The river water is slightly, and the aftermath is rippling.

The sunset is extremely beautiful, but it is almost dusk.

Outside Xiayang Prefecture, a small tributary flowing into the river, and a raft of bamboos drifted along the water.

An old man sat alone on the bamboo tray, wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, fishing in the river.

The sky above Xiayang Mansion in the distance was covered with yellow wind, the sky was dim and the earth was dark. After a while, the rumbling sound finally disappeared in a bright light.

The old man tidied up his straw raincoat, sighed slightly, and murmured to himself while packing the fishing rod: "It's OK to collect it, it's OK to collect it, it's OK to collect it, it's OK to collect it, and you can see the sunset early, so why bother to find your own suffering and troubles, and live happily until you are old?"

A Buddha's yelled.

"Haha, my brother is so free and comfortable. He enjoys the beautiful sunset here and sits here and watches the wind and clouds change color."

The sound of waves was heard, and a round monk with a belly of ten feet was wearing a snow-white cassock and a palm-leaf fan under his feet, approaching quickly like a small boat breaking through the waves.

Hurry!

The monk paused, and he and his palm fan came to the bamboo raft together. The palm fan was already in his hand, and he shook it.

It is Zhu Wusheng, the "Maitreya" who has never appeared.

With the palm fan blocking his forehead, Zhu Wusheng forgot the Xiayang Mansion, which was changing with the wind and clouds, and smiled and said slowly: "Old Fu is good at this skill, but it's a pity that the yin energy is too heavy. The road of heaven and earth, the sun and moon alternate, and the yin and yang are reciprocating. As the saying goes, the lonely yin does not grow, and the yang does not grow alone. This [Huangtian Wuji Great Technique] seems to be extremely powerful, but it is ultimately inferior. It is concentrated and broken in one fell swoop."

Zhu Wusheng talked to himself, a great master.

But the old fisherman seemed to have never heard of it, and still packed up his fishing gear and fiddled with the bamboo basket containing fish in his hand.

"Well, three river crucian carp and one white carp, there are some wine and food for evening meals."

The old fisherman happily packed up the bamboo basket, raised his head slightly, revealing a kind face like a fairy-like bone. If Shen Chu'er were here, she would have discovered that this old man was the old hermit who saved her life in the canyon and passed on her skills.

Zhu Wusheng's eyebrows pounded, his face was gloomy, and his big palm fan in his hand was even faster, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Brother Ning, you have learned to pretend to be crazy and stupid after not seeing you for many years? Humph, I have already heard that you had lost all your martial arts in that battle two hundred years ago. Could it be that when I saw me today, I still want to get away with it?"

"Oh, this Buddha, are you talking to the little old man?" After releasing the Buddha, he found Zhu Wusheng who had been standing for a long time. The old fisherman glanced at him dizzyly and shook his head and said, "I'm old and I'm slow to react. Please forgive me!"

Zhu Wusheng narrowed his eyes and said in a silence: "Ning Zhongliu, Lord Buddha, I am not here to make friends with you, but to send you back to the West."

After saying that, a single palm stood up and the blazing light gathered instantly.

"Ning Zhongliu? It turns out that my name is Ning Zhongliu... Old, I'm old, I don't have a good memory." The old fisherman scratched his head in surprise, looked at Zhu Wusheng's unrivalled single palm, blinked his eyes, and said, "Hey, what a dazzling light... It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Zhu Wusheng smiled coldly, "What a pity? It's a pity that you, a leader of the 200-year-old, have no one collected your body for you until you die?"

The old fisherman shrugged. "What are you afraid of when he dies? I'm sorry for you. The great Buddhist kung fu is to learn other people's Tantric martial arts in an unconventional way..." He looked up at Zhu Wusheng, and the old fisherman asked with a smile: "Master, do you think the Mingmen acupoint hurts very much when you sleep at night?"

call out.

Zhu Wusheng was slightly stunned and hesitated: "What do you mean?"

The old fisherman tsk again and sighed: "Master, after each exercise, do you have to adjust your breath for another two hours? Moreover, the tip of your tail is faintly sore. When it is severe, the spine is numb and swollen, and the meridians in the whole body are sore and itchy?"

The blazing light on his palm suddenly stopped, Zhu Wusheng's face turned pale, and he shouted: "Ning Zhongliu, how could you know?"

well.

Ning Zhongliu sighed a long time, sat slowly on the bamboo raft, and said in a leisurely manner: "Although [True Vacuum and Pure Lotus Qi] is a tributary of the evil sect, it also originates from the Buddhist sect. This uses the masculinity of the Buddhist sect to condense the 'sun true fire'. It is originally the way of meridians, but it also lacks the true yin in the yang energy. But you should not use the [Vimoyega Great Joy] of Tantric Buddhism to obtain the true yin. The unique skills of Tantric Buddhism are based on the seven chakras, and are not the same system as the meridians in the Central Plains martial arts world. You can barely do it, but it seems to be wishful, but in fact it is secretly conflicted, and it has already damaged the Du meridian, which is a big mistake."

Ning Zhongliu's words were immediately scared Zhu Wusheng to the point of suspicion.

"Nonsense." Zhu Wusheng was calm and said unyieldingly: "Master Buddha, I am talented and intelligent. I use stones from other mountains to attack jade. The 'Sun True Fire' is unparalleled in the world. Ning Zhongliu, hehe, I think you are jealous, right?"

After saying that, rubbed his palms and his hands were filled with blazing sun fire.

Ning Zhongliu lamented and said a long voice: "What a pity, it's a pity. God is jealous of talent, and God is jealous of talent. The more you use the yang fire, the easier it will be. Seeing that you are so prosperous at this time, I'm afraid you can't fall asleep every night, and your whole body is hot and itchy, just like ten thousand ants eating bodies!"

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Zhu Wusheng instantly stopped the "Sun True Fire" with an extremely ugly face and shouted: "Why...I...What should I do?"

Ning Zhongliu smiled slightly and said, "Stop your yang fire. There is also a way to replenish it. I heard that the yin body is used to help the exercises. If you want a little true yin in the yang energy, why bother to seek the distance..."

Zhu Wusheng's face changed several times, and he wanted to test it several times, but he didn't dare to take action.

The other party's eyesight was really scary, and in his investigation, although Ning Zhongliu was as different as an ordinary person, he gave him a vague illusion from beginning to end, making him unable to determine where his true position was. Whenever he wanted to take action, he felt that he might have a single move.

Too scary.

Zhu Wusheng lost his mind and showed his intention to retreat.

"Why are you helping me?" Zhu Wusheng asked last.

"I'm old." Ning Zhongliu smiled, looked at the setting sun, and said calmly: "The people of the same generation are gradually withering. Whether it is friends or enemies, how many people in the world can accompany me to discuss the principles of martial arts... Buddha, the last step of breaking the void is extremely difficult, you, don't let me down!"

While speaking, Ning Zhongliu looked up at Zhu Wusheng and looked indifferently.

ah!?

In an instant, Zhu Wusheng almost felt a bone-broken murderous intent. The fatal palm of the Buddha was already in front of him. In the face of danger, he suddenly lifted the Qi and suddenly retreated wildly!

call--

A violent speed plowed out a ripples on the river surface, and the waves soared into the sky poured toward both sides.

When Zhu Wusheng stood on the river again, he realized that Ning Zhongliu looked lazy and stood firmly in place without moving at all.

Zhu Wusheng's cold sweat instantly soaked his robes.

"Thank you, Master Buddha, for sending you off." Ning Zhongliu smiled and waved his hand, allowing the bamboo raft to leave with the waves.
Chapter completed!