From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 185 The first step towards high martial arts

One sentence from He Zudao in Kunlun Mountain brought out more than 200 masters from Shaolin Temple, many of whom were old monks who had not been out of the customs for a long time, which shows how much Shaolin monks value and fear He Zudao.

It turned out that He Zudao sneaked into the Arhat Hall a few days ago, and silently left a brief note in the hands of the Dragon Subduing Arhat under the eyes of the monks in Mansi Temple.

A few days later, Pan Tiangeng and others arrived from the Western Regions, talking about He Zudao and Shaolin from the Western Regions agreeing to compete at the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, and the monks in the temple were even more wary.

Due to the long distance, the Shaolin branch in the Western Regions has rarely communicated with the Shaolin in Zhongzhou for decades. However, all the eminent monks in the temple know that the master and uncle Kuhui, who went to the Western Regions to set up a sect, has amazing accomplishments in martial arts. His disciples and disciples, Sun Zi, are also extraordinary.

Hearing the words of Pan Tiangeng and others, he did not dare to despise the three saints of Kunlun at all. He expected that the good ones would not come and the bad ones would come, so the temple immediately took precautions.

The abbot also passed down a decree that all monks and lay disciples within five hundred miles would return to the monastery to listen to the teachings. In this way, there were more than 200 masters. As soon as Guo Xiang appeared, the eminent monks in the monastery would be attracted to try, and finally led to Wu Se Zen Master. The root cause is that He Zudao came from Mount Kunlun to send a message, and he made an appointment to fight with the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions for the ownership of the "Sword Saint".

Abbot Tianming folded his hands together and said, "Your Excellency thinks it is because the three saints of Kunlun, the three saints and the old monk He Lay, were not able to greet him far away, and he begged for forgiveness."

He Zudao bowed and saluted, and said, "He Zudao was born late, the mad name of the 'Three Saints', what a way to do it! It's very disturbing to disturb the treasure temple, and it disturbs the eminent monks to come out of the temple to greet them, so why should they be restrained?"

Tianming thought to himself: "This madman is not crazy when he talks. Seeing that he is only about 30 years old, how can he defeat Pan Tiangeng and the other three in one fell swoop?" He said: "You are welcome, Layman He, please come in and serve tea. This Lay lady..." The words were rather embarrassing.

He Zudao listened to Tianming's intention to refuse Guo Xiang's admission to the temple, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "Old abbot, who came to Baosha late born, was originally entrusted by others to pass a sentence. Once this sentence was said, the original If you want to clap your hands, you can go, but Baocha prioritizes boys over girls, and there are too many inexplicable rules and precepts, but it’s a bit hard to see when you are born late. You must know that the Buddhadharma is boundless, and all living beings are the same.

Abbot Tianming is the abbot of Shaolin. He immediately nodded and said, "Thank you for your advice. My Shaolin Temple is divided between men and women, but it seems stingy. I would like to ask Miss Guo to serve tea together."

Abbot Tianming said that he stepped aside, the first master of the Wuzi generation beside him, but the first Wuxiang Zen master of the Bodhidharma took a step forward and said sternly: "With just one word from Layman He, I want my Shaolin Temple to abandon the thousand-year-old Zen master. Although there are no rules, it is necessary to see whether the person who speaks is really capable, or is just vain. He Jushi, please keep a hand, so that the monks can open their eyes, and also convince the temple to know what the temple is doing. Who will abolish the thousand-year-old rule?"

Guo Xiang saw Monk Wushi's sad face, and whispered, "That Zen Master Wushi is my good friend. You two should not hurt yourselves. You better leave after a word."

He Zudao nodded and said, "That's good."

Then he looked at Tianming and said, "Old abbot, there is a Zen master Jueyuan in your temple, who is that? I am entrusted by others, and I have something to tell him."

Tianming sent someone to call Jueyuan, and he felt that he was afraid without seeing each other.

He Zudao said that although this was for the purpose of spreading the word, he also wanted to prove his martial arts.

But since he was respected as the "Three Saints" of the three arts of Qin, Chess and Sword by the people of the Western Regions, He Zudao had already planned how to overwhelm Shaolin and become famous.

But at this time, Guo Xiang was by her side, and she didn't want to fight Shaolin by herself, so He Zudao thought about it, leaned over and picked up a sharp-cornered stone, and suddenly drew a vertical and horizontal line on the bluestone slab in front of the temple.

In an instant, a large chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines was drawn.

The longitude and latitude lines are straight, as if they were formed by a boundary ruler, and each line is more than an inch deep into the slate.

This stone slab is paved with bluestone from Shaoshi Mountain.Hard as iron, people have come and gone for hundreds of years, and there is not much wear.

Although the old Zen masters of Shaolin Temple are all people with profound cultivation, their joy and anger are indistinguishable, but He Zudao still saw the nervousness of most of them, and he was overjoyed and said with a smile: "It is too domineering to compare the sword, and the sound of the piano cannot be compared. .Since the great monk is happy, how about we play a game of chess?"

He Zudao's astonishing stunt of swiping stones into a game was revealed, and Tianming, Wushe, Wuxiang, and the seven elders of Xinchantang all looked at each other in dismay.

Abbot Tianming knew that there was no one in such a powerful Neili Temple that he could achieve it. His heart was bright, and he was about to admit defeat when he heard the sound of iron chains being dragged on the ground.

I saw Jueyuan carrying a pair of large iron buckets to the front, followed by a long boy.Jueyuan held the iron pole with his left hand, and bowed to Tianming with one palm of his right hand, saying, "I am honored by the call of the old abbot."

Tianming said: "This Jushi He has something to tell you."

Jueyuan turned around and saw He Zudao, but he didn't know each other, and said, "Little monk Jueyuan, what's your order?"

He Zudao drew the chess game well, and the chess game flourished, and said, "It's not too late to say this sentence slowly. Which great monk will play a game with him first?"

Zen Master Tianming said: "He lays the stone as a game, such a miraculous skill, which Lao Na has never seen in his life, and the monks of our temple are willing to bow down."

Jueyuan listened to Tianming's words, and then looked at the big chess game on the slate, only to realize that this person came to the temple to show his martial arts. He immediately carried the big iron bucket, took a breath, and used all the skills he had practiced in his life. He lowered his legs and walked over the boundary of the chess game step by step.

I saw the chain on his feet dragged by, and there was an imprint about ten inches wide on the slate.The line drawn by He Zudao was immediately erased.

When the monks saw it, they couldn't help cheering loudly.Tianming, Wuhu, Wutong were even more pleasantly surprised. How could I have imagined that this demented old monk had such profound inner strength, and lived with him in the same temple for decades, but he didn't see the slightest clue.

Tianming and the others knew that no matter how strong a person's internal strength was, it was absolutely impossible to make a mark on the stone slab, because Jueyuan picked a pair of large iron buckets, and the buckets were filled with water, which weighed more than [-] pounds in total. , the hundreds of kilograms of tremendous force passed from his shoulders to the iron chain on his feet, dragged forward, like a big chisel hitting a stone slab, only then can the line drawn by He Zudao be shoveled away. OK, that's absolutely impossible.

If it is said that they can use their life skills to step on the slate, Tianming and the seven elders of Xinchantang both ask themselves if they can do it, but this is undoubtedly more ugly than admitting defeat. one end
He Zudao shouted loudly: "Great monk, you are so deep in internal strength, I'm not as good as you!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the matching sword and said, "I'm here to experience the great monk's martial arts!"

He Zudao's stab with this sword is strange, and it is different from the swordsmanship of the various factions in the Central Plains, but Tianming, Wuxiang, Wuhu, etc. have all changed their faces.

Jueyuan's original internal strength has been practiced to the point where he can send and receive freely, and he is not unsatisfactory. After listening to the Taisu Huasheng Gong of Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty in Huashan a few years ago, his skills have improved greatly. The mind is full of unsatisfactory supernatural powers.

So in the face of He Zudao's move, the Shaolin Abbot also asked himself about the unstoppable swordsmanship.

With a "dang" sound, the tip of the sword pierced the iron barrel.The blade was flexible and instantly bent into an arc.

He Zudao hurriedly retracted his long sword and swung it out, the iron barrel in Jueyuan's left hand crossed and blocked it again.

He Zudao thought to himself, "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, this pair of iron barrels is always extremely cumbersome. How can they stop my fast attack? If you fight empty-handed, I will be terrified." Playing, the sound of the sword buzzed, and there was a roar like a dragon, shouting: "Great monk, be careful!" The long sword trembled, front, back, left and right, and attacked four, four and sixteen moves in an instant.

These sixteen strokes of sword light flickered, like a mass of white shadows surrounding Jueyuan.

Although Jueyuan didn't understand martial arts moves, he seemed to know where He Zudao's sword tip landed, ignoring all occasional changes in false moves, and just swinging the iron barrel at will to block all sword moves.

He Zudao saw that his most powerful "Xunlei Sword Technique" could not be far away, he immediately forgot the explanation of the master's senior brother, and used the most powerful innate energy, the sword light suddenly spit out from the sword, and then surpassed it. Changhong penetrated the sun and pierced Jueyuan's chest.

The speed, strength, and heat of this sword have all reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Tianming, Wuxi, Wuxiang have also seen Yang Xianxian revealing the Nine Swords of Dugu, so naturally the three of them have arrived at this sword. Yang Ming's swordsmanship has washed away the splendor and returned to the original state.

None of the old monks in Shaolin Temple could resist, Wu Hue Wu Xiang was worried about Jue Yuan's safety, and shouted in unison: "He Jushi is merciful!" Guo Xiang also said: "Stop the killer!"

The masters held a hair and moved the whole body. He Zudao already knew that Jue Yuan's martial arts was not under his own.

Jueyuan didn't know much about martial arts, but he combined the mental method of Taisu Huashenggong with Jiuyang Shengong and also practiced a miraculous stunt. With a pair of fleshy palms, He Zudao's iron sword was clamped.

The sword radiance that could blow decisively on the blade was also silently crushed by Jue Yuan's pure Yang Qi.

He Zudao struggled to retake it, but no matter how hard he tried to use his innate skills, he couldn't take it back.

In a hurry, He Zudao was worried that the old monk would attack his strong inner strength through the long sword, and immediately withdrew his hand and slapped it out. This palm force used his 20-year hard training of Liangyi Divine Art and Luoyan Palm, which was even more combined. The strength of innate skills is used to increase the power.

He Zudao believes that the power of this palm is the eighteen palms of subduing dragons that meet Guo Daxia and Hong Lao's gang leader, and I am afraid that they can maintain an undefeated situation.

Jueyuan's self-conscious Taisu Jiuyanggong was able to protect his body and resist, but he didn't even hide or hide, and he just hit his chest with the palm of his foot.

Tianming, Wuhu, Wuxiang's complexions changed, and they cried out in pain, and the complexion of the seven elders of Xinchantang darkened.

Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao both shouted and rushed up.

But before Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao got close, an irresistible force suddenly came from Jueyuan's chest, and He Zudao bounced back a few steps.

Zhang Junbao's master and apprentice are deeply in love, and he has already jumped on it, using the "reaching in all directions" that Yang Ming taught in the past, slamming He Zudao's shoulder with a slanting palm.

He Zudao was not only unable to hurt Jue Yuan by the rebounding force of Jue Yuan, but his breath was uneven.

Unexpectedly, at a young age, Zhang Junbao's palm technique is amazing, and his internal strength is also very deep.

He Zudao said angrily: "The place where the crouching tiger hides the dragon in Shaolin Temple is really no trivial matter, even a little boy has such skills. Good boy, let's make a gesture, you only need to catch my ten moves, He Zudao will not walk for the rest of his life. earth."

With a slap, he slapped Zhang Junbao in the chest.

It was too late for Jue Yuan and Wu Shi to block them, but seeing Zhang Junbao's heels still, with a flick of his shoulders, he used the "confidence" technique taught by Yang Ming back then.

He Zudao had long known that this young man's internal strength was far superior to Pan Tiangeng and the other three, but unexpectedly, he was also proficient in his moves, and he turned his palms into fists.

Zhang Junbao didn't have the chance to get Tie Luohan from Guo Xiang this time, because he didn't send out the Tie Luohan in Wuxi's hand, so facing He Zudao's punch, Zhang Junbao could only use the power taught by Yang Ming. The strongest move is "reaching in all directions" to parry.

With a bang, Zhang Junbao retreated five steps, and He Zudao slammed forward, his face changed color, only to feel that this move is powerful and contains infinite back moves. It is really a brilliant martial arts, and even more valuable is Zhang Junbao. His internal strength is profound and broad, and if he doesn't cultivate innate skills, he may not be able to defeat him.

He Zudao was about to take another shot, but caught a glimpse of Guo Xiang looking nervously at the young man, his expression changed, and his mind lost his temper.

When I think of myself in my thirties, what's the glory of being better than a teenager within ten strokes?Now, Miss Guo Xiang may have already seen her martial arts as ordinary...

Thinking of this, He Zudao bowed to Master Shan Tianming and said, "Shaolin Temple's martial arts have been famous for thousands of years, and it is really no small matter. Today, Kuangsheng's eyes are opened, and it is known that under the reputation, there is no vacuous person. Admiration, admiration! "

As he said that, he turned around, and with his toes a little, he was already floating a few feet away.

"Master Jueyuan, that person asked me to tell me something, saying 'The scriptures are in monkeys'."

As soon as the voice stopped, he counted the points with his toes, and went far away. The speed of his movements was rare.

Jueyuan frowned and said, "What monkey? Could it be that the scriptures were in the hands of the monkeys they traveled with? But where should we go to find the monkeys now?"

At this time, the great enemy of this sect was repelled by Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao and his disciples. All the disciples of Bodhidharma Hall and Luohan Hall thought that it was unexpected that the monastery was in danger today. There is bound to be a great reward, and the master who taught him the inner strength and boxing will also be honored and favored.

But one of the seven old monks of Xinchan suddenly said, "Who taught this disciple's martial arts?" Can't help shivering.

Tianming, Wusheng, Wutong all had this question in their hearts, and looked at Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao together.

Master Jueyuan stood blankly, speechless for a moment.

Tianming said: "Although Jueyuan's internal skills are excellent, he has not learned boxing. That young man's internal skills may have been passed down by Jueyuan, but his boxing and foot martial arts are definitely not Buddhist martial arts, but who taught them?"

Seeing Zhang Junbao standing still, the old monk raised his eyebrows with a murderous look on his face.

Zhang Junbao and He Zudao only fought three moves just now, but they used the three brilliant martial arts taught by Yang Ming back then.

After the three moves, He Zudao conceded defeat and retreated. Everyone only regarded Zhang Junbao and the follow-up complete set of brilliant martial arts. He remembered that Zhang Junbao was just a janitor, but he had learned the profound internal skills of his own sect, and he also possessed martial arts of other schools. The origin is unknown. I don't know if anyone has taught me.

Jueyuan knew that this old monk from Xinchan Hall was of high rank, and he was the uncle of Zen Master Tianming, the abbot. Seeing that he was so stern to Zhang Junbao, he was very puzzled, but when he saw that his eyes were full of resentment, a sudden thought occurred in his mind. Shan, as fast as lightning, remembered the story of the fire foreman Tuo stealing his teacher and defecting more than [-] years ago. He knew that after this battle, the martial arts of Shaolin Temple had declined for decades.

Since then, the rules of the temple have been set. Anyone who is not allowed to learn martial arts secretly learns martial arts by himself. If he is found, he will be executed.

Zhang Junbao is not a disciple of the Shaolin Temple, but a servant boy. If he follows the internal skills he has learned, he can also obtain the status of a disciple by doing meritorious deeds today. However, he has also learned the martial arts taught by Jushi Yang. Qi Lao's mind is worried about bringing Yi into the temple in order to steal Shaolin magic.

Jue Yuan's back was covered in cold sweat all of a sudden, and he was only worried that the seniors of this temple would take Jun Bao and abolish his martial arts if he didn't give him a chance, and immediately shouted: "Old abbot, this... This must be no wonder Jun Bao... It was on Mount Hua back then. According to Yang Jushi..."

Before he could finish a word, he heard the first Zen Master Wuxiang shout: "All the disciples of the Bodhidharma hall stepped forward and took this little servant down."

The eighteen disciples of Bodhidharma immediately rushed out and surrounded Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao in all directions.

The eighteen disciples occupy a very large area, and even Guo Xiang is surrounded by them.

The old monk of the Heart Meditation Hall shouted loudly: "All the disciples of the Arhat Hall, why don't you come forward together!"

The [-] disciples of the Arhat Hall responded like a thunderstorm: "Yes!" They formed three circles around the eighteen disciples of the Bodhidharma Hall.

Jueyuan has been living with this disciple for ten years. He is like a father and son. He knows that the temple has closed the gate for as many as a dozen children because of the accident that year.

Now that I am afraid that there will be more people who endanger the temple, where can I listen to the details in such a fierce crowd?
As long as Zhang Junbao is captured, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will be a waste.

But I heard Zen Master Wuxiang shout: "If you don't start, when will you wait?" Eighteen disciples of Bodhidharma Hall announced the Buddha's name and stepped forward.

Jueyuan was too busy to think about it, and suddenly turned around in a circle, two big iron buckets danced away, usually the strong wind forced the monks to be unable to step forward. Double barrels, the left iron barrel holds Guo Xiang, and the right iron barrel holds Zhang Junbao.

He turned seven or eight circles in a row, and the pair of big iron buckets gave him an incomparably thick internal force to make him move forward, like a meteor hammer, and the wind was blowing so hard that he couldn't stand within ten feet.

The disciples of the Bodhidharma Hall avoided one after another, and the disciples of the Arhat Hall were not allowed to approach.

Jueyuan found a path, walked like flying, carrying Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang down the mountain.

The monks shouted and chased, but the sound of the iron chains dragging the ground gradually faded away.

Jueyuan picked up two people with one load, and went straight for more than 100 li before stopping.

I saw everywhere in the middle of a deep mountain, Mu Ai was all around, returning to the crow array.

Although Jue Yuan's internal strength was strong, he was exhausted after giving up his life for a while, and his robes on his chest and back were soaked with sweat.

Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang jumped out of the bucket, each holding up an iron bucket and putting it down from his shoulders.

Zhang Junbao said: "Master, take a break, I'll go find something to eat."

After searching for half a day, I only got a bunch of strawberries.

The three ate indiscriminately and rested against the stone.

After a short rest, Jueyuan didn't know how to meditate and exercise. For a while, his legs and feet were sore and he coughed.

Guo Xiang gently beat his back for him and said, "You are tired, just sleep for a while."

Jueyuan sighed and said, "Yes, I'm really tired too."

Zhang Junbao picked up some dead wood, built a fire, and dried Guo Xiang and his clothes.

The three fell asleep under the tree.

Guo Xiang slept in the middle of the night, and suddenly heard Jue Yuan muttering to himself, as if he was chanting scriptures, and immediately woke up from the haze, only to hear him recite: "...the power of the other side will obstruct my fur, and my will has entered the other side. In the bones..."

Guo Xiang froze in his heart: "He is not reciting Buddhist scriptures, but it seems to be martial arts boxing scriptures."

After listening to him for a while, he said again: "...Qi is like a wheel, and the whole body must follow..."

Guo Xiang heard that he knew that he was reciting the essence of martial arts, and thought to himself: "What he muttered in his mouth was the Jiuyang Zhenjing?"

She thought of this, for fear of confusing Jue Yuan's thoughts, she sat up quietly, listened to the scriptures, secretly memorized it, and thought to herself: "If what he recites is really the Jiuyang Zhenjing, the subtleties and subtleties cannot be solved in a moment. I'll keep in mind, it won't be too late to ask him for advice tomorrow."

He only listened to him read: "... first use the mind to make the body, from others but not from oneself, from the body to the heart... the length of the right and the other, there is no difference... the work lasts for a long time, and the skill becomes more refined..."

Under the moonlight, Guo Xiang pondered while listening, and suddenly saw Zhang Junbao sitting cross-legged, and was also listening intently.

Guo Xiang said in his heart, "I have witnessed this great monk's extraordinary feats with my own eyes. The martial arts method he mentioned is definitely the best in the world."

So keep in mind again.

Jueyuan recited it casually, intermittently, sometimes with a few paragraphs of the Langka Sutra. Later, he even talked about his experience and experience of cultivating Taisu Huasheng Gong and integrating the formulas and mental methods of Jiuyang Shengong.

It turned out that although Jueyuan was extremely talented and practiced a world-shattering magical power, he was a dead brain.

When I was in Huashan, I listened to the teachings of the Immortal Dharma, and I only picked up some heart-dharma formulas that could be integrated with my own qi practice method, and then wrote down the practice. Later, I only pondered and visualized the Dharma Buddha Dharma and other formless Buddhist dharmas according to the method of cultivating Qi and transforming into a god, ignorant and unconscious. Although he practiced Taisu Huasheng Gong, it is a wonderful art that combines Taisu Huasheng Gong and Jiuyang Shen Gong. It only connects the internal qi meridians, not martial arts, let alone the immortal method. It can be said that It is the practice of Qi Nei Gong to the pinnacle.

At this time, the "Tai Su Jiu Yang Gong" that Jueyuan cultivated without intention is already a magical power comparable to [-] to [-]% of the power of Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong, and it does not specialize in training the body, but specializing in the method of qi, which leads to the power It is superior to Taisu Huasheng Gong, and the formula of the heart method is also many times simpler than Taisu Huasheng Gong.

In terms of calculation, Taisu Jiuyang Gong is the most powerful martial art in the world except for the immortal magic created by Lin Qingxuan. After practicing this skill, the power of its true temperament is far superior to that of ordinary high-level martial arts.

In a daze, Jue Yuan first talked about Jiuyang Shengong, then he said the Langa Sutra, then he said Taisu Huasheng Gong, and then turned around and talked about Taisu Jiuyang Gong, and sometimes the three are mixed with each other.

The more Guo Xiang listened to, the more confused she became. Fortunately, she was born smart. Although Jue Yuan recited the scriptures upside down, she still remembered [-]% to [-]%.

The ice wheel slanted westward, the figures grew longer, the voice of Jueyuan chanting sutras gradually became lower, and the articulation was somewhat indistinct.

Guo Xiang persuaded: "Great monk, you have been tired all day, and then sleep for a while."

Jueyuan didn't seem to hear her words, and continued to read: "...Power is borrowed from people, qi is sent from the spine. Hu Nengqi is sent from the spine..."

The more he recited, the lower his voice became, and finally he became silent, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao did not dare to be disturbed, they just memorized the scriptures he had read.

After a meal, the sky was getting brighter. When Zhang Junbao turned around, he suddenly saw a figure flashing behind the big tree, and vaguely saw a corner of the yellow cassock.He was taken aback and shouted, "Who is it?"

I saw a slender old monk coming out from behind the tree. It was the first colorless Zen master in Luohan Hall.

Guo Xiang was both surprised and delighted, and said, "Great monk, why are you so reluctant to give up, but you are still chasing after them? Is it necessary to capture their masters and disciples and return to the temple?"

Colorless said: "Good, good! Is the old monk a person who sticks to the old rules? The old monk has been here in the middle of the night, and if he wants to start, he will not wait until now. Junior Brother Jueyuan and Junior Brother Wuxiang lead the Bodhidharma Hall. The disciples are chasing eastward, you all go west!" But Jueyuan lowered his head and closed his eyes, still awake.

Zhang Junbao stepped forward and said, "Master wakes up, and the head of the Arhat Hall will talk to you." Jueyuan remained motionless.

Zhang Junbao panicked, reached out and touched his forehead, the tentacles were cold, it turned out that he had passed away for a long time.

Zhang Junbao was very sad, and he fell down and cried, "Master, Master!" But where did he wake up?

Zen Master Wu Shi saluted and said a verse: "There are no clouds in all directions, all sides are clear and bright, the breeze blows the fragrance, and the mountains are silent. Today is a great joy, but the body is in danger, and there is no anger and no worries. Wouldn't you rather celebrate? "After all, he floated away.

Zhang Junbao cried a lot, and Guo Xiang also shed a lot of tears.The monks of the Shaolin Temple passed away and all were cremated. The two of them picked up some dead wood and burned Jueyuan's dharma body.

Guo Xiang said: "Brother Zhang, the monks of the Shaolin Temple can't help but let you go. That's it."

As he spoke, he took off a gold silk bracelet from his wrist, handed it to him, and said, "Take this bracelet to see my parents in Chang'an, as long as they are in front of my parents, no matter how ruthless the monks of the Shaolin Temple are, they will be fine. I can't make it difficult for you."

Zhang Junbao took the bracelet with tears in his eyes.Guo Xiang said again: "You told my parents that I am in good health, please don't worry about me. My father likes young heroes the most. Seeing such talents as you, maybe he will accept you as a disciple. My brother is honest and honest. I must be able to talk to you very well." He turned and walked away.

Zhang Junbao was in a daze for a long time before he wiped away his tears, picked up the pair of big iron buckets that Master had left behind, and walked slowly staggeringly.

Between the barren mountains and wild ridges, a skinny boy gradually disappeared.

At this time, the lonely Zhang Junbao didn't know that his teacher Jueyuan passed down the Taisu Jiuyang Gong before he passed away. He was different from Guo Xiang and Wuxi, but they each learned and comprehended about [-]% of the mental formulas. , Since then, it has been able to lead to huge variables in the arena.

(End of this chapter)