in this world. There are two fingers that can block the fat man's powerful fist?

In this world, there are two fingers that can turn his body?

If so, what kind of fingers does it have to be?

Han Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed into a thin line, staring at the two stubbornly, slightly old, plain fingers, as if a ** was staring at a beautiful woman, unable to take his eyes off it.

Hu Lai's eyebrows also raised, and a look of doubt and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

It seemed that he had guessed who the owner of the finger was, but reason told him that it was impossible!

That's why his expression is so entangled, as if he is constipated!

If he knew that the fat man had smashed Zhuang Jin's house with one punch, he was afraid that it would be even more shocking.

Not to mention a person, even a stone, it is difficult to withstand his sandbowl-like fists, these two fingers, are they harder than stones?

"Hades' black handprint?"

As if electrocuted, the fat man jumped two meters away.

He stared closely at the peach blossom tree, his eyes widened, his hair was open, and the rocks on his arms were like muscles, and they were even more tangled.

The fat man's face was a serious look: "Today, I, the kidney fighter fat man, will challenge you in the name of the guardian of the universe!" ”

"Lushan, Qianlongba!" The fat man suddenly let out a loud shout, and his body rushed out again.

Unspeakably, he shook his fist and smashed it over.

At this moment, behind the peach tree, an old monk came out.

I saw that his beard and hair were all white, his face was ruddy, and his eyes were as clear as the water of a cold pool. He was wearing a moon-white ordinary monk's robe, with bound feet on his legs and a pair of linen monk shoes underneath.

Behind him, there was a small basket on his back, in which there were many branches.

Looking at his appearance, this old monk is at least eighty years old, but listening to his voice just now, many middle-aged people are ashamed of themselves.

In his hand, he was holding an ordinary knife.

The knife was only about a foot long, and it was pitch black. Although he was talking to everyone, the movements of his hands did not stop.

The knife kept dancing, and one by one the tree bars fell, and his other free hand caught it in mid-air and threw it into the back basket.

Cut one branch with a knife, pick one with the other hand, and throw one branch at the back basket.

No matter where you speak, when you turn around, there is no stagnation.

His speed is not fast, but it gives an extremely pleasing feeling.

It was as if it were not a man making a move, but the branches, all of which fell off their own and fell into the basket, as if they were the wind in the woods, and as smooth as the water of the stream.

Harmonious!

In Han Yu's mind, he couldn't help but think of such a word, yes, harmony, every move of this old monk seemed to be integrated into the surrounding environment, without any abruptness.

At this moment, the fat man's fist carried a destructive force, as if he wanted to destroy this harmony. kept rushing towards the old monk.

"Stop!" Han Yu hurriedly burst into tears, and his body quickly pounced at the same time, but it was already too late.

The fat man probably thought that his duty as a kidney fighter had finally come into play, and he had already used all his strength this time. The fluttering fist, as if it was a storm, struck at the old monk.

At this time, the monk had his back to him and continued to prune.

He was still raising his hand, dancing with his knife, twisting his body, and moving, as if he was strolling leisurely, but the fat man's fist, which was faster than the galloping horse, fell into the empty space so inexplicably, and he didn't even touch the back basket behind him.

The old monk's movements were not fast, but they were always just right, as if the fat man's every move was known by him in advance.

The feeling of being so far off is almost overwhelming!

Han Yu wanted to reach out and pull the old monk, but he also stopped at this time.

He looked at the fat man dumbfounded, and in an instant, he threw out forty or fifty punches.

Then, like this, the old monk cut the branches from east to west, and walked from his fist to the other side of the peach tree in a grand and inexplicable manner.

The fat man fought alone for a long time, and suddenly saw the old monk just walk out from under his fist. It felt as if he was deliberately cooperating with the other party, and he couldn't help but look frustrated and helpless.

He turned his head to look at Han Yu: "Big brother, I can't beat him, what should I do?" ”

Han Yu was full of black lines, so he hurriedly took two steps forward quickly, and dragged the fat man back two steps.

The fat man's face was already slightly sweaty, and he didn't know if he was tired or scared. It was the first time Han Yu had seen him so embarrassed since he saw him.

Damn, is this old monk a human or a ghost?

Rao is Han Yu has always been bold, and he couldn't help but secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva, his face full of fear.

If this old monk suddenly turns his face, then the three of them are afraid that they will all have to stay here!

Fortunately, Hu Lai's reaction dispelled the concerns in his heart. I saw him walking up quickly, a little hesitant, and a little frightened: "I've seen nothing, no nameless uncle and ancestor." ”

"Down from the mountain?" The old monk smiled and continued to prune.

Hu Lai nodded: "Yes!" Then he had some resentment, and said with some sighs: "Unexpectedly, Uncle Shi's martial arts have reached the legendary supreme realm of controlling people with qi." ”

"If it weren't for the fact that my nephew took the guests up the mountain this time, I'm afraid that I would have been kept in the dark until now!"

"Resist people with qi, don't you still have to control them? The flesh is just a skin, and it is difficult for the raft to survive, so it is better to give it up. You know, the root of all suffering in the world is in the being, not in the none. If there is none, what is the dispute, what anger, what resentment? The old monk's voice was still like Huang Zhong Dalu, steady as usual.

His hands were still repeating the process of unhurriedly pruning, catching, and throwing back.

Hu Lai smiled bitterly: "Uncle Shi taught me. ”

Han Yu hurriedly took a step forward, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully with unprecedented care: "Amitabha, my brother, is reckless and ignorant, and has frightened the seniors, please forgive me!" ”

"Hehe, my heart is carefree, I have no fear of life and death, so why should I be frightened?" The old monk smiled indifferently, free and easy, and said, got up with his hands together and got busy.

"Yes, the seniors are outsiders, open-minded, unrestrained, and the younger generations are in love." Han Yu was busy laughing.

In his heart, he was secretly glad that he had done a lot of homework these days, and he could still do some of the words that the monks loved to hear.

At this time, Han Yu had already guessed the identity of this old monk, he was the owner of the thatched hut just under the mountain, Hu Lai's uncle, the uncle of the abbot, and the deacon monk who was responsible for pruning the fruit trees in the mountain orchard in front of the Shaolin Temple.

Han Yu stared at the old monk's hands quietly, faintly touching, as if there was a voice in his mind that wanted to come out, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything.

That feeling is enough to drive people crazy.

Therefore, he couldn't help but tighten his brows, but his eyes narrowed more and more, and in the end, he simply closed them directly.

"What do you see?" The nameless pruning monk waved the knife in his hand lightly, and a peach branch as thick as a finger fell. This peach branch does not have a flower bone. The branches that he cut off were likewise none.

Among these branches and vines, to find such branches and keep this rhythm open all the time, it can only show that the old monk's eyesight has reached a terrifying realm.

Hearing his question, Hu Lai turned his head to look at Han Yu. He also knew that Uncle Shi was not asking him.

Han Yu's eyes were still closed, and two words were gently spit out in his mouth: "Rhythm!" ”

"What's the rhythm?" The nameless pruning monk asked again.

Han Yu thought about it: "Speed, strength, skill, eyesight, perfect fusion." ”

"And what is perfection?" Nameless continued to ask.

Han Yu was stunned and opened his eyes suddenly, yes, what is perfection? Is there really perfection in this world?

"Look again!" The nameless old monk said lightly.

Han Yu continued to look intently, and gradually, he found that everything in this world was gone, there was only that peach tree, and that pair of hands, a knife, and a peach branch.

He noticed that the knife had gently swung on the peach branch as it fell. The trembling of the peach branch itself, the strength and speed of the knife itself, and even the wind around it all acted on the point where the knife and the peach branch intersected.

"What did you see this time?" The old monk's voice rang out, as if it was in the sky, and it seemed to be in his ears.

"Hands!"

"The children can be taught!" The old monk laughed, suddenly stopped his movements, looked at Han Yu and asked with a smile, "Are you willing to try?" ”

Han Yu also smiled: "I have a long life, I don't dare to resign!" ”

As he spoke, he respectfully took the knife in the old monk's hand with both hands, and when he got it in his hand, he found that this knife, except that it was not bladed, was an ordinary knife at all.

He waved it lightly, felt the weight of the knife, and then, following the example of the old monk, with a flick of his wrist, the knife turned into a streamer and landed on the peach branch unhurriedly.

The peach branch trembled slightly, leaving only a white spot where it had been cut, and then jumped and dodged. It stood on the branches, swaying slightly, as if mocking Han Yu.

Han Yu's brows twisted slightly, his hand accelerated, the knife was much faster than just now, and it slashed at the peach branch with a whin. As a result, Momozhi couldn't slip his hand, and as his knife bent around, it actually slipped up from the other side of the knife.

Obviously, if the speed is too large, the peach branch itself is soft, and the knife itself is not sharp enough, the peach branch will not be stressed at all.

Han Yu's brows gradually tightened, and the long knife in his hand slashed out again, and his strength increased.

Split again, and it's small again.

Split ...... again

The shadow of the knife flew, and in the end, Han Yu finally chopped off the peach branch, but it was not cut off, but torn off alive.

Han Yu's old face was hot, to be honest, he knew that it was not easy to cut this peach branch. However, seeing the old monk's movements as if he was flowing smoothly, he felt that even if this thing was difficult, it would not be difficult.

It wasn't until he started on his own that he realized that although he thought he was already very modest, he didn't want to be high-eyed.

Hu Lai couldn't help but snicker beside him, Han Yubai glanced at him, and poked the knife in his hand at him: "Why don't you try?" ”

Hu Lai waved his hand again and again: "Don't be, when I used to come to play with my uncle, I tried to cut this thing a lot, but I didn't succeed once." These peach trees, at the age of existence, may have been grown by their uncles and ancestors, and they have already become essences. I can't wait. ”