"Qingyang, wake up."

Just as Chen Qingyang was still immersed in the increase in his strength, Huang Fengming's voice sounded at the right time.

Chen Qingyang then remembered that there were Huang Fengming and Master Xuan Ku next to him, and immediately retreated from the ethereal state.

"Master Xuanku, you are..." Chen Qingyang opened his eyes and was surprised to find that Xuanku, who was originally thin, was now only a layer of skin and bones left, and could only feel the subtle fluctuations of life.

Xuanku seems to be almost over and the lamp is dry.

"Master Xuanku spent the last little vitality to clean your muscles and marrows. Now he is powerless to turn the world back!" Huang Fengming said in a deep voice, with admiration in his eyes.

Chen Qingyang's eyes turned red and his knees couldn't help but kneel down.

There is gold under the knees of a man, kneeling down on the sky and kneeling on his parents. Now Chen Qingyang is resolutely kneeling in front of Master Xuanku. His kindness to Chen Qingyang is worthy of this kneeling.

"The little donor of Qingyang, there is no need to give this great gift. Even if you are not there today, I will be about to transform into a place. However, before that, I have a few words to explain to you." Xuan Ku's voice became extremely weak, as if he would die at any time.

"Master, please tell me." Chen Qingyang said respectfully.

"With the little vitality left in me, I can only pass on half of the Yijing tendons, so the scriptures in your mind are not complete Yijing tendons." Xuan Ku said.

Chen Qingyang was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "There is half of the scriptures, and I am already satisfied."

Just now, Chen Qingyang tried to practice according to the Yijingjin's cultivation method, and instantly he made his strength break through to the middle stage of the hidden power. The legendary heaven-level martial arts are really powerful.

"A hundred years ago, I once accepted two disciples. Although my eldest disciple Zu Xu was stupid, he passed on me with compassion. Now he is the head of Shaolin Temple. Although his second disciple Zu Yin was extremely talented, he was dark in nature. Because he was jealous of his senior brother becoming the head, he burned the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion in anger, and 70% of the sutras were burned, and two of the sutras were stolen by him, one was Nirvana Sutra and the other was Yi Jing. "Master Xuanku said slowly. Although his voice was subtle, Chen Qingyang could hear it clearly.

Chen Qingyang was slightly shocked. He did not expect that such a disaster had occurred in Shaolin Temple. The Sutra Library was burned and 70% of the scriptures were destroyed. Such losses were undoubtedly a huge disaster for Shaolin Temple, which had been passed down for more than a thousand years.

"I just opened up the Zhoutian Xuanhuo for you and realized that your mystery is strange to ordinary people. Like my two disciples, it is a rare talent Xuanhuo. The future achievements will be limitless. I hope that one day you will be able to regain the two supreme scriptures from that unworthy disciple and return them to Shaolin Temple. This is my request to your little donor." Xuanku said.

This was the first time Chen Qingyang heard the four words "Tian Fu Xuan Zhi", so he did not understand its strength. Huang Fengming, who was standing beside him, showed an extremely shocked expression, but did not speak out.

"The master is so serious. I, Chen Qingyang, swear here that I will definitely recover the two supreme scriptures lost by Shaolin Temple in the future." Chen Qingyang said confidently.

He knew that it must be very difficult. Xuan Ku's second disciple Zu Yin is now at least a hundred years old, and has a talented Xuanzhi. His strength is probably already at its peak. It is undoubtedly difficult for Chen Qingyang to deal with such a giant.

But Chen Qingyang agreed to Xuan Ku's request without any hesitation, just because Xuan Ku gave him a great favor.

Hearing Chen Qingyang's oath, Xuan Ku nodded with relief, then closed his hands together and slowly closed his turbid and spiritless eyes.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, Amitabha!"

After saying that, there was no sign of life on Master Xuanku, and he had obviously reached the Western Paradise.

Chen Qingyang was not sad, but just sighed and kowtowed three times in front of Master Xuanku.

"It is really sad and lamentable that a generation of Taoist monks sit here!" After Huang Fengming said that, he also bowed to Master Xuanku ninety degrees.

After a long time, Chen Qingyang slowly stood up and said to Huang Fengming: "Grandpa Feng, let's go!"

"good!"

Immediately, the two of them quickly left the ancient temple and rushed towards the edge of the cliff.

This time, Chen Qingyang not only completely repaired the meridians, but also opened up the Zhoutian Xuanzhi. In the future, he would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

However, the biggest gain is the Yijing Jin. Although there is only half of the scriptures, it is a heaven-level martial arts after all, which is far stronger than the mysterious secret script that Chen Qingyang had practiced before. Now the strength in Chen Qingyang's body is three points stronger than the late stage of the dark energy that year. You can imagine the horror of the Yijing Jin.

Shortly after Chen Qingyang and Huang Fengming climbed the cliff and quietly left Songshan Mountain, in the ancient temple, Master Xuanku, who had no chance, slowly opened his eyes.

More than ten minutes later, Chen Qingyang and the others appeared in a small village at the foot of Songshan Mountain, and it was time for them to part.

"Grandpa Feng, are you going to go back to the Chen family?" Chen Qingyang asked.

Huang Fengming shook his head and said, "Your father had something wrong with Mobei. I need to rush over."

Chen Qingyang was slightly shocked and asked, "What's the situation? Will he be in danger if you are not by Chen Bailang's side?"

Huang Fengming looked at Chen Qingyang with a smile and asked, "Do you care about his safety?"

Chen Qingyang curled his lips and said, "I just don't want my grandmother to give her a black-haired man."

Huang Fengming smiled, but did not point it out, saying, "Don't worry, the bandits in Mobei are not qualified to put his father in danger."

Chen Qingyang shrugged and expressed his inattention. He also knew that besides Huang Fengming, a super bodyguard, there were many powerful masters around Chen Bailang, so it should be no problem to protect him.

However, Chen Bailang suddenly ran to Mobei to provoke the group of murderous bandits, which made Chen Qingyang very puzzled.

After thinking about it, he still did not ask Huang Fengming for the doubts in his heart.

"Grandpa Feng, when you see Chen Bailang, tell him, don't forget that I will be grandma's birthday in a week, so that he will have to get back no matter what." Chen Qingyang said.

It has been more than two months since the Chen family came out, and it is only one week before Grandma Chen Qingyang's birthday. He is planning to leave for the Chen family in a few days before he can celebrate the old lady's birthday.

"Okay." Huang Fengming nodded and responded.

Immediately, Chen Qingyang stole a set of clothes in a nearby village, washed his already moldy and smelly clothes, and ran straight to the airport.

After arriving at the airport, an hour and a half had passed. Chen Qingyang did not take any transportation and ran on foot.

Now that the meridians are repaired, their strength has skyrocketed to the middle stage of dark energy. Even if they run quickly for two hours, Chen Qingyang could not feel any fatigue, and even sweated a few drops. This trip to Songshan can be said to have reborn Chen Qingyang.

I bought the nearest flight ticket to fly to Haicheng. When night fell, Chen Qingyang finally arrived in Haicheng.
Chapter completed!