All said. There is no time in the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yu had been in the hermitage at the foot of Shaolin Temple for half a month.

In the past half a month, the Shaolin abbot and the monks in the temple have not sent anyone down to visit him once, as if he has left.

Only Gu Ziwen and Chu Yan called him once.

And now, Han Yu has changed from the beginning of the day when it was difficult to cut off the peach branch, to now, when he splits two knives a day, he can cut off the peach branch smoothly with one knife.

If the Shaolin monks knew about it, they would have to widen their eyes.

You know, even Nameless himself took three years to reach his level! And he has reached it in half a month.

It can also be seen that the nameless mental method cultivated by Han Yu is very powerful. Not only can it regulate the body, so that its body is like what the fat man said, as if it has become a small universe of its own, and it provides a steady stream of energy, but even his reaction and eyesight have changed qualitatively.

But Han Yu was not satisfied, he frowned slightly, cut off nearly half of the peach branches from this knife, skimmed them off raw, and said softly: "Master, it's been more than half a month, when will you teach me the Yijin Sutra......"

"You try, do you still have that tingling sensation?" Nameless smiled slightly and said lightly.

Han Yu took an extremely strange posture, and the short knife in his hand, with a slight tremble, slashed towards the half-cut peach branch on the tree.

The peach branch broke in response, and then in mid-air, it was split into three pieces again!

"Hey, really not?" Han Yu was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise.

"Amitabha, this means that your Yijin Sutra has been introduced. In the future, you just need to follow what I have taught you, practice often, and you will naturally reach the peak one day! ”

The nameless old monk smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

After the tempering of the nameless heart method, Han Yu's qualifications have surpassed the so-called genius.

is an unknown old monk, and he can't help but sigh in his heart, he is worthy of being the disciple chosen by that person!

"Really?" Han Yu hurriedly clasped his hands together and said sincerely: "The master's kindness to me for recreation, the black clothes will never dare to forget!" ”

"Now, there is still half a month to go, and the old man has no more to teach you, so he will pass on to you a trick that has been combined with my more than 100 years of working with people and participating in the Dharma!"

The nameless old monk was dressed in a white monk's robe, his hair, eyebrows, and beard were also silver-white, standing under the snowy peach tree, giving people a very clean feeling.

"Although there is only one trick, if you learn it, you can also use it to dominate the world!"

He looked at Han Yu with a smile and said, "Be careful!" ”

After saying that, his body moved violently.

Han Yu's eyes were round, his body tensed, but before he could move, he froze.

The nameless old monk didn't know when, but he was already standing behind him, two skinny fingers on his throat.

These are two fingers that can point the fat man's fist to the side!

Han Yu only felt stiff, and the hairs on his back stood up, and he was covered in cold white sweat.

It's not that he hasn't experienced death, but in this way, without a trace of resistance, he was targeted by death, but it was the first time!

"How do you feel?" The nameless old monk withdrew his hand, and then slowly walked out from behind Han Yu, staring at him quietly.

Han Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty, and paused for a while before he seemed to have just come back to his soul. He looked at the old monk with a frightened gaze, and at this time, this kind old monk was no less than death in his eyes!

Tough, absolutely tough!

So far, Han Yu has not been able to figure it out, and there are only a few people counting them one by one.

The closure of the Netherworld Society counts as one, the fat man counts as one, Uncle Nine, the shadow, and the Shaolin abbot, the white tiger who followed Tang Feng, the mysterious killer Bai Hechou, and the pig-headed masked man in Uncle Nine's mouth......

But although the pressure brought to him by these people was great, none of them could make him feel irresistible like the nameless old monk in front of him.

This is just like when he faced the cheap master who could knock him down with a slap no matter how hard he tried.

The mountains look up!

"Fear!" Han Yu gently spit out two words from his mouth.

Yes, he confessed that he was afraid, not because of death, but because of his powerlessness in the face of death! It's like an ant who sees a big foot stepping towards him, even if you try to climb hard, or try to raise your hands to stop the foot from falling, it still won't change any results.

It's just that some people choose to cower in the face of fear!

And some people choose to face it!

Han Yu obviously belonged to the latter, his eyes showed an excited look, he bowed deeply to the nameless old monk, and said, "I hope my seniors will teach me!" ”

……

A month has passed in a hurry, and although Han Yu is still the same, the spirit of the whole person has completely changed.

He is like a piece of luster jade, gathering all the brilliance.

On the body, because of the perennial fighting, the murderous aura generated by the battle has been consumed, and there is almost no shadow to be found.

On the contrary, there is a faint more elegant temperament, which should be described in literary terms, which should be called elegant.

At this time, he was still wearing a black windbreaker, strolling among the green branches and pink flowers, and the dagger in his hand gently flicked up and fell, as if playing a piano, with a rhythm, those smooth and difficult to focus on peach branches, like falling snowflakes, fell one after another.

His other hand grabbed it and threw it at the basket behind him.

It's just that sometimes, it's easy to lose a hole and fall to the ground.

By the time he had finished cutting all the peach trees, a fine layer of sweat had risen on his forehead.

A few actions that seem to be very easy require so much for the coordination of the body and consume so much of the body that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

"Hey, it's still too young!" Han Yu sighed secretly, looking at the jagged peach trees, at the peach branches falling under his feet, and at the branches with peach blossoms in the back basket, with a wry smile on his face.

This is still the dagger he used to open the blade, if it is replaced by the one in the hand of the nameless old monk, the guy who has not even opened the blade, I am afraid that he can only chop him with peach branches all over the ground.

"Amitabha, in just one month, it is already very good to have such an achievement."

The nameless old monk said softly, his voice was slightly low, and there was a hint of weakness, far less loud than when he first saw him.

However, his body is still quite straight, a pair of pure eyes, calm as if they are ancient wells, without a trace of fluctuation.

"Now that you have mastered the skills, in the future, as long as you practice diligently, you will naturally reach the realm of flowing water! Black, the one-month deadline has arrived, you and I have finished our fate, you go down the mountain! ”

"Master!" Han Yu's body trembled slightly, and there was already reluctance in his eyes: "I won't go, you said that my formation study is a mess, I can't even talk on paper, you taught me the absolute field, I also learned a fur, my pruning is a mess, I will stay for another month......"

Living with the old monk for a month is an extremely rare experience and opportunity for him who has been in the killing process for almost a year.

In his heart, he has already regarded the old monk as his second cheap master!

"Idiot!" The nameless old monk smiled slightly: "Don't you know that there is no feast in the world?" Can you let go of everything outside the mountain and stay with me, an old monk? ”

"Then let me toast you a cup of tea!" Han Yu walked over and reached out to wrap his arms around the old monk's shoulder.

Nameless smiled: "What, I can't walk?" ”

"No, I'm just afraid that you'll leave me here too fast!" Han Yuqiang laughed.

The moment he lowered his head, his eyes were red, and he blinked vigorously a few times before he raised his head again.

In fact, with his experience and mind, he stayed with the old monk for a month, how could he not see that the old monk in front of him was actually like a candle in the wind, and the limit was approaching?

When he arrived at the thatched hut at the bottom of the mountain, the nameless old monk said softly: "Help me sit down!" ”

Han Yu helped the nameless old monk to sit down on the ** where he often stayed, and then went to pick up firewood and boil water by himself.

Boil, make tea!

Pouring out a cup, Han Yu held it with both hands and raised it to the nameless old monk: "Master, please drink tea!" ”

"Hehe, it's coming, you still have to scream! Anyway, if I can have a disciple like you, my life will not be in vain! ”

The nameless old monk smiled, held the teacup in one hand, and then took out a dagger with a black sheath from the side and threw it over: "However, there is nothing for you to give as a teacher." Only this dagger was unintentionally obtained by the teacher. I'll send you to defend yourself! ”

Han Yu smiled: "Thank you, ...... teacher"

"Between us, there is only one sentence of the fate of the master, in the future, and no longer called!" As he spoke, the nameless old monk drank the tea.

Then, sitting cross-legged, with his hands folded on his legs, he solemnly recited in a solemn voice: "All appearances, that is, right and wrong, and pure faith, give birth to reality." All appearances are vain. Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be viewed as such! ”

The voice grew lower and lower, and by the time the last word came the breath was gone.

Han Yu held the tea in his hand, and the tea swayed slightly and fell into his hand. But he kept his head down, as if he didn't realize.

Behind, there was a low Sanskrit sound, Han Yu slowly put down the tea, turned around, and saw the Shaolin abbot with a monk wearing a red robe, I don't know when, came to the front of the hermitage, chanting in a low voice.

The long bell resounded again above the valley......

PS: Well, call for flowers to warm your heart......