Qiao Ning no longer has a desire for Shaolin Temple. Apart from not seeing the Yijin Jing, he has obtained all the 72 superb skills of Shaolin Temple, and has transformed into his own martial arts, compiling and usurping the Beggar Martial God Book and the Qiao Family Martial Arts.

He did not have the idea of ​​seeing his master Xuan Ku. Although Xuan Ku was his teacher and Qiao Feng, as he was at this time, if he had seen Xuan Ku, he would have caused trouble for this teacher.

Even if he didn't go to find Xuanku, he was afraid that the Song Dynasty court would make things difficult for Shaolin. Unfortunately, Qiao Ning had sent people many times, hoping that his master Xuanku would come to the Qiao Dynasty to preach Buddhism, but Xuanku refused.

Qiao Ning had no choice but to invite a few other monks of the Xuan generation to open a Shaolin lower courtyard within the territory of the Qiao Dynasty, and gave a lot of preferential treatment, which was better than other sects.

After Qiao Ning sneaked into Shaolin Temple, he went straight to the Sutra Library. Although he had not returned to Shaolin Temple for more than ten years, he had a deeper understanding of Shaolin Temple. With his means, he had long bribed some of the monks from Shaolin Temple to inquire about the news in the temple for him.

As soon as Qiao Ning stepped into the mailbox where the sweeping monk lived, he heard a low voice and asked faintly: "You have now reached the realm of seeking the way of heaven, which really surprised me. After that day, I thought I would never see you again. Unexpectedly, after just ten years, your entry was so fast that I could not imagine."

Qiao Ning concentrated slightly and bowed slightly. Facing the largest boss in the Tianlong world, he did not dare to be rude at all.

The sweeping monk looked older, weak, and seemed to lose both energy and blood, but Qiao Ning would never dare to underestimate this old monk. Even if his martial arts skills have reached the peak of this world, he would not dare to say that he could beat this old monk who might be able to live in a few days.

The sweeping monk sighed and said, "Forget it, forgot! Since you have reached this level, I will tell you about the experiences I have experienced over the years. Anyway, there is no third person in this world who can reach this level again. Even if I don't tell you, you will sooner or later understand them."

The sweeping monk waved his hand and sat cross-legged on the ground casually. Qiao Ning also sat cross-legged in front of him. The sweeping monk smiled slightly and slapped it out with a light palm. This palm was light, like a fallen leaf.

Qiao Ning frowned slightly, and suddenly felt an extremely dangerous and terrible feeling. The palm of the sweeping monk directly cut off something between heaven and earth, leaving him with no way to fight back.

Qiao Ning didn't know what the sweeping monk did. The power of this palm was actually just average. No matter how it was used to show it, it would be shocking, or it would fly sand and stones, or it contained infinite power, or it would be like a light palm, or it would not even have nothing. It was just a look, and there was no need to have the look of the eyes. The power of this palm would not decrease at all.

This palm has exceeded the scope of martial arts, reaching a certain indescribable way of heaven. Qiao Ning stared blankly at the move that hit him, but there was no way to fight back, resist, or avoid...

The sweeping monk smiled slightly, withdrew his palm and said lightly: "Have you understood it?"

The Sweeping Monk's palm did not contain any internal force, so for Qiao Ning, it was just a gentle whip and he was not injured. However, this palm seemed to open a new world for him, allowing Qiao Ning to see another world. He lowered his head slightly, put his hands together, and said in conscientiously: "Thank you for the old Zen master's advice, Qiao Ning has realized it."

The sweeping monk smiled slightly, silent. He also knew that Qiao Ning was only a threshold. He could understand it by pointing it out by himself. The nameless monk suddenly said, "I have been in the sea of ​​suffering for a hundred years, and occasionally looked at Lingshan from afar. Now I have no worries in my heart, but I have cut off the mortal fetus and illusions."

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, and after a moment, his nostrils drooped, and he sat and melted.

Qiao Ning sighed, flipped it around casually, picked up the remains of the sweeping monk, used his light skills, and quietly left Shaolin Temple.

After leaving Shaolin Temple, he contacted the disciples of the Beggars' Gang nearby, got a big cart, and transported the remains of the sweeping monk back to the Qiao Dynasty. In the future, it will be placed in the Pope's Hall and sealed so that the younger disciples can admire them.

After doing this, Qiao Ning suddenly felt empty in his heart. He seemed to have something to give advice to him. He let him go all the way south and soon arrived in Suzhou. Only then did he wake up and not enter the city, but head straight to Yanziwu of the Murong family.

Since Murong Bo was killed by him, as the top leader of the Beggar Gang, Murong Fu has been almost vacant as a senior member of the Murong family, and only a few Murong family servants take care of him every day.

Qiao Ning would not invade other people's property, so this house is still under the name of the Murong family, and he has never had any idea.

But after the guidance of the sweeping monk, Qiao Ning couldn't help but think about it when he looked at the house. With his martial arts, he broke into Shaolin Temple and took the sweeping monk's remains and left calmly. No one noticed it. What's more, there is no master in the Murong family now, and even a few generals are following Murong Fu's side, so Qiao Ning easily broke into Yanziwu, and no one could find it along the way.

After traveling for a while, Qiao Ning saw the Murong family's collection of books, Huanshi Shui Pavilion, and couldn't help but smile. Because all the martial arts secrets in this arsenal had been copied and left. Although the books in it were still the same, it had long lost any value to him.

Qiao Ning didn't go in and returned to Shishui Pavilion. She was walking outside for a while, and suddenly she heard a whisper. When he looked back, he saw a very beautiful girl, who was walking slowly with a sad face, with two maids with their own characteristics, chatting around him.

Qiao Ning was slightly stunned and suddenly realized that when he arrived at the Tianlong World, he had never cared about the women in this world. He just studied martial arts blindly. Only at this time did he have the opportunity to see Wang Yuyan, the number one beautiful girl in the Tianlong World and two famous maids from the Murong family.

Qiao Ning thought a little, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Ruan Xingzhu is now his wife's power, so where is Ah Zhu? In other words, these two maids should have other people.

Qiao Ning brushed his sleeves and said, "He didn't want to meet these women." He was about to avoid them when he suddenly heard a clear roar and a green shadow came, and the sword energy soared into the sky. He obviously had discovered him long ago and was eager to come to save people."

Qiao Ning never expected that he would meet this man in green here. He frowned slightly and shouted in a low voice: "Everyone has seen each other twice, what's the point of hiding his head and showing his tail like this?"

Qiao Ning took a random round and took a photo of the unparalleled Kang Long with regrets.
Chapter completed!