Ragnarok is born

The wind howled, and when the sweeping monk's eyes burst into light, he suddenly hit the invisible wall of air around his body.

Bo...bobo...bobobo...

In the void, there were bursts of strange sounds, as if it was summer, when a sudden torrential rain came, and the rapid rainwater continuously hit the banana leaves and burst.

The sound started off intermittently, and after a few breaths, it became more and more urgent and faster, and finally it was impossible to detect how many sounds were heard in the blink of an eye.

When the gust of wind came to a distance of three feet in front of the sweeping monk, it seemed to encounter a layer of extremely soft, but also extremely hard barrier, and could no longer move forward half a point.

The onlookers felt their scalps go numb, they didn't expect that apart from Child Elder, there was another person in this world who also practiced such miraculous body protection skills.

However, compared to Child Elder's atmosphere shield that surrounded the entire Great Hall of Great Heroes and stopped all the heroes who wanted to rush to the top of the hall, the atmosphere wall of the sweeping monk, which is only three feet in front of him, is obviously much paler.

Even so, Xiao Yuanshan and his son, Murong Bo and his son, Xu Zhu and Ye Erniang all know that even if they practice this small-scale invisible energy wall, they will not be able to achieve it even if they practice for another lifetime.

Even, with their always proud martial arts, they may not be able to break through the invisible wall of energy of the sweeping monk.

Behind the invisible wall of air, the sweeping monk's expression was a bit unsightly.

In the fierce confrontation between the invisible wall of energy and the howling wind, he could clearly feel the rapid loss of his true energy.

It's just a few breaths, and about [-]% of the pure power of decades of hard work has been consumed.

Moreover, even the invisible air wall in front of him began to crumble, showing a faint unsustainable posture.

Wave……

I don't know how many times the gust of wind and the invisible air wall have confronted each other. After they gathered together, there was a deafening noise. The invisible air wall seemed to be torn apart, and finally dissipated in the void.

The sweeping monk's expression changed, and he mobilized his remaining skills to encourage him to re-condense an invisible wall of energy, blocking the whistling wind.

But he couldn't stop it any more. The huge force carried by the strong wind was pushed back by this incredible force little by little.

Looking at this scene, Child Elder praised lightly, "Isn't it bad? I wasn't knocked down by the breath blown out by this deity, much better than the little poor boy over there."

Murong Fu, known as the "Little Poor Boy", burst into tears, feeling that he was wronged so innocently this time.

I am really sorry for the world for not being able to stop your old man from blowing out a breath casually.

But in the face of such an eye-catching performance of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu has nothing to say, because at that time he and the four master generals joined forces and encountered almost the same strong wind, but they were defeated in one blow, and they couldn't help blowing out dozens of blows. Zhang Yuan.

The floor sweeping monk was still standing upright like a pine, but he was pushed back a little bit involuntarily by the huge force carried by the strong wind, without showing the slightest bit of embarrassment.

Seeing this, Child Elder smiled slightly, opened her small mouth again, and saw that she was about to blow out another breath.

The sweeping monk's face was livid, it was just the wind that the other party blew out in one breath, and he was almost unable to stop it.

If Child Elder takes another breath at this time, with the little true energy left in her body, how can it be of any help?

Fortunately, Child Elder just tilted her little head, thought for a while, but she still didn't blow out, it was a deadly second breath.

She even snapped her fingers crisply, and the fierce gust of wind that was still whistling disappeared in an instant.

The sweeping monk slowly stabilized his body, everyone took a closer look and found that he had been pushed back several feet by the violent wind blown by Child Elder.

The sweeping monk's chest rose and fell, he took a breath, folded his palms together, and said to Child Elder, "The palace master's martial arts skills are world-class, the old monk is ashamed of himself."

Child Elder looked weird, she wanted to have a fit but she held back, and said casually, "You can call me whatever you want, this deity doesn't care about it."

She turned her gaze, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's father and son, and said, "The injuries on the two of you actually have a very simple way to heal you, and..."

Before Child Elder finished speaking, the four of them exclaimed, "And what?"

Xiao Feng's personality is bold and generous, and he is willing to be kind and friendly, but compared with ordinary people, he is more impulsive. Before others said more, he couldn't wait to say, "Anyway, as long as the senior is willing to save my father's life, the junior will go through fire and water, and he will not hesitate."

Murong Fu's eyes were also greatly moved. Although he has been running around all over the years to devote himself to the great plan of restoring the country, it has always been in vain and he has not seen any effective results.

This time in Shaolin, seeing his father Murong Bo, who had been dead for many years, come back to life, the ecstasy in his heart is not humane.

I just feel that father and son join forces in the future, they will definitely be able to achieve half the result with half the effort, great plans can be expected, but who knows that Murong Bo is so greedy to practice Shaolin 72 unique skills, he is dying of illness, and there is not much time left to live.

But Murong Fu knew that with Child Elder's eccentric character, most likely he would not easily save people, maybe it was just a bad taste and wanted to tease everyone, so he decided to stand on the sidelines and wait for Child Elder to say that he is ugly. It's not too late to ask for mercy.

Sure enough, I only heard Child Elder sneered and said, "Don't listen to that little monk over there, what the little monk said is vague, such as practicing Shaolin's unique learning, you need to study Buddhism to dispel the anger."

The sweeping monk's face turned blue for a while, and then turned pale for a while, even though he was superb in Buddhism and had an extraordinary heart, he still couldn't help but feel an unknown fire when he was belittled so mercilessly by Child Elder.

He suppressed his emotions, thinking that the old monk would like to hear what reasoning you can say, and whether you can successfully cure Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's stubborn illnesses?

Child Elder stretched out a small hand, nodded to Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and said softly, "You two have excellent martial arts, but you want to practice Shaolin's 72 stunts, you really have no eyes. Seek the end."

"The martial arts of all schools and sects in the world have their own uniqueness. No matter how powerful Shaolin 72 is, it can only be regarded as the first-rate martial arts at most. It's not their turn to claim to be the ultimate magic."

Esau's self-cultivation as a monk still couldn't help snorting, Child Elder's words belittled Shaolin more and more, he is also a Shaolin monk, how could he pretend to be familiar with it?

"For the two of you, practicing the martial arts from your own master or family to the extreme, will it be worse than the so-called Shaolin 72 stunts?"

When Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo heard this, their hearts moved and they each realized something.

For Xiao Yuanshan, he thought of the Yanmenguan battle more than 30 years ago, the so-called heroes of the Central Plains, including the current Shaolin abbot and Master Xuanci, were swept away by himself, punching a child, no one could stop them.

However, after more than 30 years, Xuanci's martial arts improved, but because of a little obsession, he hid in the Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion, and he was so obsessed with cracking all kinds of Shaolin martial arts that his own martial arts progressed slowly. The opponents he could easily defeat in the past, It has also been slowly catching up.

Not only that, but also because of the forced practice of Shaolin's unique skills, it caused a hidden disease, which is really not worth the candle.

Murong Bo was also filled with emotions, Gusu Murong's family has many martial arts, and the magical skill of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" is extremely amazing, the ancestor Murong Longcheng used it to run rampant in the world, no one in the world can match it.

Even if it is Shenhezhi, practiced to the highest level, it is not inferior to Dali Duan's Yiyangzhi.

But I lost my mind and wanted to come to Shaolin. What kind of Shaolin 72 stunts were secretly learned, and finally I practiced myself to the point where I could never recover?

There is no one else...

No, standing in front of him was a guy who was as unlucky as himself.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan glanced at each other, suddenly felt sympathy for each other, they both thought it was great that there are people as stupid as me in this world.

The clown is not alone.

Volume 52 Tianlong Babu Chapter [-]: You ask me to forgive or not

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan seem to have lost their minds, they insist on hiding in the Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion to practice the so-called 72 unique skills, naturally it is the influence of the great will of the universe.

The so-called will of the universe is the will of the original author. When the author creates the work, due to some reasons of time and energy, there will be some big and small bugs, which is understandable.

Therefore, successful authors often revisit works published in their early years, such as Mr. Jin Yong, the author of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon".

As for most of the unqualified internet writers, they naturally cut the chicken and cut the chicken again and again, cutting and cutting until the end, they cut off their own shadows without a trace.

But the bug that Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan went to Shaolin to secretly learn 72 stunts, the plot involved is really serious, even if the author revises the work again and again, it still cannot be eliminated, so it can only be left alone.

In the original novel, Murong Bo rescued Murong Fu who was about to commit suicide when he first appeared on the scene, and told his son in a bully manner that the martial arts passed down by Murong's family are miraculous and profound, and are unparalleled in the world.

Even the Shenhe Finger practiced to the end, it is not inferior to the Dali Duan family's Six Meridians Excalibur, which repeatedly let Murong Fu suffer.

The narration also pointed out repeatedly that Murong Fu's "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" magical skill has not yet been practiced well, so he is struggling everywhere. If he can practice it to the highest level, it will turn the world around and turn the air around, regardless of tangible and intangible things.

So here comes the question, you, Murong Bo, are so enlightened, why are you still hiding in the Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion, stealing some 72 stunts?

Everything is the fault of the will of the universe!

Even Child Elder complained fiercely in her heart, even if she was a plot changer, she had to accept the arrangement of the will of the universe, and came to Shaolin to witness you two guys who suddenly became mentally handicapped.

While complaining, Child Elder said to the two of them, "What the little monk said is that because Shaolin's unique learning has too much hostility, it needs to be dispelled by Buddhism, do you two believe it?"

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan originally believed what the sweeping monk said because he pointed out the stubborn diseases in his body magically, but now they heard what Child Elder who was regarded as a "fairy" said. Began to doubt the letter again.

Child Elder sneered and said, "The martial arts under heaven are originally created to kill people, how can there be such a saying that they are not hostile?"

"Besides, the so-called Shaolin's unique learning is not the highest level of martial arts in the world. If Shaolin's unique learning is full of hostility, so it needs to be suppressed by Buddhist cultivation, then why is there no such statement about other martial arts schools and sects?"

"In terms of absolute lethality, martial arts can only kill one person at a time, but poison can kill a large area at a time. Since ancient times, medicine and poison have not been separated, so every doctor needs to come to Shaolin to study Buddhism?"

Child Elder asked the last question to Sweeping Monk, and Sweeping Monk said hesitantly, "Palace Master, you are clearly making excuses, deliberately confusing the old monk's question about Shaolin's unique learning that requires corresponding compassionate Dharma to resolve it."

Child Elder spread her small hands, and sighed, "So, only you Shaolin masters need the combination of Buddhism?"

When Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan heard Child Elder's words, their hearts shuddered, and wondered to themselves, could it be that the masters who created many unique skills in Shaolin back then actually left traps in them?

Every master who has practiced Shaolin's unique knowledge will eventually be forced to practice Buddhism and become their Shaolin monk?

The two were impatient, and under the shock of their minds, they only felt that the hidden disease hidden in their bodies began to attack inexplicably.

Murong Bo Yangbai, Lianquan, Fengfu

The sharp pain like acupuncture at the three acupoints was like a surging tide, Xiao Yuanshan's two acupoints Liangmen Taiyi also experienced pain for a while, and the lump on Guanyuan acupoint seemed to swell a little more.

The faces of the two were pale, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. With great willpower, they did not let themselves lose their composure on the spot in front of everyone.

But as the sweeping monk said, the illness of the two of them went deep into the bone marrow. No matter how hard they endured, their bodies still trembled slightly. They could only grit their teeth and hold on.

Seeing the tragic image of his father and Murong Bo, Xiao Feng couldn't bear it, he said to Child Elder, "Senior, be merciful, please take action immediately, and treat junior father earlier."

Child Elder giggled, pointed at the two people and said, "It's very simple to treat these two people, I just don't know, they are willing or not."

Xiao Feng was surprised when he heard the words, how could there be anyone in this world who, when faced with the opportunity to save his own life, would have any reluctance to abandon his own life?

He was anxious in his heart, and said loudly, "Senior, please treat him immediately, all consequences will be borne by Xiao Feng..."

Murong Fu looked at his father's mouth twitching slightly, and the desolate appearance of his teeth colliding up and down, he was secretly worried, but his character was tough and forbearing, he did not beg like Xiao Feng, but the worry between his brows could not be concealed .

Xiao Yuanshan had a deep gully in his heart, he heard the hidden meaning in Child Elder's words, and said with a wry smile, "Senior, let us listen first, it's fine."

"If there is anything wrong with it, we will make our own claims."

Child Elder suddenly raised her two little hands and clapped her hands. While clapping, she grinned and said, "You two are enemies who have fought openly and secretly for half a lifetime."

"However, there is nothing more amazing than this. Although both of them are suffering from hidden diseases, they seem to be terminally ill and hopeless."

"As everyone knows, this last ray of life is hidden in the opponent's body."

While Murong Bo's face suddenly changed, Xiao Yuanshan shouted angrily, "What?"

The two looked at each other, and both found the disgust in their respective eyes, and couldn't help but look away at the same time, and stopped looking at each other.

"Senior, what do you mean that someone needs Xiao to save that old Murong's life?" Xiao Yuanshan flatly refused, and said sadly, "Xiao's beloved wife died in his conspiracy; And separated for more than 30 years."

"Xiao's life can be said to have ruined his hands, and he wished to cut him into pieces, and then drink his blood and gnaw his flesh, so as to get rid of his hatred."

You asked me if I would forgive you or not, of course I would not forgive you.

Although Xiao Yuanshan didn't directly express this meaning, everyone present knew that in the few words he said just now, he had clearly and unmistakably expressed his undying enmity with Murong Bo.

Murong Bo resisted the trembling of his body, coughed lightly and said with a wry smile, "Brother Xiao, you can't say that."

"Senior means that if you can save my life, I can naturally save your life too..."

Xiao Yuanshan opened his eyes wide, pointed his halberd and scolded, "You don't need to worry about Xiao's life, old Murong."

"Even if Xiao dies immediately, he doesn't want to rely on your old man's strength to survive...Feng'er, let's go back to Liao Kingdom immediately."

Sadness appeared in Xiao Feng's eyes, he did not obey his father's order.

Murong Fu'er heard Xiao Yuanshan yell at Murong Bo, saying "old man" every time, he felt very uncomfortable, he said: "Keep your mouth clean."

Xiao Yuanshan's gaze was cold as ice, he glanced lightly at Murong Fu, and said solemnly, "You send your wife here to be killed by Xiao, and then send your son here too, so that this old man can be raised by someone else."

"After 30 years, you can still talk to Xiao Mou like an old man."

"Hey, young master Murong, what do you think?"

Murong Fu froze, Xiao Yuanshan's words were full of anger, no matter who heard his words, he could hear the grief and sorrow hidden in him.

The cause of this matter was indeed Murong Bo's selfishness. For Gusu Murong's plan to restore the country, he deliberately provoked conflicts between Song and Daliao, which led to the ruin of Xiao Yuanshan's family. Xiao Yuanshan could not blame Murong Bo for hating Murong Bo so much.

Murong Bo chuckled lowly, and said to Murong Fu beside him, "Fu'er, since Old Hero Xiao is unwilling to listen to senior's kindness and help each other with this old man, it will be useless for us to stay here any longer, so I will return to Gusu Yanzi with you." Wushen Hezhuang."

"That's all, that's all. During the reign of Emperor You of this dynasty, Mei Yaochen had a poem saying that it is better to return to the language. It has also been passed down since ancient times. Since I don't have much time, I should return to my hometown to retire."

When he turned around, he asked the sweeping monk beside him as if casually, "By the way, master, please forgive me for not being able to listen to the scriptures and chant the Buddha beside you."

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly laughed wildly, mocking Murong Bodao, "Just go if you want, you have so many schemes..."

"Feng'er, let's go and take that little lady with me. After returning home, I will arrange a wedding for the two of you for my father, and give birth to a big fat boy next year."

"At least let me hug my good grandson before I die..."

Hearing his heroic tone, Xiao Feng was so domineering that he couldn't tolerate a single refute, knowing that he had made up his mind, he couldn't help but shed tears, and said, "Yes, father!"

AhZi's wish for many years has finally come true, she should be full of joy, but thinking of Xiao Yuanshan's refusal to seek medical treatment, and only two or three years to live, she is also very sad.

The sweeping monk saw that the two parties were about to disperse, he couldn't help asking the child elder, "The palace master can save but not save, why is his heart so cold?"

Child Elder said coldly, "It's better than from now on, I can only stay by your side, being two sutra chanting machines who only know how to eat fast and chant Buddha?"

"Buddhism requires people to cut off the worldly thoughts all day long. At the end of practice, even their own disposition has been cultivated. Everyone is greatly liberated and joyful. What is the difference between them and stones without thoughts?