Hearing the sound of Hong Jin's clothes breaking through the air, the person who came frowned slightly, and suddenly turned around.

Hong Jin was caught off guard and almost hit the man's body, he couldn't help but be startled, and quickly paused.

"Who the hell are you, why did you break into Shaolin at night?" Hong Jin saw that the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, so he shouted in a low voice.

The visitor looked at Hong Jin carefully, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Who are you?

Hong Jin couldn't help but be shocked, Jiuyang Divine Skill is a big secret, there are very few people in the world who know the Dao, if it is leaked, I am afraid it will cause a bloody storm.

What's more, just from his body, the people who came knew that he had the foundation of Jiuyang Divine Skill, such eyesight was really terrifying, who was this person?

Through the night, Hong Jin saw that the other party was a thin old man, with strange bones, big hands and feet, quite elegant, not like a bad person.

"Let's do it, let me try your skills?" Seeing that Hong Jin didn't answer, the person who came beckoned to Hong Jin and said with a smile.

Hong Jin Daosheng was offended, and the seemingly fluttering palm was imprinted towards the person who came.

In this palm, Hong Jin is really full of internal strength, even if it is a bluestone slab, it can be broken with one palm.

Since receiving the guidance of Master Xuancheng, Hong Jin's comprehension of Jiuyang Divine Skill has become even more enlightened.

The smile on the face of the visitor remained undiminished, but his body flew back and forth in the air like catkins.

Ren Hongjin's strength of yin or yang has never been able to hit his body, and his whole person seems to be in the void, reaching another world.

The more Hong Jin fought, the more surprised he became, it seemed that people's skills seemed to be more clever than Murong Bo and others, but I didn't know which was stronger or weaker than Master Xuancheng?

Suddenly, a chuckle came: "After fighting for so long, you should be tired, let's rest." ”

In the middle of the words, the person who came flicked his long sleeves and brushed it towards Hong Jin's body, seemingly inadvertently.

Hong Jin felt a soft force coming, and his figure could no longer stand, and he kept retreating.

Seeing that Hong Jin was about to fall, he felt that the force suddenly disappeared completely.

Hong Jin can feel that the use of strength by the people who come is really clever to the extreme, it is really soft if you want to be soft, you want to be rigid and rigid, and the combination of rigidity and softness is extraordinary.

"Ha Luha, Hong Jin, with your skills, you still can't beat him. A kind voice suddenly sounded.

Hong Jin looked around and saw a Bodhi tree under it, Jueyuan said with a smile on his face, but this smile was full of strangeness.

With tears in his eyes, the thin old man took a step forward and bowed down: "Disciple Zhang Junbao, see Master." ”

Hong Jin's brain boomed, he couldn't imagine that the thin old man was actually Zhang Sanfeng, a half-human and half-immortal figure in the legend, no wonder his strength was so good.

Jueyuan had a smile on his face, but he couldn't help but feel sorry in his expression: "After decades of separation, you ...... You're old too. ”

Zhang Sanfeng choked up and said, "Since the disciple left Shaolin, he has missed your old man all the time. It's just Shaolin Wudang, even though it is not far away, but the view of the gateway is like a deep mountain ravine, which is really impossible to climb......"

Jueyuan stepped forward and picked Zhang Sanfeng up, and his usually steady figure was as stable as a mountain, but he actually stumbled a little.

Hong Jineng deeply felt that the friendship between Jueyuan and Zhang Sanfeng was really unusually deep.

After pausing for a moment, Jueyuan said: "This is not the place to speak, Junbao, you can come with me." ”

The three of them walked into the house, and Jueyuan introduced Hong Jin to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Hong Jin, couldn't help but think of himself back then, and couldn't help but say with emotion: "Hong Jin, Master Jueyuan, I will ask you to take care of it in the future." ”

Hong Jin smiled: "I must do my best." It's just that Master is in good health, and on weekdays, he takes care of me more. ”

The three of them laughed together, and they were all immersed in the joy of getting together.

Zhang Sanfeng took out an object from his arms, stretched out his hand and rubbed it constantly, it was indeed a cherished abnormality.

After a long time, Zhang Sanfeng came to his senses: "Hong Jin, this pair of iron arhats was given to me by others, and now that I am no longer useful, I will give it to you." ”

Hong Jin couldn't refuse, so he had to take it and solemnly thank Zhang Sanfeng.

Jueyuan said: "Junbao, I heard that you founded the Wudang faction, and you can actually keep pace with Shaolin, it is really gratifying, I am very pleased." ”

Zhang Sanfeng said: "It's all the cultivation of the former teacher, so that I can learn the essence of Jiuyang Divine Skill, so that I can further carry forward the martial arts, but it's a pity that I can't serve the master for a long time." ”

Jueyuan said: "The end of the world is like a neighbor." Between you and me, there is this love, even if the sky is high and the earth is far away, even if it is a time shuttle, what is the way. ”

Hong Jin Tingyuan talked with Zhang Sanfeng, told him not to come and leave the relationship, and learned a lot about the current situation in the rivers and lakes.

It wasn't until the sky was about to light that Zhang Sanfeng got up to say goodbye, his face full of reluctance.

Jueyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go, go, if there is fate, you and I will naturally be able to meet each other." ”

Zhang Sanfeng choked up and said: "Master, we have been separated for decades, how many decades can we live in the world?"

Listening to Zhang Sanfeng's heartfelt emotion, thinking of the ruthlessness of time, even though Hong Jin has always been open-minded, his heart is full of desolation.

Zhang Sanfeng bowed deeply to Jueyuan: "Master, disciple...... The disciple went. ”

Jueyuan nodded speechlessly, the smile on his face couldn't help but become reluctant.

Sou!

As soon as Hong Jin saw a flower, Zhang Sanfeng's shadow disappeared, which was really like a dragon without its head and tail, which made people feel like a mountain was looking up.

In his spare time, Hong Jin fiddled with the iron arhat and found that it was indeed a set of extremely clever Shaolin boxing techniques.

The ingenuity of the iron arhat, Hong Jin was really amazed, and he unconsciously followed the practice.

The more Hong Jin learned, the more fascinated he became, and he only felt that this set of Shaolin boxing methods really contained the truth in martial arts, which was inexhaustible.

Months later.

Suddenly, an astonishing news spread throughout the Shaolin Temple that the Three Sages of Kunlun He Zudao were going to challenge Shaolin.

The paper of the Kunlun Three Sages Challenge appeared in the fingers of the Arhat Hall to descend the dragon Arhat, about three zhang from the ground, which shows that his skills are really extraordinary.

The person with the highest skill in Shaolin Temple at present is not the abbot master Xuan Ci, but the monk Kongjian, but he is practicing the Vajra not bad body behind closed doors, and the three sages of Kunlun came to the door at this time, which is really a bit troublesome.

Hong Jin was surprised, now that Zhang Sanfeng has been down the mountain for many years, he thought that He Zudao had already challenged it, but he didn't expect to come now.

Knowing that this was an important matter, Hong Jin hurriedly went to find Jueyuan, and found that he was carrying two iron buckets to carry water, and couldn't help but be even more stunned.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from a distance: "Kunlun Mountain He Zudao visited Shaolin Temple, and there is a word of advice." ”

The sound was like a dragon's chanting, and the entire Shaolin Temple could hear it clearly, and everyone was shocked, but Hong Jin couldn't help but sigh.

Then more than ten bells rang in unison, which shows that the Shaolin Temple attaches great importance to this matter.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a rumor that a Shaolin monk was going to invite Monk Jueyuan to meet guests.

Hong Jin walked out of the temple gate with Jueyuan, only to see a big battle in Shaolin Temple, and the monks of the Xuanzi generation poured out.

I only heard He Zudao shake his head and say: "Just wait for the information to be transmitted, He Mou is going down the mountain." ”

Master Xuandu said angrily: "The competition is not to hurt the harmony, why should the layman push it?"

Under the signal of Xuandu, there were Shaolin monks who presented weapons, He Zudao did not take it, but picked up a sharp stone from the ground, vertically and horizontally, and after a while, it was drawn into a large chessboard with nineteen lanes, each of which was half an inch deep.

Seeing He Zudao's skills, the Shaolin monks were all surprised, the bluestone in front of the Shaolin Temple was as hard as iron, He Zudao was able to draw such a chessboard, and the internal force was incomparably deep.

He Zudao was interested, and shouted loudly: "Come on, that great monk is willing to come and play a game?"

Xuan Ci expected that his skills were not enough, he stayed for a long time, and then sighed: "He Jushi drew stones for the game, such a miracle, the old man has never seen it in his life, and the Shaolin Temple is willing to bow down." ”

All the Shaolin monks had a look of frustration and anger on their faces, but none of them had this ability.

Only then did Jueyuan realize that he was showing off his kung fu, he silently walked forward with the iron bucket, took a deep breath, sank all his life's strength into his legs, and walked over step by step on the chess game.

I saw Jueyuan's footsteps walking by, and the boundaries were erased on the spot, and when the monks saw it, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

He Zudao shouted loudly: "Great monk, you have such deep internal strength, you don't have to play this game of chess, He Mou admits defeat, I will teach you swordsmanship." ”

Jue Yuan shook his head again and again: "The poor monk is just a monk who carries water and reads the scriptures, so what kind of swordsmanship do you know?"

He Zudao was willing to believe there, and unfolded the Thunder Sword Technique, a sword was as fast as a sword, sixteen swordsmanship, and a chain of stabs, and the result was all stabbed on the bucket, making a clanging sound.

All the monks were amazed, seeing that Jueyuan's every move was in a hurry, left and right, and extremely embarrassed, but He Zudao's exquisite swordsmanship was always blocked by his extremely clumsy and ridiculous moves, and he couldn't stab him.

He Zudao became more and more angry the more he fought, and suddenly a sword flew out, stabbing at Jueyuan's lower abdomen.

He Zudao has experienced a hundred battles, and he is extremely fast, abandoning the long sword, pushing with both hands, and striking towards the gate of Jueyuan.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Hong Jin hurriedly pounced on him and hit He Zudao's shoulder with a palm, which was quite powerful and knocked him back three steps in a row.

He Zudao was even more angry and shouted: "Good boy, you dare to bully me." If I can't defeat you within ten moves, I'll be out of Middle-earth for the rest of my life. ”

All the monks persuaded one after another, but He Zudao's anger was already in his heart, and he surrounded Hong Jin and attacked all the way.

Hong Jin had no choice but to put on a posture to resist, only to see him play a set of Shaolin punches, with a calm body and strong strength, which was no less than a first-class master in Shaolin.

He Zudao used ten wonderful kung fu in a row, but he couldn't win, and he couldn't help but look miserable, and let out a long sigh: "The Three Sages of Kunlun, hehe, the Three Sages of Kunlun, it's really ridiculous." ”

"Master Jueyuan, that man told me to change the conversation and said, 'The scriptures are in oil'. As soon as the words stopped, He Zudao was already a few feet away, and the speed of his body was really terrifying.

Seeing that Jueyuan and Hong Jin made a move, drove away He Zudao, and preserved the prestige of Shaolin, all the monks felt very happy.

Who knew that a loud shout suddenly sounded: "Hong Jin, you dare to steal Shaolin boxing, what crime should you be guilty of?"

All the monks were shocked, and they all followed the prestige, but they saw that the person who spoke was Chen Youliang.

All the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation have the intention of favoring Hong Jin, but in their eagerness, no one knows how to refute Chen Youliang.

Hong Jin was shocked, and suddenly thought of what happened to Zhang Junbao back then, will everything happen again?