From Low Martial Arts to Great Antiquity, I Created Mythical Fairy Martial Arts

At that time, Gu Heng thought to himself that there would be no problem in saving a person from a small world.

"Thank you for your kindness." Xuanci and Xuzhu had no doubts, and their eyes were full of surprises.

Gu Heng: "This is the method of the Vajra Kungfu, and I will give it to you and Shaolin."

After pointing, he waved the two to leave.

The bell rang nine times, and Shaolin monks gathered.

Disciplinary Hall.

Xuanji's expression was solemn: "Abbot, you asked to convene the monks in the temple, do you have something important?"

He realized the seriousness of the matter.

This is the precepts hall, how can it be a trivial matter to gather monks here.

Xuanci faced the many junior brothers, sighed deeply, and pulled Xu Zhu on the side: "My junior brothers, I want to confess to you an old thing this time."

As he spoke, he explained the events of that year.

Of course, the statement has also changed a bit. It didn't say that Ye Erniang seduced herself, but 0.9 was changed to two lovers.

The precepts hall was silent, and the expressions of the monks changed drastically.

In a moment, Xuanci had finished talking.

"I made a big mistake, and I ask Junior Brother Xuanji to act according to the law. As for Xuzhu, he didn't know about it for all these years, so let him go to atone for his sins according to the instructions of taking care of the young master. In addition, I urge the temple to allocate silver taels to allow him to compensate those families. ."

The voice fell, and after a while, Xuan Ji sighed: "Senior Brother Xuanci, you are confused."

Xuantong: "Senior brother's fault is my Shaolin's fault. It is my responsibility to take responsibility for this. The silver taels will naturally be taken out by my Shaolin. Even if I find someone, I can ask the monks to do it."

"No." Facing everyone's questioning eyes, Xu Zhu stepped forward.

If it was before, he would not have the courage to stand up against the people of the ancestor's generation.

"Since it's what my mother committed, how can I fake my hand." Xu Zhu's expression was firm.

Xuan sighed bitterly: "It's just for you to do it alone, and when others find it, I'm afraid that other people's parents have already died of old age. What's the point?"

"Young Master Gu has already passed down a "Vajra Kungfu", and he can travel thousands of miles a day. Xuzhu promises to return everyone to his original family within five years." Xuzhu's eyes are bright. .

Xuantong was surprised: "Is there such a thing?".

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"That's true." Xuan Ci took a book out of his arms, "Young Master Gu said, return the book after copying it."

Xuan Ji took over the secret book, looked at it roughly, and couldn't help showing shock.

"This is an immortal method. It only has a life span of three hundred years if you practice it. How can it be compared to ordinary martial arts?"

Xuanci nodded: "That's right. Young Master Gu has nothing to say about Shaolin. He clearly said that he came to borrow the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, but in fact he came to give the opportunity. With his martial arts, what is the Sutra of Washing the Marrow?"

Xuan Ku, Xuan Du and the others nodded.

"Young Master Gu deliberately made an excuse because he was afraid that we would be ashamed of not being accepted. Sure enough, his morals are noble, so I might as well wait."

After sighing for a while, Xuan Ji calmed down and said, "Since Gu Gongzi has already said this, then deprive Xuanci of the abbot's position and charge 200 sticks to set an example."

The voice fell, and two disciples of the discipline institute stepped forward, Xuanci lay down, the wooden stick fell, and there was a sound.

Two hundred sticks?

If it is an ordinary person, if he hits twenty or thirty sticks hard, then it is basically over.

Using money, cheating and slipping are not considered.

Two hundred sticks, for ordinary people, is no longer a punishment, but a corpse.

However, Xuanci was a martial arts master, and even after hitting two hundred sticks, he still had one breath left.

Xu Zhu looked distressed next to him, and wished he could replace him with his own body, but was stopped by Xuanci.

After the two hundred sticks were beaten, Xuanci's face was like golden paper, and his breath was weak.

Xuan Ji hurriedly fed a Tian-Mending Pill: "Senior brother, hold on, this child Xu Zhu still needs your care; Ye Erniang's sin still needs your atonement!"

Punishment is punishment, but Xuanci has a lot of prestige in Shaolin Temple.

Coupled with the decades-long relationship between brothers and sisters, how could Xuanji be so cruel to kill him directly?

After a while, Xuanci finally came over and was carried back to the meditation room by the disciples, and Xuzhu took care of him.

in the room.

Gu Heng looked at the man in black in front of him: "Xiao Yuanshan?"

"It's me." Xiao Yuanshan took off his face towel, revealing a rough, weathered face.

Although his temples were gray, his eyes were as sharp as falcons.

When he was comprehending the Sutra of Washing Marrow, Gu Heng glanced around the Shaolin Temple with his spiritual thoughts, and easily found Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, so he called them out loudly.

"Why did Zuncha come to me?" Xiao Yuanshan's expression was cold, "If you want me to forgive Xuanci, it's not necessary, you might as well kill me. The hatred of killing my wife is not shared, how can I, Xiao Yuanshan, surrender. ."

"Okay, that's right." Gu Heng nodded with admiration on his face, "But did you really find your enemy? Xuanci was just a gun for a man, and you haven't found the mastermind behind it."

"You mean Murong Bo?" Xiao Yuanshan was taken aback, "But he is already dead."

After so many years, Xiao Yuanshan has found far more information than he imagined.

Gu Heng nodded: "That's right. It's just that Murong Bo is not dead. Moreover, Murong Bo did not misrepresent the news back then, but planned it intentionally. This Murong family is a descendant of Dayan, and they are single-mindedly seeking to restore the country, and the world will not be in chaos. How does he act?"

As he spoke, he briefly talked about what happened thirty years ago.

"This..." Xiao Yuanshan trembled with anger after hearing this, "What a wolf's ambition!"

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying Xiao Yuanshan felt.

This tactic is almost foolproof, no matter what effect it achieves, it will definitely make a profit for the Murong family.

Murong Bo was considered a worthless strategy.

Xiao Yuanshan is dead, if the Liao State sends troops to attack Song, Murong Bo will benefit!

If Xiao Yuanshan did not die and fled back, he would definitely instigate Liao to attack Song, and Murong Bo won again.

Xiao Yuanshan killed the Central Plains master casually, and he was not damaged at all, but the Murong family retained their strength and could swallow more territory and win again.

However, Murong Bo also has its own limitations.

I've been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and I don't know the state affairs. I don't know that the war between the two countries will break out if a general dies.

Soldiers and horses, food and grass, timing, people's hearts...

Before the war, many things are indispensable, and it is not possible to get on with a slap of the head, unless the opposite is a faint.

However, the Murong family did not suffer.

"It's hateful!" After thinking for a while, Xiao Yuanshan sighed, "Please tell me where Murong Bo is, but there is an order in the future, Xiao is willing to ride the horses and drive for the king."

Gu Heng: "Actually, you have met each other before."

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned: "Who is it?"

"It's the person who peeked at the scriptures with you in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." Gu Heng pointed it out directly.

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned: "It's actually him. I feel like I knew him at first sight, but I didn't expect it to be my enemy."

After all, let's go look for someone.

Gu Heng waved his hand: "Don't worry, since I asked you to come, I can naturally let you avenge your revenge today."

"If Zunjia can avenge me, then Xiao Yuanshan's life will be sold to you." Xiao Yuanshan assured.

Gu Heng nodded, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

Mental strength covered the foot of Songshan Mountain, and saw a man dressed in plain clothes, tall and mighty, with extraordinary demeanor, walking towards a village.

"Qiao Feng actually went home today? Fate, don't look for it anymore."

As soon as the thought moved, the sound was transmitted by the method of sound transmission.

Joe's Village.

"Feng'er, are you back?" Qiao Sanhuai carried two buckets of water to the house, and when she saw Qiao Feng approaching, she couldn't help showing joy.

"Father, let me come." Qiao Feng took three steps and took two steps, stepped forward to take the burden, and helped to carry the water to the house.

Qiao Sanhuai was extremely satisfied, but he said, "Feng'er, you are busy outside, and you can't rest when you get home. What should you do if you are exhausted?"

Qiao Feng laughed: "Dad, you see Feng'er is as strong as a cow, why is he tired?"

Just as he was talking, he heard a voice in his ear: "Qiao Feng, if you want to know your own background, you can go to Shaolin and talk about it."

Qiao Feng was stunned: "Life experience?"

Confused, he looked at Qiao Sanhuai and said, "Father, I remembered that there is still one thing to be dealt with in Shaolin. I'm afraid I will have to wait a while before returning home."

"Since there is something serious, then you can go to work." Qiao Sanhuai hurriedly urged, "Don't make the Shaolin elders wait for a long time."

"Yes, Dad!"

Carrying the water home, at the urging of the Qiaos and his wife, Qiao Feng performed light work and left for Shaolin.

In just a moment, it was before the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

A little novice greeted him: "Senior Brother Qiao, I have a guest."

"Who is looking for me?" Qiao Feng was very surprised.

The voice was transmitted to the foot of the mountain, and he was the only one who heard it. This person's martial arts skills were only seen in his life, and he could be called a myth.

"Young Master Gu told me to wait here." The little novice's eyes lit up, "Senior Brother Qiao, don't you know, that Young Master Gu came from the dragon, like a fairy, and shocked the entire temple at that time."

"Royal dragon?" Qiao Feng was stunned, almost suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

Seeing his expression, the little novice knew what he was thinking, and said, "If you don't believe it, just ask the people in the temple, and they all saw it, but it's not my nonsense."

Qiao Feng looked at a monk practicing martial arts beside him, the monk stopped his Luohan fist, his eyes lit up: "Xu Chen didn't lie, this is true, hundreds of Shaolin eyes have seen it. That guy, hundreds of feet are true. Long, it really frightened my legs. I thought I was looking for trouble, but I misunderstood."

"Hey, later, Young Master Gu gave a divine pill and a divine art. This is just a fairy fate, but I don't know if I have the fate to learn the world-shattering divine art."

While the monks were chatting with each other, Qiao Feng probably understood what happened.

However, he was extremely suspicious in his heart.