Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　"Then Tsing Yi Lou and Huang Xuemei are both murderous and unblinking demons. If it is spread that you are with them, will my Shaolin reputation be worth it?" Fang Zheng scolded.

　　Cheng Kun hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Fang Zheng taught me a lesson, but I'm not thinking of Shaolin, too? The ninth prince is determined to suppress the rivers and lakes, and his methods are so cruel that it is not worse than the so-called murderer!"

　　"If one day the army of the imperial court came to my Shaolin gate, wouldn't it be a waste of life?"

　　Hearing this, Fang Zheng frowned, but couldn't say anything.

　　Cheng Kun said again, "Senior Brother Fang Zheng, you know you're wrong. Please, brother, please solve this life-and-death talisman for me first. My brother and I have been tortured for the past two days. It's worse than death!"

　　Fang Zheng's expression softened a little when he heard this, and said, "It's my fault, I shouldn't let you do this. Forget it, come with me!"

　　The two came to a secret room and sat cross-legged opposite each other.

　　Fang Zheng recited the Buddhist scriptures, and a mighty Buddha light emerged from his body, covering the entire secret room.

　　Cheng Kun bathed in this Buddha's light, only to feel that the pain all over his body was greatly reduced.

　　Immediately, I was ecstatic, as if I saw the moment when the life and death talisman was completely removed.

　　But in the next moment, his complexion suddenly changed.

　　Fang Zheng's pupils shrank sharply, and he secretly said, "No, there is a fraud!"

　　Boom!

　　Suddenly, the Heavenly Sword Intent came down to Shaolin! .

Chapter 44

　　Rumble!

　　The snow-white sword energy was like a storm, and it shrouded all the surrounding buildings.

　　Sword Intent turned into the sky, and the cold glow bloomed.

　　Cheng Kun was immediately torn into pieces by the sword qi, and then the sword qi continued to spread, sweeping across the body of the nearest Fang Zheng, the abbot.

　　puff!

　　Although Fang Zheng was prepared in advance, he did not expect this sudden sword qi to be so ferocious.

　　So much that he was completely unable to resist the strong internal strength of his years of hard training Yijinjing.

　　The body protection infuriating was directly broken.

　　The sword qi entered his body, causing his meridians to be broken every inch, and blood beads from all over his body permeated, and he was already beyond recognition.

　　boom!

　　A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

　　This sword intent surged like a tidal wave.

　　He directly broke through the secret room, overturned the hard bluestone floor, and came to the ground.

　　The Shaolin monks who were close to each other were immediately affected, and they were immediately cut off in the waist and killed.

　　For a time, Shaolin, known as the holy land of Buddhism, was as bloody as the Shura field!

　　"what happened?"

　　In the depths of Shaolin, many reclusive monks were awakened by this movement and rushed out to check.

　　Seeing this scene in front of him, he immediately took a deep breath.

　　Immediately, he was furious and shouted, "Who dares to offend my Shaolin?"

　　In the distance, the sword intent was soaring into the sky, and a very young voice suddenly burst out in the great momentum.

　　"Bold Shaolin, how dare you plan to assassinate Prince Daming!"

　　"This king has already given you a chance, but unfortunately... you want to kill yourself!"

　　Hearing this voice, many Shaolin monks frowned.

　　"It's the Ninth Prince!" The owner who heard the voice suddenly became more and more surprised.

　　The person is clearly not here, but he can use this mighty sword intent as his voice transmission.

　　Such a method is more than ten times stronger than the so-called Qianli sound transmission.

　　At least the many monks present have practiced for most of their lives, and they cannot understand the truth at all.

　　However, the voice belonging to Zhu Hao sounded again: "It is a matter of time before Shaolin will be destroyed. Within a month, the monks who automatically withdraw from the Shaolin Temple will not be held accountable by this king!"

　　"If not, this thousand-year-old temple is not bad if it is used as a cemetery for you and others!"

　　Hearing this, the entire Shaolin Temple was in an uproar.

　　If at ordinary times, someone dared to speak arrogantly about Shaolin, saying that Shaolin would be destroyed, they would definitely laugh at that person for being crazy.

　　But now, they have the heart to say some morale words, but they can't make the slightest calm expression.

　　The messy ruins in front of them are still there, and the broken bodies of many monks are still steaming. Even their abbots are now buried under the ruins.

　　Where did they get the courage to speak harshly?

　　Without a mental breakdown, fleeing Shaolin screaming and screaming has proved that they are not lazy in their usual meditation homework.

　　"This ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty actually has such a cultivation level?" A shocked and old voice came from an ancient hall.

　　"That Haoran Sword Intent is really the most terrifying person I have ever seen in this life, no one!"

　　"Indeed, even the Sword Gods and Sword Immortals rumored in the Jianghu are not so terrifying!"

　　"I don't know what method he used to send that sword intent to the Shaolin Temple, but I didn't know anything about it!"

　　"Now is not the time to discuss these..." Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded, and everyone returned to calm.

　　"You should have heard what he said just now! The Shaolin Heart will not die if this person dies. The stronger he is, the worse it will be for me..."

　　"Humph! Although his strength is unpredictable, I am not so easy to bully with Shaolin's thousand-year-old heritage!"

　　"Yes, although his swordsmanship is strong, he is not invincible in this world!"

　　"It's true that he has such martial arts accomplishments at a young age, but in front of my Shaolin, it's not really enough to see..."

　　"I haven't escaped the world for many years, and outsiders really think that Shaolin has become a soft persimmon that can be kneaded at will?"

　　"So... what do you guys mean?"

　　"Everyone is bullying to the door, so of course they have to fight back!"

　　"I don't think it's right. After all, Shaolin is a door outside the square. It is not in line with the true meaning of my Buddha to directly enter the world and become an enemy of the imperial court!"

　　"This statement is reasonable. I can wait here. The ninth prince will put down his rhetoric, and then there will be no way to take my Shaolin. Not only can I get my face back, but also my Shaolin's name is indisputable!"

　　"But if that's the case, how will outsiders view my Shaolin?"

　　"Junior Brother, for those of us who are monks, fame and fortune are all outside the body, why do we value the opinions of outsiders so much?"

　　"Goodness, goodness..."

　　"Let's act according to this plan. The most urgent task now is to have someone go out and stabilize people's hearts!"

　　"I've been hidden from the world for many years, it's inconvenient to show in front of people, and I see a lot of walking in the world, so I'll let you do it for you..."

　　"Yes, Master!" Kong Jian respectfully said.

　　Fuzhou, Fuwei Escort Bureau.

　　Zhu Hao sat in the repaired courtyard, with a brand-new Tianmoqin in front of him.

　　With both hands flicking the strings, the sound waves slowly spread out like water ripples.

　　Its sound is muffled, its sound is like fog.

　　The emptiness is like fairy music.

　　Wherever the sound waves pass, the flowers and plants in the courtyard move automatically without wind, as if they are dancing when they hear a song, which is very graceful.

　　Zheng!

　　At the end of the song, Zhu Hao pressed his palms on the strings, motionless.

　　Swish!

　　A large number of colorful dust particles were suddenly suspended in the air, and the entire courtyard was suddenly plunged into a mysterious mist.

　　"Ninth Prince..." Lin Yuantu walked in quickly from outside the courtyard, and saw the scene in front of him for a moment.

　　I saw that all the flowers and trees in the original garden were gone.

　　Very empty!

　　The "mist" in the air exudes a strong grassy fragrance.

　　"Tsk tsk, this "Sounds of the Ancient Times" is indeed the oldest inheritance of the Qin Dao!" Zhu Hao slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

　　When he conquered Huashan before, Zhu Hao used the achievement points to draw eight consecutive prizes and won a lot of rewards.

　　One of them is a method of rhythm, called "The Immortal Voices".

　　Originally, Zhu Hao thought that he would not be able to use it in a short time, but now that he got the Tianmo Qin, he just took it out and used it.

　　"The Last Voice of Taigu" is different from Huang Xuemei's "Tianlong Ba Yin".

　　The latter are martial arts exercises, but they are performed in the form of piano sounds.

　　However, "Sounds of Ancient Times" is a pure way of rhythm. It records the general outline of rhythm handed down from ancient times, which can integrate all the sounds of the heavens and the earth into its own sound.

　　Although it has no lethal power, the Dao has the same goal.

　　After Zhu Hao comprehended it, he cooperated with the Tianmoqin, and then supplemented it with Zhu Hao's exclusive sword intent.

　　It even has other effects besides killing! .

Chapter 45

　　"What's the matter, in such a hurry?" Zhu Hao glanced at Lin Yuantu, who was stunned in place, and asked lightly.