In the Brahma Temple, the shouts from the martial arts training field were loud. Under the auspices of Abbot Yuanzhi, talents are being selected for the Tianjiao Competition.
It has been four days, and the enthusiasm on the field is still unabated. Some of the hundreds of disciples are shouting, and some are blaming someone for their dirty tricks.
The two people on the field were going back and forth, raising waves of dust. There were sounds from where the fists and feet touched. The birds on the tree were startled and flew high into the sky.
After the two decided the winner, Yuan Zhi slowly stood up.
"After four days of competition, the two winners were Huineng and Huiming! Let's see who is better between the two of them! Let's begin!"
The voice fell, and a Bai Jing A monk with a strong face and a strong body, and a pair of firm eyes under his sword-shaped brows walked out. He looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Seeing that his opponent had already walked over, he cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Huineng, I'm asking for advice!"
There was a sound of gong.
The opponent didn't say anything. He flew forward and kicked directly towards Huineng's face.
Huineng spread his fingers lightly, tilted his head slightly, and took advantage of the momentum to take a step forward. He punched Huiming in the leg.
Huiming grinned and hurriedly stopped his movement. He pulled one leg aside and rubbed it with his hands. Seeing that Huineng did not make another move, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them had exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, Huineng kicked out, and Huiming slid flatly along the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, a fist was already less than a finger away from the door. The wind blew a hole in his clothes.
Huiming lowered his head and knew that he was no match for Huineng!
The audience has been cheering for a long time, and all they can see are heads, some jumping, some with their heads lowered,
Some have already rushed to the ring and lifted Huineng up. Throw it into the air again and again.
The next day, Yuan Zhi led Hui Neng to the front hall, looked at the sitting Bodhisattva for a long time, and then knelt down to worship!
"Huineng! Before the Tianjiao Conference, you will follow the Qixuan Sect Taoist Master and lead everyone to clear out some small sects of the Demon Sect. Be careful!"
Hui Neng Putting his hands together: "Master, Huineng must be careful!"
"The demon sect has been crazy recently. They practice evil kung fu. Don't underestimate the enemy!"
Huineng asked: "Master , will all the disciples go?"
Yuanzhi said to Amitabha: "Every sect will send out capable disciples! You just need to select a few capable disciples through this competition!"
p>Yuan Zhi lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly.
"You can't be rude in front of others, but you can't ruin the momentum of our Brahma Temple either." In addition, Uncle Daocheng is leading the team on this matter, so you should discuss it with him more. "
Huineng listened to the master's teachings. He felt that the burden on him was very heavy.
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Wuminggu received the order from Magistrate Cui to kill Zixu and decided to let Jin Wushuang go.
Jin Wushuang said to Wuyingzhi.
"I want to take Fan Xin with me this time to let him experience it."
Wuyingzhi nodded and agreed.
Fan Xin was walking in the crowd, as if he was not interested in anything around him. Even if the butcher divided the meat, he would tremble. Jin Wushuang shook his head helplessly.
Fan Xin just pulled his clothes and looked at the dazzling array of things on the market in horror.
In a relatively remote place on the roadside, they found a teahouse and sat down.
When the waiter saw a guest, he ran over quickly and wiped the dust on the stool with the rag on his shoulder.
"Uncle! How many of you are there?"
Jin Wushuang said coldly: "Just bring the good tea!"
The waiter responded quickly. He brought the brewed tea.
After pouring a cup of tea for the two of them, Jin Wushuang did not even look at the waiter, but silently stared at the pedestrians on the road.
"Please use it slowly!"
The waiter smiled and backed away.
In the distance, in the crowd, a skinny man in his forties, with yellow hair and high bulges, was walking towards this side.
"Zixu!" Jin Wushuang's face was as cold as frost.
"Who the hell are you, dare to call me by my name!" Zixu stared at Jin Wushuang.
Jin Wushuang didn't respond to him. With just a slight palm strike, Zixu was knocked two feet away.
Jin Wushuang jumped up and landed in the middle of the road.
Fan Xin was not afraid when he saw a fight for the first time. He saw Jin Wushuang standing in the middle of the road and followed him.
Zixu, who had never suffered such a loss before, roared angrily, stretched out both palms, and a strong palm wind blew through like a hurricane, breaking the big trees on the roadside.
But Jin Wushuang was motionless in his tight black robe.
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Fan Xin didn't pay attention, and was suddenly swept into the air, shouting "Ah..."
With a pop, he fell to the ground. Fortunately, he had developed a lot of kung fu. If he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.
Jin Wushuang did not look back, took out the sword box, made a hand seal, and said "Get up!" He saw a sharp sword going straight towards Zixu.
Seeing this, Zixu hurriedly chanted the formula, and the sword on his back came out slightly, and collided with Jin Wushuang's sword.
Fan Xin had never seen such a formation before. He was huddled behind the table on the floor, his legs already shaking.
Jin Wushuang pointed his finger, and the sword circled around the opponent's sword edge and returned to the sword box instantly.
Zixu felt a heat in his throat, and blood spurted out.His body straightened and he fell down.
Zixu's sword was dodged by Jin Wushuang and was deeply embedded in the soil on the roadside, almost burying half of the sword's body.
The pedestrians on the street had already disappeared without a trace.
In less than a minute of the battle, Fan Xin had just recovered, but before he understood what happened, Zixu was already dead!
When I saw Zixu lying upright on the road, blood was splattered everywhere, and the color of his face could not be seen. He only saw a red patch, and a large area of dust around him.
Fan Xin had collapsed to the ground and could no longer move an inch. Both eyes were full of fear.
Jin Wushuang put the sword case on his back and said to Fan Xin: "Let's go!"
Fan Xin could not walk, his whole body seemed to be carried by Jin Wushuang. Quickly disappear at the end of the road.
Everything returned to calm, and the passers-by who were hiding surrounded Zixu’s body and talked about it!
Some people knew him, so they stepped forward and kicked him a few times, cursing: "You are here too! Huh! You deserve death."
The setting sun shines on the nameless valley The top of the mountain casts a beautiful halo around the mountain, and the trees and birds on the mountain turned golden.
In this beautiful halo, two people were walking slowly, sometimes happily. Laughing, sometimes whispering, very free and easy.
They are Wuyingzhi, the owner of Wuming Valley, and the other one is Liu Zhenfei, the owner of Dinghai Villa.
Wuyingzhi pointed to the continuous mountains and said to Liu Zhenfei: "Such a beautiful scenery, we all hope it will always be so beautiful."
Liu Zhenfei also laughed heartily, It was as if they were the holy masters who ruled the world.
Wuyingzhi stopped and thought for a moment: "Old friend, the Genius Conference is a rare event in a thousand years. Let's let the next generation exercise! Let them sing the prelude, we old people This guy is holding the camp for them."
Liu Zhenfei looked at the sunset in the distance and nodded: "The Valley Master still has the foresight!"
"There is another thing that I can support you with!" < /p>
"If you have anything to do, just give me the Valley Master's orders!"
Wuyingzhi looked into the distance.
"You also know Xin'er's current situation. Sometimes we are busy with chores and are afraid that we can't take care of him. This matter has always worried me! After thinking about it, it is better to leave it at Dinghai Villa! Once it comes, Zhuangzi disciples It’s easy to take care of. Secondly, it will be good for him to regain his sanity! I wonder what Liuzhuang’s plan is?”
“Master Liu, don’t worry!” , we must always urge him to practice, don't let it go to waste!"
Liu Zhenfei looked at Wuyingzhi worriedly.
"It's just the Valley Master, this is not the solution for the new kid. We should think of a perfect solution as soon as possible!"
Wuyingzhi frowned.
"There is a way now, we are just waiting for fate!"
Liu Zhenfei felt relieved when he heard what Wuyingzhi said.
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Liu Zhenfei nodded.
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The Guardian Gate was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, people came and went, everyone had a smile on their face, and the trees near the altar were all Hanging bright red ribbons, the lanterns on the path extend for several miles, from the top of the mountain to almost halfway up the mountain. From a distance, they look like a fire dragon hidden in the dense forest.
Brothers Lingtian were dressed in costumes, greeting every arriving guest, and the leaders of various branches and sects were entering the Guardian Gate in an endless stream.
In the backyard where the exercises are practiced, there are already tables filled with red cloths hung around the tables and lanterns lighting them. The tables are already filled with a variety of delicious dishes.
Ling Tian sat in the chief position, accepting everyone's compliments and flattery.
"Ji Xin teaches Ye Pengju!"
"Futian teaches Zheng San!"
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