Chapter 31 (2/2)
listened to the explanation of Qing Hong, and even showed a few pride on the side of the Ming Dynasty's face. He suddenly looked at the loft in front of him. He didn't feel much surprised. He knew that the ”martial arts inscription” on the ”hanging island” was the essence of martial arts left behind by countless generations of the heavenly ancestors. Compared with this, the martial arts sanctuary in the eyes of the world is really not. What? Then Tianming seemed to think of something again and asked, ”didn't you say there were three places? There is also a holy land of martial arts! ”Looking at Tianming, Xi Qinghong laughs with satisfaction. Just as he is about to explain, he is snatched by Mingchen. ”Another place is the” big devil's cave ”of their sect, which collects the miraculous works and classics of their sect since they were handed down. The inheritance of their sect is no shorter than ours. You can imagine the martial arts details of their Millennium sect!” After hearing this, Tian Ming nodded clearly. No wonder the boy laughed so much.
”Let's go! Come in with me Mingkong said, ”ah!” Xi Qinghong exclaimed, ”master Mingkong, you let me in. You are not afraid that I will steal the classics of your sect!” ”If you can steal it, it's your skill.” Mingkong's face was full of confidence. Xi Qinghong turned her lips and looked at Mingkong with disdain. The meaning in her eyes was very obvious: ”I thought this old guy was so kind. It turned out that there was a move hidden behind him. He had no fear!” Mingkong doesn't look in Xi Qinghong's eyes. He's afraid that if he continues to look, he will be burned to death by his own anger. This guy who can't beat and scold will be angry even if the ”Sakya” ancestor regenerates.
Looking at Mingkong walking into the attic, Tianming and Xi Qinghong also quickly follow up. In this important place of the sect, they dare not intrude. When they enter the attic, there is a smell of books. Rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged in the attic, and the volumes of scriptures and martial books on them are full of historical precipitation.
”Boy, don't look at it. The Scriptures in this attic are guarded. You can't steal them even if you want to.” Mingkong looks at Xi Qinghong's eager eyes and says, ”Xi Qinghong looks depressed and looks at him. He says in his heart,” if I catch the chance, I'll move all your books here. ”” are you surprised why I brought you here? ” Mingkong's voice interrupts Xi Qinghong's thoughts. Tianming and they both look at him and wait for his answer. Mingkong goes on to say, ”my martial uncle just sent me a message that I want to see you”
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Tianming and Xi Qinghong look at each other and see their surprise from each other's eyes. Mingkong seems to be 60 or 70 years old. As Mingkong's martial uncle, it must be the elder Dong level of his generation, and can transmit sound to Mingkong from such a long distance. Then, Tianming gets an amazing result, and then his eyes are shining, looking at Mingkong Light smile pointed to the side of the stairway, ”from this staircase up, uncle his old man on the second floor waiting for you.”
Tianming is speechless, but he is just a little anxious to go up the stairs. Xi Qinghong looks at them in a confused way. He sees Tianming climb up the stairs and follow them in a hurry. The sound of ”pedaling” and ”pedaling” is like Tianming's heart. Now he is eager to see the conjecture in his heart, ”Tianming, wait for me, why are you in such a hurry?” Xi Qinghong said at the back, as if Tianming didn't hear anything, he just went upstairs.
The space on the second floor is much smaller than that on the first floor, and there are even only a few bookshelves there. However, if you only look at the Yellow classics stacked on the bookshelves, you can see that the value of these books on the second floor is much greater than that on the first floor. In a corner of the second floor, there is a small table, an oil lamp, an old monk holding a volume of scriptures, sitting there leisurely What are you doing? Why are you walking so fast? ” The old monk who was reading the Scriptures finally raised his head.
”Boom” and ”boom” Tianming and Xi Qinghong look at the old man's clear eyes. Their minds are like thousands of thunders exploding. They stand there like wood, motionless. At this moment, they can't hold anything except the old man's eyes, because these eyes are like twinkling stars, Not in the sky, not in the earth, only the eyes that seem to fill the world.
The slight moving sound of ”KaKa” footsteps came out. It was this slight to inaudible sound, but it was like a thunderbolt across their minds. It also woke them up. ”Little benefactor, you are very good.” a gentle voice sounded from the empty attic. The sober Tianming looked at the sharp and introverted old monk, and his heart was full of shock: is that right Is it the power of the ”sage of martial arts”? Even if it's just a look, can it shake the earth and evolve stars? (to be continued)