Zhao Ke is a man with Hu Tassels, Wu Gu is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, swaying like a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles away. After the matter, I brush my clothes and hide my name.

I was idle after Xinling drinking, took off my sword and slid my knees in front of me. I ate Zhu Hai with my roast and held my cup to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of snoring, but five mountains become light. After the eyes are blurred, the ears are hot, and the spirit is simple and bright.

When Zhao was rescued, Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of Qianqiu were awakened and Daliang City were awakened.

Even if the dead man is fragrant, he will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write to you? The Taixuan Sutra of the White-Headed Head!

This is the "Hello Travel" by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

At this time, Ye Xiuwen practiced swords and recited poems, which really had another charm.

The sword was slashed out like calligraphy, and the strokes were like swords and dots. And while practicing swordsmanship, Ye Xiuwen discovered an amazing secret.

This day, the sword is broken, and there is no real sword move at all.

At first, his sword technique was like flowing water, sometimes soothing, sometimes dashing, sometimes soaring into the sky.

But Ye Xiuwen just realized that something was wrong when he practiced until the third day.

This Tianshen Sword has sixteen sword moves. You must integrate these sixteen sword moves to exert your maximum power.

But these sixteen sword moves are too scattered, sometimes moving in and out, and sometimes moving in a rapid manner. This cannot be integrated together at all.

This is like a person who draws a square with his left hand and a circle with his right hand. It is so difficult to use both minds and minds.

And at this moment, an idea suddenly emerged from Ye Xiuwen's sea of ​​consciousness.

Can I write this rapid and bravely in the air? Can I write it as running script? Can I take it as crazy cursive?

Thinking of this, Ye Xiuwen turned his sword move into calligraphy. Or, in other words, the sword that was originally damaged by the sky was to be used in calligraphy.

But no matter what, when Ye Xiuwen practiced the seventh heaven again, his sword technique had already been perfect. He used this sword like a person, with three heads and six arms, and a sword shadow all over the sky.

Ye Xiuwen felt it was time. He kicked the sword technique to the top, and the vitality and blood were injected into the sword in his hand......

"Buzz!"

The blue copper sword burst into a buzzing sound, and the blue sword light surged, and then shot out from the sword's edge.

The sword energy traverses 30,000 miles, and the sword light shines in the nineteen states. Although it is not that exaggerated at this time, the sword energy is released and directly covers Ye Xiuwen and within 30 feet of his radius.

A stream of green sword energy splashed everywhere like hail falling in the air.

The sword energy fell on the ground, and the hard rock exploded and rumbling endlessly.

Yue'er was practicing the "Qianjue Hand" on one side, and was disturbed by the roar.

She looked up and saw a sword light coming from her face.

Of course, this is Ye Xiuwen's unintentional mistake, because when this sword technique bursts out with sword energy, it is not controlled at all.

Even Ye Xiuwen himself was injured by the Heavenly Sword, let alone outsiders.

At this time, Yue'er saw that the sword light was not good, so she sent out the sword on her waist and collided with the flying sword light.

With a tingling sound, the Bigong Sword collided with the sword energy, but I didn't expect the Bigong Sword to be knocked away.

At the same time, the sword energy was knocked away from its original trajectory and flew over from one side of Dayue'er's cheek.

As the sword energy flew over, Yue'er felt her face burning, and the three black hairs on her temples were cut and floated in the air.

"What a great sword energy!"

Yue'er sighed, and at this moment, she didn't expect that the place where Ye Xiuwen was located actually collapsed.

The power of the sword energy was too great, and the sword energy shattered the stone like steel. Ye Xiuwen's body fell down.

On the lower floor are eighteen little monks practicing martial arts. Before, I heard the rumbling sound of the head above my head, and I felt something was wrong. The head stepped aside and looked towards the roof. At this moment, the roof of the cave began to crack, and then a rumbling sound was rumbling, and a series of sword energy were lowered.

The sword energy was everywhere, and smoke and dust were rising. Eighteen little monks set up a bronze man formation, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

"Ahem!"

Ye Xiuwen coughed twice and walked out of the smoke and dust. He imitated the monk's appearance and said, "Amitabha, I've crossed the boundaries!"

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The little monk looked at Ye Xiuwen speechlessly. At this time, Ye Xiuwen was shirtless and covered with sword marks.

Some of the sword marks were still very deep, and a lot of hair was cut off. I just stood there bloody standing.

Although the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, it is also terrifying enough.

"Xuwen? How are you?" Yue'er asked at this moment, lying on the cave.

"It's okay, I just played it."

Ye Xiuwen shouted, but Yue'er also jumped down from the hole.

The moon fell, and the eighteen little monks bowed their heads at the same time, clasped their hands together and said, "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

"Hehe, there is also a little monk!" Yue'er was amused when she saw the eighteen little monks, because these eighteen people painted their bodies golden.

"Hey? Your clothes?" Yue'er saw Ye Xiuwen with a shirtless upper body again.

"Haha, I'll just say that you can't practice this sword technique!" Ye Xiuwen looked at Yue'er with a smirk.

Yue'er glanced at Ye Xiuwen, and her little eyes seemed to be saying, "You've practiced wrong, right?"

"The time is almost over, and we have to come out of seclusion, otherwise it would be no longer beautiful if we missed the Shaolin competition." Ye Xiuwen said again.

"Then you can't just go out like this, right?" Yue'er looked at Ye Xiuwen and said.

"It's okay!"

Ye Xiuwen had his own opinion and went up to a young monk with a figure similar to that of him and said, "Amitabha, little master, can you lend your clothes for me?"

"Good, good, donor, please give me a gift!" said the little monk.

Ye Xiuwen knew that monks were easy to talk, and they had no desires and no demands, and they would give them whatever you lend them.

Otherwise, when you arrive at the temple, you say that you have no clothes and you have to borrow a piece of clothes to wear. The monk refused to give it to him and said: I don’t have any clothes yet? Can I give it to you?

This must be a fake monk, because a real monk would not do this. Sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, and monks are compassionate.

For example, a beggar is about to starve to death, and a monk is about to starve to death. But the monk has a piece of cake, and he will give it to the beggar and sit down and transform it himself.

Otherwise, monks deserve respect from others, because of this. A real monk comes to save all living beings. He takes himself as a benchmark and lets the world follow him. This is called savior.

Otherwise, if the monk burns, kills and robs the Buddha, it would be too much.

So the little monk gave his monk's robe to Ye Xiuwen and Yue'er. Without asking his name, he opened the door and let Ye Xiuwen and Yue'er go out.

But at this time, these two people didn't know that the competition in Shaolin Temple had already begun!...
Chapter completed!