Chapter 982 Tongtian Staff Technique, Cold Wind

Chapter 982: Tongtian Stick Technique, Cold Wind

The collection in Dalin Temple was indeed... powerful. Although there were not many boxing manuals, sword manuals, and bāng techniques, they were all exquisite. At least Zhangǎohuā had never heard of them. He searched for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on The booklet on the top of the bookshelf called "Tongtian Stick Technique" is actually nothing special. It's just that Zhang ǎohuā felt that he had read "Qi Lian Tian Xia" before and had recently read "Sword Acting Tian Xia". He was very interested in this "Heaven". Out of curiosity, the bookshelf is so high that even Zhang ǎohuā’s tall and thin figure can barely reach it, and the dust on the booklet also shows that few people read this secret book.

Doesn’t Zhang ǎohuā like to find things that others don’t want?

Island>Novel www.zuzud; "Haha, don't blame me. This bookshelf is really high. The poor monk has a limited height, so it is inconvenient to reach it." The monk saw the dust on the book and explained shyly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zhang ǎohuā smiled and waved his hand.

"Donor, please come here." The monk said coquettishly, stretched out his hand to invite Zhang ǎohuā to come to the futon in the corner, pointed at the futon and said: "This is where the disciples learn the secret book. The benefactor cannot take this book out of the Sutra Pavilion. Donor Just meditate here.”

"Okay." Zhangǎohuā sat cross-legged. The monk saluted and left.

Zhang ǎohuā opened the "Tongtian Stick Technique" and saw that every move of this stick technique was recorded in it, which was extremely clear. However, when Zhang ǎohuā read it attentively for a while, he felt disappointed. Although this stick technique was It is magical, but it is also relatively speaking. If it is an ordinary person in the world, it may be like finding a treasure, but for Zhang ǎohuā... it is really worthless but useless.

"Alas" Zhangǎohuā sighed and was about to close the secret book when suddenly a soft voice sounded in his ears: "ǎoWhy did the donor sigh?"

Zhangǎohuā was startled and saw the old sweeping monk standing next to him. He quickly stood up and saluted and said: "ǎohuā originally wanted to find a secret book in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Dalin Temple that was similar to the magic pestle technique used by the disciples of your temple. , but...but I have been searching for it for a long time to no avail. You see, Zizi finally picked a book that is destined, but...but it is also not suitable."

After saying that, he handed over the Tongtian Stick Technique and asked tentatively: "Perhaps the master has something to recommend?"

The old monk didn't even look at his secret book. He shook his head and said, "ǎoThe donor is... your sword embryo?"

Zhang ǎohuā Daleng immediately said respectfully: "That's right, Master Mingjian also asked Master for help."

"Help?" The old monk shook his head: "This poor monk is sweeping the floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but this is the first time I have seen someone as fateful as the donor. The poor monk in the entire Sutra Pavilion has read all the secret books, and only this recipe is...suitable for the donor...The donor chose well, but...the way of reading it is inappropriate. The so-called immortals are destined to be immortal, so what? Is it possible to find it in a mortal body with flesh and blood eyes? "

After saying that, the old sweeping monk just picked up the broom and lowered his head to sweep his floor.

With respect on his face, Zhang ǎohuā bowed and saluted from behind, and sat cross-legged again. At this time, he did not use his naked eyes to watch, but only released his spiritual consciousness to cover the secret book. After a while, he felt that The human figures in the entire secret book are all moving, and the stick techniques in the entire secret book are performed from beginning to end.

However, this stick technique is completely different from what is recorded in the secret book...

For several days, Zhang ǎohuā came to the Sutra Pavilion, opened the secret book of the Tongtian Stick Technique, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated. In the end, even the old monk sweeping the floor was surprised, thinking that Zhang ǎohuā had limited qualifications. , cannot fully understand

In fact, even this mysterious old monk didn't know that when Zhang ǎohuā first remembered the stick skills in the secret book in his mind, and then immersed his consciousness in the secret book, the stick skills demonstrated by the figure in the secret book were The method is completely different, it is another set, and Zhang ǎohuā can actually see nine different sets of Tongtian stick method in one day. This is certainly not the most strange place. In the evening, Zhang ǎohuā accompanied Meng outside the temple. When he was resting, he woke up in the morning. Most of the nine sets of Tongtian stick techniques from yesterday were forgotten, just like when he practiced Beidou Shenquan before.

At this time, Zhangǎohuā had long lost the ignorance of the past, and knew that he had found a treasure again. This Tongtian stick technique may not be as simple as recorded in the secret book. Sure enough, the next day, Zhangǎohuā saw nine sets again. Different stick techniques, but the tenth set didn't come out. By the early morning of the third day, only a few moves remained in my mind.

So, for nine consecutive days, Zhang ǎohuā actually saw ninety-nine and eighty-one sets of stick techniques from the secret book of Tongtian stick techniques, and in the end, there were only three hundred and sixty stick techniques left in his mind.

These moves are similar to the moves of the North Star Fist back in the day. They are not connected in series, and Zhang ǎohuā does not have time to string these moves together now. He knows that he has got a trick, so he should not hurry up and use all the moves while he has time. Remember?

On the evening of the ninth day, Zhang put the Tongtian Staff Technique back on the bookshelf, bowed to the old monk sweeping the floor, followed the monk out of the Sutra Library, and just as he reached the gate of Dalin Temple, he saw a young monk running over. When he saw Zhang, he bowed quickly, then looked around and whispered: "Thank you for your help that day, Mr. Ren. If a disciple of Dalin Temple invites you to the back of the mountain later, don't pay attention to it. He has a trick in his heart."

After saying that, he hurried away again.

"Huh?" After the monk left, Zhang remembered that this monk was the monk who reached out and grabbed the mountain spring when he and Meng came to the back mountain to look for Dalin Temple. However, he had already forgotten that it was just a small favor, and the monk suddenly thanked and warned him, which made him stunned.

Just as the monk said, before Zhang Huahua left the temple for long, another monk came over, clasped his hands together and said: "Donor Ren, I am Yuanfa, sent by Uncle Kongjian to send you a letter of challenge."

"Yuankong?" Zhang Huahua raised his eyebrows and asked: "Where is the letter of challenge?"

"This... Uncle Kongjian didn't write the letter of challenge, he just asked me to take you to the back mountain"

Although there was the monk's warning just now, Zhang Huahua still nodded and said: "Please... Master, lead the way"

"Please~" Yuanfa said, and walked away.

Just as Zhang was about to leave, he heard Meng shouting from behind: "Xiao... Junior Brother Xiaoyao, where are you going?"

Hearing Meng's concern, Zhang turned around and said: "It's okay. The tactless monk asked me to give him some more treatment. You wait in the tent and I'll be back soon."

"Puff" Meng covered his mouth and laughed: "Then... you should go earlier and come back earlier. Don't hurt the child."

Zhang's heart was warmed up, and a kind of warmth surged in his heart. He waved his hand as if saying goodbye to the housekeeper.

Looking at the road led by Yuan Fa, Zhang's face showed a strange expression. It was because this road was the road that Master Chang Xing took him to the Forbidden Wind Valley on the first day he came to Dalin Temple. Although Zhang couldn't tell east, west, south, and north, he still had some impression of this road.

"Could it be that... Monk Kongjian is also going to trick me into some kind of restriction? Do you want to use his strength to teach me a lesson?"

As Zhang Xiaohuā expected, when he saw the narrow gap in the mountain in front of Yuanfa, he laughed in his heart: "Dalin Temple is really good at face. The things in the Forbidden Wind Valley were not explained to other Dharma protectors. Otherwise, why would this monk Kongjian still use this trick to deal with me?"

Yuanfa stopped in front of the narrow gap and pointed at the narrow gap and said: "Donor Ren, Master Kongjian is already inside. I can only go here. Please go over by yourself."

"Thank you, Master." Yuanfa's face immediately turned red and he lowered his head and said: "I dare not, I dare not."

Then he ran away.

Zhang Xiaohuāmōmō nose, turned around and walked into the narrow gap. There was a restriction in this place, so he was not afraid of Kongjian playing any tricks, and... this was the territory of Dalin Temple. No matter how brave Kongjian was, he would not dare to do anything surprising. It was probably just because he was indignant and wanted to save some face.

Sure enough, when Zhang Xiaohuā came to the platform again, in front of the evil-suppressing cauldron, Monk Kong Jian was still holding the two copper hammers, with a self-proclaimed ferocious smile on his face, saying: "Mr. Ren is really ambitious and courageous. He even dared to come to this forbidden wind valley. Hehe, are you a little dumbfounded when you come here? Can the internal force in the donor's body still be used?"

Zhang Xiaohuā remained calm and shook his head and said: "Of course it can't be used. Do you need me to tell you? I knew it nine days ago."

"Nine days ago?" Monk Kong Jian was stunned and asked in surprise: "You...what are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to spar with Senior Brother Kong Ju"

"What? You..." Monk Kong Jian pointed at Zhang Xiaohuā with the hammer head and said: "You are actually worthy of Senior Brother Kong Ju's attack?"

Zhang Xiaohuā was very proud and was about to speak, when suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the entire platform was in a mess. Just as the strong wind started, Zhang Xiaohuā suddenly felt his consciousness loosen up and was able to leave his body. The wind actually made the restrictions on the platform ineffective.

Zhang Xiaohuā's consciousness immediately left his body and scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, he found that next to the evil-suppressing cauldron, on the platform, there was a weak movement of vitality, which was a flaw similar to the entrance of a cave.

Zhang Xiaohuā's eyes turned, and he floated to the side of the monk Kong Jian, who was covered by the strong wind. He stretched out his hand and touched his xùedao, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and threw it behind a large pillar. He flew to the platform next to the evil-suppressing cauldron, pinched the magic formula, and escaped directly into the cave. Inside the crack

As Zhang Xiaohuā escaped, the crack closed automatically after a while, and the strong wind stopped blowing. The whole platform was silent, and only Kong Jian, who was touched by the xùe Dao, lay there quietly under the big pillar

Let's say Zhang Xiaohuā escaped under the platform and released his spiritual consciousness. He was a little stunned. The whole platform was restricted. Only in the space in front of him that was more than one person high, there was still some cold wind blowing. Only this passage-like space had no restrictions at all.

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