The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Ximen Chuuxue was finally willing to cast his eyes down, but he immediately retracted after glancing at the little monk.

He has no expression, but everyone understands what he means.

Hua Manlou put down the half-sprinkled tea, and heaved a sigh of relief.

As for Lu Xiaofeng, he had already froze in place, his face almost distorted to the point of deformation.

They didn't speak, and didn't have to.

How could Ximen Chuuxue agree to such a request?

The little monk saw that everyone was silent, so he had to ask again: "I'll fight you, I don't need to wait, I can do it now!"

He stood in the center of the hall, facing Ximen Chuuxue.The afternoon sun came in from the door and completely covered the young monk's body, giving him a layer of golden brilliance.The shadow of Ximen Chuuxue fell under his feet, and it was dark all around, only the little monk and Ximen Chuuxue were shining.

Ximen Chuuxue was finally willing to look at the little monk carefully.

The little monk probably ate better recently, with a little baby fat protruding from his face, round cheeks, round eyes, round bare head, a string of round Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a round-headed Zen stick in his hand. The whole person is chubby.

But his eyes are completely different from his appearance, not only the freshness and curiosity he thought in his eyes, but also the persistence and determination that should not appear in his eyes.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at Lu Xiaofeng who was fidgeting next to him, feeling a little doubtful in his heart.

Lu Xiaofeng has been with the little monk for so long, could it be possible that he didn't realize his specialness?

People with such eyes are by no means ignorant and fearless as they thought.

Ximen Chuuxue withdrew his gaze and looked at his opponent seriously: "Okay."

Huamanlou and Lu Xiaofeng turned pale at the same time.

Age, gender, status... Ximen Chuuxue never cared about these things, he only cared about the sword in his hand and his opponent.

The little monk grinned: "Then let's go outside and fight. If we damage the house, we will have to pay for it!"

"No!" Hua Manlou exclaimed in surprise.

Huamanlou had already regarded the child as his younger brother—or the child, after all, had already taken the little monk into his heart.A confrontation with Ximen Chuuxue was almost a certain death situation, so how could he sit idly by?

The little monk looked at Hua Manlou, he was always unwilling to make Hua Manlou sad: "Don't worry, I said I will protect you, so I can't always let you protect me!"

Huamanlou was dumbfounded.

He is always willing to protect others, no matter if he is a young monk or not, no matter his age, gender or martial arts strength, as long as he is in need of help, Hua Manlou never hesitates to extend his hand.

But no one has ever stood in front of him and said "I want to protect you" swearingly, Huamanlou does not need such protection.

But how could he turn a blind eye to such a heart?

He couldn't turn a blind eye to such danger.

However, Huamanlou has no reason to stop.Both sides of the duel have reached an agreement, so other people can't intervene. This is a well-known rule in the world.No matter how deep his relationship with the little monk is, he can't.

Lu Xiaofeng put his arm on Hua Manlou's shoulder and didn't speak.

There is no need to talk anymore between them.

The little monk looked at Huamanlou, looked at his out-of-focus eyes and his suddenly sad expression, and made a serious oath: "I will come back well, this is an oath, you have to believe me."

Hua Manlou stroked the little monk's head, her fingers were cold: "I believe in you."

His voice was laughing.

The little monk suddenly rushed forward, hugged Hua Manlou's waist, and buried his whole face on Hua Manlou's body: "If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh, Hua Manlou, I'm really good."

He has never made such a move.

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The sky is clear and the air on the mountain is far better than that at the bottom.The sun at Shenshi is neither dazzling nor dim, but falls gently on everyone.

No one spoke, and everyone was staring at the two people in the middle of the arena.

Dugu Yihe called several of his apprentices, and being able to watch Ximen Chuixue unleash his sword was also very beneficial to their cultivation.

Ximen Chuuxue was still dressed in white, holding a long sword in his hand, but the scabbard was no longer there, a little cold light condensed on the tip of the sword, and people couldn't help but praise "good sword!"

It is indeed a good sword. This sword has pierced through the throats of countless people, and it is still extremely cold.

The little monk was wearing a strong suit, the cuffs and trousers were tightly wrapped, and he was holding a Zen stick in his hand.Although this Zen staff is not broken, it can be seen that it has been a few years old, and the copper color at the bottom is slightly peeled off.The whole Zen stick doesn't look sharp at all, it should be a Zen stick for ornamental use in temples, and looking at the sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand, it makes people even more nervous.

Dugu Yihe's expression was serious, Lu Xiaofeng was a fan of the Huamanlou authorities, but he could tell that this little monk was not as soft and deceitful as his appearance.

Although he is old, his eyes are not blind.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou stood together, with his whole heart in his throat.

The little monk closed his eyes.

The wind passed by the ear, the sound of shaking leaves in the distance, the sound of birds singing, including the sound of leaves falling and seeds sprouting, were all printed in the little monk's ears.The sound of clothes rubbing, fingers rubbing, heart beating, blood flowing... the sword pierced the sky!

Ximen Chuuxue and the little monk moved at the same time!

The long sword shuttled in the wind, it was just a sword, but it seemed to contain thousands of moves, it seemed that there were thousands of swords piercing at the same time!

The Zen staff moved accordingly, and the Zen staff, which was taller than the little monk, was exceptionally flexible at this time. Thousands of swords were scattered as they were waved casually, leaving only one sword.

Of course there is only one sword, and there can only be one sword.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes lit up, and the long sword in his hand kept changing, but he could only hear the tinkling and clanging, none of which fell on the little monk.

The little monk still has his eyes closed, he doesn't need them, ears and senses are much faster than eyes!

Pointing, stabbing, chopping, teasing... No matter what kind of moves, what kind of tricky angles, the little monk completely ignored it, and only listened to the sound of the sword being drawn. He almost used the Zen stick as a shield, without anything Can cross this shield and touch the little monk!

The sword moves became faster and faster, and the jumping silver light merged into one piece, but they all hit the copper-yellow Zen staff, and the two fell into a stalemate!

The people watching on the side did not make a sound, and even slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing the two who were fighting, but their hearts were full of turmoil.

Ximen Chuuxue learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, and has achieved success in seven years, and has never met an opponent. *

No match!

These four words are simple to say, but the people here are all famous heroes in the world, how can they not know the weight of these words?

But how old is the little monk, seven or eight?

A child of seven or eight years old was actually in a stalemate with Ximen Chuuxue. If they hadn't been here to see it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was a big joke!

Hua Manlou's body was still tense, and the smile that was always on his face was gone.

He can't see, but he can hear, and his knowledge is even better than [-]% of the heroes in the world.Of course he could tell that the little monk hadn't been pierced through the throat by the long sword, nor had his limbs been cut off by the long sword, and it was even a thousand times better than he expected, ten thousand times better.

But he was still nervous.

Lu Xiaofeng's body was also tense, but he assumed a posture that could rush out at any time.Does he want to join this fight?Nobody knows.

But Lu Xiaofeng's lightness kung fu is the best in the world, maybe only by throwing Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Zaixing and Bandit Commander Chu Liuxiang out of the lightness kung fu ranking, Bai Xiaosheng can rank the top one in the lightness kung fu list.

The competition on the field continued.

There was already a gap in the silver light formed by the sword light, but the Zen stick was still airtight, and even started to fight back!

The little monk still had his eyes closed, which was the way he was most familiar with.

Since he was sensible, the master let him practice kung fu non-stop. For the young monk, practicing kung fu is hundreds of times more proficient than cooking.Those moves were not complicated, and could even be said to be very simple, but the master told him that the simpler the moves, the more dangerous they were.

He has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and the environment in the mountains is so familiar to the young monk that he can clearly distinguish the sound of every fallen leaf.As long as he wants, no sound can escape his ears!

Therefore, in such an environment in Mount Emei, it was the young monk who took advantage.

But so what?The right time, the right place, and the right people will naturally occupy as much as possible. Is it possible that when you encounter an enemy, you still have to worry about whether it is fair?

The little monk fought harder and harder, and even felt his blood was burning.He accepted the master's teaching before, but he didn't understand what was going on. The master didn't have time to tell the young monk, and he had to figure it out by himself.

But since he came down the mountain, all he encountered was petty fights. The little monk didn't even use moves, and he could solve them all with brute force. The daily practice also relies on instinct to run these skills. How can he master them?

Today's competition can be said to have come at the right time, not only for the little monk to finally prove that he is not a child who only knows how to eat and drink, but also just for the little monk to sort out the skills in his body.

After this battle, the little monk can even officially step into the ranks of current masters!

But the little monk didn't know about these things. He just felt that the more he fought, the hotter he was. He should be tired after fighting for so long, but he was getting stronger and stronger, and he didn't even sweat.

Others didn't know it. In the eyes of onlookers, the little monk was restrained at the beginning, but became more excited as he went on, and completely let go of his hands and feet.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know about it either, he only knew that his opponent was very strong this time, so his sword had to be faster!

Jian Guang is becoming more and more agile. At first, he seemed to be rigid in his moves, but now he is like a dragon entering the sea, flowing freely and doing whatever he wants!

But no matter how fast Jian Guang is, the Zen staff can always stop right in front of the sword tip, and there is even a tendency to break through Jian Guang!

The little monk and Ximen Chuuxue did not give in, the copper yellow and silver light intertwined into one piece, but the copper light gradually eroded the silver light!

"Dang--"

The long sword came out of his hand, rolled twice on the ground, and finally stopped.

Ximen Chuuxue lost.

There was silence.

"You are fine!" Ximen Chuuxue looked deeply at the little monk, remembering him firmly, "What's your name?"

The little monk retracted his Zen staff and grinned with a big smile: "Shixin, I am monk Shixin!"

Indifferently let go and laugh at all things, when the flowers are full, the building is full.This is a sentence that the little monk did not know where he heard it, and it seems to be written for Huamanlou.

So he called Shixin.

"Look, I'll just say I'm amazing!" The little monk ran up to Hua Manlou and raised his head, smiling all over his eyes.

Hua Manlou caressed the top of the little monk's head, her fingers were cold.

Looking at the bouncing little monk, the others had only one thought in their minds——

Be famous all over the world!