Songshan Shaolin.

Between the morning bell and the dusk drum, the presiding abbot and the first old monks such as the Discipline Institute and the Luohan Hall gathered together.

"Amitabha, today you left a benefactor surnamed Fang to retreat, but is there such a thing?"

The abbot asked the head of the Luohan Hall.

Although the reputation of the Shaolin Temple in the blue blood sword is not obvious, and it is often overshadowed by Huashan and other factions, but the tiger is still powerful, it is still a big faction that cannot be ignored, and the first of the temples is also a famous master on the rivers and lakes.

"Yes, that good believer claims to be Fang Ming, but he was enlightened by a wandering monk, and he came to take refuge on purpose, and I have also tested him for one or two, he is an arhat with exquisite and mellow skills, not to mention four or five years of hard work, not an outsider!"

The first seat of the Luohan Hall was a lean old monk, said at this time.

This is also Fang Ming's excuse, he only said that he was enlightened by a high monk, and took pity on his frailty, and passed on a little fitness kung fu.

Anyway, Arhat magic and Arhat boxing are also big goods in the Shaolin Temple, even lay disciples have learned, there are a lot of outflows, and even the Shaolin branch is also circulated, I don't believe that these bald donkeys can be found!

This is also the advantage of only learning basic martial arts, if Fang Ming has learned a certain seventy-two stunt now, then he will not dare to come to Shaolin again.

Passing on a little bit of shallow kung fu can be said to be for the sake of physical fitness, but even seventy-two stunts are taught? Unless these heads are fools, they will certainly not believe it.

And there are not a few monks who have practiced seventy-two stunts in the temple, and Fang Ming will be exposed as soon as he investigates it, and when the time comes, he will not be able to escape from the charge of stealing martial arts.

What is it like now? Martial arts are low, not taken seriously, just continue to study!

"Even so, it is inevitable that good students will be examined for one or two ...... the origin."

The abbot's dry face was faintly shining, and he proclaimed the Buddha's voice.

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"It's familiar......"

Fang Ming closed a Buddhist scripture in his hand, looking at the familiar scenery around him, his ears were full of thought-provoking morning bells and dusk drums, and a little nostalgia couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Alas...... There is no harvest in Zhongnan Mountain, let alone Xiangyang Sword Shrine or something......"

Fang Ming suddenly sighed.

Before the Shaolin Temple, he also had a thief heart and walked to Zhongnan Mountain, when did Nai pass through, the original Quanzhen Sect had already disappeared, and even the ruins could not be obtained, not to mention the tomb of the living dead and the remnants of the Nine Yin or something.

Fang Ming visited all the large and small streams near Zhongnan Mountain, but he was stunned and didn't find any underwater passages or anything like that.

It's not that his martial arts are too shallow to go deeper, or that Yang Hou's descendants have other arrangements, or he is purely lacking in chance, so he dies of this thought.

Even the tomb of the living dead is like this, and there is no hope for Fang Ming of Xiangyang Sword Shrine, after all, Xiangyang is a big city in the world, and the Bodhisattva snake is so miraculous, if there is a discovery, it will already be known to everyone.

This is the case in these places, not to mention the place where Zhang Wuji buried the scriptures, time is precious and cannot be wasted, Fang Ming simply accepted the delusion and went directly to the Shaolin Temple.

Fortunately, what he learned was rude martial arts, but he was extremely pure, and he would not be mistaken, and now that the world is in chaos, it is not an overnight thing for Shaolin to investigate the roots, and it can always be concealed for a period of time.

He didn't covet other seventy-two stunts, Yi Jin Jing and the like, after all, Fang Ming still had several classics in his mind at this time!

When Fang Ming came to Shaolin this time, all he sought was to solve his doubts on the road of martial arts and explain some Buddhist classics.

His cultivation in the main world has accumulated a lot of questions, and he urgently needs answers from Shaolin monks with the same roots.

There are too many professional terms in the seventy-two stunts, and they also need to be combined with special explanations to comprehend.

These are not real stunts, and Fang Ming is sure that he will mix his questions among the many mixed questions, or simply flip through the book to find the answers.

In this way, he has no need for Shaolin advanced martial arts at all, so he will naturally not be suspicious.

And by the time these monks found out his details, or suddenly woke up, he would naturally have already gone away, and he didn't have to worry about anything at all.

……

The years are like a shuttle, and there is no transfer of human will, no matter what Fang Ming does, the entire Blue Blood Sword World is still evolving slowly but firmly.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the protagonist Yuan Chengzhi to go down the mountain.

Since Fang Ming has Shaolin martial arts in his body, he doesn't look very seriously at the Golden Snake cheats and the like, without him staring at Yuan Chengzhi, the protagonist, the other party will naturally have a lot less tribulations, and he will go down the mountain safely.

On this day, after Yuan Chengzhi said goodbye to King Chuang and Li Yan and his wife, he went down to the south of the Yangtze River to look for the traces of his master, came to Yushan in eastern Gandong, and saw a big ship going to Jinhua, Zhejiang, so he went up to ask for it.

Unexpectedly, when the boat departed, another teenager came running on the dock, and his voice was crisp and pleasant, making it convenient for the boatman.

Yuan Chengzhi saw that the other party was thin and small, but his physique was very heavy, as soon as he stepped on the boat, he was a little strange, and when he looked at the other party carefully, he couldn't help but be stunned again: "I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful boy in the world!" ”

On the other side, Long Delin, who chartered the boat, saw that the person who came was richly dressed and handsome, and he also had a good impression, so he agreed.

Amid the shouting of the boat boss, many boatmen supported the bamboo poles and gradually pushed the boat away from the dock.

"Hey! Boatman! Wait, just bring me another one! ”

At this time, another rich voice sounded from the dock, and it was still clearly heard on the boat, and Yuan Chengzhi was in his heart: "This person's martial arts are not low!" Immediately, he was a little funny: "The boss of this ship is also blessed, how can he have so many guests today!" ”

"It's all gone, what are you waiting for? Come on! Come on! ”

Long Delin is a licensed merchant, and the ship boss is greedy for money and has been reluctant to carry two, and now he is disgusted when he sees that it is endless.

"Of course! Of course! Long Delin was the guest of the chartered boat, and the boat boss did not dare to slack off, and shouted to the shore: "Hou Shengzi...... The boat has already sailed, let's take another one......"

His voice was rough, like a broken gong, but it was not very clear compared to the previous transmission.

"Slow down! Slow down! ”

Yuan Chengzhi looked at the dock, only to see a group of green shadows chasing after him, and when he arrived at the dock, he jumped up, his sleeves were swollen, his posture was like a big peng, but his feet were extremely cleverly on the water, and several ups and downs had already spanned four or five zhang distance, and landed steadily on the boat.

"What a handsome move, 'Dragonfly Point Water', looking at his light skills, it should be from Shaolin Temple!"

Yuan Chengzhi secretly cheered, although he had not gone down the mountain, but Mu Ren taught some experience and taboos in the early morning, and naturally knew that Shaolin Temple was Wulin Taishan Beidou, and he must not be neglected, so he looked at that person at this time.

At this time, I found that the other party was just a thick young man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a green robe, but he also wore a hat on his head.

"With such martial arts at such a young age, Shaolin Temple really deserves its reputation!" The other party is a famous and decent disciple, Yuan Chengzhi has a little more good impression in his heart, but the other party got on the boat without telling him, and it seems that he is also suspected of being useful, so he is silent and watches the development of the situation.

"I'm in a hurry at the next moment, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

At this time, the other party took off the hat and saluted, Yuan Chengzhi was stunned to find that the other party did not have a bun, and the black hair on the top of his head was bare and only less than half an inch, and the roots stood up like steel thorns, and Mougins had a little more perseverance.

"Good! Even the monks of the Western Regions have changed to eat the master's business? ”

Wen Qing, who had been on the ship before, immediately made sarcastic remarks with hostile words, which made Yuan Chengzhi even more curious: "Could it be that these two people have some grievances?" ”

Who knew that the young man didn't pay attention to it, but saluted to Long Delin: "In the lower Ming, it's not a monk, it's just that he has been a monk for a while, and recently he has come out again, and he wants to go to Quzhou, I don't know if it's convenient?" Money is easy to say......"

Originally, Long Delin and the boat boss were frightened by Fang Minglu's kung fu, but now they see that the other party is still vulgar, and he is obviously a strong person, if he doesn't give convenience to others, I'm afraid that people will give themselves 'convenience', and they agreed to come down repeatedly, where do they dare to ask for any boat money?

"It turns out that his name is Fang Ming, and he is a layman monk!" Yuan Chengzhi knew that there must be many stories in this, and he strengthened the principle of silence.

Fang Ming also sensed Wen Qing's hostility, smiled at her slightly, and didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, three months had passed since Fang Ming's crossing.

He was first in the Shaolin Temple, and all the martial arts difficulties accumulated before were released, and he pieced them together, plus he read them himself, and finally ate a few seventy-two stunts thoroughly, and there was no benefit in staying any longer, so as not to provoke the suspicion of the monks, and he was afraid that the Shaolin Temple would come back, and when the truth would be revealed, it would be over, so he naturally slipped out early, and went down to Jiangnan to participate in the plot, and make some benefits.

He has self-knowledge, although he is now a good hand in the rivers and lakes, but his martial arts are probably even more deficient than Yuan Chengzhi, after all, the other party is the head of both good and evil, and he is a first-class top master.

The cultivation of internal strength lies in the accumulation of time, and it is easy to be impatient, but there is still a way.

The martial arts are not enough, the pill is to make up, there is really no way, and he can only rely on some external forces, in this regard, Fang Ming has the memory of his previous life, under the operation of the "Sitting and Forgetting the Heart Sutra", some details of the original Blue Blood Sword are also remembered, and he naturally knows that he has a lot of opportunities.

Moreover, since this body will eventually turn into an essence element and integrate with the ontology of the main world, the higher the natural martial arts, the better.

Even, with this kind of compression and transformation, the hidden danger of his rash use of pills to improve can also be solved to the greatest extent, which can be called a multi-task.