The intention of going to Shaolin Temple was because Xiao Yao, with the careful guidance of Hong Qigong, understood the bottleneck that restricted his martial arts to go further, which was his internal strength problem. Although he had used the cold jade bed to practice hard every day in the ancient tomb, laying a solid foundation for his internal strength and laying a solid foundation for practicing Taohua Island's unique skills and the martial arts in the Nine Yin Remnants. However, at that time, he worked behind closed doors and practiced based on his own understanding and insights. With his martial arts cultivation and vision at that time, he could not covet the most profound and mysterious parts of these martial arts, so naturally he could not fully understand them. Therefore, he could not say that he could fully understand them.

If the real power cannot be exerted, the requirements for internal power will naturally not be too high. But at this time, Hong Qigong gave a guide to Xiao Yao's insight into the infinite mystery. As the saying goes, the power when making moves, the various changes in the moves, and how the internal power can be exerted to the maximum power. Once some of these tricks are understood, the internal power consumption will inevitably increase dramatically. After Xiao Yao understood this, he thought that he was homeless and wandered in the world at this time, and where to go, so after pondering for a moment, he thought about Zhang Wuji's unfathomable and powerful Nine Yang Divine Art in the original work of Yitian, which made him move to Shaolin and intend to borrow the treasure scriptures secretly.

As soon as this thought was settled, Xiao Yao embarked on the road to the south again. Last time he set out from Chang'an and headed south to Dali. Although he gained a little on the way, he finally returned in a mess. However, when he went south, he intended to be the Nine Yang True Classics. If he succeeded and practiced hard in the future, he would be no problem to be among the top masters in the martial arts world. As for enemies like Li Mochou, it was even more difficult. At that time, he was really confident. At this point, Xiao Yao's state of mind was already very different. Therefore, although he went south with wind, frost, rain and snow, and had a rough experience, he was no longer as lost and confused as he did when he went north before.

Half a month later, Xiao Yao had stood in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple in Songshan again. Looking at the scenery as before, thinking about the scene when he sent Yang over last time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Suddenly, a voice came and said, "Don't Mr. Xiao come to visit the junior brother Tianxin?"

Xiao Yao looked over and realized that the person who spoke was the guest monk who led him into the temple last time. He immediately put his palms together, smiled slightly, and said, "The master hasn't forgotten yet."

The monk from the guest returned the courtesan and said, "How dare the little monk forget? When he met last time, the monk saw that the donor was young, but his martial arts were very good, and he couldn't help but admire him very much. On weekdays, the monk rarely enters the world and knows little about the heroes and heroes in the martial arts world, so he secretly wrote down the donor's name in his heart."

Xiao Yao first heard someone calling him a "heroic hero" in the martial arts world. At this time, he heard his words very sincere and politely, and he couldn't help but move and said, "Master is too rewarded. I wonder if Master Tianxin is in the temple at this moment? There are some mundane affairs below, and I'm afraid there will be more trouble." Although Xiao Yao was quite happy when he heard the compliment, he was calm after all. He was still unwilling to accept it before he understood the intention of the monk's words, so he changed the topic unknowingly. In terms of title, he deliberately distanced himself from Yang Guo, not "brother", but "little master", in order to avoid failure to "borrow scriptures" when he got it. These things would be too close to him, which would affect his future plans.

The monk heard Xiao Yao ask about Yang Guo’s whereabouts and was about to answer, but suddenly a sound of shouting passed through the quiet forest and came into the ears of the two. The monk looked at him and couldn’t help but smile and said to Xiao Yao: “Isn’t that coming?”

Xiao Yao turned his head and saw that on the wide stone steps leading to the mountain, a group of monks with upper bodies were rushing from the bottom of the mountain with a load of water. It was the cold winter month, and the north wind between heaven and earth was like a knife, and the coldness was so cold. The snowflakes blowing through the sky were more like sharp hidden weapons, blowing on their cheeks, making people feel a little painful. In such weather, the monks were not wearing monk's robes, and everyone was carrying a bucket of cold and bone-breathing cold water on their hands, running wildly between the ice and snow. This scene of course would make the uninformed person secretly surprised.

These Shaolin monks seemed to be competing for endurance and speed. Everyone rushed forward one after another, unwilling to fall at all. Seeing this way of practicing, Xiao Yao couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and saw a very familiar and special figure in the crowd. The figure was slightly different from other monks. Other monks stretched their hands and carried a wooden bucket in their hands, while the monk hung two buckets on their arms. Not only that, the monk seemed to be wearing an extremely hard and heavy piece of clothing, because although he was running quickly, the clothes did not flutter at all, but just jumped slightly back and forth.

Although all this is very different from other monks, it is not actually what really made Xiao Yao notice him. But in the contest between these monks, he had left the more than ten monks who were still chasing him far behind and was in a far leading position. In the snow and ice, this figure carrying heavy clothes and running quickly seemed extremely eye-catching. Xiao Yao looked at it and couldn't help but secretly praise: "Although these monks carry heavy objects, they are slight when running, and they are walking against the wind in the snow and ice. Such internal skills are really great." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the figure running in front, and his eyes were filled with praise and joy.

There were as many as thousands of stone steps in front of Shaolin Temple, but the figure ran like lightning and approached the mountain gate in a short while. Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao was about to go forward, but as soon as he turned his mind, he suddenly changed his mind. Suddenly, his hands were in the wind and snow, and he was forced to stand aside. The monk who was about to speak was speechless for a moment.

The skill of these palms being used together was developed by Xiao Yao from Hong Qigong's guidance. After thinking hard, he evolved from Luoying's Divine Sword Palm. It not only had the original velocity and agility, but also added the power after the attack. As soon as he used it, the momentum was really terrifying. The figure was originally moving with all his strength, but he heard the evil wind coming. He didn't think much about it. His hands did not move, but his legs were already bounced up in the air and faced Xiao Yao's palms. At this moment, Xiao Yao suddenly withdrew his strength and hid on the side. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yao retreated at the touch, and the power of his legs was already full, and there was nowhere to vent for a while. He pointed to the pointer and a poplar tree as thick as a bowl beside him clicked, and it was kicked and instantly broke into two pieces.

Xiao Yao clapped his hands and smiled, "Good Kung Fu."

The monk kicked the tree trunk and turned around immediately. When he saw Xiao Yao, his cheek, which was originally full of anger, was immediately replaced by a surprise expression, and he shouted loudly: "Brother!"
Chapter completed!