Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 49
"Amitabha, the road is broad, but the donor is cut in the middle, but waiting for the birth?"

Not Fang Zheng?Huang Lin was a little suspicious, and immediately adjusted the plan slightly.

"Jing Wuming, the incense master of the Fenglei Hall of the Sun Moon God Sect, has been waiting for Your Excellency for a long time!"

During the conversation, the inner force was circulating, the body leaned slightly, the left hand was stretched to the hilt of the sword, and the silk scarf around the neck fluttered.

"Amitabha, there has never been much enmity between Shaolin and your sect, so Master Jing wants to stir up disputes between the two factions?"

At this time, Fang Sheng was still a handsome young monk, holding a string of rosary beads in his left hand, speaking slowly.

"Last night, Shaolin disciple Sun Huai attacked and killed Bao Dachu, an elite of our spiritual sect, and it was nothing more than retaliation for retaliation."

Fang Sheng frowned when he heard this, and didn't say any more meaningless words.

"Amitabha!"

The internal force was quietly raised.

Suddenly, Fang Sheng's hairs exploded, and he felt as if he was being stared at by a beast, and he couldn't help opening the corners of his eyes.

momentum?Like a volcano about to erupt?
The opponent is a first-class master!Really incense master?Is it a master hidden by the Demon Cult?

Shaolin Temple has a long tradition, and Fang Sheng is one of the best masters among the younger generation in the temple. He is no stranger to aura, and his figure shook slightly immediately.

Huang Lin entered an inexplicable state at this time, his spirit seemed to be a little dissociated from his body, and he was extremely sensitive to things around him.

His mind suddenly understood that the aura had been triggered, and before he could think about the reason, Fang Sheng's body on the other side swayed, and he was pulled by it, and he shot at Fang Sheng like lightning, and naturally pulled out the long sword in his hand.

After last year's Grand Competition, his master and wife had told him about momentum, and he was already prepared for it. With a slight flick of his right finger, the scabbard shot out and flew straight to the space on Fang Sheng's left.

In the state of aura, he feels that he has more fine control over his body. He can usually do the same way of swinging a sword with his left hand and firing a hidden weapon with his right hand, but he is definitely not so easy.

Moreover, Fang Sheng's movements felt a little slow motion in his eyes.

Before he had time to think about it, Fang Sheng saw that the escape space had been sealed, he immediately twisted the ball with his left hand to his chest, and stretched out his right hand to direct and flick the sword.

Mo Ke finger, one of Shaolin 72 stunts!

"When~"

The sound of fingers and swords intersecting is like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

This Fang Sheng is about the same age as Ren Woxing, but his internal energy is so strong!With just one finger, Huang Lin's palm was slightly numb!
We must know that although Huang Lin has not yet opened his veins, his internal energy is much more refined than ordinary people. This Fang Sheng should be less than [-] years old, right?
He didn't know that Fang Sheng is not feeling well now, the Moco finger concentrates the internal energy of the whole body in one finger, it is a static brake, which has the effect of striking later.

Huang Lin's forward momentum was blocked, he stepped on his right foot, and the long sword hung straight down!

But Fang Sheng took a step back after one finger, and immediately stretched his right hand down into the bead string, raised his hands slightly to stretch the bead string, and caught the sword, and then used the rosary as the axis, and twisted his hands quickly. , clasped palms together, and opened with one clap, the stretched force of the beads immediately bounced Huang Lin's long sword back.

Thousand-hand Tathagata palm is also one of the 72 stunts!

I don't know what kind of material this rosary is made of, but there is no damage.

"Ami."

Fang Sheng took another step back as if he wanted to say something, but Huang Lin wouldn't force him.

Step forward, stab!

Facing the incoming sword, Fang Sheng had no choice but to pull away his clasped hands.

Want to do it all over again?

As soon as he opened his hand, he saw the incoming sword tremble, the sword light scattered and turned into six or seven sword shadows.

At this time, Fang Sheng wanted to change his tactics and retreat, but it was too late, so he had to withdraw his left hand from the rosary, and his right hand grabbed the beads and swung to intercept them.

Immediately, the sound of the sword and beads intersecting rang out densely, which was quite pleasant.

Huang Lin could not wait to lean up and scream, this state is so cool!

This Fang Sheng is slightly stronger than Ren Woxing. Under normal circumstances, he used the ordinary sword style with his left hand to deal with it, which may only have a slight advantage. Now in the state of momentum, he actually suppressed Fang Sheng to fight!
It's a pity that it wasn't Fang Zheng who came, I wanted to suddenly change my right hand to hit Fang Zheng by surprise, let him get a box lunch and forget it.

Pity.
Since it is Fang Sheng, then suffer some punishment.

With a slight step on his feet, Huang Lin shot quickly, and then stabbed again!
This time Fang Sheng no longer strangled with the rosary beads, moved one step to the left, swung the rosary beads with his right hand up and down, and his left hand was not idle.

It's all up to this time, and he hasn't even moved to kill.

Huang Lin had already noticed Fang Sheng's left hand as soon as he raised it. With a slight thought, he raised his right hand, stretched his five fingers slightly to gather momentum, and drew an inexplicable trajectory to meet Fang Sheng's palm.

"Pfft~"

"Big Nine Heavens Hand?!"

Fang Sheng spewed blood and flew back. After yelling, he spit out another mouthful of blood when he landed. He immediately turned around and flew away. At the same time, the last trace of doubt in his heart disappeared.

He is really a master of the Demon Cult's hiding!
Huang Lin dodges when Fang Sheng spurts blood, which is the sequelae of the "Blood Clothes Man".Seeing him running away, he pretended to chase after two steps, then stopped.

It doesn't matter if it was Fang Sheng who came here, or Fang Zheng, if he really disappeared in Luoyang, he would be very suspicious, after all, he exposed his left-handed sword during the Inner Sect Competition last year.

Now it's all right, I imitated Ren Woxing's big nine-day move like a cat and a tiger, and it seemed that Fang Sheng was really bluffed.

As for the left-handed sword, there are many left-handed swords in the world. He, Huang Lin, a 17-year-old boy, how could he crush Fang Sheng with his left hand alone? Even Shaolin Temple himself would not believe it.

Huang Lin stroked his chin, and praised his brainstorm.

After circling around the city and finding no one following him, he changed his outfit and returned to Luoyang City from the north gate.

Back at the Escort, said hello to the second uncle, and hurried into the room.

Immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and entered the deduction disk.

The scene in the deduction disk changed for a while, and it became the appearance of the long pavilion ten miles outside Luoyang City.

Fang Sheng's figure also appeared on the official road, but his expression was dull.

The seats where the two stood were the same as before, except that there was no conversation.

After a long time, Huang Lin felt a little downcast.

How to enter the momentum state?
Ignoring Fang Sheng who was standing there stupidly, Huang Lin carefully began to recall the details of the battle outside the city, and compared it with the one in the ring last year.

It seems, there is nothing in common!
When he was on the ring, his mind was completely focused on the moves, and he didn't have the feeling that his spirit was dissociated from his body just now.

But just now outside the city, he seemed to have no distracting thoughts, his mind was clear, and he was extremely sensitive to everything around him.

The avenue is formless, giving birth to heaven and earth; the avenue is ruthless, running the sun and the moon.
The upper class has no contention, the lower class is contentious; the upper class is not moral, but the lower class is moral.
Silently recited the "Qing Jing Sutra", which was explained to him by the old Taoist priest, and it was also the Taoist scripture he understood the most.

After going back and forth three times, Huang Lin only felt his mind clear.

Immediately raised the sword and stared at Fang Sheng.

Sure enough, that feeling appeared!
Fang Sheng turned out to be the same as he was outside the city just now, his body was shaking, and Huang Lin was also pulled by the air force and rushed out with his sword drawn.

Become!

For him, the next sparring is irrelevant, finding the ticket of momentum is much more important than this.

Hahaha.
After dispelling Fang Sheng's figure, Huang Lin stood on the deduction board and laughed. The problem that had troubled him for more than half a year was finally solved!

Although I am still not proficient, and I still have to rely on chanting scriptures, but if I take the first step, there will always be a way later.

Strike while the iron is hot, and change to another figure to verify it.

Sure enough, this state is not very bright, and often has to recite the scriptures silently beforehand, but Huang Lin is not depressed, just take it slowly.

Glancing at an extra fuzzy black shadow over there, Huang Lin returned the scene in the deduction disc to the courtyard, and then backed out.

The extra black shadow was Dongfang Bai, and the two of them only made a move out of thin air, but failed to reflect him in, just like Uncle Yu back then, they could only be placed aside vaguely.

I stayed in Luoyang for another three days before saying goodbye to my second uncle. During this period, Huang Lin left a copy of "Long Fist" for Huang Xiong.

After the deduction of "Iron Body Kungfu" before, he also asked his elder brother Huang Qi to send a copy here, but "Changchun Kungfu" has always said that the resources are not enough.

Afterwards, I stayed in Xi'an for two days. I left five pieces of Pusi Qu snake gall for my eldest brother, and I also left about ten catties of snake king meat.

Back in Huashan, he felt like coming home.

After all, it has been more than six years since he came to this world in September of the fifth year of Chenghua. He spent most of his time in Mount Hua, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree in Luoyan Peak.

From the moment he came in through the mountain gate, his senior brothers greeted him all the way, it was so easy to recognize him.

Since last year's Grand Competition, he has become famous in the mountains, with his iconic soaring ponytail and strange attire, those brothers and sisters recognized him at a glance, and were surprised how he came back from the outside.

This situation didn't get any better until after the Jianzong Conference Hall.

It's not easy to be a celebrity, Feng Qingyang shouldn't be as attractive as me, right?

Huang Lin rubbed his stiff face with a smile.

"Wang Wang Wang"

Not seeing him for more than half a year, Xiao Hei seems to have gained weight again, and the yellow hair on his body is shiny.

Tsk tsk, if it wasn't his own, Huang Lin would have thought about it.
"Hey, you still ignored me when you were on the mountain before. Do you miss me?"

Huang Lin teased Xiao Hei teasingly, groped around from his bosom, took out a small piece of king snake meat and put it on a stone for Xiao Hei to eat.After stroking the dog's head, he took out a big wooden barrel and held it in his hand before turning into the valley, and then entered Yanwei Valley.

Xiao Hei ate happily outside.

"Master, the disciple is back!"

Huang Lin put down the wooden barrel, bowed respectfully, got up and said:

"Hey, I haven't seen you for half a year, Master is more energetic."

Chen Qingping lay on the recliner and gave him a sideways glance:
"Without you making troubles in the valley, the old man is of course in good spirits! Is he being bullied outside? Going back to the mountain so early."

The old man was stubborn, but he couldn't hide his concern.

"Hey, isn't this something good for you, maybe you are very promising."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Tell me, what happened to you outside? Otherwise, with your character, you won't come back every two years."

The old man didn't believe Huang Lin's nonsense at all.

"Master, this disciple is about to enter the first class!"

Huang Lin was helpless, he wouldn't believe this matter, so he had to show his cards directly.

"It's about to enter the first class."

The old man answered casually, jumped off the couch and stared at Huang Lin.

"What? You want to enter the first class?!"

(End of this chapter)