Chapter 670

"Is Mr. Xiyi still alive?" He Xie couldn't help asking after listening to the sweeping monk about the past.

"I don't know," said the sweeping monk with a smile. "As early as a hundred years ago, my mentor had gone to sea. If he was still alive, he would be 223 years old..."

As soon as this sentence came out, Qiao Feng and Wu Changfeng were very surprised. They couldn't imagine that there would be such a long-lived person in the world. At the same time, they became more curious about the identity of the sweeping monk and Mr. Xi Yi.

"Unfortunately, unfortunately, I'm not in the right time. I wish I could see Mr. Xiyi." He Xie couldn't help thinking leisurely and sighed with regret.

"If he sees it, I'm afraid he will be disappointed." The floor sweeper shook his head and smiled. "The martial arts realm of my mentor in those years is still inferior to that of my poor monk now, and the road I take now is the same as that of my mentor in those years. It's all wrong to say... "

The sweeping monk sighed and shook his head.

He paused and looked at he evil way: "benefactor, in fact, you have embarked on an unprecedented road. Your talent has been unmatched for thousands of years. I'm disabled and frail. The road ahead is dead. You have to compete with me in martial arts. I'm afraid the result will not satisfy you. "

"The stone of the mountain can attack jade," He Xie respectfully hugged his fist. "The cultivation of the elder has reached a state where the heart has no heart, the shape has no shape, the object has no object, and there is nothing empty. No one dares to say that his own Tao is the only one. If the elder's road can be clearly identified, one step further may not lead to the avenue."

This realm of he heresy is empty and quiet in two simple words.

The sweeping monk heard the speech, smiled and shook his head: "I'm far from this realm."

It's easy to say, but it's like going to heaven. To reach the realm of emptiness and tranquility of ignorance, no desire, no action, no matter and no self is simply inhuman.

Because people can't be completely empty and quiet, the current state of the sweeping monk is to know less, desire less, do less, do less and self less. It's not easy to do this. But further, it is absolutely impossible, which is also the reason why the sweeping monk came to an end.

If he could be really quiet, he wouldn't stand up and meddle in Shaolin's business at all.

It's like he Xie's no move wins with move. Is it really possible to have no move?

A sword is a move. How can there be no move?

Even if you can stare people to death, your stare is a trick.

Therefore, the so-called "no move wins with move" is just a simple move, which still fails to get out of the cage.

If you really don't move, it's empty and quiet.

He Xie found that this road was impassable early, so he gave up being extremely fast and minimalist, and began to seek the integration of skills and methods, the evolution of moves, and wanted to go out of a new road.

So far, he Xie's journey of a thousand miles has only stumbled a few steps, which is far from enough.

"The road is as long as iron." He Xie sighed, "who didn't touch the stone to cross the river?"

The sweeping monk looked at He Xie with more admiration: "benefactor he is peaceful but not arrogant. He is really a gentleman. Well, I'm itching to see such arrogance in the world. It's also a good story for you and me to taste the martial arts realm and explore the way ahead in front of the Dharma cave. "

"Exactly." He Xie smiled. He stretched out his palm and held it forward, "senior, please."

"Please." The sweeping monk also slowly restrained his smile.

On one side, Wu Changfeng and Qiao Feng are both passionate and excited at the moment. They know that a world shaking war is about to begin, and they are lucky to see it.

Seeing he Xie take out his sword and stand opposite the sweeping monk, Qiao Feng and Wu Changfeng hurried back and made way for the venue.

"Xiao Lian?" The sweeping monk looked at the sword in He Xie's hand with admiration. "Duan's sword is also given to the hero. If the sword is in the donor's hand, it can be regarded as meeting the Ming Lord."

"Ashamed!" He Xie said faintly, "elder, please forgive me for taking the liberty to move in first."

As soon as the words fell, he Xie kicked gently at his feet, pointed the sword tip directly, and then floated to the sweeping monk.

The sword is like a shadow and the man is like a rainbow.

This sword is infused with all the will and essence of He Xie. Although it is a simple move of flat stab, it contains infinite changes. It is not revealed.

If ordinary experts rush to block this sword or run away at the sight of the wind, they can't escape a word of death. That's why.

Therefore, he Xie seldom uses the second sword to kill, because he doesn't have to.

The sweeping monk naturally recognized the power of this sword, and his face was slightly dignified. When he Xie's sword was less than three feet away from him, his turbid eyes suddenly burst out, and his pale face also flushed.

He did not retreat but advance, pointing to the tip of He Xie's sword.

Buzz!

At this moment, he Xie seemed to have an illusion, as if the fingertips of the sweeping monk were infinitely enlarged. No matter how he did it, his sword would only stab on his fingertips in the end.

But in fact, it was at this moment that the sweeping monk released his strength and imprisoned the three feet of space around him with his majestic internal force, which made he Xie like trapped in the mire. Even the changes in the sword posture could not be produced. He could only watch the sweeping monk poke his finger at his sword tip.

Poof.

The sword fingers are opposite to each other, making a sound like puncturing a balloon. A naked eye visible light bead is quickly condensed between the two, which is dazzling.

The floor sweeper's face changed and withdrew.

Bang!

The Pearl of light exploded and overflowed with vitality.

He Xie did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stayed where he was, and his face showed the color of thinking.

The sweeping monk retreated three steps in a row before he stopped. He took his finger to his eyes and saw a blood bead slowly condensing at his fingertips. The sweeping monk's true Qi worked. This drop of blood immediately penetrated into the wound and recovered in the blink of an eye.

He looked up at He Xie, smiled and stood quietly waiting.

After about seven or eight breaths, he Xie stopped thinking, looked at the smiling sweeping monk, saluted with a respectful fist, and thanked him for giving him time to understand.

"I underestimated the power of benefactor's internal power." The sweeping monk sighed, "I didn't expect that benefactor's martial arts were so mysterious."

At the moment when he collided with He Xie, his three foot true Qi wall of yin and Yang was suddenly affected by He Xie's internal force, assimilated and absorbed, and suffered a loss in an instant.

He has the same skill as he Xie, and just now neither of them did their best. They tacitly displayed three success abilities.

Relatively speaking, the sweeping monk's internal power is more concise and pure. After all, over the years, he has been suppressing injuries with his internal power all the time, but it has been a blessing in disguise.

But the result of the collision was that he Xie won easily. Obviously, he Xie's internal force of negating Yin and embracing Yang is more powerful than his internal force of combining Yin and Yang.