Deng Fang screamed "Wow" and fell to the ground.
At this moment, he felt as if his chest was about to burst. He was lying on the ground struggling, unable to get up.
After Xiao Yizhen shouted loudly, although his figure remained motionless, he continued to retreat backwards, and his feet wiped a long scratch mark on the ground.
After he stopped, Xiao Yizhen's originally fair face became even paler. He closed his eyes in pain and held a breath in his chest.
However, in just a few breaths, Xiao Yizhen failed to suppress the blood in his chest and vomited it out.
Bright red blood sprinkled on the soil in front of him and his white clothes, and his body began to shake slightly.
On the other hand, Monk Huiqing, with a rosy face at this time, withdrew his fist and slowly stood up. It was obvious that he had better internal strength and defeated Xiao Yizhen.
Xiao Yizhen let out a long breath, stabilized his figure, and raised his head: "Shaolin martial arts is indeed unfathomable. I'm here to teach you!"
Monk Huiqing didn't respond. He suddenly moved his feet and rushed towards Xiao Yizhen.
Xiao Yizhen was seriously injured, and monk Huiqing came so suddenly that he couldn't dodge for a while.
In an instant, Monk Huiqing came behind him. Xiao Yizhen was shocked. Before he could take precautions, he only felt Monk Huiqing's two fingers on his back. He immediately felt sore and numb all over his body and found it difficult to move.
At this time, he knew that he had failed.
Xiao Yizhen gave a bitter smile and closed his eyes.
Monk Huiqing clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to Xiao Yizhen's back, left only "Amitabha" and left him.
At this moment, the lantern on the ground, which had been shining with blue-purple fire, went out quietly...
Monk Huiqing walked towards Deng Fang and saw Deng Fang vomiting blood and struggling on the ground with a painful expression. He already knew what was going on.
I saw him walking up to Deng Fang, quickly lifting her up, sitting on the ground, pinching Deng Fang's hand veins with his left hand, and placing his right palm on Deng Fang's back, and began to exercise his power.
Deng Fang sat on the ground and felt a soft warmth coming from Monk Huiqing's palm, spreading through his body.
For a time, the severe pain in his chest disappeared, and his energy also recovered a lot.
Seeing that Deng Fang's expression was no longer painful, Monk Huiqing stood up.
"Ahem, cough, cough." Deng Fang coughed a few times, stood up, and asked Monk Huiqing, "What happened just now?"
Monk Huiqing gave a bitter laugh and said teasingly: "You brat, I competed with him for our internal strength, but you dare to get close? You were just shocked by our internal strength."
Deng Fang nodded thoughtfully, poked his head out to look at Xiao Yizhen who was fixed in the distance, and asked: "Is he dead?"
"Oh, how can a monk kill? It's just an acupuncture point." Monk Huiqing frowned and complained.
"Let's go. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. I think the entire Suizhou knows about you and me being together. We must enter Youzhou as soon as possible."
With that said, Monk Huiqing picked up the hat he threw on the ground and pulled Deng Fang away from here.
Deng Fang followed Monk Huiqing, glanced at Xiao Yizhen, and said to Monk Huiqing: "Old monk, which acupoint did you tap on him?"
Monk Huiqing did not answer, but lightly tapped Deng Fang on the back.
"Ouch?"
Deng Fang was a little surprised. Three inches below his neck, wasn't this the same acupuncture point where the girl clicked on him that day?
"What acupoint is this point?"
"Tianzong Point!"
"Oh," Deng Fang nodded, silently remembering this acupuncture point in his heart. If he encounters a strong enemy in the future, he might be surprised and have unexpected magical effects.
Although the danger was saved today, Deng Fang still had lingering fears.
On the one hand, the contest between Monk Huiqing and Xiao Yizhen was unforgettable for him. If he could master such martial arts, ordinary mortals would not be his opponents.
On the other hand, Deng Fang also lamented that the water in the rivers and lakes was unfathomable. He and Monk Huiqing had disguised themselves like this and could still be seen through.
After thinking about it, Deng Fang turned around and looked at Monk Huiqing. He was still the same ordinary old man.
But remembering that he had blocked waves of powerful enemies for him, and that his martial arts skills were as high as those of a heavenly being, Deng Fang looked at him differently.
The bright moon hung high, and Deng Fang always felt that Monk Huiqing was by his side, and she had someone to rely on.
"Old monk!" Deng Fang shouted loudly.
"Hmm? What for?"
"Give me your Diamond Sutra."
When Monk Huiqing heard this, he immediately beamed with joy, took out his own Diamond Sutra from his baggage, handed it to Deng Fang, and kept introducing the classic features of this book.
"You brat, this is a sutra that I hand-copied more than 20 years ago! If you can understand this sutra, you will gain great freedom in the world!"
Deng Fang held the scripture, touched the yellowed writing, lowered his head and asked, "If I learn this book, will I be able to have martial arts like yours?"
Monk Huiqing was stunned: "Martial arts? This scripture has nothing to do with martial arts. It is a book about cultivating one's mind."
Deng Fang frowned and looked sideways at Monk Huiqing.
"It's not a martial arts technique, so what's the use of it?"
"Oh, martial arts is just a small skill in the world. This is the great law of life. You will know it later if you keep it."
Deng Fang dubiously put the book into his arms and said no more.
The two of them walked on the mountain road at night, everything was quiet.
Deng Fang looked down at the intricate stone steps under his feet, but his mind was still thinking about the unpredictable and miraculous achievements of these people in the world.
Finally, he couldn't help but ask Monk Huiqing on the side.
"Old monk, how does your martial arts compare to Li Yuanfeng?"
Monk Huiqing was looking up at the stars when he was suddenly asked by Deng Fang and couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.
"Am I competing with Senior Li? I'm afraid I can't even block his sword."
Deng Fang was a little surprised and asked: "Is he so powerful? No wonder so many people want the Bei Tian Sword Art."
"Hehehe, boy, if you had seen Senior Li perform the Beitian Sword Art, I'm afraid you would have asked him for the sword art technique."
Deng Fang smiled innocently, said nothing more, lowered his head and continued to look at the stone steps under his feet.
After a moment, Deng Fang asked again: "Then how do you compare with the heads of the seven major sects?"
Monk Huiqing shook his head with a smile and nodded like a treasure: "Shaolin Temple, Baiyun Temple, Yue Chan Palace, Nanjiang Sword Sect, Luanhua Valley, Konghe Sect, Lianshan Sect, the heads of these seven sects are all experts in the world, I In their eyes, it’s not worth mentioning.”
Deng Fang looked at Monk Huiqing's self-deprecating expression and showed a naive but clear smile.
He knew that he was too childish and naive before.
The rivers and lakes are so big that a young boy like me cannot easily navigate them.
But this world also ignited the burning "teenage dream" in his heart.
In the dream, he is an upright man, a loving and righteous partner, and the support of a tender woman...
