Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 18 Stone Inscriptions
Dao Shen was taken aback for a moment, and he was also shocked to take action against Fang Jianming, and he did this because he would not make a move at ordinary times. Dao Shen put Fang Jianming down slowly, and said with a smile: "Hey, little baby, come with me!" You fight, it’s meaningless, but how did you know my age, in this world, except for the 'know-it-all' back then, no one only knows the old man's birthday, how did you know?"

When Fang Jianming was caught by him, his heart skipped a beat. Seeing that he didn't care about him, he said, "I don't know either. I looked at you, and then my eyes flashed, as if I knew your age, so I said it casually." 120 years old. Are you really 120 years old?"

Dao Shen said: "So you guessed it. Who are you? You are so smart. If you practice martial arts, you will surpass the old man in the future." As he said, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Fang Jianming with high spirits, which meant that Fang Jianming extremely important.Seeing the appearance of the sword god, Qingcheng and Wuming cried out in their hearts: I will be killed
Fang Jianming laughed and said: "I'm very lazy and sleepy very much, how can I become a master like you?"

Dao Shen said: "Really? That's nothing. Although the old man was not lazy back then, my master always said that I was stupid. You see, I have become a peerless master now. How about it? I don't think you are a monk. Why don't you worship me?" The old man is your teacher, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two people said in unison: "No, he is a disciple of Shaolin Temple, how can he be your disciple."

Dao Shen looked back, saw Wuming and a fat monk, pointed at Qing Cheng and said, "Who are you fat monk?"

Fang Jianming said: "He is my master."

Dao Shen said: "Oh... Hey, so you have a master." As he said that, he looked at Qing Cheng with extreme disdain, as if Fang Jianming was practicing in his hands, and he was overqualified, Qing Cheng is not worthy of him master.Seeing his expression, Qing Cheng was furious, and thought: Is the sword god really amazing? If I can't beat you, shouldn't I be allowed to take an apprentice.

Qing Cheng is a monk after all, if this were placed on a Jiang Hu person, he would have fought desperately with this sword god.Although I know that it is easy for others to deal with me, there is a saying that "people fight for breath, Buddha fights for incense", how can a man with a little bit of blood be indifferent to others' contempt.

Wuming said: "Amitabha, the benefactor of the sword god, although this child has not been shaved, but he grew up in Shaolin Temple, he can be regarded as half a Shaolin disciple. Whether he will become a monk in the future will have to wait until he grows up to decide. Decision. Now that he is in Shaolin, Shaolin Temple cannot allow outsiders to accept him as an apprentice, besides, he already has a master, so it is better not to mention the matter of accepting him as an apprentice."

Dao Shen said: "Monk Wuming, don't make a mistake. I just saw him as smart and cute, so I only thought about it. Now that he has a master, how can I 'take away what others like'? I haven't gone out of the world for many years. It still makes sense.”

Wuming said: "It seems that the old monk is worrying too much."

Dao Shen suddenly said: "We have talked too much nonsense. Since you are looking for Tian Chan Dao, you must have come prepared. Tian Chan Dao is one of the seven wonders of Shaolin Temple. If the old man blocks your way, I'm afraid it won't be easy in the future, so how about it, Unnamed Monk, you can carve a word on this stone tablet with your Shaolin King Kong fingers, and I'll send you into the valley and send some ferocious beasts for you, how about it?"

Wuming looked at that stone tablet and thought: What's so difficult about this?Said: "The benefactor is serious?" The sword god laughed, and said: "The sword god never counts his words." Wuming thought: I thought it was necessary to fight with this old monster, but now it seems that I am Too much to worry about.Engraving words on the stone tablet is even more difficult for others, but for the old monk, hehe,
Still can't help me.

Thinking about it, he raised his feet and approached the stone tablet. Fang Jianming, Qing Cheng, Yingting young man, five Shaolin monks all opened their eyes wide, watching how Wuming wrote on the stone tablet.

Wuming looked at the stone tablet in front of him, and thought: What should I write... Okay, I will write Wu, so that this knife god can know that the disciples of the Shaolin Wuzi generation are no worse than those on the list .

After thinking about it, he gently stretched out his right index finger and touched it on the stone tablet. He was about to use the Shaolin King Kong finger to write a word "no word". After a few minutes, they marched away, and they actually paid great attention to this stone tablet.

Qing Cheng was stunned, thinking: It is not difficult for me to carve words on the stone tablet, but of course my skill is not as good as that of the master and the others, and I can only write a shallow handwriting on the stone. write.

Everyone waited for a long time, and saw that Wuming was still standing in front of the stele in horse stance, with his right index finger pointing on the stele, without moving, wondering whether he was writing or not.

Seeing the sword god, he opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Do you think this is an ordinary stone tablet? This is the 'Xuan Tie Stone' that the old man specially carried from the South China Sea. I am tired of writing seven characters on it 20 years ago. What a great Taoism, I really thought I was a god, so I wrote as I wanted."

Everyone didn't know what this "black iron stone" was, but seeing Wuming's dignified expression and his slow fingering, they knew how hard this stone tablet was.After a while, a layer of sweat broke out on Wuming's head, he suddenly yelled, and said, "Who said that I can't write on this stone?" The index finger of his right hand quickly wrote a traditional character "No" on the stone, At the end, he gave a deep finger on the stele, and he also jumped into the air, and fell to the original standing position, a pair of white eyebrows almost flew out, his eyes were shining with gold, and his gaze was breathtaking.

Seeing that he was able to write on the stone tablet, Dao Shen was stunned. After a long time, he laughed and said: "Good finger strength, good kung fu. In fact, there are more than Qijue in Shaolin Temple. How can this Vajra Finger be inferior to Qijue?"

Wuming didn't speak, he didn't dare to say it, the last finger, followed by another jump, almost exhausted all the strength in his body, and he couldn't spare any strength.He was just adjusting his breath secretly.

Fang Jianming clapped his hands and smiled, "Grandmaster's finger strength is so high, I'll applaud you tomorrow. By the way, senior sword god, since my grandmaster wrote on that 'black iron stone', why don't you bring us in?" Valley?"

Dao Shen said: "Of course what the old man says counts."

Qing Cheng whispered to Fang Jianming, "Ming'er, your grand master is adjusting your internal energy, so it's not easy to move at this time, tell this saber god to wait for a while."

Fang Jianming turned his head away, wanting to say something to him, Dao Shen said with a smile: "Can you hide this old man's little trick from you two? I already knew that the nameless old monk was adjusting breath, so why bother talking about it, wait for him to adjust breath It's not too late for us to go."

As he said that, he grabbed Fang Jianming, found a random place, sat down and chatted with Fang Jianming, and left Qingcheng aside.Seeing how happy Fang Jianming was chatting with Dao Shen, Qing Cheng was also happy for him.He knows that such a master is not harmful to anyone, on the contrary, he is good to you, that is your blessing.He also forgot all about the look of disdain shown by the sword god to him earlier.

After Wuming finished adjusting his breathing, it was already past noon, Wuming opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha, it's such a hard 'black iron stone', the sword god benefactor can carve seven big characters on it, the old monk admires it very much. "

The sword god laughed, and said: "Let's go, or your little disciple will say that I can't count my words and actions." He casually hung the machete in his hand on his waist belt, and led nine people to the Canglong Valley. go.

Not long after they left, outside the Canglong Valley, in the woods, a masked man in black appeared from nowhere. He stood quietly beside a big tree, and his exposed eyes were cold. , suddenly there was the sound of clothes flapping in the air, two figures flew out from the woods, came to the front, they knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads and said: "Report to the deputy leader, the magic skill is extraordinary The leader is on his way and will arrive in a moment."

A black-clothed masked man glanced coldly at the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "Is the Great Hierarch here? Very good, very good. You go outside the woods and guard me, and don't allow any people from the rivers and lakes to approach, to dissuade those who don't work, It doesn't matter if you shoot or kill, I'm going into this Canglong Valley to scout the way for the Great Hierarch, do you know that?"

"Yes, I know." The two flew into the woods and out, hiding somewhere, judging by their skills, they are no more than top-notch masters in the world.

"Hey...hey...hey, I don't count on the Longevity Vase, let them fight. Sooner or later, that thing will belong to that father-in-law surnamed Wang. Heavenly Cicada Sword, Heavenly Cicada Sword, I'll see where you go this time." The masked man in black smiled coldly under the tree.

The sword god was in the front, and the nine people were in the back. They walked for a while in the Canglong Valley.I can only see that the Canglong Valley is really charming and dangerous.During their journey, they saw high mountains and dense forests, criss-cross streams and rivers, and few people. They also encountered swamps several times. Fang Jianming heard that the sword god said that there was a swamp and he couldn't go there. Slam it in the direction pointed by the sword god.With a bang, the boulder sank in a short while, and there was no trace of it.This time Fang Jianming was surprised again and again.

Seeing the sword god, he said with a smile: "Actually, the more dangerous is yet to come. This quagmire is not a problem for us Jianghu people. People with a little bit of real skill, if they step on the quagmire, they can escape their lives by using light kung fu. There is also a kind of miasma in this valley, which is particularly frightening. When people smell it, they will feel dizzy and weak. Fortunately, these days are not the days when it haunts, otherwise we will be in a little trouble."

Hearing what he said so fiercely, Fang Jianming asked, "Grandpa Dao Shen, can it be that no one else can survive here except you?"

The sword god smiled and said: "I have been in this Canglong Valley for so many years, and I have encountered all kinds of troubles. The mud can't stop me, and ordinary beasts are not a problem. The miasma is not very scary to me. I just Holding my breath, I can walk freely even if I use the turtle's breath method. The only thing that gives me a headache is a huge beast. I have fought with it for many years, but I have never killed him. I just killed it and fled in defeat. "

(End of this chapter)