Pan Suxuan followed the reputation of the words and saw two old Taoists, one tall and one short, standing at the door. They looked to be about fifty years old, wearing crowns and Taoist robes, holding whisks in their hands, and walked into the room with a smile.
When Shuang'er saw it, he said happily: "Two elders, are you back? My master even asked us to go around to find you two?!"
The visitors were none other than the two Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain. The tall Taoist priest Buhuo laughed and said, "Shuang'er, where have you been searching? I think you've been searching in this room for a long time, right?"
Upon hearing this, Shuang'er blushed and said: "Master Buhuo, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still love to joke!" Buhuo said: "Haha, Shuang'er is the same, you are still so shy, but you look better when you are shy. So cute!”
After hearing this, Pan Suxuan couldn't help frowning and thought to himself: "As a monk, how could this Taoist priest speak so frivolously?"
Shuang'er hurriedly changed the subject and introduced Pan Suxuan to the two of them. Elder Buyi, who had never spoken, learned that Pan Suxuan came from Caixia Palace, and suddenly asked: "How is Palace Master Zhao doing? We haven't visited his old man for a long time."
After hearing this, Pan Suxuan thought in his mind: "Another person is asking about Palace Master Zhao. It seems that this senior is indeed our old Palace Master. But why did the Master and the Palace Master never mention it to us?"
Seeing that Pan Suxuan didn't answer for a moment, Taoist Master Busuzu didn't ask any further questions. Instead, Taoist Master Buzuo stepped forward and said, "Who is your master? Zhishui? Shenmu? Or the beautiful elder Ruijin?!"
Pan Suxuan was very disgusted with Taoist Master Buhuo, and became even more angry when he heard him address him by the title of the palace elder. So he didn't answer, turned to Shuang'er and said, "Miss Shuang'er, since the two Taoist priests are safe and sound, we can go back to report to Senior Chen." After that, he turned around and left.
Buhuo didn't get angry when he saw this, and continued to smile: "Young man, don't you want to know the identities and origins of those fat and thin people?"
Pan Suxuan stopped when he heard this. Before he could speak, Shuang'er said from the side: "Don't be confused, Taoist Priest, please stop pretending. Who is the person who jumped out of the window and escaped?"
Buhuo chuckled and said, "Who do you think it is?" Shuang'er said, "It must be one of the two of them, but the footprints of the thin man on the window sill don't match the previous footprints, so it must be the fat man."
Buhuo nodded, pointed at Pan Suxuan and said: "This young man's guess is right, it is what he said. After the two of us went upstairs and heard someone in the house, we rushed into the house and saw only a fat man. The big masked man was looking for something in the room. With my personality, of course I couldn't spare him. I stepped forward and slapped him. Unexpectedly, this son was also a Tai Chi master. He pushed away the force of my palm and turned around. He ran away. Senior Brother Buyi and I chased him. Unexpectedly, there were his accomplices behind us. This grandson actually issued a concealed weapon to his two grandfathers. I was so angry at that time that I thought I would rather let the fat son Even though he ran away, his grandson couldn't feel better. So he secretly used the Bailing Gong to fight back the hidden weapon. Unexpectedly, the grandson was also very skilled. He missed his vital point, but at least it sealed his valve and kept him for 12 hours. I can’t move my true energy.”
Hearing this, Pan Suxuan suddenly realized, and thought in his heart: "No wonder that thin man has been reluctant to fight with me. It turns out that he suffered internal injuries. It seems that he used his only internal strength to seal Shuang'er's acupuncture points. He is already exhausted and can't bear it." hit."
Buhuo continued: "I wanted to turn around and take care of the thin grandson, but my straight-tempered senior brother insisted on chasing the fat son. There was no way. Although I was very unhappy, I couldn't watch my senior brother go into danger alone. No? You just let this grandson go, but you didn’t expect him to actually catch you? If I had known this, I should have gone up and given this grandson a whisk and hit him on the head to split his brain!"
Shuang'er said in confusion: "Master Buhuo, how did you know that I was held by this thin man?"
Buhuo chuckled and said, "The clothes behind you clearly have the fingerprints of his cinnabar palm, do you think I'm blind?"
Shuang'er was startled after hearing this, and hurriedly ran to the mirror in the room, turned around and took a look, and sure enough, there was a faint red handprint printed on the back of his heart.
Pan Suxuan thought to himself: "This thin man's inner strength was sealed and he was still able to leave palm prints on Shuang'er's body. This shows that the power of the cinnabar palm is really quite powerful."
Shuang'er also asked: "Taoist Priest, what kind of skill is this cinnabar palm?"
Not confused, he asked instead, "How did you feel when the thin grandson put his hand on the back of your heart?"
Shuang'er said: "I feel a little hot behind my back, and my heart feels dry and uncomfortable."
Not confused: "That's right. Cinnabar Palm is a very powerful palm technique. After practicing it, the hands will be like red-hot irons. Not only can the palms hurt people, but the wind of the palms can also seal the opponent's aura, causing The opponent is restless and cannot use his internal energy."
Shuang'er was surprised and said: "This palm technique is so powerful? After you master it, won't you be invincible in the world?"
After hearing this, Buhuo laughed and said: "Yes, this cinnabar palm is indeed extremely powerful, but it is also difficult to practice. Even a martial arts wizard will have to work hard for more than ten years before he can be said to have some success. Especially after practicing to the third level. At the tenth level, in order to train your palms to be like red iron, you need to put your hands into a boiling oil pan, and then use human blood to cool down your hands after they are burned by the oil, just like forging a sword."
