Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

Shaolin did not leave the master, and the master went to create the Wudang school.

"Master, why do you need to say more, the disciple has long wanted to go down the mountain to see it."

After speaking, Zhang Junbao took Master Jueyuan and walked out.

Shaolin.

Don't stay! .

Chapter 13

"Ding, it is detected that the host is angry with the first seat of the Dharma Hall, and is about to leave Shaolin. The chance reward is being distributed..."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the first level of Yi Jin Jing."

Zhang Junbao was stunned for a moment.

This system is really a killing system.

He turned his face against Wuxiang, and the system actually gave such a good reward.

Yi Jin Jing is the first of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

Even the first tier, the value is immeasurably high.

"If Wuxiang knew that I was going down the mountain, not only did I take away the Jiuyang Divine Art, but also the first layer of the Yi Jin Jing, I wonder if it would be so angry that I would vomit blood?"

Zhang Junbao thought to himself, a smile spontaneously rose from the corner of his mouth.

Back at the residence, Zhang Junbao immediately packed up and saluted, ready to go down the mountain immediately when the Shaolin Temple gate opened in the morning.

"Junbao, it was because of the teacher that I killed you."

Master Jueyuan felt very sorry.

Originally, he wanted him to practice martial arts, but unexpectedly, he had to leave Shaolin.

"It's okay, Master, the disciple wanted to go down the mountain."

Zhang Junbao is telling the truth.

Now that he has a system in his body, and Jiuyang Divine Art has been learned, since Shaolin does not let him learn martial arts, it is really not as good as going down the mountain.

The outside world is wonderful.

With his ability and system, why can't he make a new breakthrough?

"It's okay! It's okay!"

Master Jueyuan sighed.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Junbao was about to leave his master when he heard a voice from outside the temple.

"He Zudao from Kunlun Mountain visited Shaolin Temple and has a message."

The voice is not very loud, but the person who spoke used the skill of "sound transmission over a thousand miles" to spread it throughout the Shaolin Temple.

"He Zudao, the three saints of Kunlun, I didn't expect him to come today."

Zhang Junbao couldn't help laughing.

I thought that when I went down the mountain, I would not encounter this person, but I did not expect that I ran into it anyway.

Wuxiang thought that the three saints of Kunlun were three people, but Zhang Junbao knew very well that the three saints of Kunlun were only one person.

One person is also the name of the qin sage, the chess sage and the sword sage, hence the name Kunlun Three Saints.

He said that the word "sage" cannot be used easily, so he changed his name to "Foot Road" and linked them together to become the three saints of Kunlun, He Zudao!

As soon as He Zudao's voice fell, he heard more than ten giant bells ringing in the Shaolin Temple.

The sound of Dangdang is incessant, and it only shakes the mountains.

Zhang Junbao walked out calmly.

Before the mountain gate, more than a dozen Shaolin elders all stood outside the temple, and there were hundreds of Shaolin disciples standing on both sides.

In front of them, there was a man in his thirties, dressed in white, standing against the wind.

Guo Xiang, who had just left Shaolin a few days ago, also stood beside him.

"He Zudao, entrusted by others, has a word to pass on to Zen Master Jueyuan of your temple."

Zen Master Wuxiang snorted coldly.

"Jushi He is known as the Three Saints of Qin, Sword and Chess. If you think about the word "sage", how can ordinary people dare to call themselves? The poor monk wants to come, and Jushi He must have the highest attainments in these three aspects."

"A few days ago, Jushi He left a book at the temple and said that he wanted to come to learn. Since he is here today, please enlighten me."

He Zudao shook his head again and again.

"Competing by martial arts will hurt the peace, so let's play a game of chess."

After he finished speaking, he used his finger as a knife, and cut a vertical line and a horizontal line on the bluestone slab in front of the temple.

In an instant, a chessboard was drawn.

"This guy is so powerful?"

Wuxiang was stunned, and he never imagined that He Zudao had such deep inner strength.

This bluestone slab is as hard as iron, and I use my fingers to draw a groove as deep as half an inch on it.

This competition, before it even started, has already lost.

But the words have been said before, how can they admit defeat?

For a while, it was a bit difficult to ride a tiger.

At this moment, Master Jueyuan came out.

"The poor monk feels far away, but he doesn't know what layman He has come, and what are the rumors?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward.

Every time he took a step, he took a few inches of footprints on the bluestone slab, and after a few steps, the chessboard drawn by He Zudao was completely erased.

Wu Xiang was suddenly shocked.

Unexpectedly, Jueyuan, who usually does not show the mountains and waters, has such a deep inner strength, but he is not aware of it at all.

"Good work!"

He Zudao exclaimed.

"Master has such deep internal skills, and He is ashamed. He lost this game. Let He teach you your swordsmanship."

After finishing speaking, with a swipe, a long sword was drawn from under the Yaoqin on his back.

Jue Yuan put his hands together.

"Jushi He wants to compete in martial arts, but I'm afraid he has picked the wrong person. The old monk only knows how to recite scriptures, meditate, read books and sweep the floor, but he doesn't know anything about martial arts."

He was telling the truth.

Although Jueyuan has practiced Jiuyang Divine Art, Kong has a strong inner strength and does not understand any martial arts moves.

But how dare you believe it?

He sneered, and when he stepped forward, the long sword suddenly popped out, and the move was so fast that it was hard to see.

"oops!"

Jueyuan didn't expect that when he said the sword, the sword would come out, and the sword was so fierce.

Fortunately, although Jueyuan does not understand martial arts, he has practiced Jiuyang Shengong for many years, and his inner strength has already reached the realm where he can send and receive freely as he pleases.

At the moment, Jueyuan suddenly changed, and his hands together, he even caught He Zudao's long sword.

He Zudao tried his best, but still couldn't move.

He has been in the Western Regions for many years and has never met an opponent.

Unexpectedly, how could he be reconciled to being easily restrained by a Shaolin monk?

Immediately, he changed his move, still holding the sword in one hand, but attacked with a palm in the other.

After all, Jueyuan had never practiced martial arts moves, and when he saw a palm attack, he quickly reached out to block it.

As a result, the clamped long sword suddenly lost control.

He Zudao was overjoyed, his hand suddenly exerted force, and a sword hit Jue Yuan's throat.

"Master!"

Zhang Junbao was in a hurry.

He glanced sideways, but saw the masters of the Shaolin Temple, all standing solemnly, without the slightest preparation for rescue.

Perhaps Jueyuan's identity is too humble.

In their eyes, it is far less important than the rules of the rivers and lakes.

If there is another person, for example, the one who fights with He Zudao is Wuxiang, in such a situation, I am afraid that the Shaolin elders present will immediately help.

"These old bald donkeys are all sane, but they don't actually have a good thing."

Zhang Junbao couldn't help but burn with anger.

You must know that Jueyuan fought against He Zudao for the sake of Shaolin's face.

Otherwise, he can completely stay out of it.

But now Jueyuan is in a predicament, and each of these Shaolin elders is indifferent.

Once He Zudao made a real strike, I was afraid that Master Jueyuan would immediately die on the spot.

At this time, there is not much to worry about.

Zhang Junbao performed Arhat Fist, his body was like electricity, and he punched He Zudao's shoulder.

Before the fist came, there was a faint sound of muffled thunder.