In the following days, Ling Feng went to the library to read every day according to what the empty monk said. In the beginning, it was still very boring. First of all, there are no martial arts secrets that Ling Feng is looking forward to in the library cabinet, in addition to Buddhist scriptures, there are also history books, military books, Confucian classics, Yi Li theory, medicine scriptures and other books. The only book related to martial arts is a book called "Weapon Spectrum". Furthermore, most of these books are written in classical Chinese. Ling Feng doesn't read much, and he seems to be very struggling, but he is quite interested, and he has nothing to do anyway, so he relies on this to pass the time. Fortunately, he was already familiar with the little monk Huiming, and Huiming was also very close to Ling Feng, so when he was fine, he ran to the library to teach Ling Feng to read and help him explain the meaning of the book. Ling Feng is gifted and intelligent, and he has the advantage of having an excellent memory. It can't be said that he will never forget it, but Huiming explained it to him three or two times, and he remembered it all.

Among these books, Ling Feng basically does not touch the Buddhist scriptures, and loves history books and military books and war strategies, especially the "Weapon Book". The book "Weapons Spectrum" lists all kinds of cold weapons, and each page has a pattern of a weapon, and there is a text note at the bottom of it. In addition to conventional weapons such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, there are also many unconventional weapons such as axes, sub-blades, judges' pens, point points, tiger double fences, arm guards and so on. There is also a detailed discussion of various hidden weapons, including hidden arrows, throwing knives, darts, point needles, flying claws, etc. Among these weapons and hidden weapons, Ling Feng's favorite ones were arm guards and flying claws. Under Hui Ming's explanation, in just three or five days, Ling Feng was already familiar with this "Weapon Spectrum".

When Ling Feng was bored reading books, he also helped Huiming do some chores, even if he was sweeping the yard or something, he really couldn't do heavy work. Ling Feng watched Huijing and Huiming go to fetch water every day, and they could easily pick up the burden of 100 catties, and then they could still walk like flying. Whenever this happens, Ling Feng is also secretly envious in his heart. He tried it himself, but he was out of breath halfway through, and after insisting on picking up a load of water, he vowed never to carry it again. However, after living in the temple these days, because there is no entertainment, Ling Feng has developed a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and after getting up early every day, he still runs small circles in the yard, doing push-ups, boxing or something. Moreover, the air in the early morning is particularly good, which is equivalent to inhaling pure oxygen for him, and the effect of exercising is also very good, so these days, Ling Feng's body is much stronger than before.

Half a year has passed, Ling Feng has read all the books in the "Library Pavilion", the muscles on his body are much stronger than before, and his skin has become dark and shiny.

On this day, Ling Feng got up early in the morning, ran a few laps, and was practicing boxing in a good way, when he suddenly saw the ghostly appearance of the old man Scarface in the courtyard. The movements in Ling Feng's hand froze instantly, after all, he still had a deep psychological shadow on the old man Scarface.

"Uncle Gu, it's early!" Ling Feng's voice trembled slightly.

The old man Scarface still had the same expression of rejection thousands of miles away, nodded, and then looked at Ling Feng coldly, without answering.

Then there was an awkward silence, and Ling Feng was uncomfortable with him, so he asked, "Uncle Gu, is there something wrong with you?" ”

The old man with Scarface walked up to Ling Feng, and without saying a word, he stretched out his right hand and attacked him. Ling Feng was startled, but the thought of dodging had just flashed through his mind, and before his body could move, the old man Scarface's right hand, which was as hard as iron, had already landed on his left shoulder. In an instant, Ling Feng felt a pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he couldn't help but scream. Immediately after, Ling Feng felt a lightness on his shoulders, hurriedly took a few steps back, covered his left shoulder with his hand, and protested, "Uncle Gu, what are you doing here?" ”

The old man Scarface said coldly: "Boy, do you want to learn martial arts?" ”

Ling Feng rubbed his shoulders and said impatiently, "Of course I think about it, is there anyone willing to teach me." ”

The old man Scarface said, "I'll teach you." ”

Ling Feng almost didn't believe his ears, and said excitedly, "Really? Will you teach me martial arts? "He has seen the martial arts of the old man Scarface, and he admires it from the bottom of his heart.

The old man Scarface said disdainfully: "Don't be happy too early, I'm afraid you won't be able to endure hardship!" ”

Ling Fengxin said: What hardships have I never suffered when I am so big? I just haven't enjoyed it. He hurriedly replied: "I can endure hardships, as long as you are willing to teach me martial arts." As he spoke, Ling Feng was about to kneel down and bow to the old man Scarface.

The old man Scarface stopped: "Wait, it's not too late to salute after you have suffered hardship!" ”

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, he really didn't kneel, he didn't kneel, he was very embarrassed. Fortunately, the old man Scarface continued, "Come with me." ”

Ling Feng followed the old man Scarface to the front yard, and the old man pointed to the two large tanks standing at the base of the wall, and said to Ling Feng, "From today onwards, you will fill these two tanks every day. "Ling Feng hadn't seen these two jars before, and he knew that it was the old man Scarface who put them in the courtyard today. The heart said: Isn't it just to carry water, and it's not that I haven't picked it.

The old man Scarface picked up a pair of flat poles on the side of the tank and said, "This is the thing about your guy who carries water." As soon as he saw this flat shoulder, Ling Feng was dumbfounded. The flat pole was shining with metal, and it looked like iron, and a thick iron bucket hung on the hook at each end. This guy adds up to at least more than 100 pounds, not to mention carrying water, it's good to be able to pick it up. But in the hands of the old man Scarface, this pair of flat arms seemed to be as light as nothing. Ling Feng couldn't help but secretly admire, and said in his heart: If you eat hard, you will become a master, and Lao Tzu will fight with you.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, no problem." As he spoke, he was about to take the flat burden.

The old man Scarface said, "The water in the stream in front of the temple is bitter, and I don't like to drink it." You're going to the back mountain, where is there a place called Tiger Ridge. Over this ridge, there is a mountain stream, this mountain stream is called Hukou River. There is a small river below the Hukou River, and I love to drink the water there. Remember, two cylinders a day. After that, he gave Ling Feng detailed directions.

After hearing this, Ling Feng scolded in his heart: Two jars of water, can you finish drinking it? I can't finish drinking cows. didn't say much at the moment, took the flat burden, and it took a lot of effort to take it on his shoulders.

How did Ling Feng know that the old man Scarface told him about this road, going over the mountains and mountains, going back and forth for twenty miles. Pick up a load of water for these twenty miles, and you have to pick up two tanks, which is not a light job. On this day, Ling Feng barely walked two round-trips, not counting the spills on the road, and only picked a small half tank of water. And the feet are twisted, and the shoulders are worn out. However, don't look at Ling Feng, although he usually looks a little lazy, he still has a side in his personality that does not admit defeat, the more others look down on him, the more he has to make an appearance. He also thought about it, if he gave up at the beginning, being looked down upon by the old man Scarface was secondary, and the key was that he couldn't learn martial arts. If you can't learn martial arts, you can't take revenge, and you can't survive in this era.

The next day, Ling Feng got up before dawn, limped and gritted his teeth to carry water. As a result, this day was not as good as the day before, and Ling Feng's second trip was directly dragged back to the temple with an empty shoulder. Fortunately, the old man Scarface didn't force him. In this way, day after day, Ling Feng went from being unaccustomed to it at the beginning, and then becoming accustomed to it.