Lin Biao went up to the fifth floor in one breath. Although he didn't pay much attention, he could feel a completely different atmosphere from the Sutra Pavilion of Leiyin Temple.
The Sutra Pavilion of Leiyin Temple looks more like a treasure house. Every book is carefully collected, but there are very few people who can read it. Even lay disciples like them can go to the first floor. They always go in and out quickly, and leave immediately after choosing a kung fu, as if they are afraid that you will look twice and learn something secretly.
The atmosphere in Xuanjun Pavilion is very leisurely. You can see many people standing in front of the bookshelves holding books and looking at them. The lighting in the pavilion has also been specially designed. Even in the most corner, there are enough Light for people to read.
Lin Biaotou looked at the books displayed on the bookshelves on both sides and frowned slightly, because most of the books here were "The Illustrated Book of Demons", "The Decomposition of Gu Phases", "Eight Methods of Poison" and the like, which seemed to have something to do with demons from the Demon Cult. books, but could not find the original chapter of "The Fist of Heavenly Demons", let alone the original copy left by the legendary Lord Xuan himself.
After a slight hesitation, he walked towards a man in yellow who was standing in front of the bookshelf not far away, choosing a book. He had only taken a few steps, but the other party seemed to notice him. Guard Lin immediately slowed down and waited until they were far away. After about five meters, he stopped and said:
"Young hero, I wanted to borrow the boxing manual of Tianmo Zhuxiangquan, but I couldn't find it. I wonder where it is placed?"
"Oh, come to see the 'original' one, right? Over there, but be careful. Although private fighting is not allowed here, there is always some qi energy exchange. Be careful not to be hurt by other people's qi energy leaking, and don't overreact. .”
The man in yellow was very kind and pointed the direction to Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin wanted to say that I just wanted to read the boxing records, but he remembered that he could buy secret books on the first floor downstairs before, so he knew that there might not be any here. Ordinary boxing skills, while secretly thinking that he had made a mistake, he also became very interested in the "original" that can trigger the interaction between Qi and Qi.
Following the direction pointed by the man in yellow, Lin Biao passed through several bookshelves and saw an unrefined double-open wooden door. On the door was engraved the words "Original Fist of Heavenly Demons" and a sign hung on it. , it says "Close the door".
Is this it?
Lin Biaotou stepped forward, pushed open the door, and closed the door as instructed by the sign on the door. Then he opened his protective aura and walked forward. This was a quite large room, and many martial arts comrades were communicating with each other. After hearing their exchange, Head Guard Lin suddenly noticed that there were actually pictures carved on the walls of this room.
Turning his head suddenly, he saw a demon painted on the wall next to him. It had arms like snakes, wings under its ribs, and a pair of terrifying beast eyes. When the demon was about to pounce, it seemed as if there was a strong wind following it. The action swept across.
For the first time, Guard Lin felt his mind was shaken, his feet softened, and he almost fell to the ground.
In the eyes of Lin Biaotou, the moment he looked at the devil, the painting was no longer a painting, but a real devil.
"First time here?" A plain but somewhat majestic voice sounded from his ears, dragging Lin's head out of the panic. He was breathing heavily and did not dare to look at the pictures on the wall. Hua Hua just turned his head and looked at the person who spoke.
This was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, but his beard and hair were already gray. He looked at Mr. Lin with a smile, and before he could speak, he said:
"There are a total of one hundred and eight images of demons in this room, and each image has its own charm. It is said that Lord Xuan killed countless demons and demons before he realized the essence of the essence. The so-called Demonic Fist refers to observing these pictures. , feel the pressure and artistic conception of the devil, and gain experience from fighting with him. Judging from your appearance, you must have come to read the original book without reading the boxing manual, right?"
Lin, the escort leader who was mentioned, could not help but feel a little embarrassed, but he still nodded and admitted. Seeing this, the middle-aged man still maintained a calm smile and said:
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm a seasoned person too, but there's nothing wrong with it. When a master practices boxing, he has his own methods. If you practice according to the boxing manual, you'll get twice the result with half the effort."
"Senior, please give me advice." Lin Biaotou immediately bowed his hands. He had already recognized that the "middle-aged man" in ordinary clothes in front of him was actually the Supreme Elder who was born in Zhenwu Temple, a famous martial arts star who was over ninety years old - Yuan Aoko.
"Guidance is out of the question." Yuan Qingzi waved his hand, led Lin Biaotou a few steps away, motioned him to look at the other martial arts colleagues, and then said:
"Since you have entered the Grandmaster realm, you can always use your spiritual thoughts, right?"
"Yes, I can, but because I am easily contaminated by demons from the Demon Cult, I am not very proficient." Lin Biaotou shook his head. Two hundred years ago, spiritual consciousness was another characteristic of a master besides having no leakage of Gang Qi. , but now even the Qi-gazing technique will be contaminated by demonic energy, let alone fighting with spiritual thoughts. It was because Xuanxin Pavilion was proficient in this method that it became the first sect to be destroyed by the demon cult.
"It doesn't matter, just know how to do it. You can use the method of spiritual confrontation to see these demonic signs and learn how to deal with them. When you can calmly deal with the one hundred and eight signs in this room, your own Heavenly Demonic Fists will be completed. But it’s not easy. The old Taoist has stayed here for three months, but he has only mastered the three styles of boxing.”
When Yuan Qingzi said this, he shook his head, but there was a bit of admiration in his eyes. Hearing this, Lin Biaotou couldn't help but look at the portrait on the wall again. With the reminder of the old man, this time, on that day, the demonic image rushed towards him. At that time, his spiritual thoughts were also in his mind, and he punched.
The demon statue seemed to be a living thing that day, avoiding his "attack". A spiritual snake-like tail curled up from the back of the head. Lin's head suddenly turned sideways, trying to block, but a sharp pain was felt. came from the chest.
"Huhu..." Suddenly woke up from the "hallucination" of the conflict between minds, Lin Biaotou somewhat understood how the young master had developed such strange boxing skills. Looking at the picture, how strong is Xuanjun's cultivation?
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"The bottles on the sixth floor are almost used up." On the tenth floor of Xuanjun Pavilion, Lao Li's reminder rang in Feng Xue's ears. When Feng Xue heard this, his face fell. He reached out and wiped it from his waist, and took out a delicate yellow bottle. Small bottle, walked to a metal plate, replaced the already dim bottle on it, and said helplessly:
“Aren’t these martial arts people too sleepy and forgetful of food and drink?”
"Isn't it good that they forget to eat and sleep? If this weird talk about Mr. Xuan is condensed, I'm afraid he will be a national-level big guy." Lao Li said with a "you Versailles" expression on his face, but Feng Xue sighed after hearing this. ——
"I'm afraid that the bottle in my hand will be used up before the ghost stories are condensed!"
"Just keep collecting when you're done using it. It's not a non-renewable resource." Lao Li said in a sour tone. Feng Xue just shook her head when she heard this and did not continue. Instead, she asked:
"What's the matter with you coming to me? Your Yuelai Inn is no longer in operation?"
"My side is on the right track. According to the current expansion rate, we should be able to condense the entries of Kaidan within two years. It is indeed a different world, and the speed of gathering entries is faster than that of the real world!" Lao Li said in a rather excited tone. After saying that, Feng Xue unexpectedly said:
"Two years?"
"Yes, after all, we still need to control the spread of information..." At this point, Lao Li's expression suddenly became serious, and he said to Feng Xue solemnly:
"Speaking of which, it seems like you've never controlled Kaitan information, right?"
"Who said that? I also wrote a setting collection for Kaitan..." Feng Xue immediately retorted, but Lao Li shook his head and said:
"It's not about that, but it's about actively slowing down the speed of transmission, controlling it, and reducing redundancy. Although you are gathering high-intensity weird stories now, you can't be so lucky forever. In case of some strange problems, If the communication goes astray, you will cry!"
When Feng Xue heard this, her original Versailles aura immediately subsided, and the doubts that had been lingering in her heart were finally asked at this time——
"Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask, what should I do if I condensed some strange words that I don't want or have troublesome side effects?"
