?? For this dream, Masaki resolutely did push-ups on the ground of iron slag, iron slag hurt his palm, endured, iron slag pierced his palm, he also endured, countless hardships and hardships, so that Masaki for the first time inexplicably came up with some strange thoughts, I don't know when a great army crossed the grassland, is it the same so hard, and the safe and happy life of himself and everyone is also these people with their endless suffering and training in exchange!

In the next ten days, Masaki almost spent under such hard training, boring training has occupied all his life, his body gradually adapts to such training, his strength has increased and is not at the same level as before, and his face has become dark and translucent because of the long exposure to the sun. Fastest updates

His previously thin body began to be a little ringed, and his abdominal muscles became more angular.

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?? As in the past, all the warrior monks trained by Jiewu stood in front of Jiewu in line, listening to his instructions today, seeing that such a high-intensity training for nearly half a month not only did not drag down the political discipline, but made him stronger.

"Today, the wind is beautiful, the weather is cool, the blue sky is cloudless, and the big white clouds are hanging high in the sky like a palace, we are in a good mood, standing under this scorching sun, not afraid of the wind, not afraid of the rain..."

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?? No matter how he pondered it, he always felt that the opening remarks of this martial arts recitation were like the beginning of a student's essay, but there was no way to pursue it, everyone knew that this warrior monk instructor had no culture and no pursuit, no lofty life ambitions and ideals, and was narrow-minded and useless.

Fortunately, Zhengji is also used to it, no matter how hard he trains, he will survive by gritting his teeth, and his physical fitness is his biggest dependence.

"The purpose of our martial arts learning is not to strengthen the body! Not to promote culture! but to kill, in order to kill with one blow, you don't have a surprised expression, you know, this is not Shaolin Temple, this is Zen Temple, you want to learn the kind of soft martial arts that leave your hands everywhere, then you can only die on the battlefield!"?? Jiewu paused.

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"You may have friends, relatives, lovers, but since you were elected to the Zen Temple, you are not people, you are warriors, we are in the Meditation Temple, we are a special force, we learn the skills of killing people and the ability to survive, on the battlefield, either you kill the enemy, or the enemy kills you, in the field of hand-to-hand combat, we Zen Temple has mastered the ancient and effective fighting technology, and at the same time has the most advanced and practical skills, which can be the crown of martial arts, "The voice of martial arts is a little louder," However, we can't defeat a powerful enemy by skill alone, we also need a strong attack power, as well as the infinite resistance of the body! Only with these, we can survive countless battles, and it is the instinct of human beings, and it is also the goal that you will pursue together!"

Zhengji suddenly realized, it turned out that he couldn't win against those people just by beating before, one is skill, the second is attack power, and the third is his own defense power, as well as the ability to resist hits.

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"Now, let's start to divide into groups, work in pairs, fight freely, and knock each other down, I warn you, don't keep your hands, now is the battlefield, you have to attack with all your might, if you are defeated, don't think about going to eat today, just punish the defeated!"

?? Zhengji suddenly realized again, and finally knew what he wanted to do to himself, no wonder he saw the smile on the corner of his mouth before he started training today, and he had a disgusting expression, it turned out that he wanted to borrow someone else's hand and clean himself up, this martial arts was really obscene.

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A group of warrior monks each opened their positions, and there were already three people vying to compete for political discipline, after all, persimmons have to be soft.

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Masaki began to be pulled around by three people, followed by four, five... More and more people are holding the stars of politics and discipline in the center of the crowd like the moon, making him feel as if he has returned to the years of stardom.

?? Zhengji watched them pull himself around, and simply didn't care about him, happy to go with the flow. Anyway, no matter who picks him in the end, only he is unlucky, these warrior monks who train with him, no matter how powerful they are, they are afraid that they will be deflated if they encounter an immortal strong like themselves, as long as this is the case, they have nothing to worry about.

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It's a martial arts monk, who wants to fix himself, I'm afraid he will be the one who will be surprised in the end!

?? Jiewu saw that Zhengji had been surrounded by the crowd, and he didn't expect Zhengji to be so tight for a while, like a hot-selling convenience product.

?? He had no choice but to comply with the demands of the public, sacrifice a political discipline, and appease the wishes of all the **, and he would not suffer a loss in the calculation, so he puffed up his breath and shouted at the crowd: "Okay, many people can choose one person at the same time, but the corresponding rules are also there, and they are also fair, the one who wins can eat the meal of the defeated ones, and the group of people who lose can not think about eating!"

It's really a bandit's act, Masaki said silently in his heart.

In the next second, Masaki was drowned out by fists and kicks.

Zhengji was carried back, and when he passed by Jiewu, he could still see the smug expression on his face, Zhengji gritted his teeth and swallowed this breath, you unscrupulous and low-character dead monk, laugh as much as you like now, there will always be a time for you to cry!

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A group of warrior monks kicked and beat on Zhengji's body, in fact, it didn't cause any substantial damage, first, because this group of warrior monks is also new to the door, has not experienced strict training, or is at the head of basic training like Zhengji, and their start naturally leaves room for it, and second, it is the physical reason of Zhengji, his recovery has reached an inhuman level, he has even tested, even if he is stabbed by a knife, he will recover in a few seconds, he seems to have become a Wolverine.

And this caused trouble, and in order not to attract attention, he even had to find ways to create some bruises and wounds.

In the dead of night, there was a thunderous snoring sound in the entire dormitory where all their new warrior monks were arranged, and some birdsong heard through the snoring sound into his ears at a unique frequency, so that his heart had already traveled through the time machine, reliving the past days one by one.

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Outside the window, some shadows of trees swayed back and forth, the shadows were sufficient, and the gentle moonlight shone out of the low room, and the white skin sprinkled into the window, which inexplicably made Zhengji feel sad.

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Suddenly, a figure flashed by the window, and Masaki's pupils suddenly increased, and his whole body tensed up with alertness, and when he saw the person clearly, his tense body relaxed again.

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A chubby face with a gentle smile was the same Jiekong who brought Zhengji to Jiewu a month ago, and now he was outside the window, greeting him cordially, and motioning for him to come out.

?? Masaki tiptoed through the gaps in the arms and limbs of some sleeping warrior monks on the ground, like tires, and pulled out of the crowd, gently opened the door, and walked out.

"Uncle Jiekong, how could it be you!" In this Zen Temple, the closest person to Zhengji may be the monk in front of him and the monk in the canteen.

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Jiekong was dressed in a wide monk's robe, sprinkled with a layer of white light in the moonlit night, and some nights the wind gradually reverberated down, agitating the corners of his clothes.

?? Jiekong turned to look at Zhengji in front of him, his eyes were full of approval, he stretched out his wide hands, pinched Zhengji's shoulders, and patted on his abdomen and chest, unable to hide the relief in his heart, "I can't see it, but in a month, Guiyi has become so strong!"

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"Didn't I tell you that I want to become the number one master of Zen Xiji Temple and become the successor of Zen Buddhism!

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Jiekong patted Zhengji on the shoulder vigorously, "You are very good! This month, I have all your performances in my eyes, and the most rare thing is that you are under all kinds of difficulties in quitting martial arts, and you look unyielding, good son!"

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"This month, all my ...... ......Do you see it in your eyes?" Zhengji was a little stunned, he didn't expect that he had thought that no one would pay attention to him at all, no one cared about him, and when the master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in front of him didn't know where he went, he still had a pair of eyes, observing himself from a corner that he couldn't see, and caring about himself.

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"Hmm!" "Your actual combat fighting ability is too weak, and if you continue like this, your entry into the realm will be really slow, so I decided to teach you some martial arts that you can only learn when you enter the Dharma Hall in the Zen Temple in the middle of the night!"

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In the past month, he has been doing the most basic training under the hands of the martial arts, and there is no semi-martial arts involved, and now there are precepts to teach each other, and naturally grind his fists, but Zheng Ji really doesn't know what this Dharma Hall refers to in the Zen Temple, and there are too many conflicts between the common sense in the Zen Temple and the common sense he usually accepts. So he asked, "What is the Dharma Hall where you are?"

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