"Ah...... It's unpalatable...... That porridge was as hard to swallow as hellish swamp...... It's unpalatable!"

Jianming finally swallowed the last piece of boiled radish in the bowl, as we all know, if the amount of white radish is not controlled well, the soup boiled out is very bitter, it can be said to be a medicinal herb.

"Amitabha, so you know why I gobbled up fried chicken so much, right? There are still such delicious things in the world, sometimes I really wonder, is the Buddha mistaken, or is it the duty of us monks to endure hardships?"

Jianming stood in front of the temple gate and looked up at the sunset and the clouds in the sky, as if it was about to rain.

"I don't understand the big truth, but I think that people live in the world, their own minds are still the most important, don't care about those details, don't think too much. ”

"Well, goodbye then, I'm free to play, although I don't have much fun either. ”

"Okay, I'll wrestle with you another day. ”

In this way, Jianming left the temple and embarked on the mountain path home.

At night, Jianming walked on the path down the mountain, and there were occasionally a few Jizo Buddha statues on the side of the road.

their own mind...... Hey, I don't want to think about it that much, just go with the flow.

A few drops of rain fell from the sky, the humid air mixed with the smell of grass and trees in the mountains, and Jianming breathed the fresh air freely. Although he didn't bring an umbrella.

There was a man standing on the path, facing Jianming sideways. The person wears a thick trench coat.

How could there be people in this place at this time? Jianming wanted to ignore that strange person. But just as they were closer......

The man scrambled over, faced Jianming, and opened his mouth.

"Little brother, do you believe in gods and Buddhas?"

Jianming heard his grandfather say that some people would suddenly talk to people they didn't know on the street and promote their gods to them...... Remember calling it a missionary?

Jianming ignored it and continued to walk forward. It's a waste of time to talk to this kind of person, and it's starting to rain, and he wants to go back early.

The man in the trench coat ignored Jianming's indifference and continued, "I don't believe it. ”

"I don't believe that there are gods in this world, and if they really exist, why didn't they help the people who were suffering, why didn't they worship and pray, and offer all to them?"

"If there really is a god in the world, I will curse them, I will destroy them, I will drive them out of this world. ”

Reading between the lines, this man doesn't seem to be a missionary, so who is he? It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with Jianming anyway.

"I don't care. After saying that, he continued to walk forward without looking back.

He suddenly felt an extremely concentrated consciousness on the back of his neck, urging him to dodge quickly, otherwise unimaginable consequences would occur. Jianming instinctively stepped forward.

The road down the mountain was a little bumpy, and Jianming almost pounced. Looking back......

It was a needle, a silver needle so thin that it was almost invisible, pinched in Liu Xin's hand, just at the position of Jianming's neck.

The expression on Liu Xin's face was not doubt, but a smile.

"It's so strange, I obviously hide my breath, why can I detect it?"

"I'm just going to ask...... Why is it that people can hide their breath when they are alive......?"

On the contrary, the expression on Jianming's face was full of doubt.

"Oh, don't you call me despicable for sneak attacks?"

"Warriors, don't make irresponsible remarks about raids!"

Jianming was ready for battle. Since the goal of the person in front of him is himself, there is nothing to say.

What kind of martial artist, how can this kind of thing, which has been eliminated by the times in a greenhouse environment, be compared with us actual combatants? Performing on the stage where the gong is played, being shouted to stop by a person wearing a black and white striped costume, not chasing the opponent who has fallen to the ground, not killing the opponent, and not being killed by the other party, wearing protective gear and gloves to test skills, and throwing punches and kicks at inanimate things, can this kind of thing be called martial arts? In our world, this kind of thing is simply ......

"Vulnerable. ”

The rain is still very small, Jianming standing below, Liu Xin standing above, the battle is about to break out.

The first to act, is the following Jianming, the rain on the face has a little more weight, Jianming lowers the upper body, legs step on the stone steps, straight up, this posture can convert the gravity of the upper body sinking into power, but it requires extremely strong lower body support, once the conditions are met, the speed is unparalleled.

With an unpleasant downward gaze and everything in his eyes, how would he attack? What angle would it be?

Liu Xin silently predicted Jianming's actions, which was not difficult for him who had experienced a hundred battles.

Between the lightning and flint, Jianming has rushed to Liu Xin's face!

The result was somewhat unexpected.

Jianming, who was originally sprinting down with his upper body, suddenly raised, followed by extremely heavy leg moves.

In Liu Xin's prediction, this is definitely an accident within an accident, because among the master's moves, there are few leg moves, and the raised leg will bring huge flaws to himself, which will bring a long reaction time to the opponent, and the leg move is too harsh, if it is not just the right power point, the power will be greatly reduced.

Liu Xin knows the knowledge, how can Jianming, who has been practicing martial arts for more than 20 years, not know?

Jianming knew that the mantra of kicking low but not knee, high kicking but not waist, grandpa didn't know how many times he had said it in his ear, but it was in this situation that he should have made this move.

Middle!

A side kick with a sprint speed from the bottom to the top has hit Liu Xin hard at this time.

Did he resist it? He didn't have any special abilities, he was just a human being, could he resist Jianming's leg?

Yes, the scene in front of us tells us that absolutely can! This Liu Xin is not an ordinary person!

Seeing that the shark hand was squatting in a horse step, his fists above his temples, he had firmly blocked Jianming's legs.

"How could it be?" Jianming didn't understand the status quo a little, but after that, he quickly understood.

"There is something, look at the touch...... It should be a steel bar. ”

"What? Do you want to make an irresponsible statement about this?"

This time it was Liu Xin's turn to make a move, and as soon as the arms in front of him went up, the left fist had fallen, and the right fist had come out!

...... boxing? No, Jianming has some recognition of this boxing move.

Liu Xin was still squatting deeply, but his fists had reached Jianming's face with the twisting of his waist.

Withdraw?

"I'm X your mother before you retreat!"

Jianming took a step sideways, seeing that the fists were surging, he didn't dare to grab them for a while, he just pushed them away and wanted to follow Liu Xin's armpits.

Liu Xin was not affected by Jianming's words, his fist was retracted, his left elbow swung back, his right arm fell, his horse stepped sharply, and his back and shoulders slammed into Jianming.

Pound, Jianming was hit, but he was not too seriously injured, and only took two or three steps back.