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Seeing the fear on Jinbao's face, Chen Yixin sent her long sword forward and asked: "Old Tianqi is suspicious by nature, so he sent you to sneak into the house to find out the truth. If you can take me away unconsciously and offer it to King Qi, it will be a great achievement." Even if it fails and the whereabouts are exposed, the blame can still be put on the Chiyue tribe, right?"
Jinbao let out a long sigh and was about to nod when he suddenly heard a cough from someone outside the window, "Xiao Nizi is so smart. No wonder Chen Xiaotian regards you as the apple of his eye and is reluctant to marry you to anyone else."
Chen Yixin was shocked and thought to herself: "Who is this person? There are guards all around the room, so why was there no one to warn him when he came outside the window?"
While he was talking, the visitor had already walked into the house. He was about fifty years old, with a slender figure, dressed in a white robe, with an immortal air and full of heroic spirit.
Chen Yixin relaxed her jade arms lightly, stood the long sword on her chest, and protected her whole body with the "Red Jade Bow" move, and asked: "Your Majesty is here late at night, what advice do you have?"
The man in the robe smiled and said: "Advice?! Yes, I'll see how your kung fu is first and then give you some advice." As soon as the words came out, he stretched out two fingers of his left hand and held the long sword in his hand. Chen Yixin hurriedly exerted force with her right hand, trying to withdraw the long sword, but the long sword seemed to grow in that person's hand and did not move at all.
The man in the robe said: "Calm down your mind and bring luck to your Dantian. Try again." Chen Yixin frowned slightly and thought to herself: "Who do you think you are? Do you really want to teach me kung fu? Aren't you going to let me go? I'm here Let's see if your hand is stronger or this sword is stronger!" Thinking of this, he held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and twisted it hard. There was a crisp click, and the long sword broke into two pieces.
The man in the robe looked at the half-length sword in his hand and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity. This sword is also considered a high-quality product, but to be destroyed like this would be a waste of nature." Then he turned to Chen Yixin and said: "Xiao Nizi is really hateful. A good sword has been destroyed by you! Let me teach you a lesson!" He turned around and was in front of Chen Yixin. Just as he was about to take action, Chen Yixin said: "That's all..."
The man in the robe hesitated slightly, stepped back and asked: "What did you say? What do you mean it's nothing more than this?!"
Chen Yixin smiled and said: "I thought you were a reclusive master from another world, but now I see you are just a street rogue who is afraid of crime and others."
The man in the robe has always relied on his integrity, and when he was young, he was one of the best in the world in terms of literary skills and martial arts. Only because he was hurt by love thirty years ago, he was born angrily, lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, ignored worldly affairs, and concentrated on practicing martial arts. Five years ago, when I was completely bored after my magical work was completed, I thought about how time flies, things have changed, and people have changed. I wonder what happened to my old friend? So he re-entered the world and made inquiries. Unexpectedly, the beauty was nowhere to be found, but he accidentally discovered that old man Tianqi, who had not been seen in the Central Plains for a long time, suddenly appeared and had close contacts with Bai Bowang and others. He secretly investigated and tracked, and found that Old Man Tianqi was constantly recruiting people and rushing to Jinling one after another. Thinking that there was still an old friend in Jinling, he was afraid that the old man Tianqi would be harmful to him, so he also came to Jinling to investigate and help secretly.
In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, after entering the city, he found an abandoned house to live in a desolate place northwest of Chen's mansion. He stayed up day and night every day to find out news. Today, Chen Yixin and others arrived. He could see clearly from a short distance away. Seeing that Chen Yixin was extremely intelligent and well-calculated, he thought of an old friend and saw that his appearance was somewhat similar, so he showed up to ask. Just ask. Unexpectedly, when Chen Yixin saw that she was full of hostility, her alert expression was more similar to that of her old acquaintance. He couldn't help but think of the first time he met that old friend, and he couldn't get acquainted without fighting, so on a whim, he planned to try Try her martial arts skills. It was originally a joke, but Chen Yixin suddenly changed her moves. She was unable to draw back her strength, causing the sword to break. Now she made sarcastic remarks, and she couldn't help but get angry.
Seeing that the man in the robe did not answer, Chen Yixin looked gloomy and felt uneasy in her heart. She hurriedly said: "This sword is extremely sharp and can cut iron like clay. If it weren't for your finger strength, how could I break it by myself? But you? But you blame all this on me, isn’t this a rogue move?”
Upon hearing this, the man in the robe knew clearly that it was Chen Yixin who was arrogant, but he relied on his status and did not want to argue with the younger generation. He snorted and said: "As expected of Zhao Xinyao's girl, she is exactly like her mother."
After hearing this, Chen Yixin was stunned and asked: "Who are you?! How do you know my mother?"
The man in the robe laughed loudly and said: "Who is Zhao Xinyao?! How could I not recognize her?! Yuyao's double skills - who didn't know about it in the martial arts world thirty years ago?! If you don't believe me, ask this old Jingkong Monk, see if he recognizes your mother?" After saying that, he pointed to the masked man sitting cross-legged on the ground.
As soon as the man in the robe walked into the house, the masked man and Pan Suxuan each gave way to a move and stopped fighting. They were sitting on the ground with their eyes closed and doing kung fu. Hearing the man in the robe reveal his identity, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He opened his eyes, looked at him up and down, and asked, "How did you know the identity of the poor monk?"
The man in the robe smiled and said: "Who else in the world can practice Bodhidharma's Ku Chan Kung Fu to such a level except you, old monk Jingkong?" The masked man said: "Dharma Ku Chan Kung Fu is not a peerless magical skill that has not been taught to outsiders. As long as a dedicated person puts in a lot of effort, it can be practiced, is there nothing new about it?"
The man in the robe said: "That being said, the practice of bitter meditation requires the focus of the mind to return to the origin. The practitioner needs to abandon all worldly worries and distracting thoughts in order to achieve great success. Otherwise, most of them can only practice superficially. Looking at Shaolin Jingzi Senior monks of this generation, even Abbot Jingxin, will definitely be disturbed by the chores in the temple, and it will be difficult for them to avoid delusions and confusion. If you want to practice to such a state of selflessness, I am afraid that you are the only one in the martial arts who can do it. .”
The masked man trembled and asked warily: "Who is your distinguished master?"
The man in the robe laughed and said, "It's really strange today. So many people want to know who I am?" He turned to Pan Suxuan and asked, "Do you also want to know my name?"
Pan Suxuan cupped his fists and said, "Senior, please give me some advice!" The man in the robe raised his mouth and raised his head and said, "Okay, since you all want to know, I'll let you see something!" After that, he waved his long sleeves, and he already had something in his hand. Long sword.
The sword was dull and rusty, and the blade was covered with iron filings. Apart from the fact that the blade was wider than an ordinary long sword, there was nothing else about it. Chen Yixin and Pan Suxuan looked at each other, neither knowing what the man in the robe was doing.
"This...could this be...Qing...Qinglong Sword?!"
The man in the robe smiled and said: "Jingkong, you really have a photographic memory. If I remember correctly, the last time you saw this sword was forty years ago."
The masked man nodded and said, "Yes, not long after I entered Bodhidharma Monastery, I went to Caixia Palace with Abbot Nianci to attend the centenary ceremony of your sect. During the celebration, I was lucky enough to see Palace Master Zhao show off his magical skills with this sword."
The man in the robe said: "I thought we were still in our prime at that time, but now we are already over fifty. I met you when you were a young novice monk, but I never imagined that today you have become the head of Bodhidharma Academy."
Jingkong said: "Donor Pan, are you okay? Is the old palace master Zhao okay?"
The man in the robe sighed and said: "I haven't seen my mentor for thirty years. I don't know where he is." After saying this, with a thought in his mind, he suddenly turned around and said to Pan Suxuan: "You are the protector in white in the palace. Do you ever know the whereabouts of Old Palace Master Zhao?!"
