Of course, this is just a competition, if there is a fight between life and death, Yan Yu does not dare to say that he will definitely win, after all, who of you has not hidden a few hole cards and a few killer moves?

At the same time, plus some of his things on the side of Suzhou and Hangzhou, he has spread one after another, so he is now famous.

When the people of the rivers and lakes see him again, they will not only recognize him as the eldest young master of the Yan family, the second generation of the rich, but add the prefix of martial arts rookie, which has quite potential.

Yan Yu narrowed his eyes, turned his head and asked lazily: "Zhihua, that Yi Shaoshu, is the number one rookie in this issue?"

Zhihua opened the pamphlet and looked at him with some admiration: "Young Master, Yi Shaoxia is the ninth on the rookie list, you actually defeated him, the young master is so powerful~"

"Ninth place? isn't enough......" Yan Yu smiled and rubbed her little head, thought for a moment, and said: "Turn around, go to Shaolin, I'll do something." ”

"Okay, young master. Zhihua was very knowledgeable, and without asking anything, he opened the curtain and commanded the coachman.

The carriage was diverted.

Three days later, Yan Yu got his wish and arrived at the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

"Tsk, it deserves to be one of the leaders of the righteous path, a place of great style. ”

Yan Yu took the painting, under the guidance of the monk, he was more interested in admiring the scenery, and his mouth was full of admiration.

Although to be honest, he doesn't think there is anything wonderful about these scenic spots and scenery. But if you say a few more words of good obedience, you won't lose a piece of meat?

Yan Yu has always agreed with this view of free favor, and he is as good as a stream.

With a humble smile on the face of the leading monk, he asked, "Lord Yan is here, is he going to offer incense to invite the Buddha, or is he going to fast and recuperate?"

Yan Yu said casually: "I should be nagging for a few days, I did something in Suzhou some time ago, and I stopped by on the way back to take a look, and I will increase my knowledge." ”

The monk saluted with his palms and replied: "Since Yan Shi mainly stays here for a few days, it is my Shaolin's honor." The little monk went to arrange for the donor, and retired first. ”

"Trouble. ”

Yan Yu smiled and watched him leave, sat in the pavilion with Zhihua, and looked at the clouds on the horizon, with an indescribable chic freehand.

Zhihua hesitated for a few seconds, leaned into his ear and asked, "Young Master, aren't we here to challenge ......?"

"Don't speak. ”

Yan Yu shook his head, with a smile on his face: "There are several kinds of challenges, if you rashly challenge, no matter whether you win or lose, you will evil Shaolin." It's better to calm down for a while. ”

"Oh. Zhihua nodded his head as if he understood it.

After following Yan Yu for so long, she has gradually learned to talk less, watch more, and listen more. The woman's intuition told her that her young master had a lot of things hidden in her heart, but he didn't say it, and he wouldn't ask if he knew the painting.

This is the duty of a maid.

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A few days later.

"Young Master, they have already gotten up to practice. Zhihua came from the outer room, and as he spoke, he combed his hair.

"It's time. Yan Yu smiled, got up and picked up his sword, and walked out of the room leisurely.

After a few days of stay, he got acquainted with some monks in Shaolin, and the relationship was quite good.

In fact, in Shaolin, not all masters are as rumored in the rivers and lakes. Most of the people in this temple are ordinary people who come in to practice.

And the monks and monks here are not as unreasonable and unforgiving as they appear in martial arts TV dramas, occupying the commanding heights as moral women, hypocrisy, and disgusting.

Yan Yu got along with him quite harmoniously.

Seeing him come out, the monks passing by nodded slightly: "Lord Yan is early." ”

"Are you going to practice?" Yan Yu asked out loud as he looked at the iron bucket in their hands and the iron pieces tied to their limbs.

"Well, I'm going to go to the morning class, goodbye donor. The young monk's eyes were sharp, and he saw his uncle with a straight face not far away, hurriedly said a word, and ran out with his things.

"Goodbye. ”

Yan Yu responded, and turned to look at the middle-aged monk who came over: "Master of Addiction, you are really diligent, you have to go to morning class every day before dawn, and you admire it." ”

The monk smiled disapprehantly: "Where, where, we monks are used to it. It's you, Master Yan, why did you get up so early, didn't you have a good rest last night?"

Yan Yu stood side by side with him, and said as he walked: "It's not true, it's just a little restless, it seems that the world is afraid that there will be trouble again." It seems that I still can't compare to the masters, and I don't practice enough. ”

"Hehe, in fact, Master Yan's words are wrong. ”

The master of the precept moved the Buddha beads and said softly: "The master once told us that the turbid world in the world is like a baking oven, and only by washing away the lead can we achieve enlightenment.

Compared to the benefactor's tempering in the world, we monks are a step behind, not so much a pure practice, but rather unable to face the intrusion of red dust. ”

"Perhaps. Yan Yu nodded, and suddenly pointed to the monks who were carrying water back and forth on the single-plank bridge by the river, and asked, "Master of Discipline, these things are all made of fine iron, and the weight should not be light, right?"

The tone of the apprentice master rose slightly: "The iron of the limbs is a total of five hundred catties." The flat pole weighs about eighty pounds.

As for the two buckets, they totaled 400 catties. However, the iron in the limbs can be increased or decreased according to the entry of these disciples.

Some of them have just started and have not yet established a solid foundation, so they still need to be boiled.

If they don't have a strong and healthy physique, they won't be allowed to practice the inner strength, which is tantamount to draining their potential and leading them astray. ”

Yan Yu was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly spoke: "As far as I know, it seems that many people in the rivers and lakes favor the internal martial arts, but they don't look down on the horizontal practice of external skills.

If they were lucky enough to hear the master's words, they would probably change their ridiculous minds. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and there are many people who understand this truth, but there are very few who can actually do it. ”

Qu Idiot smiled and said nothing, turned his head to look at him for a moment, and said: "The donor is also a person with deep blessings, and when I meet a reasonable person, I am afraid that the donor has been boiling his body for more than ten years.

Moreover, the donor also practiced the most basic and no hidden dangers. In terms of a solid foundation, I am afraid that there are few among the younger generation who can compare with the donor. ”

"Haha, the master praises falsely. Yan Yu shook his head with a smile, and asked instead: "I heard that in this year's rookie list, there are several people in your temple on the list, don't those talented people go to morning class?"

The idiot pointed to his left: "Huixiu and a few people naturally have to go to morning class, but it is not this kind of hard-working physique. It's about spitting and practicing. They're right there......"

Yan Yu took the opportunity to say: "Then, can you bother the master and introduce me to him? It is also an honor to get acquainted with him." ”