Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

Shan Wanjing's sword was suddenly unsheathed, and for a while, the entire cabin was filled with sword energy.

The roast chicken seemed to be suspended by an invisible rope, and it was motionless between the endless sword energy, as if it was frozen in the void.

Clang!

Shan Wanjing's sword was returned to its sheath, and Zhu Houzhao stepped aside, holding the oil paper on his right hand.

rustling rustling!

The roasted chickens that were cut into pieces fell one after another, like light fallen leaves, falling steadily on the oiled paper in Zhu Houzhao's hands, neatly lined up in rows and rows, each piece was as thin as a cicada's wing, and could almost see through. .

Shan Wanjing was stunned. This kind of swordsmanship, this kind of control over strength, was too miraculous for her, too miraculous for her to comprehend.

Even if it is Duke Shang's kendo cultivation base, I am afraid it is far from so high!

"How is it?" Zhu Houzhao smiled slightly at Shan Wanjing's cute Biao Qing, "Now, am I qualified to teach you swordsmanship?"

Shan Wanjing swallowed her saliva, her eyes full of anticipation, she nodded repeatedly: "Qualified, qualified. What is the name of this swordsmanship?"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Shan Wanjing: "This swordsmanship was created by me after a few days of healing and boredom. Since I gave it to you, I'll let you take the name!"

Shan Wanjing looked at Zhu Houzhao, but saw the radiance in the latter's eyes, like the brightest stars in the sky, fascinating, and lowered her head unconsciously.

"Then it's called... Star Crystal Swordsmanship!"

A man with eyes like stars taught Shan Wanjing the swordsmanship.

Star Crystal Swordsmanship!

Zhuge Zheng is holding a long spear, his eyes are faint, and there seem to be stars twinkling in his pupils.

His eyes were sharp, and he saw the remnants of the peacock needles through the small holes that were deep and thin as hair.

Call ~

Zhuge Zhengga mobilized his infuriating energy and slowly exercised his power. The golden peacock needles around them seemed to have eyes, and they flew back on their own initiative and landed in Zhuge Zhengga's hands.

"Mr. Zhuge, in order to help you solve the case, I specially ordered people to guard this place, and nothing was disturbed..." Wu Xingyun said nervously.

Zhuge Zheng nodded and looked at the peacock ling in his hand: "The assassin was injured under the peacock's ling, after all, it is not completely irresistible for His Royal Highness to face that unparalleled master."

"Look at the shooting direction of the peacock feathers. After the peacock feathers were fired, His Royal Highness should have fled in the direction of the Cangjiang River..." Zhuge Zheng I twirled a bit of soil on the ground, "There are two kinds of blood on the ground, although after so many days , has been weakened many times, but I can still distinguish it clearly with my master's secret technique, and His Royal Highness is also injured."

"Following the smell of blood, we should be able to gain something..." Zhuge Zheng I pushed the ruthless wheelchair, "Let's go, Lord Wu."

In front of Southern Shaolin, the face of Zen Master Dabei was already ashen: "Your Majesty really refuses to let me Shaolin die?"

Zhu Youji said calmly: "Any force that threatens the child, I will not leave a chance. No trace, kill!"

"Zen Master Great Compassion, I heard that your Great Compassion Palm has reached an ancient state. Once it is used, no amount of attacks can threaten you in the slightest." Like snow and murderous intent like a sea, he flicked his folding fan lightly and said, "Wuhen has a self-created hidden weapon technique 'sprinkling money all over the sky', please taste it."

As soon as he said that, Wuhen's body burst out with countless bright golden rays of light, which were countless money, turned into an invincible hidden weapon, and shot at Zen Master Dabei.

"Amitabha..." At this moment, a Buddha horn sounded inside the gate of Shaolin Temple.

An old man shone with golden light all over his body, like a reincarnated golden Buddha, slowly walked out of the temple.

Young Master Wuhen's hidden weapon, which was denser than Fuyu, was attracted by the invisible energy, and was completely sucked by the old monk.

Who is he? !

Chapter 0391 Buddhist Heaven Eyesight

The monk's body is poured like gold and bronze, and the whole body is covered with Buddha light.He walked towards Zhu Youji and the others step by step, as if a sacred mountain had moved, with an incomparably heavy aura.

"It's him!" The expressions of Taoist Qingsong and Taoist Wood became very ugly, "He's not dead yet!"

Zhu Youxi looked at the person who came, frowned slightly, and said, "Who is he?"

Taoist Qingsong stared at the monk who was as holy as a golden Buddha, nodded, and said word by word, "Yes, the third sage monk in Zen Buddhism for thousands of years, the founder of Southern Shaolin, Shenxiu!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone's faces became very solemn.

Shenxiu's strength does not need to be explained, it can be seen from his age alone.

Shenxiu's age is longer than the history of the three major empires. To be precise, his age this year should be [-] years old.

According to the law of heaven and earth, the life span of the unparalleled powerhouse is up to [-], but this is only the theoretical maximum value.

Just like ordinary people can live to seventy or eighty years old if they are healthy and healthy, but there is still a saying that 'people are rare in seventy years old'.

Death in the killing is part of the reason, and there are not a few people who have various problems in the state of mind and body, which lead to the collapse of the body and mind and the death of the inner breath.

Therefore, since ancient times, although there have been many unparalleled powerhouses, very few can really live to be over [-] years old, and those who survive to the age of [-] or [-] will experience various dark diseases in their bodies. In the end it ended sadly.

Shenxiu was able to live to be four hundred and eighty-one years old, and he still maintained his golden body from time immemorial.

"Patriarch." Although Zen Master Dabei was nearly a hundred years old, in front of Shenxiu, he still regarded himself as disciples and grandchildren.

"The poor monk Shenxiu, I have seen Your Majesty..." Shenxiu's hands made a perfect bottle seal on her chest, and a jade vase suddenly appeared on the top of her head, exuding a strong attraction. The ground floated in the air and was sealed in by the Aquarius Seal of Perfection.

Shenxiu smiled, the seal of the perfect vase slowly dissipated, and the copper coins in the sky were actually made into one, turned into a bronze Buddha, and slowly floated in front of Zhu Youji.

"The poor monk has no long possessions and no treasures to offer to His Majesty. He can only borrow flowers to offer Buddha and give His Majesty a bronze Buddha. If His Majesty wishes to sincerely worship the Buddha every day, the Buddha will surely bless His Majesty's dragon body with health and longevity." Shenxiu said calmly.

Zhu Youji smiled coldly: "Master Shenxiu, do you think a bronze Buddha can quell my anger?"

Shenxiu's eyes seemed to have thousands of stars reincarnating, he looked at Zhu Youji, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, Shenxiu's longevity has reached the limit, if you can't break the void, you will be in a moment, and there is really no need to lie to Your Majesty. The person who assassinated His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was definitely not someone from the Southern Shaolin."