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Part 1 The Divine Condor Chapter 12 Pasiba

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    Xiao Yuesheng thought for a while and said: "Since Ba Siba is looking for someone, he will probably not cause trouble for Guo Daxia again. He may not have surrendered to Mongolia yet, otherwise, he would not be so easy to get along with."

    But he was quite worried. As far as he knew, Pasiba was a Mongolian national master and had made great achievements. He has not defected to Mongolia now. It is very likely that his plan at that time worked. Mongolia was deeply wary of people in the martial arts world, and also  It made people in the martial arts reluctant to serve Mongolia.  But it is difficult to guarantee that he will not play for Mongolia in the future.

    Huang Rong sighed and said: "Looking at Pasiba's momentum, he will never give up until he finds the person who killed Jinlun Dharma King." After saying that, she glanced at Xiao Yuesheng.

    Guo Jing and Huang Rong did not know that King Jinlun died in the Mongolian Khan's tent. This news was kept secret and few people in the world knew about it.  But Huang Rong had a delicate mind and naturally guessed that it was him. Jin Lun Dharma King was so powerful that even Guo Jing and his wife could not kill him. The person who could kill him was undoubtedly Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "I killed Jinlun Dharma King. He had great martial arts skills but poor moral character. He caused great harm and had to be eliminated. I don't know where Ba Si Ba is now. I would like to wait for a while."

    Guo Jing was not surprised. He also guessed that it was Xiao Yuesheng who did it and said: "According to the news from the disciples of the Beggar Clan, he is heading to Shaoshi Mountain, probably to the Shaolin Temple."

    At this time, Shaolin is already the sect of martial arts in the world, but Shaolin is quite smart about the way of protecting oneself. In these troubled times, the mountain is closed to the outside world. Shaolin disciples are not allowed to leave the world and walk around, and they concentrate on cultivating their minds and nature in the temple.  There are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in the temple, and there are countless masters, but no one knows about it. Basiba came to Shaolin, not knowing whether he would be in trouble. He suddenly became interested and wanted to take a look at the excitement.

    Bid farewell to the two of them, left Guo Mansion and headed for Shaolin.

    He was not in a hurry and just walked slowly. After all, Shaolin is the source of martial arts in the world. It has stood firm for hundreds of years. It is no accident. No matter how bad it is, Shaolin's 108 Arhat Formation is the best formation in the world. Even if it is the martial arts of others,  No matter how strong he is, he is still difficult to defeat.

    After leaving Xiangyang City, walking north is the road leading to Henan. There are almost no pedestrians on the road. Xiangyang is besieged by the Mongols. People have no time to hide, so naturally they will not come to die.

    Going further south, the number of travelers gradually increased, and they reached the area occupied by Mongolia. However, at this time, Mongolia was busy invading all directions and was not enthusiastic about governing the place. On the contrary, it made the people feel much better. The market was bustling and pedestrians were everywhere, with Mongolians occasionally mixed in.  , arrogant and arrogant.

    After walking for a few days, he got close to Shaoshi Mountain. At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there was a market town, which was quite prosperous. This place belonged to the Shaolin territory and had always been under the jurisdiction of the Shaolin Temple. The monks were very compassionate and very generous to these residents.  Therefore, the life of residents here is much better than elsewhere.

    Although Shaolin has been closed, its reputation is resounding and there is an endless stream of challengers, making this small market prosperous.

    This is a mountain road leading to Shaoshi Mountain. The majestic peaks are in front of you. In winter, all the trees are dry, and the trees all over the peaks appear sparse and quite lonely. However, the momentum of the peaks has not diminished. They are as tall as tigers.  Sitting on the dragon's plate.

    Xiao Yuesheng just bought a jar of good wine from the market town at the foot of the mountain. He occasionally drank a few sips and watched the scenery of the mountain road carefully.

    After walking through this path, the mountain gradually becomes steeper, but the road becomes easier to walk. There are wide stone steps leading up to the top of the mountain. There are nearly thousands of steps. Looking at this project, you can see the glory of Shaolin.

    Xiao Yuesheng walked to a small pavilion in the mountains. The pavilion is used by pilgrims to rest on the mountain. Next to the pavilion is a small forest. The strong wind blows and the forest whistles.

    Xiao Yuesheng sat in the pavilion and suddenly said with a smile: "Come out, two little girls!"

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? by the laughter, two green shadows flashed out from the forest, appeared in the small pavilion swiftly and without any trace.

    The two men were wearing blue robes, and the young master, who was as handsome as jade, appeared in front of him.  But listening to her laughter, you can tell that she is a woman who has changed her hairpin.

    "Young Master", the two girls bowed to each other as a gift and wore men's shirts, which looked quite strange.

    Xiao Yuesheng sat on the stone bench, took a sip of wine, and asked casually: "Why are you here?"

    Among them, the girl with a graceful face and dignified temperament said: "Sir, Madam is worried, please ask Xiaoyue and me to come and wait on you."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "I'm not that delicate, so I don't need you to serve me. Women are not allowed in the Shaolin Temple, so you can't enter."

    Xiaoyue giggled, her voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell. She laughed a few times and said, "Sir, Sister Xiaoyu had known that Shaolin had such stinky rules. Look, can you tell that we are women?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, admiring Xiaoyu's delicate thoughts, and said: "It's hard to tell if you don't speak, but it's impossible to hide it from people with discerning eyes. Okay, just follow me, let's go in and see the excitement.  "

    Xiaoyue agreed excitedly and said: "Sir, I'll go and have a look first. I won't tell you."??There's nothing exciting to see.  "

    Xiaoyu smiled and said: "Since the young master said it was lively, of course he is right. You go and have a look first, and don't let those monks find out."

    Xiaoyue snorted and said softly: "Sister Xiaoyu underestimates Xiaoyue too much. With those monks, even if I borrow a few of their eyes, you won't even be able to see me!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head. These little girls were all arrogant and arrogant. It was a good thing to let her suffer some setbacks, so he didn't say much, just waiting to see her jokes.

    Xiaoyue looked at him and saw that he had no instructions. She twisted her slender waist and flew towards the mountain lightly. She seemed to be walking slowly, but she was as fast as a shooting star and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

    Xiao Yuesheng pointed to the stone bench beside him and said, "Sit down, Xiaoyu."

    Xiao Yuesheng had no airs about his family, and he treated them all equally regardless of their status. Everyone knew his temper, so Xiaoyu sat down unceremoniously, with a bright smile on her dignified lotus jade face, and said: "Xiaoyue, this is  This girl won't get into trouble, will she?"

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head helplessly and said, "It would be strange if she didn't cause trouble."

    Xiaoyu covered her mouth and chuckled.

    Xiao Yuesheng suddenly moved, his expression condensed a little, and he said: "Let's go, I hope this girl Xiaoyue doesn't overestimate her capabilities. Let's go and take a look."

    After saying that, he gently grasped Xiaoyu's waist, and disappeared in a flash.

    The figures of the two people flashed twice on the winding mountain road, and they arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple.

    In front of the gate of the Shaolin Temple, a huge stone monument stands on the right, which is the Li Shimin monument. The eighteen-stick Shaolin monks helped Li Shimin conquer the world. Since then, Shaolin has been favored by the royal temple and has always been a royal temple. This monument tells this story.

    Several pines and cypresses are towering into the sky. Even in winter, they are still green and lush, adding a bit of solemnity and peace to Shaolin.

    At this time, the open space in front of the temple was quite lively.

    Several yellow-robed monks are holding wooden sticks, protecting two middle-aged monks wearing cassocks. The two are fighting with bare hands, a middle-aged Shaolin monk and a young monk. The Shaolin monk's claws are like the wind.  , the claw shadows all over the sky covered the monk, and the claws never left his big hole, but the fair-faced monk was calm and relaxed, and his slightly thin figure dodged gracefully in the claw shadows without any difficulty.

    Xiaoyue stood not far away from the two of them, looking at the two of them intently, not caring about the dozen or so warrior monks who were watching eagerly, her mind was attracted by the mysterious martial arts of the two in the field.

    Since this is the gate of Shaolin Mountain and she has not yet entered the Shaolin Temple, the monks did not make things difficult for her, but were just cautious.  The two monks in cassocks looked at each other and shook their heads slightly, with a bit of worry in their eyes.

    The Shaolin monk in that scene had a red-gold complexion, a thin body, and no flesh on his hands. The shadow of his claws was extremely scary. At this time, his claws became more and more fierce. His monk's robes bulged, and his claws made a hissing sound.  It's not a good idea to think about it.

    Even under such a fierce attack, the young monk with a thin body, fair face and elegant face still had a soothing expression and elegant movements. His hands were like holding flowers, he was still holding his fingers, and kept his fingers close to the pulse points on the opponent's wrists.  The craggy claws didn't care.

    The two monks watching there were Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin, and Zen Master Wuse, the first Zen master of Luohan Hall. Among them was Zen Master Wuxiang of Luohan Hall. He was proficient in the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand and had reached the level of entering the temple, but in that elegant fan  I stood in front of the monk, but my efforts were fruitless, and I was very angry. My inner strength was raging, and I focused all my energy on my two claws. I performed the "Bikang Style", "Taoxu Style", and "Holding Qin Style" in succession.  Incessantly, but as time went by, I felt more and more constrained. Just when my claws were about to grab, there were fingers waiting in front of me, as if I was sending my hands up and letting the other person hit my acupoints.

    Such a useless fighting style made him extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do about it. Even if his internal strength increased and his speed increased, he still couldn't change it.

    Xiaoyue suddenly smiled and said: "Great monk, you can't beat this monk, let me do it."

    Wu Xiang felt a fire in his heart, wishing he could restrain the opponent with one claw. He turned a deaf ear to Xiaoyue's words, and his offensive was like a tide, but he became more and more angry.

    Seeing that the great monk was not good at Kung Fu and was still trying to show off his skills, Xiaoyue really didn't know what to do, so she didn't care about him. She appeared in front of the two of them in a flash, and her jade-like little hands turned into claws and attacked the monk.

    That monk was none other than Pasi Pa. He had been serving his master, his uncle Sakya Pandita, at Huanhua Temple in Liangzhou for the past few years. Sakya Pandita passed away last year and he became the leader of the Sakya sect.  In the middle of everything, I had a little free time, so I looked for the person who killed his junior brother.

    Phagspa's real name was Luochui Gyaltsen. He entered the monastery with his master at the age of five. He recited hundreds of thousands of words of sutras at the age of seven and could understand their meanings. He was called the Holy Boy by the people in the country, so he was named Phagspa. Phagspa Zang  The text means saint.  From then on Phagpa became his common name.

    Jin Lun Dharma KingAlthough he is much older than him, he started late, so he calls him senior brother.

    More than ten years ago, when he heard the news that his junior brother was murdered, he wanted to leave the temple to take revenge, but his master stopped him.  Although he knew that this junior brother was too obsessed with fame and fortune, he had been together for more than ten years and had a deep relationship. After his master's death, no one stopped him, so he naturally wanted to regain his desire for revenge.

    Pasiba is a man of great knowledge, proficient in the history of Han and Tubo, and quite proficient in Chinese. He is a young genius, but he is inevitably a little arrogant, so he came to the Central Plains alone to seek revenge.

    When he saw that the young master next to him had extraordinary physical skills, he naturally would not look down upon him because of his youth. He was an example. Although he was much younger than his senior brother, his martial arts skills were much higher. There were countless talents in the world. He could  In this way, others may not be able to.

    His thought really saved his life. Without knowing the reason, he avoided Xiaoyue's random claw. Xiaoyue's small hands were as crystal clear as jade, which was really beautiful, but what he used was the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, which is the most powerful in the world.  The extremely strong claws, Mei Chaofeng and his wife could still break people's skulls when they didn't know how to do it, which shows its power. Now they use the Nine Yin Divine Skill to control it, and the power is even more powerful. They can break through gold and gravel as easily as tofu.

    Wuxiang was already very angry at this time, and Xiaoyue's presence only added fuel to the fire. An unknown fire arose in his heart, and he suddenly became angry and shouted: "You, the benefactor, leave quickly."

    Xiaoyue extended her paw to Ba Siba and said with a smile: "You monk, leave quickly!" She was so proud that she forgot to hide it, and she giggled and knew it was a woman.

    Wuxiang was about to get angry, but when he heard this, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he hurriedly left the scene and gave way to Xiaoyue.

    Xiaoyue glanced at him and said with a smile, "You, a great monk, are not ignorant. Let's see how I deal with him!"

    Wuxiang clasped his hands together, chanted "Amitabha" in a low voice, stepped back in front of Abbot Tianming, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Wuxiang, Wuxiang is incompetent and cannot subjugate this person."

    Tianming's long white eyebrows raised slightly, and he said in a low voice: "No need to blame yourself, Wuxiang. This person's martial arts skills are too high, and you are not able to defeat him. Let's look at the female benefactor."

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? retreated back to retreat to his side, watching the two people fighting in the field, feeling quite happy in my heart, because if this person hadn't been there to stand in the way, it would have been difficult for him to escape unscathed.

    At this time, the fight between the two people in the field was more intense than before. Xiaoyue's figure was born out of the nine spiral shadows of the Nine Yin Sutra. It was unparalleled in speed and strangeness. It could often move from place to place without intending to do so. Pasiba was no longer the same as before.  The comfort of being stopped by silence is quite embarrassing under the shadow of Xiaoyue's claws. The monk's robe has been torn in several places by the claw wind, and the rags have been blown away by the wind and floated down the mountain.

    Pasiba has deep internal strength and one palm is ten powerful. He originally wanted to have a head-on collision with Xiaoyue, but after he exchanged a palm with her, he realized that the other party's internal strength was not inferior to his, but was faintly better than his own. Xiaoyue's claws were stronger than hers.  Basiba had a head-on collision with gold and stone, and was inevitably injured. His right hand was dripping with blood, which was quite miserable.  Since Phagsiba became a monk, he has rarely appeared in the world with martial arts. Most people think that he is an eminent monk who only understands Buddhism, and they do not know that he possesses peerless martial arts.  But he looked around the world and thought that no one could beat him in martial arts. He didn't expect to meet such a master here.

    "Xiaoyue, stop!" A clear voice suddenly sounded in the air, and Xiao Yuesheng slowly fell from the air with Xiaoyu in his arms.

    The dozen or so yellow-robed monks tightened their wooden sticks in their hands, becoming even more wary, unconsciously channeling their inner strength.

    Abbot Tianming sighed secretly in his heart. For some reason today, masters who were rarely seen appeared one after another. I don¡¯t know if it was a blessing or a misfortune.

    The colorless and formless hearts also have various feelings, which are endlessly complex.  Shaolin recruits martial arts people from all over the world and rarely loses face when accepting challenges from everyone. But today's masters, Luohan Hall is really not sure of dealing with them.

    When Xiaoyue heard Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s voice, she was very happy. Although she was reluctant in her heart, she could only obey. She snorted and said, ¡°Little Lama, I¡¯ll spare you today!¡±

    After saying that, he exited the circle in a flash, came to Xiao Yuesheng's side, and said with a smile: "Sir, this little lama is not that powerful."

    Pasiba stood there in a daze, feeling at a loss.

    Xiao Yuesheng ignored her, bowed his hands to Abbot Tianming, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yuesheng, please forgive me for disturbing me."

    Tianming and Wu Se Wuxiang hurriedly joined hands to return the favor, without saying much, and it was hard to talk about the matter. Watching Xiao Yuesheng fall from the sky just now, he performed a light kung fu that was so superb that everyone knew it was difficult to do it. For such a person, how could they do so little?  Is it better to provoke or not to provoke.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around and said to Pasiba, who was still standing stunned: "This must be Master Pasiba?"

    After all, Pasiba is an extraordinary person. At this time, he has recovered his mind, and his heart is clear. He saluted with one hand and said: "That's it, little monk. I wonder what the donor has to say?"

    Xiao Yuesheng pointed at Xiaoyue beside him and said: "I offended you a lot just now, I hope you can forgive me, master.".  "

    Pasiba¡¯s heart sank. He didn¡¯t expect that his opponent just now was actually this person¡¯s maid, so he hurriedly said: ¡°I don¡¯t dare, this girl is very skilled in martial arts, and the young monk admires her very much.¡±

    Xiaoyue smiled proudly, as bright as a peach or plum.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and said to Ba Siba: "Master is ridiculous. When Xiao was passing through Xiangyang City, he heard what Guo Daxia said. Master Ba Siba visited the martial arts in the Central Plains and wanted to meet all the martial arts masters. I will tell you*  *I¡¯m quite curious about martial arts, so I came to take a look.¡±

    Pasiba lowered his head and said, "I'm ashamed, this young monk is so arrogant. Today he realizes that there is no limit to martial arts. Now that he has been taught, this young monk takes his leave and will ask for advice another day."

    After saying that, he bowed to Xiao Yuesheng and bowed to Xiaoyue, then turned around and left. Without changing his calm attitude, he walked farther and farther, and soon disappeared at the bend of the mountain road.

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