Martial Arts: In the beginning of cultivating immortality, all the female warriors are broken.

After an impassioned speech, Huang Sheng began to discuss with everyone the strategy to fight against the Northern Yuan.

The Northern Yuan army was menacing, and its number was more than twice that of the Great Song Dynasty.

If you want to win this war, you have to plan carefully.

In this regard, Jiang Che couldn't raise any interest, so he didn't participate.

After the discussion, people from all walks of life left one after another, and Huang Sheng personally took Hong Qigong to arrange the residence of the beggar disciples.

As soon as he reached the end of the corridor, Jiang Che was stopped by the two.

One is dressed in a robe, with white eyebrows and white beard, a long figure, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, like a monk who has attained the Tao, and has cultivated to the peak of the land immortals, which is equivalent to A Qing.

One was dressed in black, carrying a heavy sword, with long flowing hair and a handsome face, looking about fifty years old, cultivating to the middle stage of a land immortal. "One, Six, Seven" "Are you looking for me?"

Jiang Che arched his hand and asked a little strangely.

He is naturally no stranger to the two people in front of him.

Shaolin Temple sweeps the old monk, the sword demon is lonely and seeks defeat.

Two of the great Song Jianghu figures!

Putting aside Ling Donglai and the others, who have disappeared, these two people represent the peak of the military force of the Great Song Dynasty.

Especially the white-eyed old monk.

When he was a child, Jiang Che had heard his master say all kinds of rumors about the white-eyed old monk.

It is said that there is a "living immortal" in Shaolin Temple in Shaomuro Mountain, referring to the person in front of him.

Because the white-eyed old monk rarely walks around the rivers and lakes, few people in the rivers and lakes know the existence of the other party.

The name of the white-eyed old monk is unknown, it is said that he has lived for 600 years, and the other party has joined the Shaolin Temple of Shaolin Mountain when the Great Song Dynasty has just been founded.

This person rarely appears in the rivers and lakes, and usually sweeps the floor in the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, just like an ordinary old monk.

He is very good at disguise, and ordinary people never know the identity of the other party, let alone the terrifying strength of the other party.

Dugu seeks defeat, the martial arts myth of three years ago.

Dugu seeks defeat and calls himself a sword demon, and at the age of fifty, he has reached the supreme sword realm where no sword is better than a sword, and he is a generation of swordsmanship.

Maybe he was born at the wrong time, and the interest was that the old monsters hiding in the shadows didn't pay much attention to him.

Three hundred years ago, the forty-year-old Dugu had already fought all over the world invincible, traveled to the major dynasties of Shenzhou and never met an opponent, and since then he has lived in seclusion in the valley, making friends with eagles and never going out.

Three hundred years is a long time, and almost no one remembers the swordsman who once stirred up the storm in the Great Song Dynasty.

Jiang Che didn't expect Dugu to leave the secluded valley and come to Xiangyang City, three hundred miles away.

Moreover, the other party seems to be running for himself?

Dugu glanced at the white-eyed old monk, and his eyes revealed the meaning of inquiry.

It's like asking again, which of the two of us will say it first?

"Your Excellency, please..."

The old monk smiled slightly, signaling Dugu to seek defeat and speak first.

The name of the sword demon, he once listened to it.

He didn't expect that he would actually meet the other party in this Xiangyang City.

With the approval of the old monk, Dugu sought defeat and hugged his fists.

"Your Excellency, I have come to Xiangyang to help the Song Dynasty resist the Northern Yuan offensive, and the second is to learn swordsmanship with you,..."

"Of course, I also know that I am not your opponent, so I only hope to compete with your Excellency in the sword art realm, and do nothing else, and I hope that Your Excellency will not hesitate to teach..."

Without any mud and water, Dugu directly explained his intentions.

On that day, he watched the sword qi in the valley, and Dugu was proud of his defeat, so he left the place of seclusion.

All the way south to Jiangnan, he also had a general understanding of Jiang Che's strength.

He didn't think that he would be Jiang Che's opponent, so he only hoped to be able to compete with Jiang Che in swordsmanship, and didn't want to find abuse.

"Compete with me in swordsmanship?"

Jiang Che was stunned, he really didn't expect Dugu to seek defeat for this.

However, thinking of Dugu's title of seeking defeat from the sword demon, he could also understand the other party's actions.

Xing Dugu seeks defeat because he wants to pursue a higher kendo realm through learning from himself.

For this kind of person who values the sword more than life, there is nothing more meaningful than competing with other kendo masters.

I don't know where I got the news, so this sword demon found himself.

"I agreed to Your Excellency's invitation, shall we discuss tomorrow on the top of the mountain a hundred miles away?"

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Che directly agreed....

Dugu's sword realm has reached the top of the world, and there is no doubt that everyone in the way of swordsmanship, Jiang Che also wants to know how much stronger his sword is compared to the other party's "no tricks to win".

"In this way, then I will wait for Mr. to come tomorrow at Guyang Peak..."

Dugu's face was overjoyed, and after being polite, he turned around and left.

Since Jiang Che accepted his invitation, he naturally had to prepare carefully.

When the sword demon left, Jiang Che looked at the white-eyed old monk on the side again.

Out of politeness, Jiang Che took the initiative to ask.

"I don't know what the master is looking for?"

For Buddhism and Shaolin Temple, Jiang Che has always had the idea of staying away, after all, these guys are really not very good in Shenzhou.

On the surface, the set of rules and precepts, the four major emptiness, are all fooled by the people at the bottom.

Taking Cihang Jingzhai as an example, it is not difficult to see that these Buddhist guys are not good birds, and they are not the same.

Of course, there must be high-ranking monks.

If people don't offend me, I do. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Although he didn't have a good impression of Buddhism in his heart, this group of guys didn't provoke him, and on the premise of not hindering his own interests, Jiang Che would not take the initiative to provoke these bald donkeys.

No matter what the purpose of the white-eyed old monk in front of him came to Xiangyang, at least it was true to help the Song Dynasty resist the Northern Yuan, and the other party was also worthy of the honorific title of 4.6.

"Amitabha..."

The white-eyed old monk folded his hands, smiled kindly, and said slowly.

"I heard that Mr. was born in the Daomen, and he is a member of the Daomen, and he has studied three thousand Daozang since he was a child..."

"The poor monk is not talented, he has read the Buddhist scriptures Sanzang, so I heard that Mr. is in Xiangyang, so I want to invite Mr. to discuss the Tao, debate Buddhism and Taoism, and hope that Mr. will not hesitate to teach..."

The old monk's words were very polite, like a diligent and studious student eager to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

"In that case, shall we talk about this the day after tomorrow?"

"Good..."

The old monk responded, folded his hands again, said a Buddha call, and turned to leave.

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ps: Today is a temporary two shifts.,I drank too much at my cousin's engagement banquet at noon.,Headache.,What you owe will make up for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.。。