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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 11-12: Divine Movement and Destruction Sect

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    Chapter 11-12 Shen Xing, Destruction of the Sect

    On this day, Xiao Yuesheng came to the Shaolin Temple and stood in front of the Shaolin Temple. Looking at this long-standing ancient temple, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

    This is the temple in front of you, the mysterious Shaolin Temple. If you master one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts, you can defeat the enemy and dominate the martial arts world.

    He suddenly felt curious and stood in front of the stele, bowing his head and thinking, why is the Shaolin sect so long-lasting and prosperous? What is the secret?

    While he was meditating, two monks in yellow clothes came down from the steps, walked up to Xiao Yue's side, joined in tithes, and asked softly: "This donor, I don't know why you came to our temple. Why do you want to do so?"

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his head and glanced at the two of them. Seeing that they were two young monks with childish faces and peaceful expressions, he smiled slightly, clasped his fists and asked, "May I ask the two young masters, is Master Xuanbei in the temple?"

    The two young monks looked at each other, one of them titheed and said politely: "It's unfortunate that the donor has come. Uncle Xuanbei has already left the temple."

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned: "Leaved the temple?When did you leave?"

    "Uncle Xuanbei has been away for three or four days. I don't know when he will come back." The young monk nodded and said calmly, with a soft tone.

    "Excuse me, young master, where has Master Xuanbei gone?" Xiao Yuesheng asked, taking out a letter from his pocket and handing it over.

    The young monk took it with both hands, glanced at it, seemed relieved, and titheed again: "Uncle Xuanbei has gone to Dali."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "I see Then how about asking the young master to send the letter to Abbot Xuanci for review?"

    "Yes, please wait a moment, donor." The young monk nodded in agreement, joined the tithe, turned around and entered the temple gate. His steps were light and his Qinggong was not weak.

    After a while, the young monk came out, with nimble feet, came to Xiao Yuesheng, titheed him, and said softly: "The master has invited me, almsgiver, please come with the young monk."

    "Thank you, young master." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled, followed him into the Shaolin Temple, walked straight in, passed two temples, and came to a small courtyard.

    The young monk said softly: "This is the abbot's monastery, please come in."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and titheed: "Thank you."

    The young monk returned the courtesy, smiled, and retreated lightly, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and was curious to see what this famous Shaolin number one and the most powerful person in the martial arts looked like.

    He also didn¡¯t expect that he could meet the abbot of Shaolin so easily. According to his original thought, he must be busy with business or relying on his status, so he would not meet people easily.

    Thinking of this, he became curious and no longer hesitated.

    He stepped into the small courtyard and glanced at it, catching everything in his eyes.

    There is only a small bamboo forest in the courtyard, nothing else, no rockery, no pavilion, no tables and chairs, just a small bamboo forest.

    A gust of wind blows, and the green bamboos flutter and rustle with the wind, making it even more peaceful.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood in the center of the courtyard, clasped his fists in a salute, and said slowly: "I am a junior at Xiao Guanlan, and I will pay my respects to Master Xuanci!"

    His inner strength is not deep, but he is more pure. His voice is like a thin thread, condensing and not dispersing, floating in and into the room.

    "Donor Xiao, please come in!" A solemn voice came slowly.

    " Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly. He was truly worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. His inner strength was extremely profound. This mellow and peaceful sentence contained extremely strong inner strength.

    He pushed open the door and stepped in, but it was a simply decorated room. There was an old monk sitting on a futon under the Buddha statue in the middle. He had white beard and eyebrows, a rosy complexion, a pair of calm eyes, and a solemn look between his eyebrows.

    Xiao Yuesheng entered the room and gave a tithe: "I have met Master Xuanci!"

    "Almsgiver Xiao, please take a seat." Master Xuanci stretched out his hand and said slowly, not slowly, not in a hurry, calmly and unhurriedly, with a sense of peace.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded, sat on a yellow futon, looked up at Master Xuanci, their eyes met, and they looked away slightly.

    A young novice monk brought the tea cup, Xiao Yuesheng took it and took a sip. After a slight bitterness, the fragrance lingered in his mouth, and he couldn't help but nod in secret praise.

    Master Xuanci put down the tea cup and looked up at Xiao Yuesheng: "The donor is here to find Junior Brother Xuanbei. Does he want to join Junior Brother Xuanbei?"

    Xiao Yuesheng also put down the tea cup, shook his head and said with a smile: "That was my master's intention, but it was not my original intention."

    Master Xuanci smiled slightly and asked harmoniously: "I wonder what the original intention of Donor Xiao is?"

    " Xiao Yuesheng didn't care. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He smiled slightly and said, "My meridians are naturally small.Lin, I want to ask for advice on how to strengthen the meridians.  "

    "Small meridians?" Master Xuanci was startled, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said, "This is not uncommon, most people in the world are like this. My Shaolin martial arts all have such effects, strengthening the meridians and strengthening the body and marrow."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said: "I also know the common methods, but I want to find a method with obvious results."

    Master Xuanci suddenly nodded, but smiled and said nothing.

    Seeing him like this, Xiao Yuesheng did not let it go, and said with a smile: "I once heard that the Yi Jing Jin in your temple was created by Patriarch Bodhidharma after he came to the west. It is very powerful and the most extraordinary thing is the Yi Jing Jin."

    "Amitabha" Master Xuanci announced the Buddha's name.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "I think this Yi Jin Jing is a treasure of your temple. I want to borrow it for a look, but I'm afraid the master won't agree."

    "Amitabha" Master Xuanci smiled slightly and nodded.

    Xiao Yuesheng pondered for a moment and said: "Well, master, I am not a Shaolin disciple and cannot practice the Yi Jin Jing. But if I can read the scriptures, it will satisfy my wish. Master, can you be merciful?"

    Master Xuanci sighed and said: "The Yi Jin Jing is the martial arts of our monastery and sect. If it is not disclosed to the outside world, please forgive me!"

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned and smiled: "Even if you can't practice, the master won't let you take a look?"

    Master Xuanci sighed, with a look of compassion on his face, and shook his head: "Although the poor monk is the abbot, there are rules in the temple that do not allow me to act rashly."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said lightly: "So, my visit was in vain, and I must be disappointed?"

    "Amitabha" Master Xuanci proclaimed the name of the Buddha again, with a solemn appearance.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, stood up, and saluted with clasped fists: "Excuse me for disturbing you, master. They say that Shaolin martial arts is profound and profound. I would like to see a little bit of it, is it okay?"

    Master Xuanci smiled kindly and said: "The martial arts of our sect are only used to strengthen the body and protect the Buddha's teachings. They are not used to fight against others"

    Xiao Yuesheng chuckled and shook his head. Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of him, turned into a rain of light, and enveloped Master Xuanci.

    He was smiling all over his face, but he was extremely angry in his heart. This old monk was just an old man.

    Disappointed in his heart and no longer patient, he just did what he wanted to do, directly drew his sword and struck, forcing Monk Xuanci to fight, which was a relief.

    Monk Xuanci flicked his long sleeves and faced the sword light.

    Xiao Yuesheng felt a huge force coming from the sword, and the sword seemed to be caught in the turbulent torrent, unable to control himself, and almost flew away.

    His wrist trembled, the sword body trembled, and the internal energy from several acupuncture points surged out at the same time, rushing to his wrist one after another. Wave by wave, it was transmitted to the sword, reducing this huge force.

    Then the long sword was sent forward, with a "chi" sound, it seemed to pierce the air, and pierced Master Xuanci's chest, like a meteor streaking across the sky, at an extremely fast speed.

    Master Xuanci¡¯s feet floated out three feet flatly, avoiding the long sword, clasping his hands together, and loudly proclaimed the Buddha¡¯s name: ¡°Amitabha, donor, stay here!¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, holding the Qingfeng Sword, looking at him, and said with a faint smile: "Master, what a handsome martial artist!"

    "Donor Xiao is good at swordsmanship," Master Xuanci looked calm and showed no signs of anger. He looked at him deeply and said, "Donor has a close relationship with our temple. Why did you do it so rashly?"

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed loudly: "My master has an old relationship with Master Xuanbei, but I can't catch up with him, so I'll say goodbye!"

    After saying that, he clasped his fists, smiled, and left the Shaolin Temple as if his feet were not touching the ground. He left the Shaolin Temple silently and swiftly.

    " If Master Xuanbei is here, maybe with Zuo Zimu's relationship, he can give it a try and borrow the Yi Jin Jing. But now that Master Xuanbei is not here, just a letter will definitely not work.

    When he first came to Shaolin, he sacrificed his face, used the thick and black skills that he had been fighting in the mall, and humiliated himself to obtain Shaolin martial arts.

    But he also understands that sometimes being thick-skinned doesn¡¯t work. Even if you sacrifice your face and kneel on the ground to plead, it still won¡¯t help.

    Rather than doing this, it is better to be a bachelor, simply give up this idea, or find another way, open up various acupuncture points and create a method to exercise the meridians based on my previous understanding.

    Thinking of this, he suddenly became extremely ambitious. He looked up to the sky and laughed, running with his feet like the wind, and rushed to Yunnan.

    Performing Lingbo Weibu is a way to exercise the meridians. As he walked quickly, the meridians kept heating and swollen. By the time he reached Yunnan, the meridians had already strengthened a lot.

    He has a powerful spirit, can observe subtle things, and carefully detect the meridians, and discovers thisAfter going back and forth, the meridians were actually strengthened twice, far from what they were before.

    He laughed, using this running method to strengthen the meridians, but it was not useless, nor was it as slow as he thought.

    Moreover, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. When he was running, the internal force of several meridians flowed. He had already remembered clearly that in normal times, even if he was not running, as long as he drove the internal force of these meridians as if running, he could achieve enhancement.  The effect of meridians.

    My own soul is powerful, and I can multi-task. I can divide my mind to constantly stimulate the true energy in these meridians, strengthening the meridians all the time, and the effect will be huge.

    He wished he could look up to the sky and laugh. Even without the Yi Jin Jing, it could not stop him from moving forward. He clenched his fists, his expression proud, and his confidence greatly increased.

    He did it as soon as he thought of it. He directly found a forest, sat cross-legged on the fork of a tree, entered his mind, and began to develop this mental method.

    The sun and the moon were turning, and time passed very quickly when he was concentrating. When he fell from the branch of the tree, he looked at the sky and saw that it was already early morning.

    He looked at his wet clothes and realized that they were wet with dew. As a result of this thought, a day passed surprisingly quickly.

    I turned around and looked around, but it was empty and desolate. I didn¡¯t know where this place was or how far it was from Yunnan.

    He unpacked his bag, took out some dry food and ate it, and then continued on the road, walking slowly at first and walking slowly, for fear of affecting the circulation of blood and hindering digestion.

    After a quarter of an hour, Xue learned that the stomach had been digested and no blood supply was needed, so he started to use Lingbo Weibu and gallop forward.

    The mental method he created, called Shen Xing Jue, not only strengthens the meridians, but also increases the speed. The internal force of several meridians in the legs runs extremely fast, which can not only strengthen the meridians, but also increase the speed of Qinggong, killing two birds with one stone.

    At this time, he was running the Divine Movement Technique, which was twice as fast as the Lingbo Weibu. People could only see a shadow flashing past, and it disappeared in an instant.

    His speed at this time was a bit faster than the horse of the girl in black. His speed was so fast that he could hardly see the things in front of him clearly. If Xiao Yuesheng's soul was not powerful and his thinking was far beyond that of ordinary people, he would have been unable to react in time.

    While walking quickly, he occasionally laughed loudly, feeling happy in his heart.

    This trip to Shaolin, although I did not see the Yi Jin Jing, which is quite regrettable, I was relieved. If I really read the Yi Jin Jing, my martial arts would greatly improve, but I would be worried, and I would owe Shaolin a favor and a debt of gratitude.  The most serious problem is that one feels uneasy and hinders the practice of Taoism.

    But now, it doesn¡¯t have to be like this. We have a method to strengthen the meridians, and we don¡¯t owe Shaolin any debt. It¡¯s really perfect!

    In the evening of this day, as the twilight began to spread, he passed by a small town and stopped, wanting to stay one night and continue on his way tomorrow.

    Now that he has the magic walking technique, going on the road has become a wonderful thing. He likes it very much, and he is no longer in a hurry. One day of walking is worth three days of riding a horse.

    This town has a pleasant climate, neither hot nor cold, and is located next to the main road from Yunnan leading to the outside world, so it is very prosperous and has several restaurants.

    Xiao Yuesheng found the largest room, went up to the second floor, found a seat near the window and sat down, ordered a jar of the best wine, and slowly tasted the wine while admiring the night.

    Although the wine here is not as good as modern wine, it is more mellow and has an excellent taste. It is not comparable to modern wine, and Xiao Yuesheng drank it very well.

    Originally, in modern society, he was not an alcoholic. Because of socializing, he drank a lot of alcohol, but he had an inexplicable aversion to alcohol.

    But when he arrived in this world, at the beginning, he drank to drown his sorrows, trying to find a feeling that was both real and illusory. After drinking for a while, he fell in love with it.

    After drinking two bowls, his blood began to float, so he stopped. He was no longer in a hurry to drink, but put it down for a while, and then started drinking again when his blood stopped flowing.

    He has a subtle observation and understands deeply that if the blood energy is floating, it will be harmful to the body and cannot be drank anymore.

    Suddenly, his ears pricked up and he heard the words Wuliangjian.

    Turning around and looking, there were two people at a table. One was old and beardless, with a smooth chin and a slim face, a bit of an immortal. The other was a middle-aged man, very elegant, like a scholar. The two of them  They don't look like people from the martial arts world.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood up, carried a jar of wine, sat down at the table for two people, clasped his fists and smiled, and said: "My surname is Xiao. I heard the two seniors talk about the Infinite Sword, right?"

    The two of them raised their heads and took a look at Xiao Yuesheng. He had a warm temperament that made people feel like spring breeze. He did not look like a bad guy, but made people like him very much.

    The old man cupped his fists and saluted, nodded and said, "That's right. Doesn't the young hero have some connection with the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "That's right, I have nothing to do with you."Disciple of Measuring Sword.  "

    "Are you a disciple of the Infinite Sword?!" the old man asked in shock, looking at the middle-aged man with pity in his eyes.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned and felt something was wrong.

    "Alas My condolences, Young Master Xiao." The old man shook his head and sighed, his eyes evasive, not wanting to come into contact with Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned and pondered for a moment, but still couldn't figure out that Sikong Xuan had already solved the secret by himself, and he had also been poisoned by Xiao Diao. Even if he solved the poison, his vitality would be severely damaged and he would be unable to move his hands. Naturally, he couldn't  Will struggle again.

    He pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Senior, why don't you tell me directly? I'm very grateful!"

    "Alas" The old man shook his head and sighed, looking at the middle-aged man.

    The middle-aged man clasped his fists and sighed: "Young Master Xiao, let me do the talking!"

    Xiao Yuesheng looked him over, and said politely and hurriedly: "Sir, please tell me quickly. I am all ears!"

    The middle-aged man looked at his face and sighed: "This is not good news. Young Master Xiao should be prepared!"

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Yes, I have a premonition, sir, but it doesn't matter!"

    "Okay!" The middle-aged man sighed and smiled bitterly: "According to what I heard, it seems that the Wuliang Sect has been destroyed."

    "What? Destroyedthe sect?!" Xiao Yuesheng was startled, then laughed, shook his head, and said with a disapproving smile: "Impossible, there are agencies in Jianhu Palace, how could a sect be destroyed by someone?!"

    "It seems that they were destroyed by the Shennong Gang." After the middle-aged man said this, he said no more and looked at Xiao Yuesheng.

    " Xiao Yuesheng was stunned, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at the two of them. They didn't look like they were lying.

    It's just that this matter is actually a bit ridiculous. It's hard for him to believe it. Judging from Zuo Zimu's confident look, the organs in the palace must be very powerful. The Shennong Gang can't invade at all. Even if they do, they won't be able to use their fists. I'm afraid.  Caught quickly.

    He thought for a while and was puzzled, but he believed it. His mind was sharp and he could clearly distinguish between truth and lies.

    Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still anymore, threw down a small piece of silver, and shouted loudly: "Waiter, check out!"

    After saying that, he turned around and hugged the old man and the middle-aged man with a fist, smiled, turned around and left without any hesitation.

    After leaving the small town, regardless of the darkness, he performed the Divine Movement Technique, which was like a gust of wind blowing by, so fast that it was unparalleled.

    At noon the next day, he arrived at Jianhu Palace. As soon as he climbed the hill, he felt something was not good. However, he saw broken branches and leaves everywhere, the scene was in a mess, and there were patches of bright red scattered everywhere, obviously caused by blood  stained.

    Standing here, he could clearly sense how tragic this battle was. Many people must have died, as if there were ghosts floating around.

    At this time, it was already vaguely clear to him that those two people were right. Sword Lake Palace really seemed to have changed its owner and was no longer the place of the Infinite Sword.

    "Hey, boy, who are you?!" At this time, two young men walked out of the door, with strong bodies and swords on their waists, and asked Xiao Yuesheng carelessly.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned: "Who are you? Isn't this the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

    "Hey, are you looking for people from the Wuliang Sword Sect?" A young man asked with a smile. He looked at his companion and smiled, and put his hand on the long sword: "What are you looking for them for?"

    "Are you from the Shennong Gang?" Xiao Yuesheng asked calmly.

    "Hey, you know a lot, kid!" The young man chuckled and nodded: "Yes, we are from the Shennong Gang!"

    As he was talking, footsteps suddenly came from inside, as if a group of people were rushing over.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned, knowing that these two people must have sent a signal and informed them secretly, so they spoke to delay time.
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