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- Chapter 183 Bodhidharma
The hall of the Wen Mansion is quite elegantly decorated, with a somewhat feminine atmosphere, with moon-white carpets, light gauze curtains, low couches, and embroidered piers. This is why Xiao Yuesheng rarely comes here.
Xiao Yuesheng sat down under Wen Yubing and looked at the famous Shaolin monk Kong Zhi with a gentle expression.
He has also been famous for the four great monks of Shaolin for a long time, but he does not take it seriously in his heart. The most observable emptiness has died. The other three disciples all have a sense of difficulty, blindly pursue martial arts, and are extremely superficial in the cultivation of Buddhism. , it is rare to be able to practice martial arts to such an extent without backlash.
Although the air felt cool and the warmth suddenly dropped as soon as I stepped into Wen Mansion, it was like stepping into spring. However, the monks were all calm people and did not make a fuss, but just observed carefully.
"Qiu'er, Master Kongzhi is here to inquire about Perak Hall." Wen Yubingyu's face was cold and calm, and he said to the eldest disciple in a low voice.
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Xiao Yuesheng looked up at the three people opposite him, stroked his black mustache, shook his head and sighed: "I also heard about this. It is really sad to die so young!"
Zhao Min, who was sitting opposite him, curled up the corners of her snow-white and delicate lips, sneered in her heart, and looked at him with half-smiling eyes to see how he was acting.
Yuanyin¡¯s single eye flickered, and she had been staring at Xiao Yuesheng since he came in, trying to find any clues on his expression, but she was disappointed when she saw that he was calm and relaxed, without any anxiety.
Ever since he remembered the Shuiyun Sect, he had an intuition that the murderer was a member of the Shuiyun Sect.
He Sheng'er's martial arts skills are extremely high, but he has always been low-key and difficult for outsiders to know. However, he knows that his Vajra Fist has reached the level of proficiency. Even if he wants to defeat him, he must try his best.
He was so skilled in martial arts, but he was easily killed, unless the Emei sect's Miejie Shitai personally came, but if it was Emei's swordsmanship, Bodhidharma Hall's Kong Mingshibo would definitely be able to detect it.
Uncle Kong Ming has always been unconcerned with worldly affairs. He devoted himself to studying the seventy-two Shaolin techniques in Bodhidharma Hall, and absorbed the essence of martial arts from all over the world. He is extremely knowledgeable. He has a wealth of knowledge about martial arts in the world today, and he can see through it at a glance.
The murderer will not be the Wudang sect. Although they are at odds with Shaolin and have deep quarrels with each other, the Wudang heroes have always been about benevolence and justice, and they will never kill people secretly and quietly.
Yuanyin kept counting, and it turned out that the Shuiyun sect was the most suspected. To him, the hatred of killing his disciples was tantamount to the hatred of taking away his son. The fire of karma kept rising in his heart, and his tone of voice was naturally unkind: "Donor Xiao, I wonder where you were on the night of the seventh?"
Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, his eyes were as gentle as jade, he glanced at Yuanyin, and said with a faint smile: "That night on the seventh day? I can't remember,"
He turned to Wen Yubing, who was on his right, and asked with a smile: "Master, do you remember it?"
Wen Yubing glared at him secretly, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded: "It seems like we are playing cards in the back garden."
Xiao Yuesheng suddenly understood, nodded and smiled: "Yes, it seems that Miss Zhao is here."
Seeing him looking over, Zhao Min's thoughts were racing, her eyes were full of tears, she suddenly pursed her lips slightly and shook her head: "I think so I can't remember clearly."
She was afraid that if the world was not in chaos, she would harm Xiao Yuesheng, so she would not hesitate, but she played into Xiao Yuesheng's hands.
"This Miss Zhao is" Master Kongzhi looked at Zhao Min. Her graceful and noble temperament should not be underestimated. She must have an extraordinary family background.
"This is our neighbor, Miss Zhao Min Zhao." Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile. Only Wen Yubing was with him in the hall, so I could only trouble him to introduce her.
"This female benefactor is surrounded by nobility, and she must have an extraordinary life experience." Master Kongzhi clasped his hands together and said slowly.
Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled lowly. Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said with a smile: "Master, you have good eyesight. This Miss Zhao is indeed precious!"
Master Kong Zhi glanced at Zhao Min and then stopped looking. Although she was a noble person, her martial arts skills were average and far less unpredictable than the Xiao Nanqiu in front of her.
Xiao Yuesheng took the snow porcelain tea cup that Liu Qingquan brought personally, held it still, and looked at Master Kongzhi with a smile: "Master has come a long way, what are your instructions?"
"Amitabha" Master Kongzhi announced the Buddha's name with a sad face, as if he was owed eight hundred coins, and sighed slowly: "Unfortunately, a disciple of our sect died, but there is no clue. Only the noble sect is the most familiar nearby. I have no choice but to shamelessly come here to ask for advice."
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Xiao Yuesheng narrowed his eyes, smiled, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, shook his head and said: "I only heard about the incident in Perak Hall. It was too sudden, so I I guess I'm afraid I've offended some big shot, provoked the wrath of Thunder, and slaughtered the gang in anger"
"Huh!" Yuanyin couldn't help but??Hum.
He has been observing Xiao Yuesheng's every move, and all the subtle expressions of Xiao Yuesheng are caught in his eyes. Just these few words make him feel that his guess is correct, this Xiao Nanqiu is extremely suspicious!
"What, Master Yuanyin has something to say?" Xiao Yuesheng put the tea cup to his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at Yuanyin with a half-smile.
"Did you kill my disciple?" Yuan Yin didn't want to speak at all. He wanted to take a roundabout way, make insinuations, and be careful to test, but he was impatient. Being provoked by Xiao Yuesheng like this, he couldn't bear it anymore and said this with anger. Blurred out.
Xiao Yuesheng almost laughed, held it back, shook his head, and solemnly replied: "No, yes!"
Yuanyin stared at him fiercely, her single eye flashing like a sharp sword.
He didn't believe Xiao Yuesheng's words. Although the Shaolin sect was famous for its big trees and attracting wind, few people dared to provoke them. Even if the disciple offended a certain master, for the sake of the Shaolin sect's face, he would not kill him ruthlessly. Only this Xiao Nanqiu had a quarrel with Perak Hall and was very courageous.
"Master Kongzhi, could this be done by someone from the Demon Sect?" Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Kongzhi, who was busy observing his mind.
Wen Yubing was like a statue of a goddess, silent and cold, but nervous inside. At such a critical moment, she was really hesitant.
Zhao Min, on the other hand, was in a mood to watch a good show. His eyes were full of smiles, and he kept scanning Xiao Yuesheng's face.
¡°I¡¯ve always heard that the Shuiyun Sect¡¯s swordsmanship is superb, but I¡¯m not very talented, so I¡¯d like to ask for some advice.¡± Monk Kongzhi said in a low voice after pronouncing the Buddha¡¯s name.
In recent years, despite the rise of Wudang, the Shaolin sect is still the number one sect in the world. Its disciples have always been safe, and few dare to disturb the situation. Therefore, the incident in the Perak Hall can alarm him, a sacred monk, to go down the mountain to investigate in person.
Yuan Yin had said before that Xiao Nanqiu's martial arts were extremely good, which aroused Kong Zhi's competitive spirit. He was intolerant in nature, and when he saw Xiao Yuesheng's free and easy attitude, he did not put himself in the eyes of others, he gradually became angry in his heart.
Now that Yuanyin has made his words clear, Kongzhi is too lazy to evade anymore and simply wants to test it directly. He would rather kill the wrong one than let it go. Otherwise, where will the majesty of Shaolin exist? !
"That's it!" Xiao Yuesheng slowly put down the snow porcelain tea cup, his warm face gradually turned cold, his face was as sinking as water, and he sneered lightly: "You are here to ask questions!"
"Almsgiver Xiao, it's serious. It's just a discussion among fellow martial artists." After all, Monk Kongzhi is old, has a lot of experience, is a bit tactful, and leaves a bit of leeway, and answered with a frown.
"Master, Shaolin has always been known as the best in the world. We are a small sect and it is difficult to catch up with the unexpected," Xiao Yuesheng said with a solemn face, his eyes neither sad nor happy.
He turned to Wen Yubing and sneered lightly: "However, since someone is bullying me, I have no choice but to fight with all my strength!"
Wen Yubing saw that things had developed to this point in just a few sentences, and she felt quite caught off guard. The changes were indeed so fast that she had not had time to think of a countermeasure.
"Qiu'er,be careful." She hesitated for a moment, but when she looked up and saw the calm eyes of the eldest disciple, her heart cleared, she smiled faintly, and nodded.
She is not strong enough to deal with this matter, so she can only leave it to him and let him make the decision.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded towards his master, his serious face returned to warmth, he cupped his hands, looked at Master Kongzhi, and said with a faint smile: "I heard that Master Kongzhi got eleven of the seventy-two Shaolin skills. He is amazing and brilliant. I admire you, but I don¡¯t know what kind of skills you would like to show me?"
"Amitabha I feel ashamed and want to ask for advice on some tricks with the Bodhidharma Sword." Master Kongzhi said in disbelief, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were lowered, showing even more sadness.
"Okay, Bodhidharma's swordsmanship has been famous for a long time, please come outside!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, stood up, stretched out his arm, and signaled to go out.
Wen Yubing was convinced that the sword manual of Bodhidharma's swordsmanship was in Shuiyun Pavilion. She had read it several times. Although she was not proficient in it, she had a rough understanding of it. Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, it was not difficult at all now. Live as a disciple.
They walked out of the hall one by one and arrived at the main courtyard. Li Ruoyun and the other girls also came in, causing the dozen or so monks in yellow clothes around them to close their eyes and recite the Diamond Sutra silently in their hearts to suppress the turmoil in their minds. Sheng.
"Brother, I give you a sword." Li Ruoyun took off the long sword from his slender waist and handed it over with his jade hand. Xiao Yuesheng's original sword had long been thrown away.
He took it casually and slowly pulled it out. The monk Kongzhi opposite also took the long sword handed over by the monk and gently unsheathed it.
"Master, please!" Xiao Yuesheng was quite polite and raised his sword to inquire.
"Almsgiver, please!" Monk Kongzhi held the long sword in his hand, his energy and spirit changed suddenly, and as soon as he made a gesture, he seemed to have a few more muscles on his body.?Light, majestic.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled in his heart and stabbed out slowly with a sword. It was like the Tai Chi sword of later generations, which seemed to have no strength.
"Hi¡ª¡ª!" This slow sword suddenly accelerated, bursting out a white light, which was dazzling and unstoppable, catching people off guard.
Although Monk Kongzhi was on guard, he didn't react in time. He quickly blocked the attack with his sword, but it was fast but not chaotic. He blocked it on his chest, trying to seal the stabbing sword.
"Master, accept!" Xiao Yuesheng put away his sword, smiled faintly, stepped back, came to Wen Yubing's side, and handed the sword back to Li Ruoyun. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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