On the second day after receiving the Vajra Divine Skill, Wan Yankang felt that he was a little too full of words in front of the abbot......

After finishing the morning class, Yan Kang was summoned by Tianwu to a quiet room, and after taking off his coat, he was wrapped in a soft cloth by Tianwu.

When wrapping it around his neck, Tianwu hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to wrap it up, and finally wrapped Wan Yankang into a human meat dumpling, leaving only two nostrils to breathe and two eyes exposed.

After doing all this, Tianwu shouted: "Come in." ”

Two little monks walked in outside the door. Wan Yankang can be regarded as acquaintances at first glance, Juexi and his younger brother, but what are these two people doing with a wooden stick?

Juexi and another little monk looked at the carefree little uncle who was wrapped in zongzi, a little apprehensive, picked up the wooden stick, but did not dare to do it.

Wan Yankang looked at this posture, as if something was wrong, but his mouth was sealed, and he couldn't speak, so he only waved his hand there, wanting Tianwu not to mess around.

Tianwu coughed: "This is to help your uncle practice, don't think too much, let's start!" ”

Hearing this, Juexi saluted Wan Yankang with a single palm and said, "Uncle Shi, I'm offended." After speaking, he took a wooden stick and beckoned to Wan Yankang.

With a snap, Juexi landed on Wan Yankang's upper arm, Wan Yankang was in pain, screamed, and immediately jumped away.

Tianwu raised his face and said: "I just said yesterday that a little hard work is nothing, and today this practice has just begun, so I can't retreat!" ”

Wan Yankang had no choice but to close his eyes, walk back to the front, and take the initiative to be beaten.

"Ahh

"Juexi, it's heavy, it's heavy!"

"Uncle Shi, I'm sorry!"

"Ahh

"Juexi, slap your face lightly!"

"Uncle Shi, I'm sorry!"

"Ahh

"Juexi, your uncle hasn't practiced in that place yet, so you can't fight!"

"Uncle Shi, I'm sorry!"

The practice of King Kong is not bad, and at the beginning, it is the same as that of the iron cloth shirt and the golden bell jar, and it is necessary to use stupid methods to exercise the ability to resist attacks by external force. This hard technique is not unique to Shaolin, and it is also spread on the rivers and lakes. This Shaolin iron cloth shirt and golden bell jar can stand out from the crowd in hard work, thanks to the subtleties that Shaolin has pondered over hundreds of years, as well as special ointments.

After being beaten, Wan Yankang only felt pain everywhere in his body, as if he had fallen apart. Finally, he has a strong temperament, and he holds his breath in his chest and does not want to fall, so as not to be embarrassed.

After the beating, Tianwu untied the cloth belt for the little apprentice, only to see that Yan Kang was soaked all over his body, obviously the pain was unbearable. Tianwu secretly praised in his heart, and quickly carried the villain into the pre-prepared medicine barrel, and at the same time called Juexi and the two to go out first.

Wan Yankang was already a little groggy from pain, his eyes were not wide open, and as soon as he was put into the bucket and soaked in the potion, the injuries all over his body were stimulated and trembling in pain, and he was about to struggle to climb out of the bucket.

Tianwu stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of Wan Yankang's head, and said in a deep voice: "Hug Yuan Shouyi, visualize the artistic conception of immovable King Kong, the qi starts from the soles of the feet, the spring turns to the Ran Valley, the Ran Valley turns to Taixi, and the Taixi turns to the big bell......

Wan Yankang almost lost consciousness in pain, but fortunately there was still a trace of clarity, knowing that Tianwu was passing on the luck line of the divine skill. At this time, he couldn't imagine anything that didn't move King Kong, and he mobilized his internal force with all his strength to slowly spread according to what Tianwu said.

Wan Yankang seemed to be in the midst of chaos, only to hear Tianwu's voice from time to time, and the pain up and down his body hit in waves, fortunately, where the internal force runs, the pain will be reduced a little, but it will bring a little numbness.

I don't know how long it took, Tianwu's voice stopped, Wan Yankang's internal strength just turned to the place of weakness, and the soreness in his body also dropped to a bearable level, he opened his eyes, only to see Tianwu smiling at himself.

Wan Yankang suddenly blessed his soul, knowing that the first level of this magic skill was passed, he stood up in the bucket, and said sincerely: "Don't worry about it, thank you for the cultivation!" ”

Tianwu stretched out his hand to support Wan Yankang's armpit, gently lifted him out of the wooden barrel, patted his little bald head, and said with satisfaction: "At first, I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to stand this pain, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." ”

Wan Yankang endured the pain and asked miserably: "Master, how long will it take to be beaten like this!" ”

Tianwu pondered for a moment and said: "If you practice iron cloth shirts and golden bell jars, it will take at least three years to achieve success, and this King Kong is not bad for divine skills, so you can't be sure." This cultivation of divine skills, how can you have to have a divine skill! ”

Wan Yankang had a bitter face, which clearly means that three years of beating is not enough. At this moment, Wan Yankang almost had the idea of giving up, but he was strong in nature, and he dispelled this idea after a slight waver.

Others are trying their best to get in, and they have to enter Baoshan, can't they abandon it!

No pain, no gain. Many people understand this truth, but many people can't persevere in the process of enduring hardships and choose to give up on themselves.

Wan Yankang thought of the tragic situation he might face in the future, and knew that he had to persist no matter what, and it was impossible to retreat from difficulties!

Endured the pain all over his body and returned to his meditation room, Wan Yankang closed the doors and windows tightly, took out the Lenga Sutra and studied it.

Jiuyang Shengong is in hand, but it is not so simple to get started, and the practice of any internal skill has its specific line of qi and mantras. Wan Yankang has been practicing Quanzhen internal skills for many years, and his body instincts have been formed between sitting, walking, and breathing, and it is more difficult to practice this Jiuyang Divine Skill than people who have never learned internal skills.

After Yan Kang read the first volume of Jiuyang Divine Skill, he had already run this technique countless times in his mind before he began to change his divine skill.

At the beginning, according to the Jiuyang Divine Skill's exercise route, Wan Yankang always felt that it was twisted, and from time to time the internal force ran and ran to the Qi route of the Quanzhen Dao Song. If it weren't for the peace and tranquility in Quanzhen's internal strength, which would not conflict with any internal strength, Wan Yankang would have gone mad several times.

Wan Yankang was beaten in the morning, practiced King Kong is not bad magic skills, and practiced Jiuyang magic skills in the room in the morning and evening. It took him half a month before he was completely familiar with the operation line of the Jiuyang Divine Skill, and the Quanzhen internal force he had practiced before gradually turned into a new Jiuyang True Qi.

Tianwu helped Yan Kang practice every day, and seemed to find that there were some changes in Yan Kang's body, his daily breath became thicker and thicker, and his sitting, standing and walking were also a little different from before.

Tianwu didn't doubt him, he just thought that it was caused by Wan Yankang's practice of this King Kong not bad magic skill, and he said in his heart that this apprentice was progressing so fast, but unfortunately he was not a true monk, otherwise he would definitely be the successor of Shaolin's mantle.

Wan Yankang felt that his skills were growing every day, and he was always happy in his heart. It's just that although the internal strength is growing, the pain is still not abated when he is beaten every day.

Every few days, Tianwu saw that Yan Kang's ability to resist fighting seemed to have increased, so he asked Juexi and the others to increase their strength to maintain the practice speed of this good apprentice.

Tianwu accompanied him to practice for a month, and seeing that he had mastered the first practice method of Yan Kang's King Kong Divine Skill, he instructed Juexi and the two to accompany Yan Kang to practice, and the brewing medicine could also be stopped.

Wan Yankang asked in surprise: "Master, if you don't come, it's okay, why has this medicine stopped, how can this kung fu be practiced!" ”

Tianwu said angrily: "Do you know how much this boiled medicinal material is worth?" ”

Wan Yankang said honestly: "I don't know. ”

"The medicinal herb itself alone costs ten taels of silver for a bucket, which is not counting the manpower and material resources required to boil the medicine. That is, it is too difficult to get started with this kung fu you practice, so the abbot specially instructed that you can use this prescription to assist in practice. If I practice like this in Shaolin, not to mention anything else, after a month, all the monks in the temple will have to drink the northwest wind! ”

Wan Yankang hurriedly expressed his position, scolded himself first, and said that he immediately went down the mountain to get money to honor his teacher.

Tianwu patted Yan Kang's head and scolded with a smile: "What filial piety to the master, what is the use of the master asking me for money, even if you take the money, you will contribute it to the temple." But in the future, apprentice, you donate some incense money to the temple, and you can only use ordinary ointment for medicine in the future, hundreds of disciples in Shaolin, you can't be so special because you are alone. ”

Wan Yankang didn't care much about Tianwu, since he was ordered to go down the mountain again, the gluttonous worms in his stomach rose again, and he didn't want to stay for a moment. It's just that before leaving, he saw Juexi and the two of them smiling, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Wan Yankang went to the restaurant where Wu Shiman and the others lived before, and learned that Wu Shiman and the others had set up a shop in the town, opened for business, and changed the name to Hexi Liquor Store, and the business was the same as in the past.

After Yan Kang found the store opened by Wu Shiman, he originally thought that it must be a hot business with Zhongdu, but he didn't know that the store was empty and there were few customers. After seeing Yan Kang come in, Ma Si hurriedly called Wu Shiman out of the back kitchen to greet him.

Although the shop is not big, Wu Shiman and the others still came out of a special compartment, expecting their young master to come down the mountain from time to time to make a tooth sacrifice.

Wu Shiman led Wan Yankang to the compartment, and then called Xiao Er Mali to bring some meat.

For the rest of the month, Wan Yankang's skills have grown, but the amount of food has grown faster. At the beginning, Yan Kang's two big steamed buns per meal were enough, but after a while, his meal volume had risen to four or five steamed buns. Fortunately, Wan Yankang is a wordless person, and he is the first disciple, and the fat monk in charge of the canteen is still open to him. can be a vegetarian, and the little prince's stomach has already rebelled. But there is no way, firstly, the temple rules are not allowed to go down the mountain often, and secondly, in the early stage of practice, Wan Yankang was beaten every day with a blue nose and swollen face, and he walked like a fly on weekdays, so he was afraid of being embarrassed to see acquaintances asking.

Even when the sun came down, his face was still a little bruised.

Ma Si was careful, and after seeing that Yan Kang seemed to have a wound on his face, he asked a few words of concern.

After Yan Kang, where can he take care of chatting at this time, grabbing a plate of big meat is a good meal, and after a while, he has eaten three plates of big meat before he stops satisfied.

Wu Shiman and the others were dumbfounded, looking at Yan Kang's stomach obviously round into a ball, for fear that he would accidentally burst.

After Yan Kang drank two sips of tea, rinsed his mouth, and took a towel to wipe his hands and face, he chatted with Wu Shiman and the two about the recent news.

After learning that Yan Kang had gone down the mountain to get the money, Wu Shiman grinned: "It's also a coincidence, it just so happened that the prince and the princess came with a letter a few days ago, and they also brought five thousand taels of silver tickets over, and the young master just took them all."

After Yan Kang was overjoyed, when a few people came to Shaolin, the silver taels they brought were not too much, Wu Shiman and the two spent money to set up a storefront, and he was worried that the two of them would be shy in their pockets, and the money was too little to wipe off their faces. This time there are five thousand taels, which is enough.

Hearing that a letter from his family came, Wan Yankang asked Wu Shi to get it quickly. Before Yan Kang read the letter, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, thinking about how his father would scold himself in the letter. Zhan Xin read, this letter is Yan Honglie's handwriting, from beginning to end there is no scolding, all of them are shh

After reading the letter, Wan Yankang was already in tears.