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- Chapter 433 Sending Letters
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, and hummed proudly: "That's natural. If the master takes action, they will be like a dog and a chicken, and they will fall like flowers and water!"
The two women clapped their hands hard, with excited expressions on their faces.
Song Jingyun raised her head and asked: "Sister, Master Fang Zheng from Shaolin is the number one master in Baidao. Can he beat the master?"
Jiang Nanyun smiled lightly, but said nothing.
Song Jingyun was startled, and a sad look flashed across his face: "Yes, Master Fang Zheng practices the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing. It is said that the skill is pure, profound and unfathomable."
Song Jingsi shook her head and pursed her lips with a smile.
Jiangnan Yun's eyes were as bright as water. He glanced at Song Jingsi, then at Song Jingyun, smiled, and shook his head.
"Okay, senior sister, are you kidding me again?!" Although Song Jingyun was straightforward, she was not stupid. When she reacted, she was very angry.
Seeing Jiang Nanyun giggle, she became even more angry and stepped forward to tickle Jiang Nanyun, using her tricky little hands.
Jiang Nanyun dodged from left to right, laughing non-stop, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Okay, haha, good junior sister, I say yes!"
She then let go of her hand. Although she was very familiar with Jiang Nanyun, she always felt that the senior sister was majestic and restrained, not daring to be too presumptuous.
"Master Fang Zheng, your martial arts skills are indeed good, but compared to the master, he is still far behind. Don't worry!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled.
Song Jingyun¡¯s bright eyes were sparkling like the stars in the night sky, and her face exuded a compelling radiance.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Nanyun smiled secretly, understanding what she was thinking.
"Master and senior sister, have you broken out of the Shaolin sect?" Song Jingsi asked softly, although her tone was soft, her bright eyes were sparkling.
She didn¡¯t expect that her master had such great martial arts skills and could be said to be the best in the world!
When she thought of this, the pride in her chest gushed out like a fountain, and her graceful body trembled slightly, unable to restrain herself.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, nodded and said: "Well, today, if there is anyone who is Master's opponent, Dongfang Bubai is the only one Unfortunately, he is hiding in Blackwood Cliff and has never come out, and Master doesn't want to mess with him. he."
"Master is so awesome!" Song Jingyun couldn't help shouting.
Jiang Nanyun chuckled and said: "Little junior sister, you know so little about how powerful the master is, and you will understand it slowly."
"Yeah!" Song Jingyun clenched her pink fist hard.
In the early morning, Guanyun Island is shrouded in golden light, and the birds are chirping and chirping incessantly. The villa is not as cold as outside, and most of the surrounding birds come here.
In the back garden of the villa, in the flowerbed at the west end, there was a bright light of swords, and from time to time, there was the sound of scolding, the sound was clear and sweet.
Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun were dressed in moon-white silk and satin outfits, waving long swords with heroic looks.
The graceful and graceful figure is shrouded in the sword light, flashing and moving, agile and light, retreating freely, and filled with an indescribable sense of beauty.
The two of them pursed their red lips tightly, their expressions concentrated, and their minds were immersed in the sword. Their intention followed the sword, and when the sword arrived, the sword's intention was continuous and connected, and there was no break in the whole body.
They danced, and gradually entered a better state. Their hearts felt peaceful, warm, and indescribably comfortable. Their minds were pure, and only one heart danced up and down with the sword.
The whistling sound disappeared, and the sword light was bright, but it was silent. The long sword followed the flow of the air and followed the flow, so it made no sound.
After a while, the two men put away their swords, made sword moves with their left hands, and held them upside down with their right hands, close to their elbows. They closed their bright eyes slightly and remained still.
Their chests rose and fell together, very slowly, and their breathing from the mouth and nose was slow and long, like silk, one strand after another, but not connected together, continuous.
After a while, the two of them opened their bright eyes, their eyes were clear and there was no flickering of light.
The two of them heard from their master that after adjusting the breath, the light flashed and forced the soul, like an unsheathed sword, which was not right.
That is because the exercise is not collected well and the heat is not achieved, so it is not difficult for the practiced essence to be completely collected in the Dantian and overflows, and the effect of the exercise is greatly reduced.
Normally, after the two of them practice, their eyes always flash and their bodies are full of energy, as if they are about to fly.
Today is different. After finishing the exercise, I feel my feet are heavy. Every step I take feels like the whole earth is shaking.
"Sister, this feels amazing!" Song Jingyun's eyebrows were filled with joy.
"Yeah." Song Jingsi nodded, carefully experiencing this wonderful feeling.
Born by compatriots between the two, they originally had a faint mind. After self -study, after self -study,??Intensify.
"One person practices swordsmanship and reaches a wonderful artistic conception, and the other person is also brought to this state. The two of them perform their skills at the same time, immersed in this artistic conception. They do a very good job of collecting their skills, and their experiences are almost the same.
The two of them didn't speak, and closed their bright eyes slightly, quietly experiencing this rare feeling.
Footsteps sounded, and Xiao Yuesheng appeared in front of the two of them.
"Master!" The two woke up in surprise and turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng.
" Xiao Yuesheng came floating in a purple shirt.
He felt like he was stepping on a cloud, being gently lifted up. A gust of wind blew, causing the purple shirt to flutter.
"Well, not bad, I've found a way out." Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the two girls' faces and nodded approvingly.
The two of them immediately beamed.
"Master, let's have another fight, okay?" Song Jingyun stepped in front of him, took his arm, raised her head and begged.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly: "Do you think you can deal with Bodhidharma's sword technique?"
"Well, we won't lose this time!" She nodded fiercely, pursed her red lips tightly, and looked determined.
"Okay, let's give it a try." Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his right hand, and a long sword flew over from the weapons rack next to him and got into his hand.
Song Jingyun jumped a step away and stood next to her sister. The two of them drew their swords at the same time. In the cold light, there was a "zheng" sound, like a dragon's roar.
?????????????????????????????????????????????Out out of hand, he drew the sword technique with his left hand and twirled his right sword, two sword flowers covered his Tanzhong and Qihai acupoints, like two pear blossoms floating past, leisurely and clear.
They inherited the Xiao family's way of doing things, taking surprise and striking first.
Xiao Yuesheng's body swayed, like a lotus retreating on the lake. In the flash of cold light, the long sword was unsheathed, and the scabbard of his left hand was thrown away and fell on the weapon rack.
The two women took a step forward, and then they suddenly probed, as fast as a frog sticking out its tongue. Suddenly and quickly, the tip of the sword turned into a little cold light.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Xiao Yuesheng used the sword technique, slashed with his long sword, a silver-white bolt flashed past, and a silver curtain seemed to hang in front of him.
"Dang-dang" sounded twice, the two men's swords trembled, paused, and were cut right in the middle, like a snake hitting seven inches, and they were suddenly paralyzed.
The long sword was stagnant, but the body movements of the two were still agile. With a light flash, they missed the tip of Xiao Yuesheng's sword by just a hair.
Immediately, the two of them twisted around and swung their swords. With a "buzz" sound, the long swords trembled and transformed into more than ten swords. The sword light filled the sky and enveloped Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng dwarfed his body, took a step diagonally, and the sword light rolled up, sweeping up the sword shadows all over the sky, and the sword light filled the sky.
The bodies of the two women rotated, the long swords transformed, and with auspicious air, they pierced his Tanzhong and Qihai acupoints, ignoring the light of his swords.
The sword light of the three masters and disciples flashed, and their figures were looming in the silver light that filled the sky, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them had fought nearly a hundred moves. Xiao Yuesheng's body swayed, and he disappeared from the place and appeared next to the weapon rack. He sent the long sword away and inserted it back into the scabbard on the rack.
"Well, that's good, you can go and deliver the letter." Xiao Yuesheng said with a slight smile.
The two of them were stunned, not seeing how he disappeared from sight, but upon hearing this, they immediately hugged each other and cheered together.
Even Song Jingsi, who had always been quiet, was beaming with joy.
For this sentence, the two of them practiced hard day and night, completely immersed in the light of the sword, not knowing whether the sun and the moon changed, day or night.
After so much hard work, they finally received Master¡¯s approval. They were so excited that they couldn¡¯t control themselves.
"Come with me, I will give you a letter." Xiao Yuesheng smiled, turned around and walked towards Hanyan Pavilion, his figure elegant, like a white cloud carrying him forward.
The two girls hurriedly let go and caught up with the master, following every step.
"After you arrive at the Shaolin Sect, if someone tries to test you, don't be polite."
On the second floor of Hanyan Pavilion, in his study, Xiao Yuesheng was sitting on a wisteria chair, handing over a letter and giving instructions with a smile.
Song Jingsi took it with both hands and raised her delicate eyebrows: "Master, will they try it out?"
"Well, they have suffered losses at my hands, and they must have been unwilling to do so." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and stroked his black mustache.
"Master, can we beat them?" Song Jingyun tilted her head and asked, with a worried look on her face: "If we can't beat them, won't we smear Master's face?!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said: "You have only been practicing for a long time. It is natural that you cannot beat them."
"But" Song Jingyun hesitated. She was extremely smart and knew that what she said was untrue. If this was true, why did she have to practice swordsmanship so hard that she could defeat Bodhidharma's swordsmanship before she could deliver the message? !
"Just try your best." Xiao Yuesheng said??Wave your hands and smile gently.
Seeing him like this, the two girls were moved. The master must be afraid that the two of them would be under too much pressure, so he said that if he really lost, it would be an embarrassment to the master!
Glancing at the two of them, Xiao Yuesheng knew what they were thinking. He waved his hands and said seriously: "Jingsi, Jingyun, there are countless masters of the Shaolin sect, and there are even more top masters who have not yet appeared in the world. You two, don't try to challenge the entire Shaolin sect!" "
"What should we do if they don't understand?" Song Jingsi asked gently.
"You guys have a good sense of balance. Don't show off when the situation is not good. They won't dare to really hurt you." Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly.
Song Jingsi was thoughtful, suddenly smiled and nodded.
Xiao Yuesheng also smiled. Song Jingsi had a calm temperament, but was extremely perceptive. He must have understood what he meant.
Song Jingyun was standing aside. Seeing the two of them like this, he felt baffled and ignored them.
Xiao Yuesheng said warmly: "Go back quickly. Don't delay on the way. There is another letter here to send to Wudang."
"Then let's take it over together." Song Jingyun said.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "Let's talk about it when we get backif you are late, I will send someone else to see you off."
"Don't worry, Master, we will go back quickly!" Song Jingyun patted her towering chest and said confidently.
"Well, things are unpredictable, and there are always unexpected times." Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and shook his head.
The two of them rode two white horses and were dressed in moon-white shirts. They were spotless. They looked like they were from Tsinghua University, which made people feel ashamed of themselves.
Both horses are rare horses. They are all white, without a trace of mottled color. Only their four hooves are black, as if they were wrapped in black satin.
Xiao Yuesheng was in front of the village, seeing them off without anyone else.
Song Jingsi got on her horse and said gently: "Master, we will be careful just go back."
"Well, watch Jingyun and don't let her get into trouble." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and glanced at the restless Song Jingyun.
"Yeah." Song Jingsi pursed her lips and nodded.
"Okay, let's go!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded and waved his hand, signaling the two of them to set off.
The two men tightened the reins, turned the horses' heads, turned around and waved.
"Xi Yuyu" hissed twice, like a dragon's roar, and turned into two white lights, disappearing at the end of the avenue in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yuesheng clapped his hands, and the sound of applause was loud and clear.
Two gray figures flashed past the door, and suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Yuesheng. They bowed, clasped their fists, and lowered their heads: "I've met the owner of the village."
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said, "Follow me and protect me secretly Don't take action unless it's a critical moment."
"Yes!" The two looked up, but it was Liang Bicheng and another man.
They have now become the shadow guards of Guanyun Villa, responsible for protection, and their titles have also been changed, calling Xiao Yuesheng the owner of the Villa.
"Go quickly." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand.
The two of them clasped their fists, their bodies floating like clouds and flowing water, and came to the two black horses tied in front of the woods.
The bodies of the two black horses are as shiny as black satin, and their muscles roll as they move, giving people an explosive sense of beauty, like two black panthers.
When they saw the visitor, they hissed softly, showing affection.
When ten people become Shadow Guards, each person is assigned a horse, which they take care of and develop a relationship with the horse.
These horses are extremely powerful and spiritual. They were fed Baicao Dan by Xiao Yuesheng, and they are no different from a martial arts master.
After Baicao Dan cut off their hair and cleansed their marrow, their spiritual apertures were greatly opened, and they almost had the intelligence of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys.
The two of them got on their horses, lifted the reins, and gently pinched the horse's belly with their feet.
"Xi Yuyu" was hissed twice, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, high-pitched into the clouds.
The two horses raised their front hooves, fluttered twice in the air, then landed on the ground, galloped away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly. After thinking about it, he felt a little uneasy. Was he too careless to send only two shadow guards?
In his eyes, the martial arts of Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun were pitifully low and vulnerable. He always felt that just anyone could bully them.
He has not lost his mind and knows that caring leads to chaos. With their current martial arts skills, they can cope with Bodhidharma Sword Technique, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, which is enough to travel in the martial arts world.
He shook his head and smiled, laughing at himself for being too soft-hearted. He turned back to the villa and continued to practice the Light Transformation Technique and explore its wonders.
Song Jingsi, Song Jingyun and the two daughters rode on horseback without any delay on the way.
"The two horses are extraordinary, far beyond ordinary people's imagination. They seem to be tireless and travel a thousand times a day.Li, walking eight hundred at night.
In five days, the two girls arrived at Shaolin.
In front of the Shaolin Temple, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, and immediately, two women dressed in moon-white robes and white horses like dragons appeared in the blink of an eye.
Arriving in front of the temple, the two women reined in the reins, and the two white horses neighed loudly, like dragons roaring in the sky, floating in the sky.
There were two young monks sweeping the floor in front of the temple gate, waving their long brooms with vague moves.
Disciples in the Shaolin Temple perform daily chores such as chopping wood and fetching water, and sweeping the floor is no exception.
The two broomsticks were very long and taller than them when they were erected. They looked quite heavy.
The two young monks were very young, about fourteen or fifteen years old. They were dressed in gray robes that were loose and swaying around their bodies, making their bodies look thinner.
??????? His appearance is delicate and delicate, full of aura. When he turned around and saw Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun, the two young monks, he was immediately stunned.
?????? Watched blankly as the two women floated off the horse and came to the front.
They were stunned, feeling like they were swaying in front of them like willow branches blown by the wind in spring.
Song Jingsi stepped forward, cupped her fists and saluted, and said gently: "Two young masters, we are here to pay homage to Master Fang Zheng. Please tell me if you can."
"Oh, oh? You want to see the abbot?" The two young monks came back to their senses, responded absently, and suddenly their eyes widened.
"Well, our master, Xiao Xiao, sent us to deliver a letter to Master Fang Zheng." Song Jingsi nodded gently.
"The two female donors are polite, please wait a moment, I will go and report!" The two young monks hurriedly titheed together and said with red faces.
As they spoke, they both ran back. After taking two steps, they remembered that they had forgotten to take the big broom that was taller than them, so they ran back again, dragging the broom up the steps and entered the temple.
"Sister, let's go in directly!" Song Jingyun was eager to try, staring at the temple door non-stop.
Song Jingsi was looking at the solemn Shaolin Temple with red walls and yellow tiles. Hearing her words, he turned around and gave her a white look: "Jingyun, you know what you are doing! You are not a master! Even the senior sister can't break out of Shaolin. You Don¡¯t think so wildly!¡±
"Okay!" Song Jingyun curled her lips and nodded helplessly.
While he was talking, a bell suddenly rang, melodious and clear, spreading far away, lingering in the air for a long time.
Before the bell rang, a group of monks in yellow clothes poured out from the temple gate and stood on both sides of the steps, extending to the bottom of the steps.
They all held wooden sticks and stood in front of them, with serious expressions, looking ahead, motionless, like statues.
Although it was cold winter, they were wearing thin yellow monk robes, which could not hide their bulging muscles, which contained tyrannical strength.
They just stood like this, motionless, and the two women felt a surge of pressure coming over them, and their hearts were lifted.
They practice Qingxin Jue and are very sensitive to the aura around them. Their sensitivity is far beyond ordinary people and they can detect pressure.
The two women looked at each other and secretly said, "Here we come!"
They guessed that these people were the Eighteen Arhats mentioned by Master. If not, they would not be able to stand there with such momentum.
"A-Mi-Tuo-Buddha¡ª¡ª" Amidst the long chants of the Buddha, an old monk wearing cassocks and holding a Zen staff slowly stepped out, stood in front of the temple door, bowed, and then walked down.
When the two women took a look at it, they knew without guessing that this kind-hearted old monk was the abbot of Shaolin, Master Fang Zheng!
Behind Master Fang Zheng, there was only a young monk, his eyes were like bright stars, shining, and his eyebrows were like swords, inserted diagonally into his temples.
The gods are flying, heroic.
The two women paused on him for a moment, then turned around and looked at Master Fang Zheng.
Although a person like this young monk is heroic and extraordinary, there is no such handsome and romantic man among the Qingping Gang.
They took a step forward, bowed, and said in unison: "Junior Song Jingsi (yun), I have met Master Fang Zheng!"
"You two ladies, you don't need to be polite!" Master Fang Zheng walked down the steps and came to the two of them. He raised his hands and said with a kind smile.
The two women were not polite. They straightened up and looked at Master Fang Zheng with their bright eyes.
"How is your master, Mr. Xiao?" Master Fang Zheng asked kindly. His eyes were soft, his voice was slow, and his expression was kind.
"My teacher is well." They both replied in unison.
Master Fang Zheng smiled slightly, nodded, and looked at the two of them with an expression of approval. - 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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