Nangong Xue was concentrating on defending against the enemy on one side, but she was also paying attention to the situation on both sides. Right now she was fighting one against two, while her martial brother was fighting one against three. They were more or less evenly matched, so much so that her side had a slight advantage. In this situation, if they sent one of their disciples back to the temple to call for reinforcements, the difference in their strength would increase. As long as they increased their attacks, they would be able to take them down in one fell swoop.
The other side had also thought this through, so they wouldn't leave their martial brother alone and in a disadvantageous position. If this continued, they would still be able to win. The situation was still within their control. No matter what the other side's tactics were, their side would always be in an invincible position. Thinking about it, they were in a very good mood. Her attacks were even more smooth. She saw that the other side's stances were steady, so she took a light and graceful stance, using the "Chaotic Flowers to Confuse the Eyes" style. This stance seemed to be able to defend against the attack on the left side, while borrowing the momentum from the bottom to the top to attack the opponent on the right side at the same time. This forced the two people to be flustered, and even their remaining advantage in strength was no longer there.
After fighting for a few more rounds, Nangong Xue had a good grasp of the enemy's movements. It was just a set of stick techniques repeated over and over again. After seeing the same stance several times, she already had a countermeasure. Her sword struck the two people's lower bodies horizontally. The other side used offense as defense, their wooden sticks were pushed towards her face. Nangong Xue flipped her wrist, the tip of her sword was sandwiched between two wooden sticks. The sword was slightly bent by the two forces. Nangong Xue looked anxious. Seeing this, the two people were very complacent and increased their strength.
Nangong Xue suddenly smiled coldly and let go of the sword hilt. Borrowing the force from the previous rebound, the sword suddenly swept out from below, still shooting upwards and heavily striking the lower jaw of one of the people in front of her. That person was hit so hard that he saw stars. He bit his tongue and fell on his back. Nangong Xue raised her arm to press down the remaining wooden stick. She took the opportunity to swing her fist and hit the other disciple so hard that his nose bled and he fell to the ground. Nangong Xue picked up his sword and went to help his Senior Martial Brother.
Shaolin disciples were known for their steady internal energy, the "Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture". The strength of their moves was very vigorous. Li Yijie was at a disadvantage here. It was inconvenient for him to use his internal energy, so he could only fight with exquisite moves. However, the two men were using short sticks to protect their bodies, so it was difficult for him to attack. The two of them defended well, they could attack from any direction, so Nangong Xue could not join the battle. It was expected that those who left the arena first would not be able to keep their composure. Instead, most of them were people with low martial art skill. The remaining three who were a notch more skillful chose to attack their martial brother. Feeling helpless, they had no choice but to raise their swords and stab his back.
The sword's cold Qi was oppressive. The disciple immediately sensed it, but he didn't need to use his staff to block it. He only held the staff in his right hand like an expert, while his left hand moved behind his back, using his palm strength to block the attack. Nangong Xue didn't know whether his internal energy was real or fake, but she didn't dare to take the risk. She had no choice but to dodge to the side. Li Yijie saw that his Junior Martial Sister was in danger, his anger grew. He swung his sword in front of him a few times, and then he found a gap and stabbed toward the disciple's chest.
The five of them were engaged in a fierce battle. Suddenly one of them blocked the attack with his short stick. He leaped back a big step and called out, "Stop! Everybody stop! "Nangong Xue coldly snorted and said," What, are you willing to admit defeat? "Her sword was still aimed at the enemy's vital point.
That person said, "This … this is the sound of the drum and bell that our Temple summons all disciples to gather in front of the Hall of Great Strength!" Everybody stopped fighting and listened carefully. Indeed, there was the sound of 'dang dang dang, dang dang dang' coming from the distance.
Usually, unless there was an extremely urgent matter, the Temple would not summon all disciples at once. Moreover, the rhythm of the drum clearly indicated that an enemy was about to attack. Even if it was a powerful enemy that even their Shifu and Shishu could not defeat, the man and woman in front of them had not entered the Temple, so the disciples on the two towers of the drum and bell would not have received the news in advance. Could it be that these two were trying to deceive the public while the real enemy had already infiltrated the Temple? If they wanted to settle the score afterwards, the four of them would have committed a great sin.
Li Yijie anxiously said, "Not good, even if we rush, don't tell me that Jiang Liechen is one step ahead of us? Shifu, let's quickly go to the Hall of Great Strength. Let's fight the evil cult's devil together. Let's not talk about inside and outside! "" Most likely they are your accomplices, "the disciple said," Why are you pretending to be good people? " Nangong Xue fiercely pushed him and angrily said, "Shaolin Temple has a powerful enemy, but you are greedy for life and afraid of death. You don't dare to go in and help. What about Shaolin's safety? Don't be wishy-washy right now, quickly go and help your Shifu. Go! "
The disciple called out, "You … you divided into two groups, attacking from the inside and the outside. This … this …" Nangong Xue angrily said, "What this? Even if you block us, there are still powerful enemies attacking the Temple. If they wanted to steal the treasure, they would have already done so. It doesn't matter if we don't go in! My Shixiong and I have good intentions in coming here to meddle in your muddy water, don't fail to appreciate our kindness! Quickly go! "
The several disciples showered her with curses. They were already scared, but now they were stunned by the curses. They only knew to run after the disciple in front of them, not caring whether these two were friends or foes. While running halfway, they suddenly thought, "If they are really bandits who came to invade the Temple, these two won't be able to do anything. There are many masters in the Temple, if they insist on coming in, they will be walking right into a trap." Thinking that their Shifu would be able to punish these two little thieves and avenge the humiliation of losing, they were very happy, so they quickened their pace.
By the time they reached the front of the hall, the open space was already filled with monks. Even the lowliest monks, the monks who usually swept the floor, chopped firewood, and carried manure were also there. The seven of them arrived, but they were the last to arrive.
Standing in front of the group was a monk with a solemn face, about thirty years old; he had been waiting impatiently for a long time. With a stern face he reprimanded them, "Haven't I always warned you that as soon as you hear the bell and drum, no matter when or where, if you have any unfinished business on hand, you must leave everything behind and gather here within the time it takes a stick of incense to burn? How can you be this slow? Since this is your first offense, next time you will be severely punished! "The five of them were very submissive; they cast a reproachful look toward Li Yijie and Nangong Xue. The monk saw these two unfamiliar faces, so he also looked at them and said, "Who are you? Who allowed you to enter the Temple without permission? "
Li Yijie recognized the monk; he was Shou Zhen, the eldest disciple of the 'Shou' generation. He often followed his Shifu Tong Zhi Reverend. His ability to handle affairs was very strong, so his Shifu was very fond of him. In the Wulin world, he was quite famous. He stepped forward and said, "Shou Zhen Shixiong, I am Li Yijie of Huashan." Shou Zhen was startled; he sized him up carefully and said, "Meng Zhu? You … "Apparently he had a bellyful of questions. Li Yijie hastily patted his shoulder and said, "Whatever it is, let's walk and talk. It's more important to help your Shifu and the others!"
Shou Zhen looked at Li Yijie's expression and realized that Li Yijie was several times more anxious about the Shaolin Temple's affairs than he, a genuine Shaolin disciple, was a bit confused, but it was inappropriate for him to ask in detail. He waved his hand behind him, and then said to Li Yijie, "They are in the side hall behind the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Let's go quickly!" The rest of the disciples were not slow either; they followed closely behind, no one was left behind.
"Meng Zhu," Shou Zhen said, "You haven't told me, why did you come to our Shaolin Temple?" His internal energy cultivation was profound, although he was running with all his strength, he did not gasp for breath at all. Li Yijie did not answer but asked first, "Shou Zhen Shixiong … you won't blame me for meddling in other people's business, will you?" With a hollow laugh Shou Zhen said, "What are you talking about? You are the Meng Zhu of our righteous Wulin world, you have great power in your hands, you can manage everything in the world. Shaolin is one of your subordinates, we are grateful to you for upholding justice and helping us, how can we blame you? "
"That's right," Li Yijie said, "I wonder what kind of powerful enemy Shaolin Temple has encountered? Can you tell us the truth? " Shou Zhen said, "I have to start from the beginning … today is the day of our Shaolin's great funeral. Our humble Temple's Abbot Tong Chan Dashi … has passed away!" Li Yijie was shocked, "Dashi's Buddhist doctrine is profound, how could he pass away suddenly? Could it be … could it be that he was killed by thieves? "He felt his hands and feet were ice-cold, as if Tong Chan's death was his own fault. Shou Zhen was silent and did not answer, but looking at his expression, it seemed like he was silently agreeing.
Li Yijie was grieving, but a burst of anger welled up in his heart. "Don't Shaolin Temple have a lot of martial art masters?" He asked, "How did they guard the gate? How could they let the enemy attack all the way up the mountain? Just now they were still unable to distinguish right from wrong, they forcefully blocked my way and did not let me go … "" No, "Shou Zhen said," Meng Zhu, you have misunderstood them. Letting the thieves go up the mountain was … was Fangzhang Dashi's order … "" What? "Li Yijie angrily asked.
"Please don't be angry," Shou Zhen said, "Fangzhang Dashi is an expert in the study of Buddhist doctrine, his heart is just like Buddha's benevolence. He wanted to do his part by sacrificing his own life to convert the devil, to return peace to the common people of the world; therefore, he would rather break the rule of his own closed-door training for many years … He ordered his disciples to withdraw temporarily, so that the enemy could enter the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion smoothly, to flip through the Buddhist scriptures, to be enlightened, to renounce evil and turn to good … We all advised Fangzhang not to make a bet with human nature. If that devil could change his mind, the sun would rise from the west … "
With a cold laugh Li Yijie said, "Read Buddhist scriptures? That devil can also read Buddhist scriptures? They are here to seize the San Xin Po! "" Meng Zhu, "Shou Zhen said," You also know about the San Xin Po? It is one of the Seven Evils of the Ancient Times. Because its name is not resounding, nobody has ever come to snatch it, so we can still live some peaceful days. But this time … this treasure has always been under Fangzhang Dashi's care. Now that he … has passed away … it must have fallen into that thief's hands. "
"That's right," Li Yijie said, "We must not let him go down the mountain. At the same time, we must wait for an opportunity to seize the San Xin Po. When you went to the clock tower, what was the situation there? "With a bitter laugh Shou Zhen said," Not good. The only one who came out to fight was a Nu Shizhu. My Shishu led people to surround the side hall and the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, confronting her. At the moment, they cannot escape, but we cannot attack either. "
Before Li Yijie could answer, Nangong Xue was the first to hear. She angrily said, "How can this be? You have many people, how can you be afraid of a woman? Don't tell me you are looking for an excuse to not dare to attack? Do you still want to avenge Tongchan Dashi? "With a bitter laugh Shou Zhen said," You misunderstand, Nangong Shimei. You don't understand the complexity of the situation. Although that witch is only one person, there is no need to be afraid of her. But the sword she is holding is very difficult to deal with. With just a light wave, a powerful sword aura will attack us. Against her … we can't even get close to her, how can we subdue her? "
Li Yijie was shocked, "The Afterimage Sword! Is it that witch? Is she wearing a black veil to cover her face? Jiang Liechen must be with her? Is he hiding in that side hall? " "She is indeed wearing a veil," Shou Zhen said, "I heard recently there is a witch with a treasured sword going around the major sects to kill people. Is that her?"
"Exactly," Li Yijie said, "She is. Actually, her martial art skill is not that good. Her Afterimage Sword is formidable, but none of us can get close to her. Everybody suffered under her hands, all because of that treasured sword. I won't hide it from Shixiong, I have been searching everywhere, even publicizing the whereabouts of the Demanding Life Chop, just to lure these two people out. Their guts are not small, unexpectedly they dared to flee to Shaolin Temple. It just so happened that I ran into them. This is really wearing out iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to find it by chance … "
Suddenly he remembered that these two people did not come to Shaolin to enjoy the scenery, but because of the cloth on the arrow. Then it could not be considered a coincidence. But all the heroes of each sect were sent out, yet they could not find their whereabouts. How could the person who shot the arrow know? Who was he? If he had the intention to help, why did he not show up?
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