The old monk walked out of Songbai slowly, and walked towards Mu Hongsheng, he stood in front of Mu Hongsheng, looked at her carefully, and smiled with a wrinkled face, and the folds on his face were layer after layer, almost submerging his facial features.

"The strong move of opening and closing, the brothers in the family practice martial arts," the old monk said slowly: "Yesterday, the old man heard that the third lady of the Anguo Mansion took the eldest lady up the mountain, but he didn't expect that by chance, today the old man is fortunate to see the family kung fu of the Guogong Mansion."

Mrs. Mu San took Miss Guogong up the mountain, and the monks in the temple knew about it, and there was no need to hide it, so Mu Hongshang hugged her fist at the old monk according to the rules of the martial arts: "Zen master, you guessed well, my surname is Mu." It's just that the knife technique you just saw is not my Mu family's family kung fu. As you know, our family has been a military general for generations, and the family kung fu is a long soldier, and I am the only one in the family who wields a knife, and this knife technique is taught by the martial arts master in the family. ”

"The knife technique is a good knife technique," the old monk nodded slowly: "One move and one style are not fancy, it looks simple, but it is very practical to face the enemy." It's just that if you go straight to the point, you will suffer some losses. You are not a man after all, even if you grow up in the future, you will always suffer a few points in strength, this kind of knife technique is actually the same number as your family heirloom soldiers, all of them are to break the enemy with strength, such a move with few changes, if the strength is insufficient, it is quite easy to block. ”

"Yes." Mu Hongshang nodded: "The eldest brother also said that I have little strength and will suffer some losses."

"Miss Mu," the old monk smiled like a big wrinkled chrysanthemum, "how many days are you going to stay in the temple?"

"There are about two days left," Mu Hongshang replied, "Zen master, you must know that we will do a peace dojo in our house today, and after the dojo is done for two consecutive days, we will go down the mountain."

"Hmm!" The old monk nodded, didn't say anything, but made another request: "Old monk Fa Huiming, can you show the old man all the kung fu you know."

"In addition to the Tang knife, I will have two sets of boxing techniques and a family heirloom spear," Mu Hongshang is very well-behaved, and he is also very respectful of Huiming: "It's just that I don't learn the spear very well, my strength is not great, and I am not tall, so far I can only use the spear of iron pear wood, and my younger brother has already begun to change to the light iron gun!"

"It's okay, it's okay," the old monk smiled: "Lao Gu just look, Miss Labor Mu."

"Zen master, don't say that," Mu Hongshang hugged his fists at Huiming again: "You are willing to point out that it is the blessing of Hongsheng, where can this be regarded as labor."

Xie Shurou looked at Mu Hongsheng, and then at the old monk Huiming, and did not speak very cleverly. Xie Shurou knew that the abbot master of Jinghui Temple was called Juejing, and several masters with high seniority were all Juezi, she had never heard of this old man called Huiming, and she didn't know where she came from, so she planned to take a look first.

Mu Hongshang obediently played the two sets of boxing techniques he knew, and then practiced the knife again. When she had just finished practicing the sword technique, a monk who knew the guest was hurrying along the stone road, and as soon as she saw Xie Shurou here, she immediately came over.

"Miss Xie, it turns out that you are here," the monk clasped his hands together and was about to salute Xie Shurou, when he suddenly saw Huiming standing on the side, and was startled: "Master!" How are you here. ”

Shizu?? Xie Shurou and Mu Hongshang blinked together in confusion. In this way, this wrinkled old monk is Master Juejing's master?? It's so high!

"Jingkong, why did you come here suddenly," Huiming smiled, and without waiting for the monk to answer, he directly began to order: "Come just now, go find a burning stick and come over, the old man wants to see the Mu family gun."

"Huh?" Qingkong was stunned for a moment, and there was a little unresponsive look: "Master, you ......"

"Go quickly," Hui Ming urged with a smile: "Hurry up, don't delay."

"But......" Jingkong hesitated, and finally didn't dare to disobey Huiming, he nodded, first took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Xie Shurou, and then said: "Miss Xie, the Prime Minister sent someone to deliver the letter, Grandma Xie is doing a dojo in the Daxiong Treasure Hall right now, the little monk doesn't dare to disturb, and the letter will be handed over to you."

"There's Master Lao." Xie Shurou bowed slightly to express her gratitude, folded her hands and bowed her head in salute, and then hurriedly turned around to find a burning stick for Huiming.

Xie Shurou hesitated, but she still didn't open the letter in front of Huiming, and still sat silently, listening to Huiming and Mu Hongsheng chatting about some kung fu topics. Although she didn't actually understand anything......

The clearance legs and feet are very fast, the time is not long, and he really came back with a thick long stick, Mu Hongshang took it and checked it slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems to be lighter than the iron wood spear I use at home."

"Nature." Huiming smiled and nodded: "This is elm." Miss Mu, please. ”

Mu Hongshang didn't talk nonsense, and directly played the family marksmanship to Huiming, one move and one style are very rigorous, and the footwork is solid, and at first glance, he has been practicing diligently all year round.

Huiming just watched silently at first and didn't speak, and when Mu Hongsheng's set of marksmanship was about to finish, before he could close the momentum, he suddenly took two steps forward, shot like lightning, and directly grabbed the tip of Mu Hongsheng's stick empty-handed, and with a shake of his hand, Mu Hongsheng's stick was directly taken out of his hand and snatched in his hand.

This made Mu Hongshang startled. She began to learn Zama Bu at the age of five, and began to learn marksmanship with a bamboo gun at the age of six, and to the age of thirteen this year, a full seven years, practicing diligently every day, although it is true that she lost because of her strength, but after so many years of hard work, how can it not make people snatch away the weapons in their hands all of a sudden?

Huiming's move, Mu Hongsheng didn't even react, and she directly threw away her weapon without even having a chance to resist, if it was really a battlefield facing the enemy, she would have died a hundred times.

Mu Hongsheng looked at the burning stick that was snatched away by Huiming a little sluggishly, and then lowered his head in frustration and remained silent. She's really not very good! That is, the brothers in the family coax her to be happy, and they will praise her for her good skills.

"How?" Huiming looked very happy, smiling like a child, bending down slightly, and handing the burning stick back to Mu Hongsheng: "The old man snatched your burning stick, are you unhappy?"

"It's not." Mu Hongshang raised his head, looked at Huiming, and shook his head very seriously: "My skills are not as good as others, and I deserve to lose my weapon." I just think my kung fu is really not very good, and my brothers are coaxing me. ”