"Amitabha, old sir, it's better to leave this Bodhidharma-faced cave. You are not welcome here."
Just when Xiao Jiang happily walked to a mountain col and planned to take out the scriptures to study, Xiao Jiang was startled by the sound of Buddha's chant. He concentrated his energy and turned his toes, and his whole body floated behind a huge stone like a ghost. , I held my breath and looked around. Under a cliff, an old monk with a white beard wearing a white robe stood in front of a small cave, and opposite him stood a white-haired old man wearing a white robe.
The old monk's voice was like a bell, his eyes were shining brightly, and although he was not tall, he showed a powerful aura. The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said:
"Even if you want to stop me, just get out of the way."
As he spoke, the body of the white-haired old man suddenly disappeared. Xiao Jiang was shocked when he saw it. He had eighty years of cultivation, and the Ageless Skill was a higher miraculous skill than Beiming. Although he had not practiced other martial arts, he could sense His abilities are super powerful due to evolution and superimposed cultivation.
But just like that, he only saw the old man's figure disappear in a flash. Such speed exceeded the speed of sound and was even stronger.
The meeting with the monk was only three feet away, and before Xiao Jiang's pupils had even finished shrinking, he heard a pop, and the old man in white had appeared in front of the old monk.
The old man in white pointed his finger and stopped half a foot away from the old monk's throat. The old monk stared at him and said in a deep voice:
"What a good Shen Hezhi, what a Murong Longcheng. It's a pity that you can't break the aura of my Bodhidharma's golden body. You'd better leave. Shaolin is not a place where you can run wild."
The old man in white slowly put away his fingers and nodded and said:
"What a powerful protective force. If I want to tell the difference between you and me, it will take at least a thousand moves. That's all. I have my own place to go."
The old man in white flew several feet into the air in a flash. His body folded in mid-air and disappeared in a flash. Xiao Jiang took a breath of cold air in his heart. This guy could almost fly in the air. It is estimated that no one in the world can match his level of lightness.
But Xiao Jiang was even more surprised that the old man in white was actually Murong Longcheng, an unparalleled genius who was only described in Tianlong novels. This man was the grandfather of Murong Bo's father Murong Fu, who created the martial arts of Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and Shen He Zhi. Learn from the masters.
According to the records in the book, Murong Longcheng was regarded as the most powerful man in the world at that time and then there was no record. Xiao Jiang originally thought that this guy was already dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive and well, and his cultivation level was still so terrifying. According to calculations This guy must be nearly a hundred years old, and Xiao Jiang couldn't help but be wary of what he might encounter.
You must know that Xiao Jiang's purpose is to gain benefits, not to become unparalleled in this world before leaving. With his current skill, it is still adequate, but in most other aspects, he still has to rely on his evolutionary ability and some low-level fighting power.
When he came in, he had already planned not to use guns and ammunition unless necessary. However, seeing Murong Longcheng's body skills, Xiao Jiang analyzed the gun fighting skills for a while, and with his current ability, he estimated that Murong Longcheng would not be able to use the gun fighting skills with all his strength. Being able to dodge bullets is because the opponent's observation ability and reaction speed are too fast. Coupled with the supersonic speed, gun fighting skills cannot hit the opponent unless they reach a peak state of full prediction.
The advantage he thought he had with firearms was almost gone. It was normal for Xiao Jiang to be a little worried. Just when he was thinking about strengthening his practice in the future, the old monk who was standing at the entrance of the cave raised his head and looked at Xiao Jiang's position and said loudly:
"The little donor has read it, why don't you come over and have a chat?"
Xiao Jiang smiled dryly, and found the trace of the other party more than ten feet away. The main reason was that he made a little noise when he was surprised. This was also a sign of insufficient cultivation and state of mind. Xiao Jiang would not feel any difference because of this. This was his nature. He had just started practicing and didn't know enough about the basics. He could only warn himself to be more careful in the future.
After walking past the big rocks and following the path to the entrance of the cave, Xiao Jiang clasped his fists and said:
"Master, you are polite. Xiao Jiang passed by here, but without thinking, he disturbed the master's elegant mood."
The old monk smiled and stared at Xiao Jiang's hand and said:
"Wu Yazi is dead, right?"
Xiao Jiang lowered his head and glanced at the ring on his finger. It was a token of the Xiaoyao sect. No one except the sect members knew about it. However, the old monk in front of him recognized it at a glance and knew that Wu Yazi was dead. Xiao Jiang couldn't help but be a little confused. He looked at the old monk and said:
"Do you know Mr. Wuyazi?"
The old monk motioned to Xiao Jiang to follow him into the cave. He pointed at the small cave and said:
"This is where Bodhidharma's enlightenment retreats. Look at the figure on the wall. It is said that Bodhidharma's enlightenment is imprinted on it. Many masters have tried to come and realize the power of Bodhidharma's enlightenment. Murong Longcheng was one of them just now."
Xiao Jiang glanced at the cave wall. There was indeed a figure sitting cross-legged on a stone wall. He looked at it and still stared at the old monk without saying a word. The old monk suddenly smiled and walked to a stone and said:
"You have the head of the Xiaoyao sect to point you out. Does Xiaoyaozi want you to find someone to learn Xiaoyao martial arts?"
Xiao Jiang's eyes narrowed and he nodded:
"It seems that you are very familiar with the affairs of Xiaoyao Sect. Could it be that you have some history with them?"
The old monk smiled and said:
"Yes, it's very old, but I don't like their hypocritical Xiaoyao. The zhenqi in your body is slightly different from that of Beiming. I don't know how Wu Yazi got it. But since you are the head of Xiaoyao, these things should be handed over to you. Here you go.”
As he spoke, the old monk sucked it up with one hand, and the huge boulder on the ground was sucked up by him. A metal box then popped out and was caught in the old monk's hand.
Putting down the boulder, the old monk looked at the box, shook his head and whispered:
"He gave these things to me back then. Seventy years have passed in a blink of an eye. Now it's time to return them. Head Xiao, this is a thing of the Xiaoyao Sect. If you want to become a strong person, you have to study hard and practice hard, and you can only do it in actual combat. Let you continue to make breakthroughs. In the next period of time, if you don’t understand anything, just ask me. I will come here every morning.”
Xiao Jiang took the box in astonishment, and when he opened it, his heart was beating wildly. There were several parchment books inside, and the titles on each book made him secretly surprised.
Baihong Palm Power, Tianshan Liuyang Palm, Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, and Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu, these are the Xiaoyao martial arts that Xiao Jiang planned to find. He didn't expect to meet someone here who would come to him.
Xiao Jiang took the box and asked:
"Master, what on earth is going on?"
The old monk said:
"No need to ask any more questions. You can practice here. I will give you guidance from tomorrow on. It's useless for you to know the rest."
After the old monk finished speaking, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. Xiao Jiang scratched his chin and looked in the direction of the cave entrance in confusion. He sat in front of the stone wall and read these secret books for a while. The Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu is a special Kung Fu that simulates other martial arts techniques. The method is equivalent to a method that can deduce other people's martial arts. It is very good in calculation, but it is a problem that it cannot simulate other people's internal strength cultivation methods.
