Chapter 667
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Song Qingshu shook his head: "the king of Ming is my good friend, not his hand."
Jiumozhi nods with a smile. He meets Xuancheng and xuzhu in succession. He is no longer arrogant. He knows in his heart that Shaolin crouching tiger, hidden dragon is not something that he can shake alone. It's better to stop when he sees the good. Anyway, he is in the limelight today.
"Song, I think you are deliberately making trouble!" Another xuanzi generation monk could not help but be angry.
"Song just wants to have a chat with all the eminent monks in your temple who know Prajna palm. Is that too much?" Song Qingshu stood up with a negative hand and said lightly.
Xuanci couldn't help frowning: "benefactor song, I can't let the monks of our temple be treated like a prisoner just because of your words." At this moment, he can't help but secretly regret that Shaolin and Wudang have always been hostile. He just heard that Wudang swordsmen had an accident, and he was still a little gloating. If I offered to help investigate this matter just now, it would not only damage Shaolin's prestige, but also sell Wudang a great favor. But now, if I shout out that the person in the temple who can master Prajna palm confronts with the other party, I will inevitably feel soft
Shaolin was disheartened in the previous competitions. At this time, if you agree to the other party's request and spread it to the Jianghu, I'm afraid Shaolin's reputation will be destroyed.
But if not
Xuanci takes a look at Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, and sighs in his heart: if the other party only let me go and Jiu Mozhi, it will make Shaolin chicken and dog uneasy. There is also song Qingshu, who has become famous in recent years, and Zhang Sanfeng, who is unfathomable. How can our temple stop them?
As a matter of fact, there are so many experts in Shaolin that they are not afraid of the four if they want to join us. However, if they are spread to the rivers and lakes, even if Shaolin relies on more to win, it will also lose its reputation.
"Abbot xuanci, where do you say that?" Song Qingshu couldn't help saying, "we just want to ask some questions from the eminent monks in your temple. How can we interrogate them as prisoners?" In fact, if it was something else, he would not be so polite to Shaolin, but it was about song Yuanqiao and others. He couldn't spoil the business because of his personal resentment.
Hearing him say this, xuanci's face just relaxed a little, and his tone also relaxed: "this..."
Zhang Sanfeng also opened his mouth at the right time and said: "I also guarantee with my personality that I will never be rude to the masters of your temple."
"Since Mr. Zhang said that, I can trust him." Xuanci salutes Zhang Sanfeng slightly, and then asks his younger martial brother to call the master of Prajna palm.
During this period, the two sides tacitly didn't mention that jiumozhi's seventy-two skills of Shaolin came from Tianzhu. Song Qingshu didn't want to make Zhang Sanfeng unhappy. Jiumozhi was afraid of xuzhu's little wuxianggong. Shaolin was shocked by jiumozhi's performance, and naturally would not take the initiative to mention it. As for the Song Mountain sect, they wanted to heal Zuo lengchan, Most of the people have escorted him back, leaving only a few to observe the changes in the current situation, and no one has the courage to get involved.
The scene fell into a rare quiet. When Shaolin called the monks of the whole temple, song Qingshu began to make a good inquiry and asked about the whereabouts of these people some time ago.
Prajna palm is the palm technique of the most eminent monk in Shaolin. Therefore, there are not many people who know this palm technique in the whole city. Song Qingshu soon finished the inquiry, but it's a pity that he didn't get any useful information.
"No one else in your temple really understands Prajna palm?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown.
On one side, Xuan Qian suddenly became angry: "song, even elder martial brother, as abbot, condescends to ask you to check. As a result, you are not satisfied. Are you really trying to find fault on purpose?"
Song Qingshu's face turned black when he was rebuked. Before he could speak, Zhang Sanfeng had already spoken first: "don't misunderstand, masters. We are just saving people. At the beginning, I didn't believe that it was the hands of the eminent monks in your temple. Now it's confirmed by both sides, and so it is. But it's true that some of the disciples have won Prajna's palm. I want to ask you one last question. Please don't blame me
Zhang Sanfeng's position in the Wulin is very good now. With his attitude, Shaolin monks have just learned something. Xuanci nodded: "if you ask me, I will tell you what I know."
Seeing that his attitude was completely different, I could not help but sneer: "these bald donkeys were so arrogant that they were beaten by us. They were really honest."
Fortunately, Ren also knew that the matter was serious and deliberately lowered his voice. Only song Qingshu and jiumo Zhizhi around him heard it.
Song Qingshu nodded: "I have heard a great man say before that if we strive for unity through struggle, then the League will keep balance, if we strive for unity through concession, then the League will die. Now that Shaolin is so easy to speak, I would like to thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, younger martial brother." a surprise flashed in jiumozhi's eyes. "I don't know who said that sentence just now? It's a very clear explanation. "
"Master Mao. Xi said it." Song Qingshu can't help but miss the world of his former life. Although he lived a more natural and unrestrained life in this world, there were too many black technologies that could improve the quality of life in his former life. For the rest, the beautiful girls in the super short skirts all over the street look good. The women in this world are all thick ancient clothes. If you want to see a white thigh, you have to peel off other people's clothes, How unreasonable!
"Master Mao, who is Xi?" Hatoyama Chi and Ren I xing looked at each other face to face, and soon pondered in his mind which elder master this was.
While the three were whispering, Zhang Sanfeng asked: "I don't know if the Prajna palm of your temple can be disclosed to outsiders?"
Xuanci turned his eyes to jiumozhi: "the Prajna palm of our temple has never been passed on to the outside world. Originally, I thought there was no danger of leakage. However, when I saw the king of Ming today, I knew that there were outsiders in the world who would know the Prajna palm of our temple."
Xuanci deliberately emphasized the three words of this temple, which obviously made a mockery of jiumozhi's previous claim that these martial arts came from Tianzhu.
Jiumozhi could not help but snort coldly, but he did not refute anything. After all, his plan to subdue Shaolin by force failed. He also knew that all the people present were people of great insight, and it was unnecessary to fight for the benefit of words.
Zhang Sanfeng had doubts for a long time, so he took advantage of the situation and asked: "dare to ask where the Prajna palm of King Ming came from?"
"This is a gift from an old friend of my little monk. As for his name, I'm sorry that it's not convenient for me to disclose it out of friendship." With an apologetic face, jiumozhi saluted Zhang Sanfeng.
"So..." Zhang Sanfeng had always admired the righteous, and he didn't want to force him.
On the contrary, Shaolin monks were excited. Hearing that the unique skill of the temple might spread to the outside world, even xuanci could not sit still. He said in a hurry, "it's taboo to steal the martial arts of other sects in the world. It's also about our unique skill of Shaolin. If the king of Ming says that person's name, Shaolin can let bygones be bygones."
"If I don't, what can you do for me?" Jiumozhi is proud. He is just respectful to Zhang Sanfeng. He is not so polite to Shaolin people.
"You Shaolin monks turned pale one after another. They all tightened their weapons, and the situation on the scene was ready to explode.
"Actually, I should know the identity of that person, but I have one more thing to verify." Song Qingshu took a step forward carelessly, stopped between the two sides, and his eyes floated to the direction of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.
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Song Qingshu shook his head: "the king of Ming is my good friend, not his hand."
Jiumozhi nods with a smile. He meets Xuancheng and xuzhu in succession. He is no longer arrogant. He knows in his heart that Shaolin crouching tiger, hidden dragon is not something that he can shake alone. It's better to stop when he sees the good. Anyway, he is in the limelight today.
"Song, I think you are deliberately making trouble!" Another xuanzi generation monk could not help but be angry.
"Song just wants to have a chat with all the eminent monks in your temple who know Prajna palm. Is that too much?" Song Qingshu stood up with a negative hand and said lightly.
Xuanci couldn't help frowning: "benefactor song, I can't let the monks of our temple be treated like a prisoner just because of your words." At this moment, he can't help but secretly regret that Shaolin and Wudang have always been hostile. He just heard that Wudang swordsmen had an accident, and he was still a little gloating. If I offered to help investigate this matter just now, it would not only damage Shaolin's prestige, but also sell Wudang a great favor. But now, if I shout out that the person in the temple who can master Prajna palm confronts with the other party, I will inevitably feel soft
Shaolin was disheartened in the previous competitions. At this time, if you agree to the other party's request and spread it to the Jianghu, I'm afraid Shaolin's reputation will be destroyed.
But if not
Xuanci takes a look at Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, and sighs in his heart: if the other party only let me go and Jiu Mozhi, it will make Shaolin chicken and dog uneasy. There is also song Qingshu, who has become famous in recent years, and Zhang Sanfeng, who is unfathomable. How can our temple stop them?
As a matter of fact, there are so many experts in Shaolin that they are not afraid of the four if they want to join us. However, if they are spread to the rivers and lakes, even if Shaolin relies on more to win, it will also lose its reputation.
"Abbot xuanci, where do you say that?" Song Qingshu couldn't help saying, "we just want to ask some questions from the eminent monks in your temple. How can we interrogate them as prisoners?" In fact, if it was something else, he would not be so polite to Shaolin, but it was about song Yuanqiao and others. He couldn't spoil the business because of his personal resentment.
Hearing him say this, xuanci's face just relaxed a little, and his tone also relaxed: "this..."
Zhang Sanfeng also opened his mouth at the right time and said: "I also guarantee with my personality that I will never be rude to the masters of your temple."
"Since Mr. Zhang said that, I can trust him." Xuanci salutes Zhang Sanfeng slightly, and then asks his younger martial brother to call the master of Prajna palm.
During this period, the two sides tacitly didn't mention that jiumozhi's seventy-two skills of Shaolin came from Tianzhu. Song Qingshu didn't want to make Zhang Sanfeng unhappy. Jiumozhi was afraid of xuzhu's little wuxianggong. Shaolin was shocked by jiumozhi's performance, and naturally would not take the initiative to mention it. As for the Song Mountain sect, they wanted to heal Zuo lengchan, Most of the people have escorted him back, leaving only a few to observe the changes in the current situation, and no one has the courage to get involved.
The scene fell into a rare quiet. When Shaolin called the monks of the whole temple, song Qingshu began to make a good inquiry and asked about the whereabouts of these people some time ago.
Prajna palm is the palm technique of the most eminent monk in Shaolin. Therefore, there are not many people who know this palm technique in the whole city. Song Qingshu soon finished the inquiry, but it's a pity that he didn't get any useful information.
"No one else in your temple really understands Prajna palm?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown.
On one side, Xuan Qian suddenly became angry: "song, even elder martial brother, as abbot, condescends to ask you to check. As a result, you are not satisfied. Are you really trying to find fault on purpose?"
Song Qingshu's face turned black when he was rebuked. Before he could speak, Zhang Sanfeng had already spoken first: "don't misunderstand, masters. We are just saving people. At the beginning, I didn't believe that it was the hands of the eminent monks in your temple. Now it's confirmed by both sides, and so it is. But it's true that some of the disciples have won Prajna's palm. I want to ask you one last question. Please don't blame me
Zhang Sanfeng's position in the Wulin is very good now. With his attitude, Shaolin monks have just learned something. Xuanci nodded: "if you ask me, I will tell you what I know."
Seeing that his attitude was completely different, I could not help but sneer: "these bald donkeys were so arrogant that they were beaten by us. They were really honest."
Fortunately, Ren also knew that the matter was serious and deliberately lowered his voice. Only song Qingshu and jiumo Zhizhi around him heard it.
Song Qingshu nodded: "I have heard a great man say before that if we strive for unity through struggle, then the League will keep balance, if we strive for unity through concession, then the League will die. Now that Shaolin is so easy to speak, I would like to thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, younger martial brother." a surprise flashed in jiumozhi's eyes. "I don't know who said that sentence just now? It's a very clear explanation. "
"Master Mao. Xi said it." Song Qingshu can't help but miss the world of his former life. Although he lived a more natural and unrestrained life in this world, there were too many black technologies that could improve the quality of life in his former life. For the rest, the beautiful girls in the super short skirts all over the street look good. The women in this world are all thick ancient clothes. If you want to see a white thigh, you have to peel off other people's clothes, How unreasonable!
"Master Mao, who is Xi?" Hatoyama Chi and Ren I xing looked at each other face to face, and soon pondered in his mind which elder master this was.
While the three were whispering, Zhang Sanfeng asked: "I don't know if the Prajna palm of your temple can be disclosed to outsiders?"
Xuanci turned his eyes to jiumozhi: "the Prajna palm of our temple has never been passed on to the outside world. Originally, I thought there was no danger of leakage. However, when I saw the king of Ming today, I knew that there were outsiders in the world who would know the Prajna palm of our temple."
Xuanci deliberately emphasized the three words of this temple, which obviously made a mockery of jiumozhi's previous claim that these martial arts came from Tianzhu.
Jiumozhi could not help but snort coldly, but he did not refute anything. After all, his plan to subdue Shaolin by force failed. He also knew that all the people present were people of great insight, and it was unnecessary to fight for the benefit of words.
Zhang Sanfeng had doubts for a long time, so he took advantage of the situation and asked: "dare to ask where the Prajna palm of King Ming came from?"
"This is a gift from an old friend of my little monk. As for his name, I'm sorry that it's not convenient for me to disclose it out of friendship." With an apologetic face, jiumozhi saluted Zhang Sanfeng.
"So..." Zhang Sanfeng had always admired the righteous, and he didn't want to force him.
On the contrary, Shaolin monks were excited. Hearing that the unique skill of the temple might spread to the outside world, even xuanci could not sit still. He said in a hurry, "it's taboo to steal the martial arts of other sects in the world. It's also about our unique skill of Shaolin. If the king of Ming says that person's name, Shaolin can let bygones be bygones."
"If I don't, what can you do for me?" Jiumozhi is proud. He is just respectful to Zhang Sanfeng. He is not so polite to Shaolin people.
"You Shaolin monks turned pale one after another. They all tightened their weapons, and the situation on the scene was ready to explode.
"Actually, I should know the identity of that person, but I have one more thing to verify." Song Qingshu took a step forward carelessly, stopped between the two sides, and his eyes floated to the direction of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.
Song Qingshu shook his head: "the king of Ming is my good friend, not his hand."Jiumozhi nods with a smile. He meets Xuancheng and xuzhu in succession. He is no longer arrogant. He knows in his heart that Shaolin crouching tiger, hidden dragon is not something that he can shake alone. It's better to stop when he sees the good. Anyway, he is in the limelight today."Song, I think you are deliberately making trouble!" Another xuanzi generation monk could not help but be angry."Song just wants to have a chat with all the eminent monks in your temple who know Prajna palm. Is that too much?" Song Qingshu stood up with a negative hand and said lightly.Xuanci couldn't help frowning: "benefactor song, I can't let the monks of our temple be treated like a prisoner just because of your words." At this moment, he can't help but secretly regret that Shaolin and Wudang have always been hostile. He just heard that Wudang swordsmen had an accident, and he was still a little gloating. If I offered to help investigate this matter just now, it would not only damage Shaolin's prestige, but also sell Wudang a great favor. But now, if I shout out that the person in the temple who can master Prajna palm confronts with the other party, I will inevitably feel softShaolin was disheartened in the previous competitions. At this time, if you agree to the other party's request and spread it to the Jianghu, I'm afraid Shaolin's reputation will be destroyed.But if notXuanci takes a look at Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, and sighs in his heart: if the other party only let me go and Jiu Mozhi, it will make Shaolin chicken and dog uneasy. There is also song Qingshu, who has become famous in recent years, and Zhang Sanfeng, who is unfathomable. How can our temple stop them?As a matter of fact, there are so many experts in Shaolin that they are not afraid of the four if they want to join us. However, if they are spread to the rivers and lakes, even if Shaolin relies on more to win, it will also lose its reputation."Abbot xuanci, where do you say that?" Song Qingshu couldn't help saying, "we just want to ask some questions from the eminent monks in your temple. How can we interrogate them as prisoners?" In fact, if it was something else, he would not be so polite to Shaolin, but it was about song Yuanqiao and others. He couldn't spoil the business because of his personal resentment.Hearing him say this, xuanci's face just relaxed a little, and his tone also relaxed: "this..."Zhang Sanfeng also opened his mouth at the right time and said: "I also guarantee with my personality that I will never be rude to the masters of your temple.""Since Mr. Zhang said that, I can trust him." Xuanci salutes Zhang Sanfeng slightly, and then asks his younger martial brother to call the master of Prajna palm.During this period, the two sides tacitly didn't mention that jiumozhi's seventy-two skills of Shaolin came from Tianzhu. Song Qingshu didn't want to make Zhang Sanfeng unhappy. Jiumozhi was afraid of xuzhu's little wuxianggong. Shaolin was shocked by jiumozhi's performance, and naturally would not take the initiative to mention it. As for the Song Mountain sect, they wanted to heal Zuo lengchan, Most of the people have escorted him back, leaving only a few to observe the changes in the current situation, and no one has the courage to get involved.The scene fell into a rare quiet. When Shaolin called the monks of the whole temple, song Qingshu began to make a good inquiry and asked about the whereabouts of these people some time ago.Prajna palm is the palm technique of the most eminent monk in Shaolin. Therefore, there are not many people who know this palm technique in the whole city. Song Qingshu soon finished the inquiry, but it's a pity that he didn't get any useful information."No one else in your temple really understands Prajna palm?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown.On one side, Xuan Qian suddenly became angry: "song, even elder martial brother, as abbot, condescends to ask you to check. As a result, you are not satisfied. Are you really trying to find fault on purpose?"Song Qingshu's face turned black when he was rebuked. Before he could speak, Zhang Sanfeng had already spoken first: "don't misunderstand, masters. We are just saving people. At the beginning, I didn't believe that it was the hands of the eminent monks in your temple. Now it's confirmed by both sides, and so it is. But it's true that some of the disciples have won Prajna's palm. I want to ask you one last question. Please don't blame meZhang Sanfeng's position in the Wulin is very good now. With his attitude, Shaolin monks have just learned something. Xuanci nodded: "if you ask me, I will tell you what I know."Seeing that his attitude was completely different, I could not help but sneer: "these bald donkeys were so arrogant that they were beaten by us. They were really honest."Fortunately, Ren also knew that the matter was serious and deliberately lowered his voice. Only song Qingshu and jiumo Zhizhi around him heard it.Song Qingshu nodded: "I have heard a great man say before that if we strive for unity through struggle, then the League will keep balance, if we strive for unity through concession, then the League will die. Now that Shaolin is so easy to speak, I would like to thank you for your help.""You're welcome, younger martial brother." a surprise flashed in jiumozhi's eyes. "I don't know who said that sentence just now? It's a very clear explanation. ""Master Mao. Xi said it." Song Qingshu can't help but miss the world of his former life. Although he lived a more natural and unrestrained life in this world, there were too many black technologies that could improve the quality of life in his former life. For the rest, the beautiful girls in the super short skirts all over the street look good. The women in this world are all thick ancient clothes. If you want to see a white thigh, you have to peel off other people's clothes, How unreasonable!"Master Mao, who is Xi?" Hatoyama Chi and Ren I xing looked at each other face to face, and soon pondered in his mind which elder master this was.While the three were whispering, Zhang Sanfeng asked: "I don't know if the Prajna palm of your temple can be disclosed to outsiders?"Xuanci turned his eyes to jiumozhi: "the Prajna palm of our temple has never been passed on to the outside world. Originally, I thought there was no danger of leakage. However, when I saw the king of Ming today, I knew that there were outsiders in the world who would know the Prajna palm of our temple."Xuanci deliberately emphasized the three words of this temple, which obviously made a mockery of jiumozhi's previous claim that these martial arts came from Tianzhu.Jiumozhi could not help but snort coldly, but he did not refute anything. After all, his plan to subdue Shaolin by force failed. He also knew that all the people present were people of great insight, and it was unnecessary to fight for the benefit of words.Zhang Sanfeng had doubts for a long time, so he took advantage of the situation and asked: "dare to ask where the Prajna palm of King Ming came from?""This is a gift from an old friend of my little monk. As for his name, I'm sorry that it's not convenient for me to disclose it out of friendship." With an apologetic face, jiumozhi saluted Zhang Sanfeng."So..." Zhang Sanfeng had always admired the righteous, and he didn't want to force him.On the contrary, Shaolin monks were excited. Hearing that the unique skill of the temple might spread to the outside world, even xuanci could not sit still. He said in a hurry, "it's taboo to steal the martial arts of other sects in the world. It's also about our unique skill of Shaolin. If the king of Ming says that person's name, Shaolin can let bygones be bygones.""If I don't, what can you do for me?" Jiumozhi is proud. He is just respectful to Zhang Sanfeng. He is not so polite to Shaolin people."You Shaolin monks turned pale one after another. They all tightened their weapons, and the situation on the scene was ready to explode."Actually, I should know the identity of that person, but I have one more thing to verify." Song Qingshu took a step forward carelessly, stopped between the two sides, and his eyes floated to the direction of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.
