The river water is slight, and the aftermath is rippling.
The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk.
Outside Xiayang Mansion, on a small tributary that flows into the big river, a raft of bamboo floats along the water.
An old man was sitting alone on the bamboo raft, wearing coir raincoat and bamboo hat, fishing in the river.
In the distance, the sky over Xiayang Mansion was densely covered with yellow wind, the sky was dark, and the rumbling sound lasted for a while, before finally dissipating in a bright light.
The old man straightened his coir raincoat, sighed slightly, and muttered to himself while packing up the fishing rod: "Pick it up, put it away, it's good to gather it early and watch the sunset early, why bother to look for troubles and troubles, and live happily ever after?" ?”
A Buddha's horn sounded.
"Hehehe, my brother is really at ease. He actually enjoys the beauty of the sunset all to himself here, and just sits and watches the situation change."
With the sound of splashing waves, a chubby monk with a big belly, wearing a snow-white cassock and stepping on a cattail fan, approached quickly like a boat breaking through the waves.
Crash!
The great monk paused, and even brought the palm-leaf fan to the bamboo raft. The palm-leaf fan was already in his hand, and he started to shake it.
It was the "Maitreya" Zhu Wusheng who had never shown up.
Putting the cattail fan on his forehead, Zhu Wusheng forgot to take a look at the ever-changing Xiayang Mansion, smiled to himself, and said slowly: "Old Talisman's skills are good, but it's a pity, the yin is too heavy. The great way of heaven and earth, the alternation of the sun and the moon, the yin and yang Back and forth, as the saying goes, solitary yin does not grow, and solitary yang does not grow. This [Huang Tian Wu Da Fa] seems to have infinite power, but in the end it was inferior, and it was broken by people's concentrated efforts."
Zhu Wusheng talked to himself, with the demeanor of a great master.
However, the old fisherman seemed to have never heard of it, and he was still tidying up his fishing gear and playing with the bamboo basket in his hand.
"Well, three crucian carp and one white carp, we have the appetizers for the evening."
The old fisherman put away the bamboo basket happily, raised his head slightly, and showed a kind face like a fairy. If Shen Chuer was here, he would have realized that this old man was the hermit old man who saved her life in the canyon and taught her the exercises.
Zhu Wusheng's eyebrows twitched, his face was gloomy, and the big cattail fan in his hand was blowing even faster, and he couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "Brother Ning, I haven't seen you for many years, but you have learned to pretend to be crazy? Hmph, I have already heard that you were two hundred years ago In that battle, I lost all my martial arts, could it be possible that I met this Buddha today and still want to get away with it?"
"Yo, this Buddha, are you talking to the little old man?" Fang Buddha found Zhu Wusheng who had been standing there for a long time. The old fisherman glanced at him dazedly, shook his head and said, "I am old and slow to respond, Buddha forgive me!"
Zhu Wusheng narrowed his eyes, and said in a dark voice: "Ning Zhongliu, Lord Buddha, I am not here to befriend you, but to send you home."
After speaking, he stood up with one palm, and the blazing light gathered instantly.
"Ning Zhongliu? So my name is Ning Zhongliu...Old man, old man, I have a bad memory." The old fisherman scratched his head in surprise, looked at Zhu Wusheng's powerful single palm, blinked his eyes, and said: " Hey, what a dazzling light... What a pity, what a pity... "
Zhu Wusheng sneered, "What's the pity? It's a pity that you have been the leader for 200 years, and no one will collect your body until you die?"
The old fisherman shrugged. "What are you afraid of? I feel sorry for you. The great Buddhist kung fu has to learn other people's esoteric martial arts..." Looking up at Zhu Wusheng, the old fisherman asked with a smile: "Great monk, sleep at night, the gate of life Does the hole hurt?"
call out.
Zhu Wusheng was taken aback for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "What do you mean?"
The old fisherman clicked his tongue again, and sighed: "Monk, after each exercise, do you have to adjust your breath for two more hours, and the tip of the tail is faintly sour, and when it is severe, the spine of the dragon is numb and swollen. , sore and itchy meridians all over the body?"
The blazing light on the palm suddenly disappeared, Zhu Wusheng's face turned pale, and he shouted: "Ning Zhongliu, how do you know?"
well.
Ning Zhongliu let out a long sigh, sat slowly on the bamboo raft, and said eloquently: "Although [Vacuum Cleansing Lotus Energy] is a branch of the evil sect, it also originated from the orthodox Buddhism. With the masculine power of Buddhism, it condenses the 'True Fire of the Sun' ', this is the way of the meridians, but it also lacks the real yin in the yang. But you should not use the tantric [Vimoyaka Great Joy Technique] to extract the real yin, the esoteric secret school uses the seven rounds as the This is not the same system as the meridians of the Central Plains martial arts, you do it with reluctance, it seems to be satisfactory, but in fact it conflicts secretly, it has already hurt the governor meridian, it is absurd."
What Ning Zhongliu said made Zhu Wusheng suspicious.
"Nonsense." Zhu Wusheng forced himself to be calm, and his tongue was still unrelenting: "Buddha, I am talented and intelligent. I use stones from other mountains to attack jade, and the 'sun fire' is unparalleled in the world. Ning Zhongliu, hehe, I think you are jealous, right? "
After finishing speaking, he rubbed his palms together, and both hands glowed with blazing fire at the same time.
Ning Zhongliu sighed, and said in a long voice: "It's a pity, it's a pity, heaven is jealous of talents, heaven is jealous of talents. The more you use Yanghuo, the more fragile your lifespan will be. Seeing how prosperous your Yanghuo is now, I'm afraid I can't sleep every night, my whole body is hot and itchy, like ten thousand ants devouring my body!"
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Zhu Wusheng shut down "True Sunfire" in an instant, his expression extremely ugly, and he shouted, "Why... what should I do?"
Ning Zhongliu smiled slightly, and said: "Quiet your yang fire. Zhongyuan also has the way to nourish it. I heard that in the exercises handed down by Huazong, there is the magic of yin body assisting gong. If you want the yang energy A little bit of true yin, why bother to look far away... "
Zhu Wusheng's expression changed several times, and he tried to make a move several times, but he dared not make a move.
The other party's eyesight is really scary, and in his investigation, although this Ning Zhongliu is like an ordinary person, but from the beginning to the end, it gave him a kind of trance illusion, so that he was still unable to determine his true location No matter where it is, every time he intends to make a move, he always feels that it is possible to hit the air with one move.
terrible.
Zhu Wusheng lost his mind and showed the intention of retreating.
"Why did you help me?" Zhu Wusheng finally asked.
"Old and old." Ning Zhongliu smiled, looking at the setting sun and Yuxia, and said calmly: "People of the same generation are withering day by day. Whether it is friends or enemies, how many people in the world can accompany me to discuss the ultimate martial arts?" Li... Lord Buddha, the last step of breaking the void is extremely difficult, extremely difficult, you, don't let me down!"
While speaking, Ning Zhongliu raised his head and gave Zhu Wusheng a faint look.
ah!
For a split second, Zhu Wusheng almost felt a murderous intent, as if the opponent's deadly palm had already arrived in front of him, and when he was in danger, he suddenly raised his energy and retreated back suddenly!
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The violent speed plowed a ripple on the surface of the river, and the soaring waves poured to both sides.
It was only when Zhu Wusheng stood on the surface of the river again that he realized that Ning Zhongliu looked sluggish, standing firmly in place, not moving at all.
Zhu Wusheng's cassock was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
"I thank the Buddha for sending you off, old man." Ning Zhongliu waved his hand with a smile, letting the bamboo raft go with the waves.
Zhu Wusheng stood on the surface of the river, his legs trembling for a while, unable to calm down for a long time.