuan Ci and Duan Zhengchun and his entourage Fan Hua, Hua Hegen, Ba Tianshi, Zhu Danchen and others have met for the second time, and after a few words of greeting, they will be welcomed into the palace and introduced to the heroes.

Later, a monk reported that Ding Chunqiu of the Xingzhu Sect had also arrived at Shaomu Mountain, and had fought with the people of the Murong clan at the foot of the mountain. Ding Chunqiu's killing of the two monks of Xuan Pain and Xuan Difficulty is the great enemy of the Shaolin faction. When the Shaolin monks heard that he had arrived on Shaomu Mountain, they made a noise when they boarded. Xuan Sheng shouted: "Today, everyone must be brave, capture Ding Lao Monster alive, and avenge the two senior brothers Xuan Yan and Xuan Pain." ”

Xuan Ci said loudly: "It's a guest from afar, let's salute first and then soldier." ”

The monks said in unison: "Yes." ”

Xuan Ci said again: "Senior brothers, all friends, let's go out and see how the Star Sect and the Murong Clan's tricks are?"

Qunxiong heard that the people of the Xingzhu Sect and the Murong Clan were fighting at the foot of the mountain, both of which had well-known names in the rivers and lakes, and they were already itching and waiting for his words. The young heroes with low seniority and anxious temperament rushed out in a swarm. Following the heroes from all walks of life, the Dali Guo Duan clan, and the monks of the temples, they walked out quickly. But hearing the sound of ping-pong choking, the Shaolin monks of the Hui generation sent out the blades of the master and uncle.

Four generations of Shaolin monks each held a sword and marched out of the temple. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the mountain gate, the monks who were sent to watch in the middle of the mountain rushed to report: "More than 1,000 disciples from the Xingzhu faction surrounded Murong Gongzi and others in the mid-mountain pavilion, and fought endlessly. Xuan Ci nodded, walked to the stone road and looked down the mountain, but saw that the black pressure was all human heads, but I was afraid that there were less than a thousand people.

It turned out that in the past few months, Ding Chunqiu opened the door widely, widely accepted the disciples, regardless of the ** green forest, the side door of the demon, as long as it is to worship the door, listen to his orders, then the people who come do not refuse, in just a few months, the Central Plains rivers and lakes bandits are like ants attached to the body, and the competitors are connected to the road.

I only heard the chaos under the mountain, and the disciples of the Star Sect shouted various slogans.

"The old immortal of the stars personally supervised the battle today, and naturally won all battles!"

"You demon clowns, you dare to resist the old immortals, this is really bold!"

"Quickly throw down your blade and beg the old immortal of the stars to spare your life!"

"The old immortal of the star is in Shaomu Mountain, and with a little finger, the Shaolin Temple immediately collapses. ”

The new disciples of the Xingzhu faction did not learn the skills, but first learned the art of flattering the master, and more than 1,000 people sang praises to their ears, and there was a song of merit and virtue on the Shaolin Mountain. Shaolin Temple has been built for thousands of years, and the sound of "Amitabha Buddha in the South" recited by the monks of the past dynasties, the sum of thousands of years, may be far less than the praise of the master of the Xingshu faction at this moment. Ding Chunqiu stroked his white beard and narrowed his eyes, scented, fluttering, like drunken wine.