The devil speaks to the heavens

Chapter 18
Glancing at the broken bamboo broom stick in his hand, the floor sweeping monk immediately looked at Mo Huai: "Your Excellency has such a skill, he should not be an unknown person, but I don't know when someone like you appeared in the Xiaoyao Sect? You Is it Wu Yazi, Tianshan Child Elder, or Li Qiushui's disciple?"

"The old monk is very knowledgeable, and he actually saw my martial arts skills!" Mo Huai smiled and shook his head with a gleam in his eyes when he heard the words: "However, I have nothing to do with the three of them. It’s just the inheritance of a few martial arts skills of the Xiaoyao School. You know so much about the Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao School, does it have something to do with the Xiaoyao School?”

The floor-sweeping monk nodded lightly, and did not answer Mo Huai directly, but said slowly, "So that's how it is! Your martial arts are already at the top level in the world, and all you have learned are advanced and unique martial arts. I covet Shaolin's martial arts, but I don't know why I visit the Sutra Pavilion at night?"

"I recently had a whim, and I just want to borrow a few scriptures from the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion to read. The old monk will not be stingy with just a few scriptures, right?" Mo Huai said casually with a smile.

The floor-sweeping monk who shook his head lightly couldn't help but said: "A few scriptures, I'm afraid they won't be able to attract your lord to come?"

"Then old monk, what do you think I am here for?" Mo Huai asked with a smile of interest.

The sweeping monk said: "The old monk doesn't know, that's why I asked the previous question. If your honor doesn't want to tell the truth, the old monk will not let you go freely tonight."

"Haha... old monk, staying in this Shaolin Temple is miserable and boring, and opponents are hard to come by. Are your hands itchy?" Mo Huai laughed loudly like a joke.

"Amitabha! Monastics shouldn't fight fiercely. But the old monk broke into my Shaolin Sutra Library without authorization and took away the scriptures, but the old monk had to stop him. I also hope that the lord will leave the scriptures he took, "The floor-sweeping monk clasped his hands together.

Mo Huai shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "There is no reason to return the things that have been in my hands. In fact, when I came here today, I also wanted to compete with you, old monk. Your strength really surprised me Who would have thought that the number one master in the world is actually an ordinary old monk in Shaolin Temple who is in charge of cleaning the Sutra Pavilion?"

"Outside the green hills outside the mountains, the old monk is ashamed to be the number one old monk in the world. However, since the honorable master insists on competing, the old monk will only commit anger and ignorance once tonight." Yihuan appeared in front of Mo Huai as if teleported.

"It's still an old monk with a quick temper," Mo Huai, who had been prepared for a long time, chuckled, and drew a circle with his hands in front of him. The seemingly light and slow movements seemed to contain the whole world, and greeted him. The old monk also gave a seemingly ordinary palm.

Hum... Before the palms of the two sides touched together, the space was already vibrating slightly. The invisible energy collided with each other and made a muffled sound, and then Mo Huai and the sweeping monk flew away almost simultaneously.

Mo Huai retreated directly into the Sutra Pavilion, put his hands on a bookshelf, and moved the bookshelf [-] degrees like a rotation to dissipate the impact.

At the same time, on the bluestone-covered ground outside the Sutra Pavilion, the floor sweeping monk also took several steps back before stabilizing his figure.

Seeing Mo Huai floated out of the Sutra Pavilion on the bookshelf, and landed lightly like a leaf, the sweeping monk couldn't help but asked with a brilliant look: "What kind of skill are you doing?"

"Tai Chi!" Mo Huai said with a light smile, "Heaven and earth are inherently boundless, Wuji gives birth to Tai Chi, Tai Chi gives birth to Liangyi, yin and yang evolve, and all things come into being. Tai Chi, conceiving the wonders of heaven and earth, is actually the supreme magical skill of Taoism. Old monk, think How is it?"

The sweeping monk couldn't help looking at Mo Huai with complicated eyes, and sighed: "Your honor can create this level of Taoist martial arts, and he is already the patriarch of Xiaoyaozi who surpassed the Xiaoyao sect. The Xiaoyao sect can appear like a respected master." Waiting for the characters, will surely be more prosperous."

"I don't have the ability to create Tai Chi." Mo Huai shook his head mockingly, and then said with a slightly flickering eye, "Speaking of Tai Chi, today I would like to let you, old monk, experience Xingyi."

"Xingyi?" The sweeping monk couldn't help frowning and looked at Mo Huai with some doubts, but his expression changed immediately after hearing this.

Visible to the naked eye, Mo Huai, who was full of muscles and bones, suddenly raised his body, his arms and thighs became thick, his veins bulged, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a humanoid monster. When he kicked the ground, the bluestone under his feet shattered At the same time, he also came to the sweeping monk like a shell.

Drink... Mo Huai, who was exhaling loudly, punched out with a fist. The force of the fist like a volcanic eruption caused the air to vibrate. The innate zhenqi has dispersed, forming a wall of Qi about a foot thick in front of him.

Amidst the muffled sound of thunder, the floor-sweeping monk, who was shaken all over, immediately staggered back more than ten meters before stabilizing his figure in a state of embarrassment. Then his face showed pain with his arms hanging down, and he could not hold back his blood Spit it out.

"Haha... have fun!" Mo Huai, who also took a few steps back, crushing the bluestone floor with every step, could not help laughing loudly, twisted slightly and returned to normal, and glanced at the floor-sweeping monk who was vomiting blood and was injured. It was the corner of the mouth that turned up slightly and directly disappeared into the night.

Outside the Yanmen Pass, in the cold forest, the scenery is bleak, in a canyon full of rocks, on a flat rock, a figure with some ragged clothes and dirty clothes is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his beard and hair are messy, he looks a bit sloppy, but It was Mo Huai.

The howling wind howled from the bottom of the valley, but it seemed to surround Mo Huai, not even a single hem of his clothes was blown, as if there was an invisible barrier around him blocking the violent wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Huai, who was trembling all over, suddenly opened his eyes, as if there were two substantive divine lights flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of invisible innate true energy diffused from Mo Huai as the center, causing the air to vibrate, and within a few meters of the surrounding area in an instant, all the mountains and rocks were slightly shaken and silently turned into powder .As soon as the wind blew, it was suddenly gray and dusty.

"Haha... the innate qi in the late stage is really powerful!" Mo Huai, who smiled brightly, jumped up directly, soaring up to a height of tens of feet, and flew away like a wind.

Mo Huai, who had left the valley, could only hear the sound of galloping horses and the low and powerful sound of horns in the distance, and could not help but narrow his eyes and quickly approached.

A moment later, on the steep cliff outside Yanmen Pass, Mo Huai, who flew over from the sky, looked at Xiao Feng who had two broken arrows stuck in his heart and fell weakly in the arms of Xu Zhu and Duan Yu, couldn't help but frowned and asked in a deep voice Said: "Where is Ah Zhu?"

"Eldest brother was captured and placed under house arrest by King Liao, sister-in-law A Zhu committed suicide in order not to let herself become a bargaining chip for King Liao to threaten elder brother," Xu Zhu said in grief.

Mo Huai, who was shocked when he heard this, silently looked at Xiao Feng's body, and couldn't help sighing secretly.

In the end, he still couldn't change the fate of Xiao Feng and A'Zhu.

"Fate... I can't change the fate of others, so how can I control my own?" Mo Huai, who slowly clenched his hands, felt an inexplicable unwillingness and anger in his heart.

(End of this chapter)