[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

After nightfall, Fang Tianzhi, Zhang Wuji and the other three rushed to Wan'an Temple together in secret.

The moon and stars are sparse, and thousands of plain gauze lanterns hang under the heavy eaves of Wan'an Temple, reflecting the flowers in the courtyard into pink and white, as if in the middle of the day.They were skilled and bold, and they were not wearing night clothes. They just quietly walked in the dark place among the bushes at the root of the wall. .

After walking along the Baishi path for a long time, two dim lights suddenly lit up from the shadow of the trees under the moonlight.Everyone was alert to the approaching person, and quietly jumped into the white-walled house next to them one after another.Through the cirrus window, I could see the two lights getting closer and closer. Not long after, a few servants came with paper lanterns, surrounded by four red-robed monks and a middle-aged man with sloppy feet.The four foreign monks walked with their hands in their arms, their expressions were very arrogant, but they surrounded the middle-aged man very carefully, for fear of making mistakes.

Fang Tianzhi took a look under the shadow of the lamp, and saw that middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a crow-green crane cloak, a crescent crown on his head, gray hair on his temples, and a solemn face, he clearly belonged to the Wudang School.Judging by his age, he should be Song Yuanqiao among the Seven Heroes of Wudang.He glanced sideways at Zhang Wuji beside him, and sure enough, he saw an anxious and worried look on his face.Sensing his gaze, Zhang Wuji looked back, silently mouthed and said, my uncle.

Fang Tianzhi nodded, then shook his head again.Nodding means knowing, shaking the head is hoping that he will not act rashly and act rashly.Zhang Wuji also understood it, the hands holding on to the white wall were clenched into fists, but he didn't make any extraordinary movements, he just stared at Song Yuanqiao's gradually approaching figure.

Everyone planned to wait for this pedestrian to pass by before putting on a trail, but they didn't expect that when they walked outside this abode, they didn't go far. The faint yellow lights leaking from the flower window slowly circled half a circle of the long wall, and finally stopped at Behind the black lacquered door outside the green trees.

The gate was not locked, and the servants pushed the door and held the lamps first, and welcomed Fanseng and Song Yuanqiao in together, then walked unhurriedly through the front yard and went around to the back.Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and they started to use their lightness skills one after another, and flew to follow. Not long after, they saw the pedestrian walking into a large hall from a distance.

Across the eight carved doors and windows, the hall is brightly lit, and a few shadows of people walking around are faintly revealed on the window paper.

Zhang Wuji and Fang Tianzhi took the first step and leaned quietly to the left side of the hall, only to hear someone say: "Song Daxia has been here as a guest for several days, and I'm afraid he has seen the situation of other sects. I think we know the rules here. ?”

The man's voice was old and serious, Fang Tianzhi knew it was the deer sticker as soon as he heard it.

Song Yuanqiao said: "I don't even know the rules of the Tartars."

Lu Zhangke snorted coldly, and said: "That's okay, I'll tell you. Song Daxia, do you want to submit to the imperial court?"

Song Yuanqiao cherishes words like gold, "Forgive me for being difficult."

Lu Zhangke clapped his hands and said: "Since that's the case, I invite Song Daxia to show his skills. As long as he wins against the three of us, whether to go or stay is up to you. If you can't win, leave one finger behind. After a month in the prison tower, I will ask you whether to surrender or not."

While the two were talking, Fang and Zhang condensed their fingers and poked two holes in the window paper in order to observe the scene inside.Song Yuanqiao stood under the hall with his eyes closed, sneered when he heard the words, and reached out to take the long sword handed by a foreign monk without saying a word.As soon as the sword was in his hand, he immediately showed the appearance of complete spiritual energy, Song Yuanqiao lightly shook out a sword flower, made a sword formula with one hand, and performed the opening gesture of Wudang swordsmanship.

At this time, looking at the long sword, it was a wooden sword, as if afraid of its offensive power, the sword head was still wrapped with a thick layer of cloth.The members of the six major sects have lost all their internal energy, no matter how superb their swordsmanship is, it is extremely difficult to injure someone with such a sword.

Luzhangke ordered in a cold voice: "Wen Wo'er come out and fight him." One of the monks on the left side of the hall responded, and just as he took a step, a girl's voice suddenly came from the hall, "Wait a minute .Falie, go meet Song Daxia for a while."

This voice is like the sound of a qin in the moon, and the flowers are singing down the river. It is indescribably beautiful and clear, and it is exactly from Zhao Min.Everyone looked forward following the sound outside the window, and saw that the first seat in the hall was stacked with brocades, and Zhao Min was sitting on it gracefully in a soft imperial gown, playing with a green flute in his hand.She tilted her head and said something to a foreign monk who came by her ear, and she moved slightly, and the pearls and jade bells on her hair complemented each other, making her face even more bright like Qionghua and as gorgeous as red clouds.

After hearing the instructions, the monk leaned over to a bald man in green robe and whispered something in his ear.After hearing this, the bald head suddenly got up and walked down the hall, facing Song Yuanqiao two by two, opened his posture with bare hands and said: "Hero Song invites you."

Most of the foreign monks who served under the imperial court came from Tubo, which made Kung Fu also have obvious Tantric characteristics.Song Yuanqiao's eyes were vicious, and he saw at a glance that this bald man named Fa Lie's kung fu was like that of Shaolin, so he couldn't help but change his face and said: "Are you a member of the Vajra sect?"

Fa Lie said: "That's right, please come in."

The Vajra Gate had caused Yu Daiyan to be disabled for many years, and he had an unresolvable grudge with Wudang. Song Yuanqiao heard about Fa Lie's identity, and after decades of nourishing Qi, the anger on his face faded away, showing a calm and at ease look. Unhurriedly drew out a soft cloud swordsmanship, and swung it towards Falie.Falie was not in a hurry when he saw it, and used a set of fists and palms to fight the enemy with his bare hands.

Fang Tianzhi looked at each other through the window, neither of them used their internal strength, they had completed dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.Song Yuanqiao has won the true teaching of the Wudang School, and has been immersed in swordsmanship for half his life. Although he is not really angry, but with a set of soft cloud swordsmanship, his moves are neither fast nor slow, but they are continuous like clouds, as if weaving in midair. Formed a sword net, firmly enveloping Fa Liegang's fierce fist.Fazhao became more and more irritable when he punched, a sliver of internal energy was brought out when he punched, the wind blew past the candle, causing the flames to flicker continuously, but Song Yuanqiao's wooden sword did not touch his fist, and the sword reached a point. If he touches and walks, unless Fa Lie rushes close with the sword screen, he will do nothing to him.But if he forced his way and the sword hit him, he would lose again.

Fang Tianzhi looked at hundreds of moves again, only to feel that this set of swordsmanship is murderous and lingering, without showing any signs.If it wasn't for Song Yuanqiao's lack of internal strength and the inability to use many subtleties in his swordsmanship, this Fa Lie would have already been hit by seven or eight swords.A faint admiration rose in his heart, and he became more and more attentive.Just at that time, Song Yuanqiao was still dealing with Fa Lie with one sword, and the next sword stabbed obliquely, and pierced Fa Lie's shoulder.This sword is not very fast, but it makes people feel unpredictable and unexpected, just like an antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found.Fa Lie didn't know how to dodge at all, he looked like a wooden stake, and stood there blankly, allowing him to stab him.

Zhao Min was concentrating on watching the sword, and when the sword came out, he almost slammed his palms together and shouted Miao Lai, but he restrained himself immediately, only showing a smile on his face.Everyone outside the window felt puzzled, losing face in the match, and really didn't know what she could be happy about.

Deer Zhangke guessed Zhao Min's intentions, and said: "Falie retreats, Faxing steps up." But he called another person from the Vajra Sect to confront the enemy.

Song Yuanqiao went up with the sword again, and after one or two hundred moves, Fa Xing was stabbed at the vital point on his chest with a soft sword that circled his fingers, and he was also defeated.

Zhao Min's face was full of interest and he couldn't fully express it, and suddenly he opened his mouth and said, "Ah Er, you go."

Na'er said: "Listen to the princess's orders." He was tall and thin, with a sallow complexion, but his temples were slightly swollen, his eyes were shining brightly, and his inner strength was very high, but it was his natural supernatural power. The martial arts inside, especially benefited.At a glance, everyone knew that Fa Lie Fa Xing and his ilk were completely incomparable to him, even if Song Yuanqiao's internal strength had recovered, they had to be cautious when dealing with this person, let alone now?

Zhang Wuji thought to himself, the imperial court will definitely not let the uncle win the three rounds smoothly, but if they want to cut off the uncle's finger, it is absolutely impossible.Right now, he has already made plans to break the window to save people at any time.

Song Yuanqiao is quite old, and now his internal strength is exhausted, and he is already weaker than ordinary people, so far, he has been concentrating on hundreds of moves against the enemy, and his mind and body are exhausted, his breath is uneven, and his forehead is sweating all over.He also saw that Ah Er was a formidable opponent, so he immediately gathered his mind, adjusted his breathing, and solemnly showed his hands.

A'er said: "I'm not bullying you either, let's say we don't compare internal strength, so we don't compare internal strength." After that, he took a step forward and made a gesture of worshiping the Buddha at the Lingshan Mountain to meet the enemy, which is exactly the salute in Wei Tuo's palm.The two walked towards each other for a while, their palms and swords met in a flash, and they started fighting.

Zhang Wuji was extremely worried, and kept an eye on the battle situation, fearing that something might happen to his uncle; Fang Tianzhi didn't particularly care about Song Yuanqiao's safety, after seeing a hundred or so moves, he felt something was wrong, just because of Ah Er's hundred or so moves. This move used Wei Tuo's back and forth moves. Sometimes he obviously shouldn't use this move, but relying on Song Yuanqiao's exhaustion and exhaustion, he used it meaninglessly, as if he wanted to hit him specially. Whoever looks the same.After finishing the Wei Tuo palm, he changed his stance and started to fight the Arhat Fist again.

Just now, Fa Lie had asked Song Yuanqiao to find a flaw in the bergamot plucking flowers.But now that the Second Envoy came, that flaw disappeared without a trace.

Fang Tianzhi looked at Zhao Min looking for an opportunity, and saw her frowning and raising her brows, as if she was thinking, and found something strange in her heart.Now these three fights are not so much for winning or losing, as they are for Zhao Min to watch.She didn't ask the foreign monks to play, but called the opponents of the Vajra Sect, as if she wanted to know which moves could be used against Shaolin martial arts.

After finishing this set of punches, Ah Er's palm style changed, and suddenly he slapped Song Yuanqiao's chest with a Vajra Prajna Palm.This palm technique is already a superior Buddhist martial art, the Wei Tuo palm is inferior to three points in terms of subtlety.Earlier, he intended to show Zhao Min how to prevent Wudang swordsmanship from breaking his fists, and now he started to demonstrate how to break Wudang school's swordsmanship.

Song Yuanqiao was already so tired that his back was drenched with sweat, and it became more and more difficult to resist, and he would be defeated after dozens of moves.Although he was still as calm as a mountain, the expression on Ah Er's face showed a bit of calmness. Sure enough, in the No. 20 four moves, he staggered the sword with his palm and slashed towards Song Yuanqiao's heart in the air.There was no internal force in this move, so Song Yuanqiao only took two or three steps back and stood still.With a long sigh, he threw the wooden sword to the ground.

Lu Zhangke said: "Song Daxia lost. Ask again, would you like to submit to the court?"

Song Yuanqiao said proudly: "Death is not afraid, let alone one finger? Don't talk too much!"

Lu Zhangke sneered and said: "Okay. Someone come and cut his finger." On the left and right, a monk came up to Song Yuanqiao with a short knife in his hand. One of them bound Song Yuanqiao's arm, and the other raised the knife and dropped it. I want to cut off my fingers.

Zhang Wuji couldn't hold back anymore, he split the window sash into pieces with his palm, he flew into the room, and threw a stone at the wrist of the monk holding the knife.The internal force attached to the stone was so deep, the monk couldn't dodge in time, his wrist was bloody, he couldn't hold the short knife, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Fang Tianzhi, Yang Xiao and others saw Zhang Wuji making a move, so they jumped in through the window one after another, hoping to respond.

The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, seemed to have a long memory. When they saw someone break the window, they didn't say anything. They first surrounded Zhao Min with several old monks, and the people around them didn't care.Other masters in the hall came forward to fight with everyone.As soon as Fang Tianzhi landed, two or three people jumped forward to fight each other. Although these people's martial arts were also strong, they were no longer considered opponents in his opinion. In less than a dozen rounds, he suddenly took a picture of "Shooting People", the shadows of his palms flickered like flowers, and he repeatedly shot the left shoulders of the three comers.

Those three people got hit by his palm, they all backed up a few steps, all of them were in a state of turmoil, their qi and blood were churning, one of them couldn't suppress it several times, and immediately vomited blood, the other two retreated another two or three zhang away, sitting cross-legged on the ground to adjust their breath.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Wuji directly knocked down seven or eight foreign monks with the Nine Suns Magic Kung Fu, and knocked Ah Er back with another palm, and pulled Song Yuanqiao behind him to protect him.Song Yuanqiao saw his appearance clearly, and immediately said overjoyed: "Wuji, it's you!"

Zhang Wuji was also happy in his heart, and said with concern: "Uncle, the baby is late, you are surprised!"

Zhao Min watched coldly from the side, at first he thought it was the people from the Ming Cult who came to make trouble, but suddenly saw a person whose moves were very familiar, then thought it seemed to be the Wei Tuo palm that Ah Er had just swung, so he took a closer look.I saw the person coming in white clothes like snow, while the sleeves of his robe fluttered, he repelled the three people around him one by one, and after the matter, he stopped and stopped, and stood still, showing a bald appearance.

It's none other than the stinky thief she thinks about day and night.

Zhao Min was suddenly elated, and then full of resentment. He stared at him under heavy protection, and said slowly: "I don't know who it is. It turns out that it is the disciples of the Shaolin School who came here. You have always boasted of being a decent school, but now you are the same. Aren't the demons and monsters hanging around here not afraid of ridicule from all over the world?"

Fang Tianzhi has always been calm when facing her, but today he suddenly caught a glimpse of her girl's mind, and seeing the two of them now, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.While he was silent, Yang Xiaoxian raised his voice and said with a laugh: "Your Majesty's words are wrong. It is true that the six major sects and our sect have quarrels, but they are all genuine Han people. The Tartars are the enemy, so everyone will naturally do their best. Settle your suspicions and fight together. Princess Bingxue is smart, doesn't she even understand such a simple truth?"

Although Yang Xiao hated Fang Tian to the point of ruining his marriage, but Ji Xiaofu's heart was deeply locked, and no one else knew about it, so he didn't know that this bald donkey was actually his rival in love.Facing the Mongolian court now, personal grievances are insignificant, so he naturally put it aside and gave full play to his public relations qualities.When Fang Tian heard that he was the first bird, he was so happy that he didn't talk to Zhao Min.

Zhao Minli ignored him, just looked at Fang Tianzhi wholeheartedly, and said quietly: "You can also accept the monsters of the Demon Cult, as long as you have to fight against me, right?" She said, as if Really a little sad, a pair of wonderful eyes faintly flooded.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao felt that something was wrong, so he glanced at Fang Tianzhi calmly.

Fang Jiaozhu's scalp was numb, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly saw the green flute tightly held in her plain hands.The body of the flute is soft and shiny, as if it has been carefully played by someone for a long time, and it looks quite familiar, he took a closer look, and felt that it was exactly the same as the one he used.His thoughts flashed back, and he suddenly remembered that when he was in the Chasing Wind Gang, he used a flute as a splint to cover her bone injury.

This is even more embarrassing!

Zhao Min sensed his gaze, and cast down his eyelashes to look at it, suddenly his face was dizzy, looking so delicate and beautiful, the two parties were stunned for a moment.Zhang Wuji thought to himself, looking at it now, the appearance of this Miss Zhao is not inferior to that of my sixth aunt.As soon as he thought about it, he immediately regretted it, blaming himself for not comparing Aunt Six with this cruel and ruthless Tarzi princess.

And Zhao Min pretended to be calm and put the flute behind his back, and pressed Fang Tianzhi with his hands behind his back, "Tell me, is it right?"

Fang Tianzhi sighed, and said coldly: "Amitabha, you have used all kinds of schemes to harm me in Shaolin, the poor monk has nothing to say to you. The people in the Central Plains martial arts were imprisoned by you first, and the poor monk just came here Saving people, why in the eyes of the princess, it is the poor monk who is against you?"

Zhao Min smiled and asked: "Why did I use all kinds of schemes to kill you Shaolin? Which one did I kill? Tell me." She whispered, "Schools such as Kongtong, Kunlun, Huashan, etc. I am willing to submit to the imperial court, and all his disciples have had their fingers cut off by me. This is the famous Wudang Song hero. If it hadn't been for the rescue of the leader Zhang, he would also have a broken finger. Fighting, I did everything I could to prevent him from hurting others, and I only captured him unscathed; in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, Master Yuanyi killed three of my generals one after another, did I say anything? Have you ever taken revenge on Shaolin disciples? Any monk?" She sighed softly, and said with a little bit of self-deprecation, "How can I feel sorry for you, so that you hate me so much?"

Fang Tianzhi really wanted to say, then I still need to thank you?But seeing Zhao Min's expression, he felt unable to speak.She dealt with the Six Great Sects and Mingjiao because she was a Mongolian aristocrat and wanted to act from the standpoint of the court, but it was not because she was vicious by nature and loved to kill people for fun.As long as she is the daughter of King Ruyang for one day, she will bear the heavy responsibility of dealing with the Central Plains Wulin, and Shaolin Wudang will naturally bear the brunt.She could have taken advantage of the poisoning of the monks and killed them all one by one. The reason why she didn't do that was, presumably, because she cared about him and was merciful.

Naturally, Fang Tianzhi also has his own standpoint, but on the matter of Shaolin's suffering, he couldn't help remembering her hatred and accepting her love.He didn't want to utter bad words, but he didn't want to talk to her too much, so he sang softly: "Amitabha!" Then he didn't say a word.

The big guys didn't distinguish between enemies and friends, they looked at each other after listening to this exchange, they all felt weird in their hearts, but they just pretended not to hear.

But Zhao Min was still fine, but he called the "Amitabha Buddha" aroused hatred, and then said sweetly: "In the past on Shaoshi Mountain, in front of the Heavenly King Hall, because I promised to treat Shaolin monks kindly, the master promised me three things, I don't know Does it still count?"

It's about promises, no delays.

Fang Tianzhi immediately replied: "There is such a thing. I don't know what the princess has ordered, but the poor monk will definitely do it."

Zhao Min was silent for a moment, Shi Shiran said: "The first thing is, it's simple, I want you to grow your hair and return to vulgarity from today."