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Although the internal force came from the air, most of it was reduced in the middle, when it landed on the body, it just numb the acupoints and temporarily stopped the movement.

However, Xin Zhai's body, which was already in a mess, completely began to collapse in a chain.

At this time, the "nail" that Cao Zhe had planted when he first met began to show his power.

In the dantian qi sea, the snow mountains melted, the glaciers melted, and the part of the internal force lost in the heart began to carry the suppressed lesions and dark wounds, and exploded in his body.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

One after another, bloody holes exploded on Xinzhai's body.

The old monk who was aggressively attacking just a second ago now looked pale and fell on his head.

Looking at it, there is only exhalation, not inhalation.

Chapter 19 Resolution

Cao Zhe used another identification technique in the distance.

After confirming that Xin Zhai was dead, he approached.

In fact, even Cao Zhe himself did not expect that the "foreshadowing" method planted before could play such a big role.

It can be called lore.

"I can only complain that you have learned so many Buddhist martial arts, but you don't even want to read half of the Buddhist scriptures carefully, and you have never comprehended the compassionate mind of the Buddhist school. There are many miscellaneous and hostile qi in your body, which are already accumulated. Although your Sea of ​​Qi Congealing Snow Mountain method temporarily freezes these hidden dangers, it seems to restore some functions of the body, but in fact, after the ice melts and the snow melts, it will become a wave of momentum, no matter how difficult it is to resist."

"No matter how miraculous the martial arts in this world are, they are still not the magical methods of gods. How can there be any peerless magic arts that can cure stubborn illnesses and prolong life after only a moment of practice?" Cao Zhe said slowly, standing in front of Xinzhai's corpse.

In this battle, Cao Zhe and Xin Zhai entangled for most of the night. Although there were several ups and downs, Cao Zhe himself gained a lot.

Whether it is body, strength, or internal strength, there have been great changes.

After searching Sou Xinzhai's body, Cao Zhe only got two bottles of medicinal powder of unknown use, and the pair of uneven wide and narrow swords.

As for martial arts cheats, there is no such thing.

He dug a hole with Xin Zhai's sword and buried the body.

The two swords of Xinzhai were also buried together.

Although this pair of swords is considered excellent, it is not Cao Zhe's favorite.

In the world of low-level martial arts, except for a few so-called magical weapons, most of the weapons are actually made of ordinary steel.

The same is true for wide and narrow swords.

It is useless to get it, but it will cause trouble. It is better to discard it and let it be buried with Xinzhai.

As the sky gradually became clearer, Cao Zhe's thoughts had already undergone a great change.

He didn't change his outfit, changed his appearance and height, and then quickly flew towards the place agreed with Huang Xiang.

When the sun was high, Huang Xiang, who had been watching Cao Zhe secretly for a long time, finally bravely stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Are you that Taoist priest?"

Cao Zhe nodded and said, "That's right! It's me. It's convenient for me to go out, so I used the technique of shrinking bones and changing my appearance. You can understand it!"

Huang Xiang didn't want to understand, but at this time he still needed to cooperate with Cao Zhe to discuss the plan of making a name for himself, so he could only swallow his anger.

"I can... I can understand!"

"However, why did you change into the monk's robe worn by a monk?"

"You stopped being a Taoist priest and became a monk instead?" Huang Xiang asked.

Cao Zhe said: "No! I am a lay disciple of Shaolin. It is reasonable to wear a monk's robe. As for why I wore a Taoist robe before... that is because I yearn to be a Taoist priest in my heart."

Huang Xiang: "...!"

She didn't know who Zhang Sanfeng was, so she couldn't understand Cao Zhe's stalk, so she couldn't understand Cao Zhe's brain circuit.

"In short... let's go up the mountain to inform the senior monks of Shaolin Temple so that they can prepare early."

"Although they may not need our reminder, they still have to accept our sympathy."

"In the future, it will be necessary to help us make a name..." Huang Xiang said with a smile.

As long as he thought of the benefits of being famous, Huang Xiang's smile became brighter, and the sense of crisis that was pressing in his heart dissipated a little.

As for the imperial army's artillery fire surrounding the mountain, Huang Xiang obviously had a plan in mind, so he acted relaxed.

Cao Zhe looked up at the sky, and sure enough, he saw a black dot hovering high in the sky.

"I'm afraid our plan will change!"

"This time, what I want is not to go up the mountain quietly, but to go up the mountain with great fanfare and gongs and drums. I want to make a disturbance all over the mountain and make all the Buddhas restless."

"This time... Shaolin eminent monks will not appreciate me, but hate me to the bone, and the court will regard me as a traitor in the world, and I will definitely be strangled in the future... So don't go, there are many opportunities to become famous in the world, not necessarily This method must be used," Cao Zhe said.

Then he thought for a while and added: "You can go to the capital to find your nominal father, don't worry... as long as you meet him successfully, he will never harm you. Maybe he won't treat you too well, but he will definitely take care of you You, let you grow up safely."

"Even if Huang Rong goes looking for it, there's nothing she can do about you."

Cao Zhe, who had already realized some of the magic of his nature, believed in his heart that the current "Guo Jing" was a more thorough "hero" than the original Guo Jing.

Guo Jing's hero is for the country and the people, but this Guo Jing's hero is still for the country and the people.

The difference is that one is passive and the other active.

To end the troubled times, one should have the heart of becoming a Shura, or so!

"what are you going to do?"

"Also, do you know something?" Huang Xiang's face changed slightly, and he asked hastily.

After thinking about it, Cao Zhe told Huang Xiang the truth.

No matter what the result of this trip is, even if it is to let Huang Xiang go to the capital and inform 'Guo Jing' of this situation, it is considered good.

Cao Zhe never thought of being able to turn the tide, he just...do what he can do, do what he can do.

After listening to Cao Zhe's description, Huang Xiang's complexion turned pale. Although she came to this world not long ago, she has no real understanding and experience of the troubled times and the sloppy people.

But as long as I think of those ordinary people who will be involved in such a disaster because of the ambition and ambition of some people, my heart trembles.

Whether she is Huang Xiang or Guo Xiang, her nature is biased towards the 'righteous way'.

At this time, not only was his heart agitated, but a sense of heroism and chivalry surged up for no reason.

"No! I will go up the mountain with you."

"No! You go up the mountain first, and I will respond later. I will find a way to publicize these conspiracies and tricks at the foot of the mountain, attracting chivalrous people in the world to join me in supporting you."

"Also...my identity can also be used as a bargaining chip. After all, I am also the princess of the Dayue Dynasty. If the people who suppress Shansi don't know my details, they will not dare to do anything to me. I will try to delay the time and avoid They bombarded Shaolin." Huang Xiang said quickly.

Cao Zhe shook his head: "It doesn't have to be like this, since the bald head society and some people in the Dayue court are conspiring from inside and outside, it is impossible to stop the plan because of your identity."

"On the contrary, if you declare your identity, it will only become a bargaining chip for them to negotiate with Guo Jing in the future."

"If you have to do something...then rush to Mount Zhongnan as quickly as possible to see if the Quanzhen Sword Immortal can go down the mountain to wield the sword and make a name for himself."

Cao Zhe's method was just to drive Huang Xiang away.

Huang Xiang is different from him.

This trip, not to mention a narrow escape, is also doomed to many catastrophes.

Cao Zhe has a golden finger by his side, and as a last resort, he can unlock the state of Nine Suns Divine Art and change the third fixed state to 'alive'.

In this way, health, energy and survival are combined into one, and Cao Zhe is an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

No matter how big the crisis is, it is sure to get through it safely.

Bringing a Huang Xiang is not only useless, but will get in the way.

Affects the speed of his punches.

Chapter 20 Into Shaolin

Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe seriously, hesitated several times and finally nodded and said, "Okay! I'll go to Quanzhen to ask for help, but it really doesn't work...I'll go to Beijing to find Guo Jing."

"In short...don't mess around, retreat when you are in danger, keep your useful body, we will always turn around."

Cao Zhe waved his hands and said, "It's okay! It's okay! Don't be a mother-in-law, why are you acting like a woman?"

Huang Xiang's eyes widened, and Wang Bingbing looked at Cao Zhe.

"I treat you as a friend, you treat me as a puppet" with a big face?

"Let your eagle carry you to fly higher!"

"Don't let anyone shoot them down with cannons," Cao Zhe added.

After finishing speaking, I felt a little pity and smashed my mouth.

With his eyesight, even from a long distance, he could clearly see the specific shape of the white eagle hovering over Huang Xiang's head.

Seeing that its body is bigger than ordinary white eagles, but at most it can only drag a light and petite girl like Huang Xiang to fly for a while, and it is impossible to really carry many people soaring in the sky.

Otherwise, Cao Zhe would not be polite to Huang Xiang.

"You're the one who gets shot, bah bah... none of us will get shot!" Huang Xiang said.

Cao Zhe said with a smirk: "I definitely won't, you may in the future, in short... the world is far away, let's meet another day, when we meet next time, I hope you and I will be famous all over the world."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Huang Xiang's reaction, the man has already raised his breath and glides away like a big bird towards the distance.

Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe's back as he went away, puffing up his cheeks.

Then the whistle was blown.

The white eagle flapped its wings and flew down, hovering above Huang Xiang's head.

"Diao'er! Diao'er! Follow him, if he is in danger, drag him away, thank you!" Huang Xiang said to Bai Diao.

The white eagle continued to circle and let out a long and crisp cry.

"Good bird! I beg you! Don't worry about me, I will leave marks along the way, and the disciples of the beggar gang will see it, and that woman will definitely catch up. Although she will deal with me, if I am in danger, she will definitely do it too." Help me." He wrinkled his nose and showed an unhappy expression.

The white eagle circled around for two more times, and finally let out a long cry, as if telling Huang Xiang to pay attention to his own safety, and then flew high into the sky, chasing in the direction Cao Zhe was away from.

After Cao Zhe left Huangxiang, he did not return to Shaoshi Mountain first, but returned to Dengfeng City.

After "borrowing" some silver scrolls from a few thieves, he went to the market to buy a huge banner, and also purchased gongs and drums, all of which were carried on horseback, and walked out of the city all the way to Shaoshi Mountain. OK.

He was still a Shaolin disciple.

Now it's time to "hardly" break into Shaolin.

Not to mention the position, just because of the unconvinced breath in his chest.

In the afternoon, the sun was hot as usual.

After a midsummer, Maemi, who has lost much strength, is singing weakly in the forest.

The Zhike monk in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple is standing in front of the gate. He seems to be standing there guarding the gate with a straight body, but in fact he is wandering in the sky.

Suddenly, the intense sound of gongs and drums woke up the noisy afternoon.

With a big drum hanging on his waist and a gong in his hand, Cao Zhe, sitting on horseback, showed the banner behind his back.

On the banner, there are no dark and evil things about the Dominic Skinheads.

Instead, it says 'Shaolin martial arts, chicken feathers all over the place, Shaolin monks, no hairs', a total of sixteen characters.

Not highly harmful, highly insulting.

And the words are concise, as long as people who can read, will not misinterpret the meaning.

The Zhike monk standing in front of the mountain gate stared blankly at Cao Zhe, then rubbed his eyes.

That's right!

There were indeed some people, holding such a banner, beating gongs and drums to provoke in front of the gate of Shaolin Mountain.

The Zhike monk's first surge was not anger, but bewilderment and curiosity.

Although Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist temple, it is even more famous in martial arts. Although it has been overwhelmed by Quanzhen Sect in recent years, it has always been the number one sect in the world for hundreds of years.

Such a famous ancient temple, such a holy land of martial arts, is also a kid who doesn't know where he came from, who can wantonly provoke?

The Zhike monk can even conclude that those eminent monks from the Bodhidharma Academy do not need to take action.

Just the low-level monks of Luohan Hall can easily teach this kid to be a man.