A moment later.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the decomposition. You have received the Eight Words Formula to Beat the Dog!
"The Eight Phases of Dog Beating?"
"What the hell is this?"
Tang Yi was slightly puzzled, and his expression became strange.
[Dog Beating Eight Words Formula: The essence of martial arts derived from breaking down the dog beating stick. As it is the essence of martial arts, it is not a fixed sword technique or stick technique. Therefore, it can be used in any martial arts, such as sword technique, fist technique, leg technique... Its power is not reduced at all.]
"Martial arts essence?"
Tang Yi had a slight understanding.
The system continued,"
The Eight Phrases of Dog Beating was a divine technique. The Eight Phrases were: trip, chop, entangle, poke, pick, attract, seal, and spin. Each move was continuous, like a great river that flowed endlessly. Its power was shocking.
"Isn't this the method of beating dogs with a stick?"
After listening to the introduction, Tang Yi did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He clearly remembered that there was also an eight-word formula for the Dog Beating Stick Technique, and it was exactly the same as this one.
But thinking about it, it was different.
This was because the Dog Beating Stick Technique was just a stick technique, while this was the essence of martial arts. To put it bluntly, it was a kind of martial arts theory. It could be a sword technique, a fist technique, a leg technique, and so on.
Just this point alone was not something that the dog beating stick method could compare to.
Ding! The system has been loaded. Congratulations to the host for mastering the Eight Words Formula to Beat Dogs!
At the same time, Tang Yi seemed to have been enlightened. A lot of information appeared in his mind out of thin air. It was the method of the Eight Words Formula to beat the dog.
"Alright, it's better than nothing.”
After learning the Eight Phrases of Dog Beating, Tang Yi stretched, washed his feet, got on the bed, covered himself with a blanket, and went to sleep.
The night was silent.
The next morning.
Tang Yi and Qiao Feng were having breakfast in the lobby.
When they talked about their future plans, Qiao Feng put down his bowl and chopsticks and muttered,"
"Brother Tang, I'm really not interested in that exquisite chess game of the Deaf and Mute Valley.”
"I only want to go to my adoptive parents 'house now. I hope that the two elders can tell me who my biological parents are so that I can fulfill my filial piety as a child in my lifetime.”
Qiao Feng had gotten his revenge last night and had no worries in his heart. Now that he was alone, he wanted to find his biological parents.
"If I remember correctly, Brother Qiao's adoptive parents live at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, right?”
Tang Yi's tone was a little heavy when he mentioned Shaoshi Mountain, as if he was implying something.
"Yes."
Qiao Feng nodded. When he mentioned his home at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, he could not help but recall his carefree childhood, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.
Tang Yi said meaningfully,"
"Shaolin Temple is on Shaoshi Mountain. Brother Qiao, you might as well take a look. As far as I know, the Sutra Library at night is especially exciting.”
As long as Qiao Feng went to the Sutra Depository, he would definitely be able to find Xiao Yuanshan with his martial arts cultivation. Perhaps, he could reunite with his father in advance and fulfill his long-cherished wish.
Of course, the old thief Murong was also in the Sutra Depository. He was the one who deceived Abbot Xuan Ci back then. He was the mastermind behind the tragedy at Yanmen Pass, which caused Xiao Yuanshan's family to be destroyed.
If Qiao Feng could kill him, not only would he be able to avenge his mother, but Tang Yi would also be able to save some energy and not have to personally go to the Sutra Depository to kill people. It was really the best of both worlds.
"Scriptures Depository?"
"An unexpected gain?"
A mist appeared in Qiao Feng's eyes, and he didn't understand what he meant.
However, on second thought, since Brother Tang mentioned this place, there must be a deeper meaning. With my martial arts, it's not difficult to explore Shaolin at night. I might as well go to the Sutra Library to take a look.
"Alright, this Qiao will remember the matter regarding the Scripture Depository.”
Qiao Feng smiled and lowered his head to eat.
Tang Yi ate two pieces of flatbread and drank a bowl of gruel. His stomach was slightly bulging. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and got up to cup his fists.
"Brother Qiao, you're going north to Shaolin, and I'm going south to Deaf and Mute Valley. Let's part ways here.”
"Brother Tang, take care!"
Qiao Feng cupped his fists and watched Tang Yi leave.
In Gusu City, he was quite pleased to have the chance to meet a young hero like Tang Yi.
Although he was reluctant to part, he didn't have the attitude of a mother. Instead, he was heroic. A word of care was worth a thousand words, showing the heroic nature of a man.
"Giddyup!"
Tang Yi got on his horse and started his journey.
The white horse trod on the autumn wind and galloped all the way south. After just a day, it had left Gusu City a hundred miles away and arrived at the beautiful land of Ba Shu.
"If the map on this invitation card is correct, after crossing this bridge is Qingcheng Mountain, and further ahead is Deaf and Mute Valley.”
Tang Yi rode his horse slowly and looked at the map carefully.
Half a cup of tea later, the white horse stopped in front of a large river. The river was flowing rapidly, and a rainbow bridge crossed the river, connecting the two sides of the river.
This bridge was the only way.
If you want to go to the Deaf Valley, you have to cross the bridge.
It was fine if you didn't want to cross the bridge, unless you had the ability to ride the clouds and fly over. Either you have enough patience and are willing to go around the 300-mile Qingcheng Mountain.
"I haven't heard any news about Murong Fu on the way here, so he's probably behind me. There's a tea shed under the bridge, so I might as well go and wait.”
After thinking for a moment, Tang Yi walked to the tea shed and sat in an empty seat.
The purpose of his trip to the Deaf and Mute Valley was to kill Murong Fu and the exquisite chess game.
"Hmm? There are so many people in the martial world?"
While the tea boss was making tea, Tang Yi's gaze swept across the tea shed.
The tea shed wasn't big. It was surrounded by straw mats on all sides. A few wooden tables were placed inside, and tea bowls and teapots were placed. The door could be opened to welcome guests.
But it was this small tea shed.
There were actually three groups of people.
The first group consisted of a dozen or so strong men who shouted as they drank tea. The leader was a man with rosacea and his weapon was a tiger head machete on the table.
The second group consisted of four young men. They were dressed in green Daoist robes and were all armed with long swords. They spoke in the Sichuan dialect and looked down on everyone as they pointed at the group with rosacea.
There were only two people in the third wave, an old white-browed monk and a young monk. The old white-browed monk was merciful and solemn, while the young monk was dull and unattractive.
"This pair of monks…"
Tang Yi automatically ignored the others and focused on the old man and the young man.
Among the people present, the person with the highest cultivation was the white-browed old monk. He was at least at the peak of the Xiantian Realm. He might even be a grandmaster. After all, Shaolin masters were hidden.
The young monk might not have a good appearance, but he was definitely not an ordinary person since he could make the white-browed old monk stay by his side.
"Xuzhu, let's set off. If we can reach Deaf and Mute Valley a moment earlier, we can detoxify the poison a moment earlier. Amitabha.”
"Yes, Martial Granduncle."
An old man and a young man stood up to pay the bill and walked out.
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