The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 134 Forbidden Army, Tsing Yi

Seeing that Song Xing had realized something, the sweeping monk was also relieved, and said to him again: "In the martial arts of the little layman, there are many shadows of the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School. Although the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School are very powerful, they are all from Pan Lang 70 years ago. I realized that there are many flaws in it.”

Song Xing nodded. In fact, he had also vaguely noticed this recently.

The free and unfettered kung fu is extremely powerful when practiced, and the progress is extremely fast, but it lacks the supporting exercises for exercising the spirit, and it is very easy to lose control of the mind when practicing the free and unfettered kung fu.

Thinking about the background when Xiaoyaozi created the Xiaoyao School, perhaps the purpose of Xiaoyaozi's creation of these kung fu was to make a quick success and quickly train a group of top masters for his own use, so he didn't perfect the follow-up skills at all.

Seeing that Song Xing had already noticed something, the sweeping monk didn't say any more, and took out something from his pocket: "The poor monk here has a Xiantian map, which was given by his teacher when he left Huashan. This map contains the Xiantian Dao. I’m giving it to the little layman today, hoping to help you.”

Song Xing was taken aback, and said: "This is a gift from Mr. Xi Yi, how can I accept it."

Seeing Song Xing's refusal, the sweeping monk said with a smile: "My way forward has been cut off. Keeping this picture is of little use. It's better to keep it as a gift."

Seeing that the floor-sweeping monk insisted on giving it to him, Song Xing bowed, and reached out to take the extremely famous innate picture scroll in later generations.

Song Xing said to the sweeping monk again: "Xiaoyaozi's departure from Shaolin is bound to cause another disaster. What can the master teach me?"

The sweeping monk sighed, shook his head and said: "Don't come to look at the painting hall, the river in front of the temple is raging like waves, and the eternal hatred is still high. He has resentment in his heart, which is beyond human words to persuade. It's a pity, a pity!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Xing to speak, he turned around and headed towards Shaolin Temple. Xiao Yuanshan slightly nodded at Qiao Feng, and followed the sweeping monk.

Looking at the back of the sweeping monk going away, Song Xing had a look of regret in his eyes.

Among the people present, only he and the sweeping monk knew that the sweeping monk had serious internal injuries.This is also the reason why he and Song Xing did not use their full strength. Perhaps when Xiaoyaozi left Shaolin, he had already been injured in Xiaoyaozi's hands.

The deadline is approaching, and with serious injuries, it is no wonder that the sweeping monk would say that he has lost his way.

Even though Xiaoyaozi's whereabouts were not found, Song Xing was satisfied with the result of this trip to Shaolin.

In addition to knowing the secret of the identity of the sweeping monk, the several martial arts cheats stolen from the sweeping monk are all top-notch in the world.

After finishing the Shaolin affairs, Song Xing brought the people from the Six Doors and the Beggar Gang down Shaoshi Mountain again.

Under the leadership of Xuan Bei, Shaolin has closed the gate of the mountain, and has not been in the rivers and lakes for 50 years. Song Xing's trip can be regarded as an explanation to Zhezong.

The army besieging Shaolin at the foot of the mountain was dispatched by Zhezong's order. After learning about Shaolin, they would also return to the capital.

Song Xing led the members of the six sects, together with the members of Qiao Feng's Beggar Clan, down the steps of the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Thinking of Shaolin, which was once known as the world's great sect along with the Beggars' Clan, and now has to be reduced to the present situation due to Xuanci's fault alone, Qiao Feng feels sympathetic.

After several encounters, Qiao Feng completely agrees with Song Xing, and his words are no longer unfamiliar and guarded like the first time they met.

Qiao Feng suddenly asked: "Brother Song, is the court not planning to negotiate peace with Xixia?"

Song Xing nodded and said: "That's right, the Great Song Dynasty now occupies the land of the Qingtang Dynasty, and the tigers look at the Xixia and Tubo tribes. All the ministers in the court think that this is a rare opportunity to destroy the Xixia in decades, and most of them oppose the peace negotiation."

Qiao Feng said: "That being the case, if the imperial court uses troops against Xixia, the Beggar Clan is willing to be the vanguard against Xixia Yipintang."

Song Xing said with a smile: "With a hero like Brother Qiao, the Song Dynasty will destroy Xixia, and it will only happen overnight."

While the two were talking, suddenly a sharp sound of blare rose from the bottom of the mountain, all the way up to the sky.

The faces of Song Xing and Qiao Feng changed at the same time. The four thousand imperial troops who followed Song Xing all the way surrounded Shaolin at the foot of the mountain. Before going up the mountain, Song Xing asked them to divide into four teams to guard the four exits of Shaolin going down the mountain.

It was the imperial army exiting in the northwest direction that sounded the arrows.

The mingling arrows sounded, indicating that the thousand forbidden troops at the foot of the mountain had encountered an irresistible force and had to ask for help from the forbidden troops in the other three directions.

"I'll go support first!"

Song Xing walked quickly to the cliff beside the steps, left these words, turned over and jumped off under the dumbfounded gazes of Qiao Feng and others.

Shaolin was built on the mountainside of Shaoshi Mountain, and it is nearly a hundred meters away from the foot of the nearest mountain.

Song Xing just jumped over the steps in front of everyone, took a shortcut and jumped down!
The violent wind brought by the high-altitude fall slashed at his eyelids like a knife. Facing the rapidly approaching cliff and the faintly visible ground, Song Xing's left arm popped out and lightly touched a certain raised rock. One tap.

A huge momentum emanated from the palm of his hand, and at the same time as the rock shattered, Song Xing's fall slowed down.

In between breaths, Song Xing had done this three times, falling straight from the midair of Shaoshi Mountain, and landed heavily in the dense bushes below the mountain.

The huge impact was like an explosion, lifting a large area of ​​the ground and rushing towards all directions.

While the trees were shaking, Song Xing had rushed out like a sharp arrow, and rushed towards the northwest where the sound of killing came.

At a distance of several hundred meters, Song Xing took a step forward and arrived at the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Looking around, a figure in Tsing Yi was surrounded by hundreds of forbidden soldiers, and a large number of forbidden soldiers' corpses were scattered around.

Between knives, spears and halberds, the blue shadow moved forward and backward, and none of the forbidden soldiers could touch his body. On the contrary, every time he moved forward and back, or swung his fist or palm, he could take away the lives of several forbidden soldiers.

Nearly a thousand well-trained imperial guards were unable to even put up a normal resistance in the face of this single man in Tsing Yi.No matter what formation the forbidden army changes, this person can see through it instantly, and then find a way to break the formation. Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of forbidden troops died in the hands of this person.

The imperial army wanted to distance themselves and attack with long-range crossbow arrows, but the people in Tsing Yi didn't give them a chance at all, shuttled through the crowd like ghosts, and only picked out the officers who gave orders.

According to this style of play, it won't take long for the thousand forbidden troops to be broken into formation by this person, killing most of them. No wonder the forbidden troops will send out homing arrows for help!
The moment Song Xing appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the man in Tsing Yi turned his head suddenly as if sensing it, and his eyes met Song Xing's.

Therefore, Song Xing could see clearly the appearance of the man in Tsing Yi.

He has a clear appearance, tall and thin body, with sharp eyes, dressed in green clothes, wearing a square scarf of the same color, and looks like a middle-aged scribe.

The moment their eyes met, the two were still dozens of steps away, and Song Xing already felt a sense of crisis in his heart that he was being targeted by a fierce beast.

In the next second, the face of the man in Tsing Yi appeared less than three meters away from Song Xing.

Song Xing's heart constricted suddenly, and the crisis of death hit Song Xing's heart instantly. Without even thinking about it, he raised his hand and elbowed it towards the chest of the man in Tsing Yi.

At this moment, the sense of crisis brought to him by the man in Tsing Yi was even higher than that of the sweeping monk.

Facing Song Xing's blow that could tear apart steel, the man in Tsing Yi showed a look of indifference to the living beings. His right hand came first and stopped in front of Song Xing's elbow. With a light push, the air in front of his palm was compressed sharply. The sound of the sonic boom.

(End of this chapter)