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With a very quick shot, he wanted to break a corner of the formation, so that the entire formation was easily solved.

Duan Junheng aimed at the one with the weakest martial arts among the 18 people and issued a yang finger.

But something unexpected happened, the person who got the yang finger continued to cooperate with others to trap Duan Junheng as if nothing happened.

A thought flashed through Duan Junheng's mind, and he slashed at the person next to him with his palm. The person took Duan Junheng's palm without hesitation, and there was a bang, as if he had hit the bronze man. life.Of course, Duan Junheng was merciful in this palm.

"Copper skin and iron bones." Tong Xin said in surprise.

Master Benzhai nodded.

In the past, it was just heard that Tong Xin always expected to have a body of copper and iron whenever he was beaten by Master Tong, and now Tong Xin really saw it.

Duan Junheng knew that if he confronted head-on, there would be nothing he could do about the Eighteen Bronze Men's copper-skinned iron bones. He had to slowly find out their flaws and break through the Eighteen Bronze Men's Formation. Master left with regret.

In order to win quickly, Duan Junheng thought of their Duan family's "Six Meridians Excalibur".

The human body is composed of twelve regular meridians and eight extra meridians.

And the Six Meridians Excalibur is the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the hand among the twelve orthodox meridians, and the Shaoshang Sword of the thumb of the left hand.

Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, Shangyang Sword on the index finger of the right hand.

The Jueyin Pericardium Meridian of Hand, the Zhongchong Sword of the middle finger of the right hand.

The Shaoyang Sanjiao Jing in the hand, and the Guan Chongjian on the ring finger of the right hand.

The Shaoyin Heart Sutra in the hand, and the Shaochong Sword on the little finger of the right hand.

Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian of the hand, Shaoze Sword on the little finger of the left hand.

Each of the six swords is different, and its power is also different, but no matter which sword it is, it must be driven by a first-rate martial arts master based on superb and profound internal strength.

And even a first-class martial arts master can only drive one sword, not six swords at once.

This is why Duan Junheng understands "Six Meridians Excalibur" but never uses it, because his internal strength is insufficient.

But now Duan Junheng not only has his own internal strength, but also Master Benming's 50-year skill, which should be able to drive the Six Meridians Excalibur.

Duan Junheng decided to use Shangyang Sword.

Lifting Qi runs along the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming. When the Qi gathers at Shangyang on the radial side of the index finger, it is stimulated and released in one go.

The Eighteen Bronze Men knew how powerful they were and did not dare to take it head-on, so they lined up 18 people, and each of the descendants put their palms on the back of the previous one, and passed on the internal force, intending to use the power of 18 people to break Duan Junheng's Shangyang sword in one fell swoop.

Shang Yang sword, the sword is invisible, and the sword energy is floating and light, making it difficult to figure out.

At the same time that the eighteen bronze figures received the Shangyang sword, the eighteen bronze figures were forced to take three steps back.

The outcome was decided, and the eighteen bronze figures put their hands together to signal that they would admit defeat. Two of the bronze figures presented a three-legged copper tripod.

The night dew was thick, and a drop of dew fell from the leaves stained with the night dew, which was quickly evaporated by the copper tripod.

Duan Junheng walked up to the copper tripod and rolled up his sleeves, and was about to reach for the hot copper tripod.

Seeing this, Tong Xin shouted, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Duan Junheng looked back at Tong Xin and gave Tong Xin a look that was okay.

Tong Xin wanted to stop him, but Tong Liang stopped him.

Tong Liang said: "Only in this way can Uncle Duan be regarded as a real lay disciple of our Shaolin."

"What sign?" Tong Xin didn't understand.

I saw Duan Junheng pressing the inner side of the two forearms against the outer side of the copper tripod, gritting his teeth to clamp the bronze tripod.

The cool night wind brought the smell of scalded meat.

"Brother, that's enough." Tong Xin broke away from Tong Liang and ran over.

Tong Liang didn't stop him this time because it was already done.

Duan Junheng put down the copper tripod, Tong Xin stared at the scalded and bloody arm in shock, he could vaguely see a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right.

Tong Xin suddenly said, "Left the green dragon, right the white tiger."

Duan Junheng nodded.

Tong Xin slapped his small chest proudly, almost making himself angry, "The old cow is on the waist, and the dragon's head is on the chest."

Tong Yi and Tong Liang: "..."

Others are at a loss.

"Does every Shaolin disciple have to be ironed?" Tong Xin was a little terrified.

The abbot nodded, "If you want to go down the mountain, you have to do this."

Tong Xin suddenly said faithfully: "Brother presiding officer, don't worry, I was born as a member of Shaolin, and died as a ghost of Shaolin. I will never leave Shaolin in my life."

"..."

When everyone looked back at Master Benming, the master had already finished with a smile.

The abbot said: "Amitabha, he... has seen it."

"Master." Duan Junheng yelled and suddenly fainted.

"Brother." Tong Xin hurriedly supported him so that he didn't fall off.

After Master Ken passed Duan Junheng's pulse, "Just now when he released the Shangyang sword, he consumed too much zhenqi too quickly, causing the zhenqi to be unable to return to its place for a while, as long as he can be channeled."

Tong Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Benming's funeral was very simple but grand, and Benming lay in the raging flames to worship.

Duan Junheng fell into a deep coma for a whole day. Although he couldn't send Master Benming off in person, Tong Xin knew that Duan Junheng could feel it.

Seeing that Duan Junheng hadn't eaten for a day, Tong Xin kindly wanted to make a bowl of gruel for Duan Junheng himself.

After looking at the fruits and vegetables in Master Benyu's warehouse, he decided to pick the freshest vegetables in the vegetable field of Shaolin Temple.

When I came to the vegetable field, I didn't want to but saw that many vegetables that were ready to be harvested were trampled to pieces. Seeing that the vegetable field was a tutuo, I was distressed to arrange those vegetables.

"Who is so wicked?" Tong Xin said.

Seeing that it was Tong Xin, Toutuo quickly got up and saluted Tong Xin, "Master Uncle."

"Who stepped on it?"

"I don't know, it hasn't happened before, but it's always like this these days."

Tong Xin said angrily, "I will put up a warning sign here in the future."

Toutuo slapped his forehead, "Good idea. The sign says please be merciful."

Tong Xin thought for a while, "It's too intimidating. It should be written like this, step on my head today, and plant it on your grave tomorrow. Let's see who else dares to step on it."

Toutuo: "..."

Tong Xin squatted down to pick up the vegetables, pulled them out, he didn't know what he saw and thought of something, suddenly stood up and ran to the supervisor's office, he didn't even want the vegetable basket.

The supervisor monk and his disciples, the first thing they did when they saw Tong Xinlai was to stand up and protect the pigeons, and asked tremblingly, "Master... Uncle Master, why are you here?"

"I'm hungry." Tong Xin replied casually.

"..."

All of a sudden, everyone felt like an enemy.

After receiving the notification from his disciples, the supervising monk ran over wearing only one shoe, "Master, just let those pigeons go, they haven't been weaned yet."

Tong Xin's eyes lit up, "That's the pigeon."

The supervising monk wanted to slap himself in the face.

Tong Xin touched the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "Angelica, rehmannia, Codonopsis pilosula, fried Atractylodes macrocephala and stewed squab are the most nourishing."

The supervising monk 囧囧, "..." Uncle Master, is he breastfeeding or confinement, eating so nourishing.

"Okay, you guys go and cook it for me. Also, remember to add some cooking wine when stewing..." Tong Xin felt something was wrong while talking, and then slapped his thigh, "It's wrong."

Supervisor Monk and others looked at each other, what's wrong?

Tong Xin shouted: "I'm not here for confinement, I almost forgot the business."

Supervisor Monk and others: "..."

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The supervising monk breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't come to eat pigeons, he said again: "I don't know what orders the uncle came to see the nephew?"

"I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for it." Tong Xin proudly pointed at those pigeon cages.

The supervising monk secretly thought that he still came to eat pigeons.

"Uncle, you committed the crime knowingly, and the punishment is not just to face the wall and think twice, I am afraid that you will be expelled from Shaolin." The supervising monk said earnestly.

With an innocent face, Tong Xin said, "Fei Ge will also be expelled from Shaolin for passing on the family letter to my mother?"

The supervisor monk and others were embarrassed, it turned out that Tong Xin also had normal thoughts.

"No... I don't know where the uncle wants to send the family letter?" asked the supervising monk.

"Nanjing." Tong Xin said while instructing the people beside him to bring pens and paper.

"Nanjing?" The supervisor monk paused slightly, "If it's Nanjing, it might not be convenient."

Tong Xin, who was biting the tip of his pen and thinking hard about how to write, said, "What's wrong?"

"The only homing pigeons that can fly to Nanjing are in the abbot's courtyard, but there is only one left."

"How many large Shaolin Temples can only have one pigeon fly to Nanjing?"

The supervisor monk looked at Tong Xin resentfully, who is to blame?

Tong Xin looked at the next best thing, "What about the ones flying to Jiangxi?"

"You ate."

"..."

Tong Xin thought for a while and said, "What about the ones flying to Beijing?"

The supervising monk hesitated to speak, "...Uncle, how many mothers are you?"

"...One, do you have an opinion?" Tong Xin stared at the prison monk with his hips akimbo.

Supervising Monk: "..."

Tong Xin continued to worry about how to write the family letter, and asked: "My mother is running around. If my mother is not in Beijing, can I transfer Beijing to Nanjing?"

"can."

"If my mother is in Beijing and sends a letter today, when will my mother receive a reply?"

"If the wind is favorable, you can reach Beijing in half a day; if the wind is headwind, it may take one day."

"Well, I see."

The supervising monk took a few steps back and asked Tong Xin to write the family letter.

Tong Xin wrote like a cat scratching a dog: How did the current host master of Shaolin die?

In the evening of the next day, Tong Xin received a reply from Mrs. Tong.

Mrs. Tong not only returned a long article eloquently, but also brought food. As soon as the carrier pigeon fell to the ground, she was so tired that she foamed at the mouth, and the supervisor was very distressed.

Tong Xin opened the book and said confidently: "Stinky boy, it really is the son who ran away with others and poured out the water."

Duan Junheng who was watching from the side: "..."

As expected, like a mother like a son, if anyone dares to say that Tong Xin is not Mrs. Tong's son, Duan Junheng must teach that person what is meant by poured water.

Tong Xin shyly said, "Brother, it seems that mother