Myth is Coming

Shaoyang had already come to the two of them, Hmm, hello.

Huaxing: ??

What the hell?

Shaoyang was still distracted, unaware of anything. He just greeted the two of them, then lowered his head and entered the small temple.

Zen Master Xinming, Huaxing and the others sensed that Shaoyang was approaching, and they came out to greet them, but they didn't expect Shaoyang to go in by himself.

Zen Master Xinming laughed dumbfoundedly.

Hua Xing was speechless.

Zen Master Xinming lowered his head, and followed into the small temple; Hua Xing had a face of deep thought, and with the advice of Zen Master Xinming, he looked at the random gestures in Shaoyang's fingers, naturally It feels even more unfathomable, as if there are countless changes in the back move hidden in each stroke.

So the more Hua Xing pondered, the more he felt unfathomable. He couldn't help but stand there, motionless, but thousands of pictures had already flashed in his mind, each of which was full of swords and lights, attacking thousands.

Cold sweat gradually began to seep from Huaxing's forehead. It was still cold in early spring, but heat was steaming from his head.

Zen Master Xinming suddenly noticed something, turned his head to look outside, and couldn't help but sigh.

But it's hard for others to say too much about this kind of thing. Everything can only depend on Huaxing's own understanding and state of mind. Otherwise, Master Xuanji would not let Hua Xing travel without saying a word.

Hua Xing stood there blankly for a while, then suddenly smiled haha and bowed to the small temple, Zhan Master Xinming, brother Shaoyang, I'm going!

With that said, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

Zen Master Xinming showed a smile on his face, this Huaxing is really a person with excellent talent, no matter his aptitude or character, he is the top choice. It is really a blessing that the Huashan Taoist sect has disciples of Huazi generation like this. Huaxing's Brother Shaoyang also means that he has crossed his own barrier.

Zen Master Xinming looked into the small temple... Shaoyang sat in front of the Buddha statue, resting his face on his hands, and looked at the statue without blinking.

But in fact, Zen Master Xinming was very clear in his heart, he didn't look into it at all!

Shaoyang is still comprehending his way.

Zen Master Xinming was not in a hurry, he sat cross-legged on the other side, took out the wooden fish, and tapped it lightly.

Benedict.

Benedict.

Benedict...

The sound of the Buddha's voice seemed to turn into a continuous drizzle, nourishing the heart; it was also like a slight breeze blowing on the cheeks.

until noon.

Shaoyang suddenly woke up from this state, turned his head to look, scared, when did he come here?

Shaoyang little benefactor. Zen Master Xinming's voice came from the front.

Shao Yang raised his head to see clearly, and quickly said: Zen Master Xinming!

He also met Zen Master Xinming in the Huashan Taoist School, and knew that he was a very respected senior. Coincidentally, Shaoyang now also wants to work hard on the Buddhist Kung Fu.

Seeing Shaoyang's state, Zen Master Xinming couldn't help but nodded slightly with a smile, That's right, Shaoyang, you already have some signs of being a 'grandmaster'.

Generally speaking, C-level power users are honored as masters.

but of course,

There is a huge difference between a C-level power user and a C-level power user. The so-called master must be someone who has made extraordinary achievements in a field and is a teacher to be praised. Therefore, the master is not a state of strength, but a recognition.

Shaoyang has not broken through to the C level, but he has already been so affirmed by Zen Master Xinming, which is very rare.

Shaoyang quickly humbled, The Zen master is absurd, I'm still far behind.

Zen Master Xinming smiled slightly, without arguing, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of clear tea for Shaoyang.

Just plain green tea.

Shaoyang glanced at it, smiled hehe, and took out a small bag from his arms, Zen Master, I have some spiritual tea that I made here, Zen Master, how about you try it?

As he said that, he quickly started to replace the pot of tea that Zen Master Xinming had.

Zen Master Xinming intentionally waited for him to finish his work, and then clapped his hands and laughed, Shaoyang, I've heard about your tea delivery. Taoist Master Tonggu is very rare.

Shaoyang smiled.

Zen Master Xinming deliberately said: However, the clear tea and the spirit tea are all normal in my mouth. It is a loss for you to give me the spirit tea.

Shao Yang smiled and said: It's not a loss. If you feel a loss, just drink one more glass.

Zen Master Xinming couldn't help laughing.

well.

Zen Master Xinming picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, and felt a sense of coolness go straight into his throat.

It really is good tea.

However, Zen Master Xinming didn't mind, he already had no desire to talk, good or bad, it's all the same. However, after drinking this tea, Zen Master Xinming was able to speak, and he smiled and said: It's hard for the old monk to accept your spiritual tea, so I have to spend some effort to press the bottom of the box.

Saying that, Zen Master Xinming suddenly stretched out a palm and pushed it flatly towards Shaoyang.

For a moment, Shaoyang felt as if a majestic mountain was pressing in front of him, he didn't dare to neglect, his spiritual sense was already fully agitated.

Whoosh!

Shao Yang stretched out his finger flatly, using his finger as a sword, and pointed the sword towards his front.

There are thousands of changes in his fingers, and the sword skills he has comprehended over the past few days are almost completely integrated into them, with great skill. But Zen Master Xinming just pressed his palm, which was nothing special.

hum!

The two clashed with force, and Shao Yang couldn't help but retreat three feet back.

good!

But he was not convinced, he jumped up from the futon suddenly, put the index finger and middle finger of his left hand together, discarded all the bells and whistles, his spiritual sense turned into a river, and pointed directly at Zen Master Xinming.

Zen Master Xinming smiled slightly, but changed his palm again, and there were thousands of changes in his hands, emerging one after another.

Shaoyang only felt that all the power in his sword was blocked by Zen Master Xinming's infinite moves, making it impossible for him to exert himself.

Hiss!

Layers of brilliance suddenly bloomed from the fingertips, and the entire small temple was reflected brightly.

But Shaoyang stopped in despair.

This is under the blockade of Zen Master Xinming, his power cannot be released, and he can only explode in the end.

sharp.

Shaoyang was convinced. He uses complexity, Zen Master Xinming uses simplicity, and he loses; he uses simplicity, and Zen Master Xinming uses complexity, and he still loses... This gap is really not simply a matter of technique.

Of course, Zen Master Xinming has practiced longer than Shaoyang, and his realm is also higher, so Shaoyang will not be hit.

On the contrary, Shaoyang vaguely comprehended the application of various techniques from the practice of Zen Master Xinming.

Suddenly, Shaoyang knew that Zen Master Xinming wanted to give advice. Therefore, Shaoyang thanked him sincerely, Thank you Zen Master.

Zen Master Xinming smiled slightly, I heard that you did a good job in the time fragments. The so-called righteous way and evil way are the same before this big trend.

Some Shaoyang understood, but some did not understand.

He looked at the sun, hey, I have to go back quickly, otherwise my mother will be nagging again!

Shaoyang bid farewell to Zen Master Xinming, took a step forward and ran all the way.

Huh?

Why is my speed so much faster? This speed increased so fast that I couldn't get used to it!

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