(Sorry, there are a lot of mundane things recently, and the update speed has been much slower. However, it is about to be on holiday, and after the holiday, there are a lot of time codes to update.)

"But Wang Chongyang is also interesting. It is forbidden for disciples to learn the Nine Yin Scriptures, and then he hid the martial arts in the Scriptures in ordinary books. It's really interesting." The old man smiled and said with a smirk, "But this idea is indeed good. If I have the chance, I can try this way..."

Lu Zhanyuan and Li Mengyi looked at each other, what a guy, is the Nine Yang Divine Art hidden in the scriptures like this?

"Senior, I'm not to hide it. Although the master hid the martial arts of the Nine Yin True Sutra in the book, the only part of the martial arts of the Nine Yin True Sutra is not complete. After watching it, I found that most of the martial arts require corresponding internal skills to practice it." Lu Zhanyuan said: "In this way, the martial arts of the Nine Yin True Sutra cannot be practiced. It happened that you, the hermit master, have read the Nine Yin True Sutra. Senior, you also know that the Nine Yin True Sutra is the first unique skill today. After reading it, I felt itchy after reading it, so I came to Shaolin Temple to ask for advice from my senior." As he said that, Lu Zhanyuan took out the second half of the Nine Yin True Sutra that he got from Mei Chaofeng in his arms and handed it to the old man.

Looking at the few pages of paper that Lu Zhanyuan held in both hands, the old man looked at Lu Zhanyuan with great interest, "Is this the Nine Yin Scriptures?"

"Yes." Lu Zhanyuan replied. "I've seen it after my dear senior."

"Aren't you afraid that I will steal your Nine Yin Scriptures?" the old man asked.

"I don't think a hermit master like me will do such a thing." Lu Zhanyuan said with a smile: "Besides, you have read the Nine Yin Scriptures, how could you be greedy for only some of the scriptures?" As he said that, he handed a little forward with his hands.

"Well, I'll show you, just like to give you some advice. It's your luck to discover the Nine Yin Scriptures hidden in the book by Wang Chongyang." As he said that, the old man took the paper and read it. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something again, and looked up and said to Lu Zhanyuan: "But you have to remember that only once, you will not be allowed to come here to find me again in the future, nor can you tell others about my affairs, otherwise you will understand the consequences!"

Lu Zhanyuan nodded repeatedly like a chicken eating rice, "Don't worry, senior, I will definitely not bother you again!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction and looked down.

It would be fine if I didn't look at it, but after seeing it, the old man's face suddenly turned dark.

"Are you some scriptures?" The old man looked at Lu Zhanyuan and suddenly felt like he was on a pirate ship. "This is clearly all the martial arts moves in the Nine Yin Scriptures!"

Lu Zhanyuan laughed dryly and said, "Senior, I'm not sure about it. What I got before was indeed part of the Nine Yin True Sutra, but not long ago, I accidentally grabbed the lower half of the Nine Yin True Sutra on a famous devil in the world...so."

The old man suddenly put one hand on Lu Zhanyuan and pressed down hard.

Lu Zhanyuan was startled and felt that the power on his shoulder was so great that he was about to overwhelm like a mountain. In shock, he quickly pushed up.

While he was exerting force, the force that was pressing him suddenly disappeared. Lu Zhanyuan, who had put in full force, lost his suppression and jumped from the spot, jumping up more than two meters high, almost hitting the ceiling.

"It's true that he is the authentic internal power of Quanzhen Sect, and he is indeed a Quanzhen disciple." The old man nodded, then looked down at the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Lu Zhanyuan was extremely depressed. The old man was obviously teaching him a lesson that he had just made a revenge. He never thought that the famous author of the Nine Yang Divine Arts, a super hermit master, was as petty as a petty person. Rolling his eyes, Lu Zhanyuan accidentally turned to Li Mengyi, who was sitting aside, covering her mouth and laughing.

"Laughing at your sister!" Lu Zhanyuan glared at Li Mengyi fiercely, and the latter glared at her big eyes unwillingly.

"Cough cough." At this time, the old man's coughing made Lu Zhanyuan immediately withdraw his gaze and looked at the old man with anticipation.

The old man felt a little embarrassed by Lu Zhanyuan's expectant look and said a little embarrassedly: "Little guy, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you this time. I don't know how to do the martial arts in the Nine Yin Scriptures."

"You can't?" Lu Zhanyuan suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, "How is it possible? Haven't you read the Nine Yin Scriptures?"

"I just looked at it, but I just looked at it, but I didn't say I wanted to learn it." The old man said embarrassedly: "I originally thought you only got one or two martial arts of the Nine Yin True Sutras, and it was not too difficult to be able to give you some advice. But you took out all the martial arts of the Nine Yin True Sutras for me, and I can't do anything about it."

"But you are a senior expert, how can you find this little thing difficult to get you?"

The old man was going crazy, "What kind of mess in seniors? Is practicing qigong related to these? I am a senior, so even if I practice these martial arts without supporting internal skills, I can use them indifferently with my deep internal strength. But you are different. If you practice the Nine Yin Scriptures, you will probably be lighter."

Lu Zhanyuan couldn't help but think of Ouyang Feng, who was practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures, couldn't help but fight a cold war and said with some disappointment: "So, seniors have nothing to do?"

The old man shook his head, "There is no way. If you can find the remaining Nine Yin Scriptures, you can solve this problem."

Of course Lu Zhanyuan knew this truth, but the first half of the Nine Yin Scriptures is on Taohua Island. Lu Zhanyuan dared not bet on whether Huang Yaoshi had the temper of this old man living in seclusion in Shaolin Temple. What if he was unhappy and slapped himself to death?

As his eyes rolled, Lu Zhanyuan floated to the Yijin Jing sitting under Li Mengyi's butt for no reason.

"By the way, senior, juniors have something to ask for."

"What's the matter? After that." The old man couldn't wait until he could complete Lu Zhanyuan's request, so he asked generously.

"That's right." Lu Zhanyuan coughed and laughed: "I have always been very interested in Shaolin Temple's unique Yijin Jing. If the senior can let me view the Yijin Jing, I..."

"Stop!" the old man waved his hand. "No! The Yijin Jing is the highest martial arts in Buddhism. Even Shaolin disciples have no right to learn it, let alone let you see it? I can't do anything about stealing other people's sects like this."

"Is that true?" Lu Zhanyuan smiled strangely, "Senior, did you borrow this Yijin Jing from Abbot Shaolin?"
Chapter completed!