Chapter 250 The Hero Follows the Illusional Man

The early morning dew is scattered on the vegetable field, trees, on the grass, and on the frost of a rough middle-aged man. In front of it is a heavy mountain, and behind it is a straight road. What is he waiting for? What is he thinking? The middle-aged man has stayed here for a day and night, looking at the other side of the mountain motionless. Gradually, the sun came out, and Chu Xiong's face was still so resolute and sad.

At the end of the mountain road, a team of people came with three blood-red characters "Tiger Gang" written on the flag.

At the front is Xiong Feng, followed by Xunda, Wang Qi and Xiao Di, the three masters of the Tiger Gang. I don't know how long it took, the couple suddenly heard it.

I saw this black and white-haired man standing in front of him. He was rough and fierce, with his hands in his chest and looked coldly at the coming Xiongfeng.

Schindler and others shouted in surprise: "Chu Xiong!" This guy is not dead!" Those who come are not good will not come. Be careful.

Xiongfeng looked indifferently at Chu Xiong, who was ten feet away in front of his team. He was not taking a step forward, but stepped off the horse and slowly walked to Chu Xiong. Schindler and others all admire the courage and martial arts of the master.

In the morning, the mountain road was unusually quiet, and occasionally there were a few insects and birds singing, and there were many discussions with the people of the Tiger Gang.

With a loud laugh that shook the mountain forest, Chu Xiong said, "Xiong Shaoxia, we meet again."

"So what?" Xiongfeng asked.

"I see that you have a little more mysterious spirit between your eyebrows. It should be that your martial arts skills are higher. I have been injured by you and have not recovered so far, so I'm not here to revenge."

This statement immediately attracted the side eyes of Xunda and Wang Qi and others, which is probably a fraud in terms of Chu Xiong's temperament.

"I said Chu Xiong, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The leader of the Tiger Gang is enough to walk in the martial arts. It's not something you can defeat. Those who know the current affairs are handsome. You'd better accept your fate!"

"I have long been convinced that I was defeated by your majestic hand. There is no one in today's young martial arts generation that I admire. I, Chu Xiong, was also a righteous man, but now I am willing to return to my nature and help you.

"It's not appropriate to solve the enemy, and I appreciate the kindness of the hero Chu." Xiong Feng smiled calmly.

He expected that Chu Xiong would not die before, and it was already a taboo to let the tiger go back to the mountain. How can we lead wolves into the house now?

"Well, you can't believe it, but there will be a day when you need me, and the difficulties are right in front of you. If you want to attack the burning valley, you need to pay attention to three points." Chu Xiong said seriously.

Hearing the words, the majestic wind and so on are all looking at each other.

"Didn't Master Chu get the help of Liu Zige?" Schindler said head-to-the-line.

"Well, people can't help it. I know it's difficult for me to gain your trust. But I don't want the gangsters in South China to fall into the hands of Pingwumen.

"What do you mean is that Pingwumen has joined the struggle to rob the burning valley village?" Xiong Feng asked.

"Well, that's good! To be correct, Liu Zige and the peaceful martial arts united to resist you... So it's very painful for you to take down the Burning Valley Village in one fell swoop, but it's different with me.

"How do you say this?" Xiongfeng really can't imagine the mystery of it.

"The Burning Valley Village is surrounded by mountains, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now Pingwumen has sent troops to garrison. It will be more difficult for you to attack.

"So what? I have the ability to fight the Tiger Gang to take down the small burning valley village in one fell swoop." Schindler asked, in fact, they were doubting whether Chu Xiong was trying to seduce them.

"I said that Chu Xiong is worthy of being a generation of heroes. You can also figure out such an inferior method. Don't think that I will easily believe you when I am young and ignorant." Wang Qi laughed.

"Well, let's talk about it for you." After saying that, Chu Xiong turned around and passed away.

After Chu Xiong went far away, Xiong Feng said, "What he said is not unreasonable. Let's be careful."

Schindler and Wang Qi also nodded when they looked at each other.

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At this time, there was already a person in the Siwu Cave in Shaolin, which was empty and a little deserted. Yang Jing suddenly thought that Fang Yuan said that there was no need for martial arts in the cave, and the world's martial arts were all out of Shaolin. When he asked him, Fang Yuan had a mysterious face and said that there was a mystery in it. So he became curious and went to the stone wall at the end of Siwu Cave and carefully looked at the figure drawn by Zeng Shan with his fingers.

But after looking at it for a long time, Yang Jing didn't see anything strange. He placed these pictures of different sizes, and his pen was crooked and twisted, and the text next to him gently swept over the heavy place, and he regraved the place where the pen should be lighter.

Yang Jing practiced calligraphy for many years when he was a child, and he is quite familiar with calligraphy and pictures, but the way of writing these words is strange and difficult to understand the mystery.

Yang Jing finally gave up after reading most of the day and said secretly in his heart, "These bullshit poems must be arbitrary. Fang Yuan is afraid that I will laugh at him to make a mystery and bragging. There is nothing wrong with this. I almost fell for him!"

At this moment, he turned around and felt a little tired.

So Yang Jing sat down cross-legged in Shi**, holding his hands in front of his chest, and closing his eyes to prepare for perfection. But as soon as I closed my eyes, the characters and pictures I had just seen on the stone wall appeared in front of me. These ugly big characters kept zooming in and rotating in front of Yang Jing according to the order on the stone wall, becoming clearer and clearer.

Yang Jing's heart moved and vaguely grasped the key. He raised his right hand subconsciously and stretched out his index finger to slowly copy the font in front of him, but he felt very awkward after writing a few strokes.

Yang Jing was not discouraged. After thinking about it, he slowly raised his left hand. So I wrote a point on the right side with my right hand, and the point on my left side with my left hand, and my hands were copied with those characters at the same time and with the pictures of the characters.

An inexplicable feeling surged into Yang Jing's heart. His body slowly stood up from Shi** unconsciously, and his hands kept copying, but it became bigger and bigger. Later, he stepped on the flowers around the willow steps, drew Zeng Shan Mobao, and danced. Yang Jingyue felt the magic inside, and the true qi of Su Qianyang in her body kept swimming out and gradually turned into her own use.

At this time, Yang Jing suddenly opened his eyes and couldn't put them on, and went straight to the bottom of the cave. This time, he has realized something and finally found that the 22 words left by Zeng Shan contain infinite mysterious changes, which is a set of changeless, strong and soft palms!

At this moment, in Yang Jing's eyes, those originally ugly characters came to life one by one, dancing on the stone wall, full of inspiration. Whether it's a turn or a sweep and a heavy press, all of them are unique and natural.

Yang Jing was immersed in it as if he were hungry and thirsty, sometimes with a smile on his face, and sometimes his eyebrows were deeply locked and meditated. Inadvertently, the sun sets and the moon rises, and the moon sinks again. Yang Jing unconsciously changes the light in the cave, and forgets hunger and thirst.

When he realized that he was very intoxicated, he suddenly let out a long roar, making the echoes in the Siwu cave run over like thunder, buzzing. Yang Jing stretched out his arms and stepped on the flowers around the willows. Seeing that his body was like a rabbit and tiger, his palms were like iron pear blossoms, and the wind was like wind and clouds. Dozens of palm moves were natural, and it was completed in one go, straight to the peak.

When Yang Jing was forgetting about the punching, suddenly someone shouted at the mouth of the cave, "Brother Yang Jing, I brought you food." But it's a sacrifice.

But Jieshe shouted a few times, but there was no response, and he shouted, "The food is getting cold. Do you want to eat it?"

At this time, Yang Jing never shouted, "Let it go first!"

"Okay, eat it quickly, otherwise it's not good to get cold." After saying that, he didn't respond and gently walked in.

In the stone room, Yang Jing seemed to have suffered from a big enemy. He felt that he had to defeat an enemy every step, and the more he went inside, the more powerful his opponent became. When Yang Jing came to the bottom of the cave, there was an illusory figure standing directly in front of him. From the appearance, he was a monk, an old monk. Yang Jing knew that he had met a great one this time.

Yang Jing first arched his hand, and then raised his inner strength. He could only use his great compassionate hand to try to see if he could defeat the illusory figure.

But at this time, the man's left claw was taken back to protect his chest, his right palm was like the wind, and he found the real dragon emperor in the shadow of the three palms, and his palm was sealed open. In order to take care of Yang Jing, the virtual man only had two successes. Unexpectedly, he took a step back.

Yang Jing's left palm was stopped, and his right fist was waved in an instant, which can be used as a dazzling move, and can also be turned into a real Huanglong. Seeing that Yang Jing's right fist was stammered and restrained, he knew it was a false move, so he shook his left index finger and bounced it and pointed to Yang Jing's right wrist.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jing was induced by the air machine to turn his fist into a palm and split Zeng Shan's left arm, and unexpectedly transformed his palm into a move in the Yijinjing without trace. For a moment, the illusory man was unexpected and stepped back.

Even Yang Jing has not tried such a rapid change, and illusory people may not fall into this trap if they are not preconceived. Seeing that I was old with a big move, I had to pour air into my arms and refine a right arm more than a golden stone. Peng's abruptly shook Yang Jing's right palm.

Although this is the case, Yang Jing also secretly shouted in his heart. If he had actually lost one move purely in terms of moves, if he hadn't relied on many changes in his moves, this arm would have been folded here today.

Yang Jing's right palm was blocked, and his left fist did not stop beating out. He looked slow and fast, looked strong and soft, and fully grasped the true meaning of the Yijinjing of "once in the sea".

Previously, the illusory man suffered a small loss and dared not be careless. He used a lot of spirit to deal with Yang Jing, as if he were facing a big enemy. The two of them have been fighting in this cave for a long time. During this time, it seems that this illusory man is one of chess, and five or six people have the upper hand after facing each other.

However, it seems that the illusory person has the intention to let Yang Jing play to his fullest, so that he can experience the essence of these 72 ways of palms in actual combat, so this point is the point, mainly guarding, and has become Yang Jing's training target. I'm afraid that such an opportunity can't be sought by the masters of the square generation, but it has been completed by Yang Jing.

The two were fighting, and Zeng Shan suddenly felt that there was another person at the entrance of the cave. He glanced at the corner of his eyes, but saw a dark and solid teenager standing by the cave with a lunch box, staring at here.

Unexpectedly, such a distraction. The illusory man hit Yang Jing's tiger and only heard a sad cry, and Yang Jing fell to the ground fiercely.

"Oh, Brother Yang Jing." Jieshe ran over to help Yang Jing up.

At this time, Yang Jingru woke up leisurely and looked in the morning like a wooden chicken. He couldn't help saying with a trace of anger, "You came at such a good time."

Jeshe smiled bitterly and said, "You are really awesome. I was stunned."

"Go to hell! It hurts me so much. Fortunately, there are dishes. If only there was wine.

"Haha, if your students go down the mountain in the future, they will definitely enjoy all the glory and wealth." Jieshe laughed.

"I said that your martial arts skills are still so bad after so many years in Shaolin. It turns out that you want to be prosperous one day! After you, I'll tell the fat monk to go. Yang Jing bit the steamed bun and smiled.

"This..." Jieshe touched his head.