You can't blame Tang Feng for being too pessimistic!

After all, with his current physical fitness, it's okay to ask him to catch chickens, but if he wants to kill Duan Yu, it is absolutely impossible, and he can't even touch the edge of others.

Moreover, Duan Yu, this kid, also ate the reckless Zhu clam, which is not invaded by a hundred poisons, and the road to using poison is also blocked, what should Tang Fengneng do?

"Dingdong, everything is up to the host, but please remember that your mission time is only one year, and in this year, if you can't complete the task, you will be wiped out by the system."

"Your uncle, is there still a time limit?" Tang Feng couldn't bear it anymore and burst into foul mouth directly.

Although one year seems not to be a short time, but in terms of his current physical condition without the slightest martial arts foundation, one year is really useless, and in the absence of such anti-heaven martial arts as the Northern Spiritual Skill, if he wants to become a first-class master in the rivers and lakes in one year, the hope is simply slim.

"Huh? No, Shaolin Temple also has a peerless martial art, which should give me a chance to kill Duan Yu within a year. ”

Immediately after that, Tang Feng's heart moved, and he thought of the legendary peerless martial arts of Shaolin Temple, Yijin Jing.

Yi Jin Jing is the first unique study of Shaolin Temple, claiming that as long as you learn, any mediocre martial arts in the hands of people who have practiced Yi Jin Jing, can turn decay into magic, it can change people's muscles and bones, expand the meridians, and let people have a deep internal force beyond ordinary people's imagination.

It just so happened that Tang Feng still had a chance to make a move in the system, and it was useless to get the Yijin Sutra, so he could directly learn this internal strength method.

"Meidi is very, Meidi is very, it seems that Shaolin Temple must go to it!"

As long as he thought that the degree of Yi Jin Jing's anti-heaven degree was still above the Northern Spiritual Skill, Tang Feng couldn't control the trembling of his body.

"But how to get the Yijin Sutra from the Shaolin Temple is still a very troublesome thing."

Then Tang Feng calmed down again, thinking that there was a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple, his heart was half cold.

This sweeping monk, legend has it that he has also learned the Yijin Sutra, and his strength has long been unfathomable, and it is really a very troublesome thing to obtain the Yijin Sutra in the hands of such an existence.

"No matter, now I only have a chance to survive if I get the Yijin Sutra, Shaolin Temple is known as the holy land of martial arts, even if it is discovered when stealing, it will not kill me, right?"

Tang Feng shook his head, wanting to get rid of all the worries in his mind, if he wanted to kill Duan Yu within a year, only Yi Jin Jing could make him strong in such a short period of time and learn other martial arts, then he didn't have to think about it.

Fortunately, the monks of Shaolin Temple are Buddhists and rarely kill under normal circumstances, which makes the pressure in his heart much less.

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The land of the Central Plains, this is the name of Henan in this time period, and there is a city in the Central Plains, called Dengfeng, which is a city close to Songshan.

Twelve kilometers to the west of Dengfeng City, there is an ancient temple in the hinterland of Songshan Mountain, which is the Shaolin Temple that is famous for the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

I saw that on the mountain road of Shaomu Mountain, a figure wearing a cheap robe walked very strangely on the road.

How weird is it?

The robe worn by this figure was crooked, as if this person would not wear it at all, and his short hair, which was a little long, was extremely inconsistent with his outfit, and he did not look like a serious person.

Looking at the appearance of the figure, this is a young man, with a fair and handsome face, very sunny, but it can be seen from his light eyebrows that there seems to be a depression in his heart, which makes him unable to let go.

"I'm finally going to Shaolin Temple, in this era when there is no car to travel, it's really inconvenient, five or six hundred kilometers away, I just let me walk for seven or eight days."

The figure found a stone and stopped to rest, and kicked a few breaths hard.

This figure is none other than Tang Feng.

Since he decided to go to the Shaolin Temple to steal the Yijin Sutra, more than seven days have passed.

In the past seven days, in order to make it easier for him to travel, he exchanged the modern handicrafts on his body for silver taels, and he used the money to buy two sets of clothes in this world, as well as some dry food.

Then he began to hurry, during which there were several times in the wrong direction, bumps, and seven days, he came to the foot of Songshan Mountain.

The only thing that made him thankful was that the location he crossed to happened to be in the Central Plains, otherwise, he himself could not be sure how far he would have to go.

Of course, if he had the money, he could buy a carriage and then hire a coachman, and it would all be more perfect.

It's just that he has no money, and the money he only has some handicrafts in exchange for buying clothes and dry food is fine, but it is far from enough to buy a carriage.

Fortunately, the Shaolin Temple is already close at hand, as long as he can find a way to get the Yijin Sutra and learn this peerless martial art, he will no longer have to worry about the money.

After all, with great strength, aren't these things outside the body easily solved?

Shaolin Temple Mountain Gate.

This ancient temple is very well repaired, on both sides of it, towering trees stand in a forest, under the mountain gate, there are hundreds of steps of stone steps, inclined upward.

Tang Feng was still in the distance, and he smelled the smell of incense and candles in the air, which shows how prosperous the incense of Shaolin Temple is.

has come to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and Tang Feng is not in a hurry.

In order to get the Yijin Sutra, along the way, he had already thought of many ways to sneak into the Shaolin Temple in his heart.

One of the safest ways is to pretend to be a monk and infiltrate the Bodhi Monastery of Shaolin Temple.

It's just that he didn't want to put a ring scar on his head, so this method was vetoed by him.

Now he has to choose another way, which is to choose a good time and sneak in.

Fortunately, the place Tang Feng needs to go to is the Bodhi Temple, not the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion where the sweeping monks are stationed, so the probability of encountering the sweeping monks is reduced.

Tang Feng has read the original work of Tianlong Babu, although he doesn't know that he is now in the film and television of Tianlong Babu, or the fantasy world depicted in the original book, but he is always changing, as long as he can smoothly enter the Bodhi Temple, open the bronze mirror with the scriptures, and the genuine Sanskrit Yijin Sutra will be in hand.

Doesn't it feel simple?

It is indeed very simple, the secret words of the bronze mirror, "A dream is like this", Tang Feng knows it, but it is difficult now, it is difficult for him to enter the Bodhi Academy.

Although the Bodhi Monastery is not as important as the Scripture Pavilion for the Shaolin Temple, there are still a few monks guarding the Bodhi Monastery every day.

"It's still early, I'm pretending to be a pilgrim and going to Shaolin Temple to step on the point first." Tang Feng looked at the sky, it was just past noon, and it was still early before dark, so he immediately had a plan in his heart.