Wulin Mysteries

Xiu Yuan suddenly climbed to the top of the tree, his feet lightly stepped on a strong branch, Li Su came after him, with the tip of his palm blowing the wind, he was about to hit Xiu Yuan's chest.

The wind from the palm caused the leaves to sway all over the body, flying sand and rocks, how can ordinary people bear it.Xiuyuan was shorter and squatted down quickly. Compared with the previous masters who competed here, the little monk, regardless of martial arts, has very flexible movements. Now he does not take the moves directly, but he also took a cup of tea time.

Li Su's palm hit the towering ancient tree, the top of the tree was cut off by him, and it hit the ground heavily.

There was no way for Xiu Yuan to evade, before he retracted his palm, he hugged the tree trunk with one hand, hit his ankle with his foot, hooked and kicked, trying to make him lose his center of gravity and fall off the tree.The other kick hit his calf again, and kicked several times in a roundabout way. Li Su's foot was extremely stable and he stood still. At this moment, he taunted him: "Little monk, do you think this is a child playing hide-and-seek? Accept my palm!" After saying that, he waved his hand to chop again, and the little monk saw that the momentum was not good, so he kicked his toes and flew away from the top of the tree.

Li Su was not in a hurry, he just regarded Xiu Yuan as a mouse played by a cat in the palm of his hand. The distance between the two was a few feet away, he moved his palm through the air, and struck at Xiu Yuan.With no shelter, the little monk couldn't stand the palm, his body shook and he fell to the ground slowly.

"After receiving my palm, you will either die or be injured. It is not easy for you, little monk, to be alive. I will spare your life. You can go back."

Xiu Yuan got up from the ground, and slowly wiped away the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, Li Su no longer wanted to fight, turned around and was about to leave.

But the little monk concentrated his energy and worked hard.He didn't use the martial arts in the "Ming Lan Jing" before because he encountered an enemy and wanted to use all the tricks taught by his master to avenge his brothers and uncles in the temple, but now it seems that it was just wishful thinking. He came to his senses after the fight, and secretly thought that "Minglan Sutra" was also a secret book in the temple. In this way, he used Lingyin Temple's martial arts to seek justice for his master, so he slowly practiced his martial arts, looking for opportunities for the Jedi to fight back.

Li Su watched him exhale and adjust his breath, his left and right hands were slowly entwined in front of his chest and abdomen, his true energy was gathered in his dantian, and he quickly walked through a circle in his body, he just nodded and said: "It's pretty good, boy, do you want to use it again?" What a trick!"

Xiu Yuan remained silent, he transported his true energy into his palm, and slapped the ground, the ground cracked three feet instantly, and the stones splashed up, and the place where Li Su's feet were was also hard to escape, so he quickly jumped to the side, and shouted: "Little boy!" Monk, I actually underestimated you!"

This vicious fight was undoubtedly the most suspenseful in the past few days. The audience stretched their necks to see what happened, and even the sound of talking and walking disappeared. It seemed that only Xiu Yuan and Li Su were left on the entire Hero Peak. Two people, nothing else.

The little monk reached out to grab Li Su, the other party jumped up, took out the fife from his arms, repaired one hand, and kicked Li Su dozens of times with his feet.This time, with the help of "Minglan Sutra" internal force, the power increased more than a hundred times, Li Su was not having a good time, so he quickly retreated to the cliff behind him, and used his feet to push forward.

Cultivating the edge because the study of "Minglan Sutra" is still shallow, and many of the incomprehensible parts have been taken over, and only the sixth level has been practiced. Therefore, it takes a long time to fight against a first-class master like Li Su. The wind fell.

The martial arts method of cultivating edge has extremely serious disadvantages. Once he exerts too much force, he will often get twice the result with half the effort, and the effect will not be good, and the moves and internal strength are not fully integrated. If he uses a few more moves, it is easy for Li Su to figure out the flaws .

When Li Su was struggling to move forward, he held the fife in his hand and beat Xiu Yuan. Everyone thought it was Li Su's weapon, and secretly sweated for Xiu Yuan.

When the flute went straight to Xiuyuan's throat, it seemed that if Li Su exerted more strength, the flute pierced the young monk's throat like a sword, a fatal move.Xiu Yuan was not far behind, he blocked his attack with one hand, and luckily with the other hand, he pushed vigorously towards his chest and abdomen!

In order to avoid the palm, Li Su had to turn around, and now he was standing side by side with Xiu Yuan, the flute was also away from Xiu Yuan's neck, and he was holding it in his hand.

Qin Yuanxiu settled his eldest brother in a temporarily repaired courtyard in the middle of the mountain. It was hot at noon, and the city was more than ten miles away from here, so going back and forth was a waste of time, so the Qin family paid two dollars to build this big house with three entrances and three exits, and entertained you all. The Baidao heroes who came to the competition eat, drink and rest here.

He went back to the Hero Peak, returned to the main seat, saw Qin Feng's face was solemn, and then on the viewing platform, the two fighting were actually Li Suhe's old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years!

Qin Yuanxiu was startled secretly, looked at his father sitting beside him, and said:

"How come Xiuyuan went up?"

Qin Feng said:

"The little monk of Lingyin Temple wanted to avenge his master, and no one could stop him, so he was simply let. I don't know where he learned the martial arts from other sects, but he has two skills."

Qin Yuanxiu said:

"Where is Xiuyuan being the opponent of that demonic demon? He hasn't tried his best yet, but Xiuyuan can't stand it anymore." He frowned, knowing that it would be useless to ask Qin Feng at this time, but he couldn't stand by and watch, unconsciously. He gripped the carved wooden chair tightly, his nails sank deeply, and he was about to bleed.

Qin Feng was really noncommittal, with a half-smile, only focused on the competition in the stands, and didn't say much.

And there is another person, although he knows that he is absolutely sure, but he is still worried about Xiu Yuan, since he spit out the first mouthful of blood, it is like burning all inside, wishing he could accept that palm for Xiu Yuan.

Standing safely in the crowd, Xiu Yuan never glanced here.

He turned around and saw that Wan Zhongguang and several hidden guards were standing not far away, neither surprised nor happy, seeing Ping An looking at him, and the crowd couldn't salute, so he bowed his head to salute.

Ping An winked at him, meaning that if there was another abnormal movement, he would immediately go up to confront Li Su and save Xiu Yuan.

Wan Zhongguang understood, and watched every move on the stage with several dark guards, waiting for the opportunity to make a timely move.

While the two people on the stage were fighting together regardless of you and me, Li Su suddenly flew into the air, flew a little farther, and brought the flute that he had held in his hand for a long time to his lips.

Xiu Yuan also didn't expect that he would keep a back move, but he didn't have time to think about it. The sound of the flute was far away, shaking the whole valley and resounding through the sky.The melody is mournful and mournful, endless.

The crowd around the audience seemed to be infected, and they felt sad and dejected. Even Qin Feng showed melancholy, as if he saw his little junior sister who had passed away for a long time, but Yao Shuang ignored him and just wanted to ride the wind to go home .

Xiu Yuan was the closest to Li Su, and he was the first to be affected. Of course, he was the one who was most affected.

He saw Li Su's ten fingers dancing on the fife flute nimbly and quickly, and the magic sound was loud, but during the competition, he remembered every detail of his life in Lingyin Temple when he was a child.

Practice martial arts, chant scriptures, and catch crickets with my seniors. For the first time, I went to the back mountain with my seniors to abstain from eating meat.Xiuyuan grew up with his master when he was a child. On summer nights, it was too hot to sleep. The master would tell him stories from Buddhist scriptures and fan him to dissipate heat.These things are clearly still vivid, but Lingyin Temple is no longer there.

Xiuyuan was dazed, but his thoughts were hard to pull back.Li Su seemed to be inspired, the sound of the flute was even worse than before, the sound was deadly, it disturbed the young monk's mind, but he didn't know it yet.

Amidst the melodious and mournful sound of the flute, Xiu Yuan felt that the true energy in his chest and abdomen flowed backwards, the energy and blood surged up, and he coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood.

In a trance, he saw peace.

Ping An was in the crowd and looked at him rightly.

Originally, Xiu Yuan felt that life was unlovely, but the moment he looked at Ping An, his heart warmed up, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

Ping An's eyes were clear, Xiu Yuan covered his heart with one hand, and sat down on the ground, looking at it for a long time, his heart was also clear.Close your eyes, as if returning to the time when you first saw peace.

The two saw the chessboard and guqin at the entrance of the secret room by the waterfall. Ping An was calm and composed at that time, and plucked the strings into a tune. Now that the tune of the mountains and rivers is recalled, it flows into the ears as if imprinted in the brain.

The sound of the guqin is so powerful, compared with it, it seems not surprising that the melodious flute sound is like thunder and lightning hitting the stormy sea, capsizing a small boat, which is shocking for no reason.

When Ping An got up again, only the sound of the piano on that day in Ping An flowed slowly in his ears and mind, but the flute sounds that were close to his ears disappeared.