Seeing that Song Xing had gained enlightenment, the sweeping monk felt happy and said to him again: "In the martial arts of the young layman, there are many shadows of the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts. Although the Xiaoyao sect's kung fu is very powerful, all of them were developed by Pan Lang in his 70th year. From what I’ve seen before, there are many flaws in it.”
Song Xing nodded. In fact, he had been vaguely aware of this recently.
The Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao School is extremely powerful when practiced, and the progress is extremely fast, but it lacks the supporting skills to train the spirit. It is easy to lose control of the mind when practicing the Kungfu of the Xiaoyao School.
Thinking about the background of Xiaoyaozi's creation of Xiaoyao sect, perhaps Xiaoyaozi's purpose of creating these kung fu was to quickly cultivate a group of top masters for his own use, so he did not perfect the subsequent kung fu at all.
Seeing that Song Xing had noticed something, the sweeping monk didn't say anything more. He changed his subject and took out something from his pocket: "The poor monk has an innate map here, which was given by his teacher when he left Huashan. This map contains the innate avenue. Today I will give it to the little layman, I hope it will be helpful to you."
Song Xing was stunned and said: "This is what Mr. Xiyi gave me. How can I accept it?"
Seeing Song Xing's refusal, the sweeping monk smiled and said, "My future is cut off. Keeping this picture is of little use. It's better to leave it as a gift for good luck."
Seeing that the sweeping monk insisted on giving it to him, Song Xing bowed and reached out to take the innate picture scroll, which would be extremely famous in later generations.
Song Xing then said to the sweeping monk: "When Xiaoyaozi leaves Shaolin, he will inevitably cause disaster for all living beings. What can you teach me, master?"
The sweeping monk sighed, shook his head and said: "Don't come to the painting gallery to see the angry river in front of the temple. The hatred is still high throughout the ages. He has resentment in his heart, which can no longer be persuaded by human words. It's a pity, it's a pity!"
After saying that, without waiting for Song Xing to speak, he turned around and headed towards the Shaolin Temple. Xiao Yuanshan nodded slightly to Qiao Feng and followed the sweeping monk.
Looking at the sweeping monk's retreating figure, Song Xing had a look of regret in his eyes.
Among everyone present, only he and the sweeping monk knew that the sweeping monk had serious internal injuries. This is also the reason why he and Song Xing have not used all their strength in their fight. Perhaps he was already injured in Xiaoyaozi's hands when Xiaoyaozi left Shaolin.
The end is approaching, and he is seriously injured. No wonder the sweeping monk says that his future is dead.
Although Xiaoyaozi's whereabouts was not found, Song Xing was satisfied with the results of his trip to Shaolin.
In addition to knowing the secret of the Sweeping Monk's identity, several martial arts secrets stolen from the Sweeping Monk are all top-notch skills in the world.
After handling the Shaolin affairs, Song Xing once again led the people from the Six Gates and descended from Shaoshi Mountain with the Beggar Gang.
Under the leadership of Xuan Bei, Shaolin has closed the gates of the mountain and has not been in the world for fifty years. Song Xing's trip can be regarded as an explanation to Zhe Zong.
The troops besieging Shaolin at the foot of the mountain were summoned by Zhezong with an order. After understanding the matter in Shaolin, they also wanted to return to the capital.
Song Xing led the people from the Six Gates, together with the Qiao Feng Beggar Clan, down the stairs of the Shaolin Mountain Gate.
Qiao Feng feels sad when he thinks that Shaolin, which was once a major sect in the world along with the Beggar Clan, has been reduced to its current situation due to Xuanci's fault.
After several interactions, Qiao Feng completely agreed with Song Xing, and his words no longer contained the unfamiliarity and wariness of the first meeting.
Qiao Feng suddenly asked: "Brother Song, does the imperial court not intend to negotiate peace with Xixia?"
Song Xing nodded and said: "Yes, the Song Dynasty now occupies the land of the Qing and Tang Dynasties, and is eyeing the Xixia and Tubo tribes. The ministers in the court believe that this is a rare opportunity to destroy the Xixia in decades, and most of them are opposed to the peace negotiation."
Qiao Feng said: "In this case, if the imperial court uses troops against Xixia, the Beggar Gang is willing to be the vanguard to fight against Xixia Yipintang."
Song Xing smiled and said: "With a hero like Brother Qiao, the Song Dynasty could only overthrow Xixia in a matter of days."
While the two were talking, a sharp chirping sound suddenly rose from the bottom of the mountain and rose high into the sky.
The faces of Song Xing and Qiao Feng changed at the same time. Surrounding Shaolin at the foot of the mountain were four thousand forbidden troops who had followed Song Xing all the way. Before going up the mountain, Song Xing asked them to divide into four teams and guard the four exits of Shaolin going down the mountain.
The one who sounded the sound of arrows now was the Forbidden Army at the northwest exit.
The sound of dynamite arrows means that the thousand forbidden troops at the foot of the mountain encountered an irresistible force and had to ask for help from the forbidden troops in the other three directions.
"I'll go to support first!"
Song Xing quickly walked to the cliff beside the steps, dropped these words, and jumped down under the stunned eyes of Qiao Feng and others.
Shaolin is built halfway up Shaoshi Mountain, nearly a hundred meters away from the nearest foot of the mountain.
Song Xing just jumped over the steps in front of everyone and took a shortcut!
The violent wind caused by the high-altitude fall cut his eyes like a knife. Facing the rapidly approaching cliff and the looming ground, Song Xing popped out his left arm and gently touched it on a raised rock. One click.
Huge momentum came from the palm of his hand, and while the rock was shattered, Song Xing's fall was slowed down.
In the blink of an eye, Song Xing did this three times and fell straight from the Shaoshi Mountain in mid-air, landing heavily in the dense bushes at the foot of the mountain.
The huge impact was like an explosion, lifting up large areas of the ground and rushing in all directions.
As the trees shook, Song Xing rushed out like a sharp arrow, rushing toward the northwest where the shouts of killing came from.
A few hundred meters away, Song Xing stepped forward and arrived at the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Looking around, he saw a figure in green surrounded by hundreds of Forbidden Army soldiers, with a large number of Forbidden Army corpses scattered around.
Among the swords, guns and halberds, Qingying advanced and retreated horizontally. No Forbidden Army could touch his body. On the contrary, every time he advanced or retreated, punched or palmed, he could take away the lives of several Forbidden Army soldiers.
Nearly a thousand well-trained Imperial Guards were unable to even put up a normal resistance when faced with this man in Tsing Yi standing alone. No matter what formation the Forbidden Army changed, this person could see through it instantly, and then find a way to break the formation. Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens more Forbidden Army soldiers died in this person's hands.
The Forbidden Army wanted to distance themselves and attack with long-range crossbows, but the men in Tsing Yi didn't give them a chance at all. They shuttled through the crowd like ghosts, and specially selected the officers who gave orders to attack.
According to this style of play, it won't take long for the one thousand Forbidden Army to be broken up by this person and most of them will be killed. No wonder the Forbidden Army will send out arrows to ask for help!
The moment Song Xing appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly turned his head as if sensing it, and his eyes met Song Xing's eyes.
Song Xing also saw clearly the appearance of the man in Tsing Yi.
He has a slim appearance, a tall and thin body, and his eyes are as bright as a god. He is dressed in green clothes and a square scarf of the same color on his head, and looks like a middle-aged scribe.
The moment their eyes met, there were still dozens of steps between them, and Song Xing felt a sense of danger in his heart that he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
The next second, the face of the man in green appeared less than three meters away from Song Xing.
Song Xing's heart suddenly twitched, and the crisis of death suddenly hit Song Xing's heart. Without thinking, he raised his hand and elbow and hit the chest of the man in green.
At this moment, the man in Tsing Yi gave him a sense of crisis that was even greater than that of the sweeping monk.
Facing Song Xing's blow that could tear apart steel, the man in Tsing Yi showed a look of indifference to all living beings. His right hand came first and stopped in front of Song Xing's elbow. With a slight push, the air in front of his palm was suddenly compressed. The sonic boom sound produced.
