Chapter 247 Promise to Wait for Me to Win in January

In such a flash, it will be three months. During these three months, summer has been in closed practice. Almost no one knows what level Yang Jing has reached. Except for Fang Yuan and Xuan Wu and Yang Jing himself, this is absolutely a secret for outsiders. Even Shaolin doesn't know many people in summer. This is also the meaning of Fangyuan not allowing Yang Jing to have too much contact with the outside world.

Yang Jing slowly woke up, and there were faint bursts of soreness on his body. He opened his eyes and found that he was lying in the bamboo house**, and the lamp on the table was as quiet as beans.

What happened before the coma was gradually remembered. Yang Jing reached out and touched it, and the purple bamboo sword was quietly lying on the pillow in its usual position. He hurriedly took a closer look in front of him and saw that the snowfield sword was round and blue, and the golden halo flowed faintly on the sword. There was no damage at all before he was relieved.

The sound of "coo" turned out to be a hungry and dissatisfied protest. Yang Jing sat up and shouted out of the window, "Jieshe, Jieshe!"

"Brother Ding, I'm coming!" While responding outside, he came in with a bowl of porridge. He walked happily to Yang Jing's bed and sat down and said, "You finally woke up, Brother Ding. Hurry up and have a bowl of porridge. I have added a lot of nourishing herbs to it.

Yang Jing took the bowl and smelled the smell of medicine. Fortunately, it was not very dry in his mouth, but slippery. He didn't know how many days he had slept. He just felt that his stomach was empty, and a gust of wind swept through the clouds and drank a large bowl of porridge.

Yang Jing returned the empty bowl to Jieshe and asked, "I've been sleeping for a few days. Is Shaolin's martial arts competition over?"

"You have been lying down for six days, and the martial arts competition is over early." Jieshe replied, "I'm so anxious to see that you haven't woken up, but the master said that you can wake up tonight and ask me to prepare something for you. He is so clever that you will wake up sooner or later tonight.

Yang Jing snorted, "The old monk is mysterious, and you also believe it. By the way, what's the result of your test?

Jieshe scratched his head and said, "I broke into the fourth round, but few of them were killed by Jie Ai's brother and defeated."

Yang Jing was slightly disappointed, but when he thought about it, he actually passed several levels and entered the top eight, which was greatly unexpected, and it was enough to achieve this achievement.

Jese frowned and said, "It's much better than me. I've been reaching the semi-finals, and the last move was defeated by Luo Jiao. By the way, she secretly came to see you a few times in the past few days. Seeing that you fell asleep and didn't dare to disturb you for a while, she left.

In the morning of the next day, Yang Jing took a few of the packed clothes to the back mountain Siwu Cave.

When he went out, he took Yang Jing's hand and nagging for a long time, urging him to devote himself to practice and reminding him to be careful. Finally, he handed a large bag of dry food and a pot of water to Yang Jing, saying that he would eat it when he was hungry. The big black also seemed to know that Yang Jing was going far away and circled around him several times. He also sniffed Yang Jing's thighs, as if he wanted to remember Yang Jing's smell.

Yang Jing originally wanted to find an opportunity to find Gu Lian's whereabouts, but Fang Yuan had been staying not far away, so he had to forget it.

This Siwu Cave is located on the black stone cliff. Outside the cave, there is a flat ground less than 20 feet in radius, with messy grass and green pines, and occasionally several unnamed wild flowers poke their heads out of the cracks in the stone. Further out, there are thousands of cliffs, and the clouds below are unfathomable.

The hole of Siwu Cave is not big, and it just can accommodate two people to go in and out side by side. There is a boulder next to the mouth of the cave, which is thought to block the mouth of the cave to protect against the wind and rain. A blue stone tablet that has long lost its edges and corners by the wind and frost is about half tall. It stands on the other side of the entrance of the cave. The dark font silver hook iron on it is written with the word "Thinking", and I don't know which sage's ink.

Looking into the cave through the sunlight, it was quite deep, more than 30 feet away to reach the end. There are stone beds, stone tables, stone chairs and other things for the disciples on the wall to rest. But it seems that these things are all antiques, and I don't know how many years they have been here.

Yang Jing saw that the cave was empty and there was no one outside the cave. He couldn't help but say strangely, "Isn't this Siwu cave recording the experience left by the disciples of the past dynasties? How come no one cares about it? Wouldn't it be bad to be seen by unrelevant people?"

Indifferently, he said, "The whole back mountain is under the care of someone, but you and I can't see him."

Yang Jing suddenly remembered Zeng Shan, whom he met in Bibotan that day. Could it be that he was the person who guarded the mountain behind the forgotten peak?

The real person took Yang Jing into the cave. The sleeve of his robe waved a spark from his fingertips and lit an oil lamp hanging on the top of the cave. The dim yellow light illuminated the things in the cave.

Danyan took out two handwritten brochures from his big sleeve and handed them to Yang Jing, saying, "This is for you to understand. I will teach you once a month."

Yang Jing saw the two books clearly through the light. One is the fourth secret of Cuiwei's nine songs, and the other is the sword score of Bilan's 36 swords. The words on the booklet are neat and upright, restrained and square, which is exactly the handwriting of the indifferent real person.

Yang Jing was quite moved, but he smiled and said, "Old Taoist priest, you don't want me to read and practice calligraphy to exchange this bullshit formula?"

The real person said indifferently, "Is it so wrong for you?"

Yang Jing smiled and said, "If you had told me earlier that I didn't need to read and practice writing to exchange formulas here, I wouldn't have argued with the head and Ji Beard for a long time."

The real man ignored Yang Jing and said, "I'll go back first."

Yang Jing nodded and said that the real person stopped talking and walked to the mouth of the cave. Yang Jing couldn't help shouting, "Old Taoist priest!"

The real person stopped when he heard the words, but did not look back and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Jing was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Don't forget to ask Jieshe to bring me food tomorrow morning. I don't bring much dry food."

The real person nodded and continued to walk out of the cave. Yang Jing's eyes kept staring at the back of the old Taoist priest, and his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything after all.

On the contrary, Fang Yuan suddenly stopped when he walked to the mouth of the cave, turned around slowly, and two clear and simple eyes fell on Yang Jing, and said word by word, "Take care of yourself!"

Yang Jing's throat was so hot that he seemed to be blocked by something. He tried to make a disapproving look and said with a smile, "Don't worry, old monk. No one will quarrel with you in the future, and you have lived a clean life for three years.

After listening to Yang Jing's words, there was no joy or anger on his face, and his long sleeves finally waved his sword.

Yang Jing stood still for a long time before simply packing up the clothes he carried with him. He has lost his mother since he was a child, and he has been used to living alone for a long time. Although he feels a little lonely and boring, there is nothing wrong with it.

Quickly packed up his things, Yang Jing lay down to Shi** and stretched out. As soon as I turned my head, I saw a string of small words engraved horizontally and vertically on the stone wall, as if someone had engraved it with his fingers. He suddenly remembered what Jieshe said and got up and walked around the stone wall in the cave. Sure enough, he found that there were dense stone carvings almost everywhere on the stone wall.

Most of those stone carvings are engraved with fingers, and some are carved with sharp metal. Judging from the handwriting, there are at least 20 people. Some stone carvings sprinkle thousands of words, accounting for several feet of square circle; some stone carvings have song tips, which are only a hundred words short, and even more than a dozen words are printed on the stone wall.

And some of them are all kinds of strange graphic symbols, some of which will be accompanied by text descriptions, and some are lonely with only a few characters that people can't understand. The funniest thing is that Yang Jing actually saw someone writing a line on the stone wall at the end of Siwu Cave: "Zeng Shan came here to urinate." The bottom fell on March 17, 28, which has been more than 130 years since now.

Yang Jing couldn't help but say to himself, "It turns out that this old man Zeng has also stayed here, but I don't know which bullshit he violated?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao will arrive. Yang Jing was "appreciating" Zeng Shan's Mobao when he heard someone shouting happily outside the cave, "Hey, Fang Yuan, are you in there?"

Who is this voice, not Zeng Shan?

Zeng Shan is the most potential secular disciple of the new generation of Shaolin Temple and the eldest brother of the five generations of disciples. Today, Shaolin has no awe-inst masters except for the older generation of strong people, and this 20-year-old secular disciple is enough to reach the level of the eight heroes. Of course, he is also a martial arts competition on the same day. The champion of the conference, and even the unsuspecting champion, now knows that Fang Yuan has accepted such an apprentice through Jieshe, and strictly takes care of him as a seedling to cultivate him, which makes it very mysterious, which makes Zeng Shan, who has been very interested.

"Hey, Uncle Fang Yuan, I'll meet your apprentice." Zeng Shan shouted outside the stone gate.

"Oh, Mi Tuofo, Xiao Zeng, how can you challenge your brother so hastily?" At this time, Fang Yuan happened to come out and said.

"I'm a person who pursues perfection, and now I'm the only one left. Otherwise, some people who are the champion say that I don't have much weight. Among them, the boy said that if the apprentice you teach fights, I will definitely lose, so... You know."

"Okay, I'll compare with you, but I'm going to practice in isolation. You have to wait for me to get out of the customs. At that time, I can only use one hand to deal with you believe it or not?" Yang Jing said loudly inside.

In fact, Yang Jing has also heard of Zeng Shan's dissatisfaction with his arrogance and arrogance. Maybe he can only remember him. Only by defeating himself can he get more opportunities. At that time, he is closer to his goal or even Su Qianyang's goal.

Hearing this, Zeng Shan immediately laughed: "Well, I'm going to see how you beat me with one hand. I'll wait for you for a month. Don't blame me for not giving you face, because you said the harsh words first."

"Well, since your agreement is ready, I can't say. Of course, it's a test for Yang Jing." Fang Yuan also said.

"Hmm!" Zeng Shan brushed his sleeves and left.

Yang Jing secretly smiled in the cave and said, "When I finish practicing Shaolin Qijue, with the help of Elder Su, I will crack this Shaolin Qijue. I will not live up to the help of Elder Su. I will definitely not!"

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