Yang Yi's heart was racing, but he remained silent on the surface: "These people I am talking about are the most powerful martial arts masters, I swear to the sky, lie to you, I will fight five thunders in the sky!" As he spoke, he pointed to the moonlight above his head.

When the monk saw what he said, he was also a little confused, and carefully recalled that these people had indeed not heard of it, could it be that they were hermit masters, and secretly decided to go back and investigate carefully.

Of course these people exist, but if they are not in Old Man Jin's novels, or they bit other people's ears in their previous lives, they don't know where to see a dentist.

The monk concealed his embarrassment, and Shanshan said, "Are you a student here?" ”

Yang Yi nodded: "It's like a fake." "I guessed in my heart who this monk was, it was strange, and I had to find a way to leave.

"Boy, what were you reading these books just now?" The monk raised the wine jar in his hand with one hand, took a sip, and grabbed the "Ink Sutra".

Yang Yi nodded and said, "Just flip through it." ”

"I just flipped through it and watched it for two hours?"

Yang Yi shrugged his shoulders and said, "Boring~"

The monk looked at the book in his hand with some interest and said with pity: "This is a good thing, but it's a pity that it is almost extinct in Daguang,"

In the great light of emphasizing governing the country and learning, many students have devoted themselves to the way of learning, and there are indeed few people who have studied the knowledge of engineering.

"Want to learn these things? I can teach you. The monk asked suddenly.

Yang Yi looked at the fat monk who was full of alcohol and was drunk from the top of his head to his neck, and shook his head without hesitation: "I don't want to." ”

The monk was not angry, and said, "Do you want to learn kung fu?" ”

"I don't want to."

"Do you think my martial arts are not as good as those people you said?"

"No," Yang Yi shook his head.

"Then why."

Yang Yi said simply and clearly: "Tired, and troublesome." ”

This is the truth, everyone knows that the two most tiring and troublesome things in the world are reading and practicing martial arts, and the time required for this kind of thing is measured in ten years, such as ten years of cold windows, such as ten years of work under the stage.

Yang Yi had already taken up one, so he made up his mind to stay away from the other.

"Only those who are diligent can do great things"

"I don't plan to make a big deal, just have food to eat and sleep."

After drinking the wine in the jar, the monk still reluctantly raised the jar high and shook it vigorously, and caught the last few drops of wine with his disgusting mouth open before nodding contentedly.

"There are many people who want to worship me as a teacher."

Yang Yidu rarely answered him, squatted down and played with the little white tiger.

The monk seemed a little angry and said noncommittally, "You have to learn from me." ”

Yang Yishun stroked the smooth hair of the little white tiger, and said without raising his head: "You don't necessarily know more than me, why should I learn from you." ”

This made the monk a little unacceptable, and a milky boy challenged himself nakedly, and snorted coldly: "If you can't prove what you say, your fate will be the same as this wine jar." ”

Saying that, the monk's arm was gentle, and the wine jar in his hand flew downstairs, and then fell all over the ground with a bang.

Yang Yi was also angry, not for anything else, because of the monk's behavior, he had to go down and clean again.

Yang Yi casually took down two wooden boxes for books from the bookshelf, one was three feet long, and the other was more than twice as long.

Yang Yi put the box on the ground and asked, "Ask a simple question, I threw two boxes down at the same time from here, who landed on the ground first?" ”

The monk looked at Yang Yi suspiciously, walked to the side of the box and lifted each of them, making sure that the big box was much heavier than the small box, and pointed to the big box and said, "The big one." ”

Yang Yi nodded expressionlessly, walked over and lifted the box one by one and said, "I guess the two landed on the ground at the same time." ”

In the monk's surprised gaze, Yang Yi walked to the railing on the third floor, in order to reduce the impact of resistance, Yang Yi specially put the two boxes vertically, reducing their stress area difference to the minimum, seeing that the monk was already staring at the wide-eyed, the raised hands were released at the same time, and the boxes were clicked down in unison.

The results are obvious, both visually and dialectically speaking, the speakers have landed almost at the same time.

The monk was a little incredulous, but as a top martial artist, he would not doubt his eyesight and hearing.

"What did you do?"

"Throw the box out." Yang Yi spread his hands and said calmly.

The monk looked at Yang Yi, and then looked at the box downstairs unwillingly, and raised his hand to touch his bald head in annoyance.

He thought that Yang Yi must have done something, but he couldn't figure it out.

Yang Yi has no pressure, whether Galileo will be born in this different time and space is a question, and the theory of free acceleration is even more distant.

"Library Pavilion! He's in the Library! Fast! Don't let that monk run away! ”

The monk was still trying to speak, but there was a noisy sound outside, and many people rushed to the library to hear the footsteps.

"Boy, Lao Tzu is gone, our business is not over yet!" As he spoke, he turned and jumped out, like a flying monkey, jumped out, stayed in the air, and when he began to fall, he reached out and grabbed the attic window, and then pulled it up with all his might, and then flipped up.

"Hey monk! Little White Tiger! Yang Yi shouted.

"You take care of it for me first, and on the fifteenth of next month, the western suburbs will bring Lianzi Hupan to see me." As he spoke, the monk had already come out of the attic, and his voice was getting farther and farther away.

"Hey me! ......" Yang Yi stood there with a blank face, looked at the pavilion window where only moonlight was left, and then looked at the little white tiger who was yawning at his feet, and had no nostalgia for his master, and scolded: "It's poisonous!" Where the have I fed tigers! ”

After many guards and students rushed into the library, Yang Yi understood one thing, in a place like the library, there would not only be sweeping monks, but also bad donkeys who stole wine and drank.

The champion red that the academy had hidden for 20 years was gone, specifically the wine should be gone, because the wine jar was on the floor of the library building and was shattered.

If someone hadn't seen that it was stolen by the monk, Yang Yi would not have been able to wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

However, Yang Yi was still called by the sacrificial wine for questioning, and when the sacrificial wine listened to Yang Yi's description of the image of the bad bald donkey, his brows were almost wrinkled.

When Yang Yi was still thinking about whether to tell the priest that the monk wanted to take him as an apprentice, the priest had already waved his hand to let him leave, and told him that this matter needed to be kept secret.

Things that need to be kept secret are usually not a good thing, not to mention the sacrificial wine, Yang Yi will not ask himself boring questions.

When he returned to the school, the sky was already slightly bright, and Yang Yi, who had not slept all night, couldn't open his eyes, and fell asleep on the bed under the curious eyes of Li Yan and the others.