Wu Changqing looked at the peaceful and angry King Ming in front of him, and then at the scribe who was surging with chills over there, and suddenly noticed a headache, his thoughts diverged, and he thought to himself:

After the world's first thief wakes up, I am afraid that this Shaolin Temple will become more and more lively.

Master Yuanci already had many disputes with him, and he had mastered the secret of Mr. Win.

However, he pretended to know a hundred dialects, and he didn't even say the name of that person......

was thinking wildly, and suddenly it occurred to him that Wang Anfeng was only over fourteen years old now, and when he was growing up, he was extremely vulnerable to external influences. What if a person is not optimistic and is affected by the thief who knows the foul language of the world?

At this thought, the old man's face was slightly cold, and the original slight sympathy for Hong Luoyu disappeared in an instant.

If he dares to mess around.

The old man had no choice but to learn from Master Yuanci and use thunderbolt methods.

Don't think that those of us who study medicine are easy to mess with!

Wu Changqing raised his hand and twisted his beard, seriously thinking about the possibility of turning Hong Luoyu into a dumb person in his mind.

The green-shirted scribe walked to the pile of martial arts cheats, opened a book casually, looked at it twice, and saw that the methods recorded on it were very different from the Central Plains martial arts style.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he hastily flipped over the cheats in his hand, and took another sword technique, turning it silently.

Between the eyebrows, there is a hidden color.

These martial arts cheats, just looking at the skills and moves, are simply unsightly, but the method of exerting force is different from what he knows, it is the way to lead the strength with intention, visualize the vision of heaven and earth, make himself and heaven and earth one, so as to burst out more powerful.

The two people next to them looked slightly curious when they saw the scribe's strange appearance.

Mr. Win's sleeve robe flicked, and the energy surged, and two cheats flew towards Wu Changqing and the two, and the two borrowed them, and they also knew that this martial arts cheats were collected by the junior called Gongsun Jing, but the junior's martial arts were only about seven grades, what kind of advanced martial arts can they come into contact with?

Although this is the case, but after all, it is collected by a scribe, and it may have a deep meaning when I think about it, so far in my heart, Yuan Ci and the two raised their hands to flip through the secret book in their hands, just after reading the general outline, the expression on their faces was a little strange, and they were not back to their original randomness.

Wu Changqing frowned, his expression was quite solemn, and he said in a low voice:

"This ......"

Their martial arts have reached the realm of integration in the original system.

The world is so big, the martial arts they practice are already first-class peerless, walking the rivers and lakes, and they can see many peerless learnings, all of which have their own uniqueness, but they are as shallow as they are in front of them, but they are completely different from the secrets they usually see.

It's the first time I've encountered it.

Yuan Ci carefully read this book of forging martial arts, which is almost a bad street, and saw what it said, how to visualize the blazing furnace fire, forge the meridians of his body, how to visualize the changes in the fire, and assist in prescribing the power of medicine, word by word, all of which were extremely careful and serious.

Until the last page is turned, the various keys of this martial art are already clear.

I also have some opinions on the reason why this martial arts style is so different from the martial arts I rested on.

Martial arts is the art of fighting, at the beginning of its birth, it must not be so profound, greatly affected by its own world, think about this difference, it must be because of different worlds and the number of martial arts paths is different.

Placing this book on his lap, the gray-robed monk closed his eyes and pondered.

Vajra is not bad for the twelfth layer of divine skills.

His practice of martial arts has reached a bottleneck, to the point where there is no way to enter, walking the rivers and lakes, there is no meaning, it is only then that he came back to the Shaolin Temple, and picked up the Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles that he disdained when he was young.

Going around and around, what I think about by myself has already been contained in the meaning of the words.

As a result, King Ming, who rarely went further above the martial arts, reined in his karma.

On the rivers and lakes, there is one less lonely warrior.

In the Shaolin Temple, there is one more monk who recites and sprinkles the scriptures every day.

I thought that for the rest of my life, I could only stop in the same place.

I thought that the martial arts path was only unknowable and unobtainable, but at this time, I could see this ordinary martial arts cheats, see this shallow and thin text, and get a glimpse of this martial arts concept that opened a different way, Yuan Ci actually saw another direction forward, and his heart shook.

The place where the mind moves, that is, the Buddha descends the lotus platform.

Without thinking about the consequences at all, the concentration of reciting Buddhist scriptures for a long time, the calmness of planning and then acting, all disappeared, and Yuan Ci recklessly followed the methods described in this martial art as if he were a teenager who had come into contact with martial arts for the first time.

With his martial arts background, practicing this entry-level martial art is almost a matter of course, and the internal force in his body surges, and in just a few breaths, he has practiced the first level of this martial art to the realm of perfection, but what he visualizes in his mind is not a furnace fire.

It's the tall Buddha King.

Stepping on the flames, as if in the clouds, overlooking the heaven and earth, with a strange body, holding a sword and a Buddha's battle, full of majestic wisdom, great light, shining in all directions of the world.

The light on his face faded, and his eyebrows were solemn and peaceful, implying majesty.

It's clearly his own eyebrows.

In his body, even if this martial art was cultivated to the point of ancient times, it was difficult to reach the strong internal force that was unattainable according to the original trajectory.

His practice is the peerless martial arts in the Shaolin Temple, King Kong is not bad magic, he thinks that he has exercised his body to the extreme, if he wants to go further, he needs to integrate what he has learned, and take a step forward on the basis of Dacheng's King Kong not bad magic skills.

But at this time, he actually felt a slight itch in the muscles of his arm.

This feeling was so faint that if it weren't for the fact that he was still meditating, he wouldn't have been able to notice it, but it was a real change.

The monk's eyes suddenly lit up.

There seemed to be a renewed fire in my heart.

Zen Buddhism is the most enlightened, and one thought can become a Buddha.

The mind is fixed, everywhere is the sound of thunder, and the mind is enlightened, everyone is a Buddha.

Yuan Ci recited the scriptures silently in his heart.

Then he threw the Buddha's meditation mind behind him and left him alone.

If you are obsessed, the Buddha has gone down the lotus platform.

Holding the wrath of the king.

Wu Changqing found that Yuanci was abnormal, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he realized something, and said:

"Master Yuanci, did you practice directly?"

That's too reckless......

The old man's heart was extremely shocked, as the number one doctor in the world, he naturally knew that martial arts could not be cultivated at will, otherwise the internal breath would be chaotic, and the true qi would be retrograde, which was almost a pain worse than death.

I wanted to continue to question why Yuan Ci was so reckless, but looking at the monk with slightly bright eyes, he felt the joy on Yuan Ci's body, and suddenly thought of something, and when the words came to his mouth, he actually heard himself in that extremely expectant tone, as if he was afraid that if he touched it, everything he saw in front of him would be shattered, and he asked cautiously.

“…… Useful? ”

When he saw Yuan Ci slowly and solemnly bowing his head, something seemed to shatter in Wu Changqing's heart, and his expression was in a trance, as if in a dream, and then ecstasy rose.

He was already over seventy years old, and at this time, he had the impulse to look up to the sky and roar as a teenager.

The old man chatted about juvenile madness.

It's because the boy's madness has never diminished.

He is a healer.

The healer is benevolent.

But he is also a martial artist based on the pinnacle.

How can you get to the top?

There is only the loneliness of the first class in the world, the loneliness of the first class in the world.

He had tasted the pain of not being able to advance an inch for a long time.

When you became famous as a teenager, when you were peerless, but you sang all the way, saw the scenery on the road, and were complacent, but stopped at a time, never took a step forward, watched those juniors slowly catch up with your pace, watched those juniors who were sheltered by themselves gradually set foot on the rivers and lakes, and continued to march forward like their past selves.

But he can only stumble.

Because there is no way out.

And now, at last, see a new path......

Even if it's extremely difficult.

PS: First update