Today, Wang Anfeng had a meal with Libo again, returned to his courtyard, first meditated and practiced as always, and then took the set of silver needles again, and practiced the Taisu needles once in the void before sitting on the bed, and looked at the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist with a sigh of relief.

Since the incident of the catkins villa, it has been a few days since I entered the Shaolin Temple.

First, because the mood was in sadness at that time, it was difficult to suppress himself, and secondly, I was really worried that without internal strength, after eating the master's punishment, Uncle and Aunt Li, who were proficient in medical skills, would see the clues.

At this time, he returned to the environment he was familiar with, so he could settle down, looked at the Buddha beads on his wrist, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice:

"I'm going back to Shaolin Temple."

The familiar crisp female voice sounded in the ears, accompanied by the gradual collapse of the surrounding picture, a stream of wind with the fragrance of the grass and trees in the mountains blew away the dust that had not been inhabited for several days around, the stars hung down in the sky, but there were two people playing on the lonely peak, one was wearing a monk's robe with long sleeves, and his demeanor was peaceful, and the other was wearing a scribe's green shirt, his fingers twisted a sunspot, glanced at Wang Anfeng obliquely, and sneered:

"Yuanci, your good apprentice is finally here."

The voice was not hidden, which made Wang Anfeng's face a little feverish, and he rushed forward in a few steps, and saluted:

"I've seen Master, and this senior."

Yuan Ci chuckled, gave a son, and said, "This is for the teacher's friend, you can call him Mr. Ying." ”

Wang Anfeng clasped his fists again and saluted, saying:

"The younger generation has seen Mr. Ying."

The middle-aged scribe bowed slightly, his eyes slightly closed as if he was thinking about the chess game, but he said, "Wang Anfeng, come here." ”

Wang Anfeng glanced at Yuan Ci, the latter gently bowed his head as if encouraging, and walked in front of the middle-aged scribe, but before he could speak, the latter's fingers went directly towards his dantian, Wang Anfeng experienced several battles, and at this time he reacted almost instinctively, stepping out of the Jiugong footwork, and his body shook to avoid the finger, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a cold abdomen, and the finger lightly touched the dantian impartially, and he still maintained the position of the action just now.

He was shocked in his heart, but the next moment, a coolness directly enveloped his dantian, and the internal force of a Zen Gong that was originally attributed to the dantian was forcibly repelled by this negative internal force, and it was filled with hundreds of bones in his limbs.

Wang Anfeng was already familiar with the existence of internal force, and at this time, the dantian was empty, his face couldn't help but be a little pale, and the unhurried voice of Mr. Win came from his ears:

"Since you haven't completed the task given to you before, it is only natural that you accept the punishment of the master, can you be convinced?"

Wang Anfeng endured the discomfort of his body, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:

"Since you have disobeyed the master's orders, you should naturally be punished by him."

"Okay."

The middle-aged scribe dropped a son, snatched a few sons of Yuanci, and then raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, his eyebrows were light, but the combination made this face full of terrifying sharpness, and there seemed to be a sneer on the corner of his mouth:

"It's really good to dare to act, but your tone is very reasonable, can you ignore the teacher's orders? Shaolin is forbidden to kill, but when you killed that young man, you didn't blink an eye, you were really ruthless. ”

Wang Anfeng was silent and said:

"If he wants to harm me, I will kill him, repay virtue with virtue, and repay grievances with integrity."

Yuan Ci's face was slightly sluggish, but the middle-aged scribe stroked his palms and smiled, and said:

"Okay, good, so fair."

"Then go down the mountain and carry water!"

"From this time on, the daily cultivation time limit is open, if you don't complete this punishment, don't want to go back to your Daliang Village, go!"

Wang Anfeng looked at the middle-aged scribe, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and gently put the things in his arms aside for Yuanci, and said:

"Master, the disciple has gone."

Yuan Ci seemed to have unbearable on his face, nodded slightly, Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, turned around and planned to find a bucket, but there seemed to be an indifferent word in his ears, his body sank suddenly, and when he raised his eyes again, his body was already bound by extremely thick iron chains, and there were Buddhist proverbs hidden on it, and the internal force that was scattered to his body conflicted, so that Wang Anfeng felt the two gravity of bulging and oppression at the same time.

"Since it is a punishment, it has the appearance of a punishment."

"Take this thing and fetch water!"

The voice fell, and a muddy iron flat pole appeared in the flat ground next to him, two heavy iron buckets were extremely large, but the internal space was extremely small, Wang Anfeng raised his hand and mentioned, about one or two hundred catties, Mr. Win's indifference aroused his stubbornness, and he didn't say much, grabbed the flat burden, turned around and walked towards the steps, the chains collided, and made a crisp sound.

"Your heart is in turmoil."

Mr. Win gave a shot, raised his eyes to look at the monk in front of him, and sneered:

"It's you who expect him to have a broader future, and it's he who says that he wants to be the number one in the world."

"Since it is the first in the world, it must be the first in the world, only the loneliness of the first in the world, the tempering of one of the world, and the loneliness of the first in the world, can be worthy of the ambition of the first in the world."

"In this world, there has never been the best in the world that can be taken casually."

Yuan Ci sighed slightly and said, "I know." ”

It's just that it's still a little unbearable.

Raising his hand to pick up the thing that Wang Anfeng put next to him, he removed the oily paper on the outside, and there was a burst of tea fragrance inside, which made Yuanci's face softer and softer, and sighed:

"But I'm wondering if it's going to be too early."

Mr. Win fell again, heard the chains in his ears whispering, and said casually:

"Don't worry, I grasped the weight, and the weight given to him was only one grade higher than the theoretical limit value of his physical fitness and cultivation."

"What?!"

Yuan Ci's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was sitting upright on the lonely peak, but behind him there was a hidden image of King Kong's angry eyes floating in the air, and a vast and fierce aura appeared all over the world, and it was closed in an instant, and the middle-aged scribe's movements did not change in the slightest, and said coldly:

"He just convinced you that if you want me to help him, you have to show me if he has the qualifications."

"Only a person who is accustomed to the limit can break through the boundary again, smash the desperate situation, and step on the corpse of the enemy to the top when the killing machine is overthrown, when everyone thinks he will die, instead of becoming a cold corpse and being trampled underfoot!"

"If he can complete the punishment I gave him, the chain covers the body, the internal and external difficulties, the internal force of a Zen Gong will be crushed and kneaded into the bones, and the foundation of the golden bell jar will be derived in the form of unsullied glass, and at that time I will try my best to help him and achieve the first in the world."

After saying that, he killed a big dragon in Yuanci, got up and brushed his sleeves away.

"Your mind is not here today, and you will come down tomorrow."