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What He Xie is waiting for is Xuanbei's unkind request, so he must speak.

At this time, Xuan Bei was also helpless. If it was not a last resort, he would never want to tell He Xie about this.

It's not that he doesn't believe in He Xie. He Xie saved his life today, and he also offered to send him back to Shaolin. Xuanbei really cherishes his talents and can't bear him to go for something unrelated. danger.

However, the enemy is powerful and has been planning in secret for a long time. The Duan family in Dali is at stake, and a slight inadvertence will lead to overthrow. When the country is in chaos, I don’t know how many people are displaced.

At the moment, Xuan Bei told He Xie that he had learned that the four evil men were going to deal with the Duan family in Dali.

The old monk also learned about this by chance, and he knew very little about it. He only knew that the four evil men were coming, but when they came, whether it was Xixia Yipintang who came out of the nest, or only the four of them, was completely unknown.

At the end, Xuanbei said sincerely: "This matter has nothing to do with the donor He, but the Duan family is the foundation of Dali's country. If it is robbed, I am afraid that the people will be in trouble from now on. The old man is now seriously injured, and there are mysterious people pursuing him. It's nothing to be stinky and skinny, but if the old man fails to report the news in time, causing the Duan Shi to be unprepared, it would be a great sin."

"So that's the case," He Xie nodded slowly, "Master has a heart of sympathy and compassion, and is truly a model of martial arts. Now that I know this, it is my duty to do my best for the righteous path of martial arts."

Xuan Bei smiled sincerely, and folded his hands and bowed slightly: "In this way, the old man will represent the thousands of people in Dali, thank you Lord He."

"It's getting late today, and walking at night is easy to be taken advantage of by thieves." He Xie said, "Why don't we rest here for a night, just to allow the younger generation to heal the master's wounds, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow morning."

Xuanbei thought for a while, and said, "Alright, sharpening the knife will not cut the firewood by mistake. But healing is not necessary, and the donor does not need to spend the infuriating energy for the old man."

He Xie thought for a while and said, "Here is a little trick for healing. If the master is not too vulgar, you might as well listen to it."

"Oh?" Xuan Bei was surprised, "He donor please say it."

"Draft the curtain to observe the distance between one inch and one third of the upper part of the kidney below the heart, do not leave immediately, do not forget, do not help, in the breath, melodious, exhale to the top, do not rush to the heart, inhale to the bottom, do not rush the kidney below. Close one, one to one, one to one, one to seven, two to seven, naturally gradually the two kidneys are steamed, the dantian is warm, the breath does not need to be adjusted but self-adjusted, and the qi does not need to be refined but self-refined..."

He Xie slowly recited a formula. Xuan Bei was still listening to it at first, but when he heard "One of the Seven", his face became suspicious. After listening to a few more words, Xuan Bei was startled!

What kind of vulgar trick is this? This is clearly a very clever inner strength method!

"He's benefactor, stay here!" Xuanbei hurriedly shouted, "This skill is incomparably exquisite, it must be a secret that the benefactor does not pass on, and it must not be passed on to the old man. The old man swears by the Buddha. No rumors, if you break this oath..."

"Master!" He Xie stretched out his hand to stop the old monk, "Master doesn't have to do this."

What he recited was indeed an internal skill, and it was an undisclosed secret of the Beiyue Hengshan Sect in the Xiaoao world. It had a strong healing effect. Speaking of which, it was also a Buddhist martial art. Martial arts do not match, have not practiced.

"Master, can't you hear that this technique is the inner strength of Buddhism?" He Xie smiled, "This technique was obtained by exchanging martial arts with a friend, so it's not a secret, and my friend is not in this world either. There is no taboo that can’t be spread. What’s more, the most important thing about martial arts is to communicate and communicate with each other, so as to promote each other, this martial arts is useless at all, so why not spread it to useful people?”

"This..." Xuan Bei's expression was very complicated, a burst of blue, a burst of red, and for a long time, the old monk said with a face full of shame: "He Shizhu has a magnificent mind, and the bright moon is in his arms, which really makes the old man ashamed!"

Shame is right!

Plant a seed for you first.

He Xie smiled, and then recited the mantra, this time the old monk did not refuse.

It is conceivable that if this eminent monk of the Xuanzi generation goes back to endorse He Xie, He Xie's reputation in the martial arts will soon spread.

The righteousness is thin and cloudy, and the magnanimous He Shaoxia.

Sounds pretty good...

Jiu Mozhi thought that if he defeated Xuan Bei, he would gain fame, which was too naive.

As a result, Xuanbei would definitely not go around telling people that I was defeated by a lama.

Second, He Xie, who was watching the battle, would definitely not publicize it, or he would offend Shaolin invisibly.

So, the right way to act...

No, He Xie doesn't pretend to be coercive, it's the right way to increase the reputation value, and it's always a fanfare for plot NPCs.

That night, the two did not go to the meditation room to rest, but rested in the Buddhist temple to prevent Murong Bo from leaving and returning, one by one.

Xuanbei healed his wounds according to the heart method of the Beiyue Hengshan School, and the effect was gratifying. He Xie showed Xiao Wuxiang Gong, pretended to take it out of his arms, and studied it carefully.

He Xie read the secret book three times, word by word, sentence by sentence. He Xie felt that this work was not what he expected. Although it is a spiritual method of the Xiaoyao School, it is not comparable to the Beiming magic. The Yi Jin Jing, which is proud of the world, is also slightly inferior.

After reading it three more times, He Xie couldn't help frowning.

This work... seems to have a profound meaning, but there is no deep meaning.

He closed the secret book and pondered it carefully, but he couldn't think of a reason. He simply opened the secret book and continued to study it again and again.

Silent all night.

Dawn broke the next day~lightnovelpub.net~ Xuanbei let out a long moan and stood up refreshed.

As soon as the old monk turned around, he saw He Xie's tired face, as if he was awakened by him, and looked over with a frown.

Xuanbei hurriedly folded her palms, first smiled apologetically, and then said with joy and gratitude: "He Shizhu's gift of magic is truly miraculous, the old man's injury had not been resolved for a few months, and he never thought that it was only one night, and he was cured by 50 to 60%. ."

The old monk was very grateful. He Xie first saved his life and gave him healing magic. This kindness and virtue made him owe a huge amount of cause and effect.

"Master's deep inner strength is the main reason." He Xie smiled slightly, stood up, and reluctantly cheered up, "Master Xuanbei, rescue is like putting out a fire, let's go on our way."

Xuan Bei looked at He Xie carefully, and smiled: "He donor, with your cultivation level, even if you don't sleep all night, you will definitely not be so tired. Looking at the appearance of the donor, it is obviously caused by overwork. What's the problem?"

"It's because I encountered something incomprehensible in the exercise, but I couldn't think of it." He Xie smiled reluctantly.

He never thought that a small Wuxiang Gong, which was not so important to him, would cause him such a big trouble.

"Oh? Is it convenient for the donor to talk to the old man?" Xuanbei smiled, "The old man is crazy, maybe the donor can take a little more information."

He Xie thought for a while and said, "Master knows, if there is something out of nothing, where does it come from?"

"This is the word of Taoism..." Xuan Bei pondered slightly.