"You're going to pick a scene?!"

The not polite words and a somewhat contemptuous demeanor did not make Xie Yajun any different changes, he still smiled innocently, showed two rows of white teeth, and nodded with a smile.

Huang Mao carefully looked at the young man in front of him again, the old-fashioned glasses looked like a nerd who only knew how to study, and his clothes were too plain, if he wasn't wearing a pair of basketball shoes on his feet, it would be difficult to say that he was here to play, and he dared to come to the court like this? !

Huang Mao basically knew it in his heart, his face was full of arrogance, and he glanced at Xie Yajun with slanted eyes: "Since you want to pick a scene, then you know the basic rules." ”

Xie Yajun smiled and nodded again, Huang Mao didn't say anything more, and the two of them started their own warm-up exercises to stretch their bodies. The surrounding crowd gradually gathered, and when they heard that someone was picking up the scene, they were all a little excited and nervous, and they all gathered around to see what the situation was.

But after seeing it, I was a little disappointed, after all, Xie Yajun didn't look like a master, it is often said that a master will have the bearing and demeanor of a master, and at a glance it seems to be very powerful, and Xie Yajun, at most, looks like a very good reader, not like a player at all. A few people have left disappointed and gone to play on their own.

After a while, the warm-up preparations for both sides were completed. Xie Yajun found that Huang Mao looked at him a little stunned, and couldn't help but be a little curious for a while, and checked his clothes slightly funny, there was nothing wrong with it.

"I said, you won't be a novice, do you, you don't know the rules of the scene?!"

Huang Mao's tone was a little angry, in his opinion, this kid was dumbfounded, he was completely a stunned rookie, he didn't take him in his eyes, where did he know that this kid didn't even understand the most basic rules, this was obviously to make a joke about his yellow hair.

Looking at the eyes around him that were gradually a little gloomy, Xie Yajun seemed to not care at all, his expression was relaxed, and he still smiled and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, I never carry the ball by myself, but don't worry, if I lose, I won't be in arrears." ”

"Never dribble the ball yourself?!"

Hearing this, Huang Mao's expression was obviously stunned, and then he glanced at Xie Yajun a few times in a strange way, and gradually, with a somewhat playful smile, he said: "Heh, it's a rookie who wants to imitate a madman, I think the existence of a madman simply breaks the rules of Longyang." Boy, if you want to learn from a madman and become famous, then you have the wrong person, I tell you, I will not show mercy, don't say that I bully the newbie later. ”

Huang Mao's words came out, but Xie Yajun didn't respond much, but the surrounding onlookers reacted strongly, and almost instantly, bursts of laughter sounded.

"Hahahaha! It's a stupid fork who wants to learn from a madman, it's really funny, why are there so many stupid idiots in this era. "He thought he could make a name for himself like a madman without the ball! "I've always heard that there are idiots imitating madmen everywhere in Longyang now, but I didn't expect to really run into one today, hahahaha, everyone come and see, it's another madman imitator to provoke the scene!"

With a playful tone and eyes, everyone wantonly mocked the young man who looked extremely weak standing in the venue at the moment. It's no wonder they have such a reaction, after all, this kind of thing is one of the most common and funny things in the Longyang street court recently.

In the crowd there was a teenager who looked like he had only started playing for a short time, at most eleven or twelve years old, and with a tall young man next to him, it seemed to be his older brother. The young man looked at the disdain of the people around him with some puzzlement, tugged at the corner of the young man's clothes, and asked curiously.

"Brother, what are they laughing at, who are the madmen? ”

The young man turned his head, his face was still mixed with a sneer that had never gone away, and he smiled at the young man: "You have learned the idiom of Dong Shi Xiaofeng, they are now laughing at another Dong Shi pretending to be here." ”

The young man was still a little puzzled: "Then who is he learning?" The young man still patiently replied: "Learn from a madman, by the way, you study honestly in school every day, I guess you don't know who the madman is, this madman is not a real madman, just a nickname for a person on the basketball court in Longyang City now." ”

"Nickname, how can someone be called crazy, isn't that scolding? ”

"Yes, he's called Crazy, but that's not a curse for him. It's not that he's usually crazy, it's mainly that he plays like a madman. The young man's curiosity was aroused, and he said with interest on his face: "Brother, tell me about the madman." The young man smiled slightly, coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and spoke eloquently.

"The madman is a celebrity in the street court of Longyang City, a guy who only appeared in the past half a year or so, and no one knows his origin, so he suddenly appeared on the street court in Longyang. And the first challenge is the boss of the square court in Zhenning District, although the name of this rib man is a bit funny, but the basketball strength is not ordinary. You can tell from his nickname that this guy's thin ribs are very obvious, and the whole person is like an enlarged version of chopsticks, but it is such a person, he has made a name for himself in the Quartet, and he has won the nickname of the rib man, you must know that the street court can give you a nickname, which is a symbol of strength in itself. ”

"The rib man has first-class skills, coquettish dribbling, accurate shooting, I don't know how many guys he has beaten to pick the field, he is not small in Zhenning District, he is the number one, to be honest, if he doesn't meet the top wave of people in Longyang, almost no one can beat him. So when the madman came to him directly, it was about the same time as now, and everyone laughed at him for not being able to do anything, because the madman didn't look like he could play. ”

Having said this, the young man was inexplicably stunned, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the young man in the field, how could this kind of scene at this moment be so similar to the original madman who provoked the scene, and the young man's heart was flooded with an inexplicable feeling, an indescribable strange feeling. Seeing that he was suddenly silent, the young man pulled the corner of his clothes with some dissatisfaction.

The young man came back to his senses, saw that the young man was a little complaining, smiled apologetically, and continued: "The madman has a rule, he never carries the ball in the field. The street court in Longyang City has always been the person who takes the initiative to pick the court to bring the ball by himself, because if he loses, his ball is the price of his loss, and he must stay in this court and use it for the people who play in this court. But the madman didn't carry the ball at the beginning, and directly challenged the rib man, many people are too arrogant, let the rib man teach him how to behave. ”

"And then, then!" the boy urged urgently, apparently a little fascinated by the sound. The young man touched his head, and a look of longing gradually appeared on his face.

"Two wins in three games, the rib man was defeated, 2 to 0, and was killed by the madman in two rounds, there was no way at all! Even the madman was on the head of the rib man, slamming dunk continuously, and there was a ball, the rib man was hanging on his body, and he was actually taken forward by him to dunk directly! Although there are reasons why the rib man is too thin and too lightweight, but to be able to do this level, the madman's physical fitness is really very perverted. ”

"What's even more shocking is the state of the madman when he plays! He roars like a beast all over the court, all the offenses are very direct body collisions, strong three steps hard, back hits, inside dunks, almost completely different from the style of the street players we knew before, he doesn't pay attention to the elegant beauty of any movements, the kind of violent ball style, like a madman, even if you foul his arm, he still has to force the ball in, everyone is attracted by this style of play. In this battle, he quickly became famous, and immediately the nickname of a madman spread. ”

In the time that followed, his style was very much in tune with the title of madman. Longyang City is divided into four districts, and unless it is a common agreed game between districts, there will never be a cross-district pick up on weekdays, which is easy to cause conflicts between the two intervals, which is the consensus in everyone's hearts. But the madman actually picked the court across the districts in a row, and he picked all the venues in the four districts! The most terrible thing is that he has won all of them and has not lost a single game! Even among them, some particularly famous players in Longyang have not played against him, but such a record has enough gold content, and even some old basketball coaches have seen the madman play, and they all say that he is a genius player who meets once in ten years, and they all want to recruit him to their own team. ”

"But the madman hasn't been seen for more than a month, and no one knows what he's doing. But what's funny is that there are more and more people pretending to be him, many people want to learn from him, become famous in a fight, and don't take the ball to challenge the boss of those courts. I have to say that the rule of playing with the ball by yourself has been broken by a madman. ”

The young man has heard that his eyes are full of little stars, and he accidentally made a madman fan, and the young man sighed in his heart, but the character who appeared like a comet landing like a madman, his deeds are really very attractive, coupled with the ball style of violent aesthetics, it is indeed unusual.

"Is that guy standing there right now a madman?!"

The boy asked with some excitement. The young man just wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but for some reason, when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them inexplicably, and instead chuckled. "Maybe, maybe he really is. "Then I'll take a closer look!"

....

Huang Mao pouted with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said with disdain: "Boy, tell you, don't think about escaping, you will lose later, honestly bring a basketball over, don't think you can repay the debt." ”

Xie Yajun smiled noncommittally, and there was no verbal response, which seemed to Huang Mao's eyes to be a sign that he had begun to panic and cowardice.

"Two wins in three games, five goals in each game, the home team has the first ball!"

After all, it is in someone else's field, and the person who acts as a referee is also a person who often plays in this field, and most of the people here are semi-acquainted, and when blowing penalties, it is inevitable that there will be a little favoritism, which is the so-called home advantage, of course, it will not be too much, and hard blowing will cause public anger.

"Boy, today my brother is going to teach you, if you don't have the ability, don't learn others to pretend to be X, that's going to be stepped on by others!" "Are you done talking nonsense, it's a bunch of nonsense." ”

Unexpectedly, Xie Yajun grabbed the white and responded angrily, which made Huang Mao, who had always been arrogant, suddenly hold his breath in his chest, and his eyes were even more angry.

"Stinky boy! You have to be Huang Mao himself is the main member of the school team of a high school in Jingping District, his strength is good, as the listener of this stadium is already well-known in this neighborhood, and he has also defeated many people who come here in the past, but in any case, it is still much worse than the name of a madman, so Huang Mao is slightly nervous at this time, and his palms are a little sweaty.

He dribbled the ball rhythmically, and his shoulders shook slightly irregularly, his eyes looked at Xie Yajun tightly, observing his actions, Xie Yajun was completely unmoved, his arms were open, his feet were bent on his knees, and his center of gravity was lowered.

"Brother Mao, it's been too long!"

The sudden sound outside the field made Huang Mao come back to his senses immediately. The street rules of Longyang City are relatively strict, and there are detailed rules for picking the field, and the attacker's time is only 30 seconds to possess the ball, and the ball must be converted after 30 seconds. Apparently he had been stunned for a moment, and ten seconds had passed.

Huang Mao's eyes froze, he gathered his thoughts, froze for a while, and suddenly his pupils constricted, and he launched his first offensive step. Step with your right foot, dribble with your low hand, and force your first step!

I have to say that Huang Mao's physical fitness is also not bad, the first step has quite good explosiveness, and when he takes one step, he almost comes to the same position as Xie Yajun's body, but this is not all his strategy, he deeply understands the name of a madman, and even has a little bit of worship in his heart. He also knows something about madmen, and the most crazy thing about madmen is his strong qualities that will be shocked when they see them.

Huang Mao didn't think that he could pass Xie Yajun with the pure speed of the first step, with this step, he did not take advantage of the situation to break through inward, but stepped out of the right foot suddenly kicked the ground and reversed the force, and the body that rushed out suddenly stagnated, and the dribbler was very skilled in controlling the bounced basketball, and pulled it sharply in the direction behind him, seeing this scene, the onlookers had already exclaimed.

"Behind the emergency stop, the direction is over!" But the speed of this step and the amplitude of pulling the ball are too fierce!" "This is the strength of the listener! It's terrible!"

For this group of basketball lovers, there's no way not to be surprised. The series of movements of Huang Mao just now is very smooth, without the slightest drag, and the step and stop, the amplitude of the stride is almost the limit that his height of 184 cm can reach, and the basketball that moves with his body shape is an extremely wonderful arc in his hands, and the direction of the ball behind the back is so large that it is staggering.

Huang Mao himself was a little surprised in his heart, this time it was definitely his super-level performance, in the past, according to his ball sense, most of this ball was lost.

His confidence soared, looking at Xie Yajun as if his center of gravity had been completely deceived by him, he had already controlled the ball with his left hand, and then stepped out with his left foot, leaving no effort to explode and accelerate, slightly thin figure, as if a breeze was blowing, rushing straight into the inner line, with a pick with his left hand, the basketball swirled into the basket, and the net rubbed a crisp sound.

"Good shot! See that there are no crazy people!This is our strength here, don't think you are really amazing!" "Yellow haired boss, one more ball! Give him some color!" "Beat him!"

I have to say that this kind of provocation made the old people in these courts have the mentality of hating the same enemy at this time, and when they saw Huang Mao score first, regardless of three, seven or twenty, they bombarded a wave of Xie Yajun first, and creating psychological pressure was also one of the reasons why these people broke out at this moment.

Encouraged to win a ball, Huang Mao's fighting spirit was even higher at the moment, and there was no hint of cringe in his eyes when he looked at Xie Yajun, and the fighting spirit that erupted was so strong that Xie Yajun could clearly feel it.

If the offense is successful, then the ball remains in the hands of the attacker. Huang Mao holds the ball outside the three-point line, and he is in unprecedented good condition, directly posing for three threats, and stepping out continuously with his right foot tentatively, with the movement of the ball, the shaking of his shoulder, which is very confusing. Xie Yajun was slightly biased by his realistic movements, and his left foot took a step slightly to the side in order to stabilize his center of gravity.

And at this moment, the light in Huang Mao's eyes skyrocketed, and he tentatively withdrew his right foot, and his left foot suddenly stepped out. Generally speaking, most people take the first step with their right foot and bring about a much faster burst than with their left foot, because most people are right-handed, and they are used to dribbling the ball with their right hand and attacking on the right side, which is a natural feeling. The left-handed dribble, the left side of the breakthrough is relatively much slower, the average amateur will not specifically train the foot movement and dribble, it is difficult to make achievements on the left side of the attack.

But Huang Mao attacked on the left side at the moment, took the first step with his left foot, and the second and third steps that broke out one after another, the speed was extremely fast, without the slightest jerky and uncoordinated feeling, and he stepped out a few steps in a row, and actually made Xie Yajun clean, and the last step slammed to the ground, with the help of this force, the left hand of the layup was actually level with the frame, and he was almost able to dunk it, but the ball was still very well-behaved into the frame.

"Good shot! Well done!" "See that there is no madman, you are still far away! Hurry up and go home and nurse!hahaha!" "Two consecutive goals to attack, even beat the madman without any defensive power, at first the people who were a little shocked by the name of the madman for him The sense of awe in the hearts of the people who were a little shocked by the name of the madman dissipated a lot, and the trembling mentality at first gradually reversed, and at this moment there is actually a kind of if the madman is pulled off the horse, then their court will immediately rise to a new height.

Isn't the best way to become famous is to use others as stepping stones to climb to the sky. Of course, it is not that there is no one who has not doubted the identity of the young man standing here at the moment, and there are no longer a few people who think that he is pretending to be a madman. But no one would say such a thing, after all, even if it was fake, who would let him bear the name of a madman. Even if it turns out that he is not crazy, they will be able to make some name for themselves in this fight.

Therefore, the sound of the stadium at this moment is almost equivalent to a volcanic eruption, and the roar of the mountains and tsunami makes the pedestrians passing around can't help but cover their ears.

Huang Mao's heart began to flutter a little at this moment, and when he glanced at the young man in front of him who was still focused and unmoved by the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but mock and said: "Boy, don't pretend to be unfathomable here, with your strength, you can't be a madman, but it doesn't matter, who asked you to come here to pretend to be X in the name of a madman, I can only say that you deserve it, I won't show mercy, I won this game today!"

After some bold words, Huang Mao became even more excited, trying to find some panic and fear from Xie Yajun's face that could make him more excited, but unfortunately, Xie Yajun's expression on his face was like a zombie face, and even the eyes of his eyes did not waver, which made Huang Mao's heart even more annoyed.

Boy, I see how long you can pretend, don't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, I write the word yellow hair upside down.

There was a secret roar in his heart, his eyes were a little more vicious, he dribbled under his crotch several times in a row, and then suddenly strode to the right side, thinking from the bottom of his heart that Xie Yajun could not be a madman Huang Mao, who had completely ignored him, stepped out, thinking of forcibly breaking through the inner line and passing Xie Yajun with pure speed. He forced a three-step layup, one step, two steps, and the hand holding the ball was already raised high, and it seemed to be another easy layup goal.

"You're just so good at tricks?"

An indifferent voice sounded in his ears, and before Huang Mao could react, his eyes were suddenly shrouded in a huge shadow, and as soon as his eyes were dark, a familiar figure suddenly appeared, and continued to rise. The sunset was approaching, the reddish light penetrated the clouds, not particularly bright, but enough to illuminate the line of sight, see the face of the figure clearly, the yellow-haired pupils contracted rapidly, and the indifferent and proud face appeared with a horror that could not be concealed, in his eyes, a scene that he could never forget came quietly.

The crowd that had been cheering loudly fell eerily silent at this moment, silent, and people invariably opened their mouths wide and forgot to close them. Everyone looked at each other, and it took a while to come out of the state of distraction, and slowly, someone said in disbelief.

"What's that?block?or steal?" "He just jumped, and his head seemed to be almost in the rebounding position. "This kid seems to be just over 180 centimeters old. "Oh my God, I think I saw a guy take off!"

In the field, Huang Mao was already a little depressed, looking at the glasses boy holding the ball in his hand in a daze, his still kind face, his height seemed to be a little shorter than himself, and his weak image of powerlessness, but how did he get the ball just now!

Time reversed, Huang Mao Zhengzhi proudly made an easy layup, he could feel the feeling that there was no physical contact around him, he thought that the other party had been easily thrown away by his speed, and the basketball in his hand had been lightly picked by his fingers, flying upward, flying towards the basket, he clearly saw that the basketball had risen to a height that ordinary people could not reach, but in an instant, it seemed that the speed of time slowed down infinitely at that moment, and even the surrounding air flow seemed to be much heavier, a figure that was not too tall, as if at that moment Superman was transformed, gravity could not restrain his body, and there was no limit to continue to rise, I don't know when the raised palm has climbed the orange basketball that has begun to decline a little bit and is about to fall.

There is no on-face blood that he has seen all year round, and there is no inverted flying hat like a fly, it is like an insignificant light package, Huang Mao clearly saw the expression on Xie Yajun's face, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to be churning and bubbling magma, and a different fiery fighting spirit seemed to begin to overflow outward.

Just like that, an extremely weird scene appeared, unlike any previous cap, this time the cap was silent, no waves, but the shock was unprecedentedly strong.

Xie Yajun took off his glasses indifferently, put them aside carefully, looked at the yellow hair who was still a little stunned, and gently spit out a sentence in his mouth: "Are you ready, I'm going to start attacking." ”

Woke up with a word, Huang Mao turned around in a panic, and looked at Xie Yajun, who was already ready to attack outside the three-point line, he barely calmed down, strode to the defensive position, gritted his teeth fiercely, and opened his arms.

"Boy, even if you hide your strength, you may not be able to beat me! Don't be too arrogant!"

Xie Yajun didn't respond verbally, just stared at him quietly, for some reason, Huang Mao seemed to feel that he was a little different, but he couldn't tell what was the difference, but his back was a little cold inexplicably, and a little beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, which ran down the skin, slowly flowed down, and gradually flowed to his eyelids, he was a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously blinked his eyes.

At this moment, it was at this moment that he seemed to see a volcano that had been silent for a long time, and the accumulated magma could no longer endure it and suddenly erupted!

The white figure flashed, the yellow hair was in front of him, and he couldn't grasp Xie Yajun's figure in an instant, he was shocked, but many years of experience in playing ball, let him make a judgment immediately when he lost the opponent's movement trajectory, the school's special foot movement training, so that the speed of his lateral movement was very agile, and he directly retreated sideways to move, and immediately felt the touch of body collision, he was happy, but in the next second, joy turned into shock, and then into shock.

The hearts of the onlookers are like riding a roller coaster, in the eyes of everyone, Xie Yajun's first step is unimaginable, Huang Mao has lost his defensive position, bypassed by him, a heart seems to mention the throat eyes, the next moment, Huang Mao's excellent defensive footsteps moved, and then came, keeping up with Xie Yajun's figure, which made everyone's hanging hearts relax a little, and then, as if acting, as soon as the two bodies touched, Huang Mao's body was like a leaf in the wind, light and soft paper, and was directly knocked out。

"This, how is this possible?!"

Huang Mao couldn't believe it at all, his body was already quite strong after training, when it came to strength confrontation, people of the same size could not say that they could have an advantage over anyone, but at least they would not suffer losses and fall into disadvantages, Xie Yajun's figure was even thinner than he looked, but at this sudden moment of contact, he felt like the Titanic hit an iceberg back then, hitting a stone with an egg, and he couldn't resist it at all.

And Xie Yajun didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, his speed became faster and faster, and he rushed straight into the restricted area, and then he slapped the basketball violently, holding it with both hands, at the same time, his footsteps stopped suddenly, his whole body sank suddenly, and his knees were bent, as if before pulling a bow and shooting an arrow, the bowstring was fully charged, and after stopping for 0.01 seconds, Xie Yajun's whole person was like a cannonball, jumping on the spot, and his body soared high! Holding the ball in both hands, placing it behind his head, his body bent back slightly, his hands, torso, and feet seemed to be bent bows, and after reaching the highest point, Xie Yajun's eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly shouted after being silent for a long time.

"Drink!"

"Bang !!"

The person hanging on the basket roared violently, and the strong pulling force made the basket unstoppably shaking and shaking, and the onlookers couldn't say a word, but subconsciously expressed their surprise and stunned, behind him was the yellow hair that collapsed on the ground, and the brilliance on his face was gone, and the pupils reflected the arrogant and violent figure, and a heart had sunk to the lowest point, and finally hung down his head in frustration.

He knew that he was going to lose this game. Only the bitter murmur that he could only hear.

"Crazy, really crazy. "You pay the price for this word!"

Zhang Ziyu punched out, stirring up a fierce wind, the oncoming Yanai servants were blown away by his punch, and they couldn't resist at all, most of these people were lazy and lazy in the past, even if they followed, they were lucky to learn a few hands of boxing, and their strength was only thirty or forty catties.

Such a majestic and courageous group of humble servants who only know how to bully more and less are all hairy in their hearts, from the condescending and domineering at the beginning, to now cowering and uncertain, Han Qinghe's face was gloomy, and he was even more surprised in his heart, where did this kid come from? What does it have to do with Li Hammer? He didn't expect at all that this is the bloody nature of the martial artist who sees injustice on the road, draws his sword and helps each other, he does not act rashly, and his suspicious temperament makes him can't help but secretly observe this Zhang Ziyu's boxing skills on the side, weighing the weight. It's just that he is waiting, this group of dogs are fighting people, where are the villains of foxes and fake tigers who are the opponents of Zhang Ziyu and Wang Zikang, and it didn't take long for this group of slaves to fall down, faint, tossing and wailing on the ground one by one, screaming for a long time.

Wang Zikang only felt a burst of joy in his heart, as if he had inexhaustible strength all over his body, so he couldn't help but howl wildly, and his small eyes opened so wide for the first time: "You scumbags! Get out of here! If you dare to come here to bully our civilian disciples in the future, I will see you and beat us once!"

"Hmph! What a big breath, let me see if you are qualified to say this!

Han Qinghe really had a sinister temperament, and he shot first without warning, seeing that Wang Zikang was weaker than him, he suddenly got up and kicked the ground, his body was like an arrow off the string, and he shot at Wang Zikang, his right hand turned into a fist, and suddenly blasted out, with lightning speed, this is the fastest move in Luohan Boxing, Luohan wears a flower hand!

Unexpectedly, although this Han Qinghe is a close servant, his martial arts strength has actually reached the power of one stone, which is enough to cultivate the requirements of the next Vajra boxing of Shaolin lay kung fu, looking at his skillful moves, faintly with a bit of a thick and calm feeling, obviously he has touched the essence threshold of Luohan Boxing, Wang Zikang has no time to react, and even if he reacts, with his qi at this time, he has no power to parry, Wang Zikang was a little panicked, caught off guard, he couldn't even dodge, looking at the ruthlessness on Han Qinghe's face, the fierce wind mixed with his fist, this punch he has done his best, in this case, Wang Zikang has to break a few bones。

"Bang!"

The sound of heavy flesh colliding quietly sounded.

Han Qinghe's eyes flashed with shock, and he looked at the figure that appeared in front of him with a little disbelief, and actually took the punch he used with all his might. This kid, how long has it been since he entered the door? He has already reached such a realm! That strange step just now was able to make him come first and block my fist, what is that? Obviously, it was Zhang Ziyu who stood in front of him.

"Senior Brother Wang, you were majestic enough just now, so let's let the little brother be in the limelight a little!"

The familiar voice pulled Wang Zikang back from a somewhat panicked state of distraction, his eyes regained a little clarity, and he secretly shouted luck in his heart, after listening to Zhang Ziyu's words, he also understood what it meant, and immediately answered: "Since the junior brother has this interest, this scumbag will be handed over to the junior brother." "Flash, flash. He hurried to the side and helped Li Hammer to the side.

Looking at Han Qinghe, whose face was constantly changing, Zhang Ziyu sneered: "What's the matter, this senior brother, go on! As a junior brother, I still want to learn your tricks!" After a bit of ridicule, with a bit of ridicule and ridicule, Han Qinghe's face sank, he thought to himself that he knew almost all the people in this group of lay disciples who could reach the power of one stone, or who were about to reach the power of one stone, and those people also knew that he was the close attendant of the son of Taiwei, and he would not easily interfere in his affairs, where did this kid come from?

I was very puzzled in my heart, but no matter what, if he didn't fight back, then the momentum that had been erected before would be gone, and this group of lay disciples would no longer be afraid of them, and they had to make an example!

Han Qinghe's eyes flashed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Since the junior brother is so interested, of course the senior brother must meet your requirements, look at the move!" With a flip of the wrist, he turned his fist into a claw, his right arm seemed to grow a few inches out of thin air, and his five fingers cut through the air, with a bit of sneering sound, and his fierce strength was a move of the golden dragon probing claw, and he went straight towards Zhang Ziyu's arm.

But seeing that Zhang Ziyu was not flustered, his right foot stepped towards the left side contrary to common sense, and his body fell to the left abruptly, as if he was about to fall on his heels, such a not surprising appearance, but Han Qinghe's face changed drastically, he was a servant after all, even if he won the trust of Wan Yingyan, and practiced Luohan boxing together, but after all, he had never been instructed by a famous teacher, and his martial arts foundation was shallow, and he didn't understand the truth that he needed to leave three points of strength for punching。

In the past half a month, he has been harassed and tempered by Puxin every day, although the way is unscrupulous and unserious, but it has invisibly given Zhang Ziyu many opportunities to temper his martial arts, plus his own qualifications are good, and his martial arts talent is quite high. This time, he seized the opportunity in an instant, his footsteps changed, his body changed, and the tiger came out of the hole with a punch, and the fierce strength hit Han Qinghe's back heart firmly, and the ferocious strength suddenly exploded.

Han Qinghe's eyes widened, poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, obviously the force of this punch from the outside to the inside, hurting the internal organs, making his blood surge, although it seemed that blood gushed out, but the injury was not particularly serious, especially when Han Qinghe practiced Luohan Boxing, his own muscles and bones were extremely stable, and he did not have too serious losses.

It's just that Han Qinghe suffered a big loss in addition to being injured under Li Hammer, after that, he also kept an eye on it, and found an opportunity to practice Luohan Boxing with his master, just to learn martial arts and protect himself, this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss, at the moment he was angry and annoyed, turned around, and came straight with a punch, Zhang Ziyu sneered, and the drunken footwork of the Arhat under his feet came out again and again, and his body flashed one after another, no matter how fierce Han Qinghe attacked, but he couldn't even touch a single hair of his hair, and the fist that fell like a storm, Zhang Ziyu shuttled freely in various subtle gaps, let him be strong, and he did not move。

Martial arts common sense, not for long.

Although the fierce offensive made Wang Zikang on the side tremble, every time he saw Han Qinghe's fierce punch about to hit Zhang Ziyu's body, his heart was raised to his throat, but Zhang Ziyu was always able to quietly avoid it at the last moment, and he looked at him up and down, but even he saw a little way, Han Qinghe, who seemed to have the upper hand, the fierce offensive had begun to decline faintly, and between the fists and palms, the change of moves was already a little jerky and suffocating, and there was already a little fatigue between the eyebrows, on the other hand, Zhang Ziyu was like a leisurely walk, the old god was there, not tired at all, and looked at Han Qinghe with disdain。

"This junior brother Zhang is really a real person who doesn't show his face! Wang Zikang said with emotion.

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"I said, senior brother, didn't you sleep well last night, why is it so slow, junior brother, I'm almost asleep, can you use some force?" Zhang Ziyu's face was full of banter, and he said to Han Qinghe lightly.

Hearing this, Han Qinghe's face was blue, but he didn't answer, the ruthlessness in his eyes was a little stronger, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly stopped, followed by a lunge and bent his knees, and suddenly stepped on, his body suddenly twisted sharply, followed by his left hand turned into a palm, and suddenly swung out, the fierce energy seemed to detonate the air, and the heart-shaking gas explosion roared out, Zhang Ziyu saw this scene, his eyes froze, he was familiar with this move, the vigorous and fierce force, with the help of lunges and horses, the strength of the body twist, and the unstoppable fierce palm of the swing was the most powerful and masculine move of Luohan Boxing, waving the pipa, and Luohan hitting the bell。

You really can't help it, and you want to decide the victory with one move, right! Okay! Then I want to see if it's your Arhat who hits the bell with great strength, or my Arhat who hits the bell with great bravery!

As soon as Zhang Ziyu's figure stopped, Luohan's drunken steps stopped, only to see him lunge out, his body twisted, his left palm came out, and he started in the same posture, and Han Qinghe couldn't help but be stunned.

What does this kid want to do?!

Han Qinghe's fierce expression swept by, stinky boy, since this is the case, I will let you know who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked! Han Qinghe was certain, and the strength in his hand was even more urgent. Although Zhang Ziyu is a late starter, his speed and strength are not weaker than Han Qinghe, and the two of them came out with one palm and collided head-on!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, there was a severe pain in Han Qinghe's palm, and there was no more strength, and it hung down softly, Wang Zikang could see that his arm was broken in at least two places, and the subsequent changes of one move and two styles, he was no longer able to perform it, but Zhang Ziyu had no intention of stopping, in Han Qinghe's frightened eyes, under the contact of a palm, Zhang Ziyu's right hand became a fist, rising from his waist, the ruthlessness on his face flashed, Han Qinghe's face turned pale in an instant, he knew that Zhang Ziyu would not have half a point to keep his hand in this punch, if it was strong this time, his little life would go at least seventy percent, he wanted to admit defeat in surprise, but Zhang Ziyu obviously understood his intentions, a swift and incomparable punch came out suddenly, and the fierce wind made his breathing a little suffocated, and it was impossible to make a sound again.

Suddenly, the voice of the clothes together sounded, and a burst of shouts came from the side: "Stinky boy, stop me!" Before Han Qinghe could react, a figure he was familiar with had already appeared in front of him like a teleportation, and suddenly his heart was settled, he knew that he was saved!

And Zhang Ziyu did not have any panic, the elusive sneak attack of the monk Puxin had made him develop a good reaction habit, the first moment the sound of fluttering clothes sounded, his heart was already a big alarm, and when the figure that appeared in front of him came straight at him with a punch, he instinctively felt the danger, Luohan did not hit the bell directly, but stepped out again, Luohan was drunk, his body shook, he was actually avoiding this person, and unloaded all his strength, unscathed.

"Boy, you're very good! You can send and receive freely, hehe, it's a pity, if I punch it well, hehe. ”

Zhang Ziyu's face was solemn, looking at this young man in gorgeous clothes and brocade clothes, exuding a luxurious temperament all over his body, his face was full of pride, and he had an amazing confident look between his eyebrows. Zhang Ziyu had already guessed who it was in his heart, and he asked in a deep voice: "You are Wan Yingyan?!"

I saw this young man in Chinese clothes laughing arrogantly: "That's right, it's this son, boy, you are so bold, you dare to make a move on my people, since this is the case, you can give your life!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Zhang Ziyu in an instant, with a cruel smile on his face, a fierce and fierce punch, aimed straight at Zhang Ziyu, and suddenly attacked!

Zhang Ziyu never expected that this Wan Yingyan had practiced his outer kung fu to such an extent, look at his move is fast and fierce, his hands are like claws, and he draws out a strong wind, which is extremely terrifying, especially his boxing method, it is definitely not Shaolin Luohan boxing, moving like a goshawk to eat, standing on the ground, like an eagle shaking its wings, and the eagle striking the sky.

Zhang Ziyu's heart was shocked, he knew that this punch must not be hard-connected, and Wan Yingyan's own strength was far superior to him. He couldn't help but sigh, these bastards are not all unlearned.

However, even if Zhang Ziyu is not Wan Yingyan's opponent at the moment, he can keep himself invincible. But seeing that he made a mistake in his steps, his body was fluttering, although he stumbled indecently, seemed to have no rules, moved at will, and seemed to be drunk, but no matter how sharp and fast Wan Yingyan was, the palm that could open the stele and crack the stone could never touch Zhang Ziyu's clothes, a very funny scene, Wan Yingyan pressed step by step, Zhang Ziyu kept retreating and dodging, and there was always a slight distance between the two, so it was a stalemate.

Seeing Zhang Ziyu like this, Wan Yingyan's eyes sank, and he could see at a glance that this was an extremely exquisite footwork, not fast, but there was an unimaginable wonder between the dodges, but he was extremely conceited, and he suddenly felt that he had lost face, and a vicious look appeared on his face.

"Boy, I'm going to let you avoid it!"

As soon as the words fell, Wan Yingyan's body changed again, and in an instant, the rapid speed increased again, and his hands or fists, palms, or claws, as if he was tireless, like a storm, as if he had grown more than a dozen arms out, and laid an impenetrable fierce offensive in front of Zhang Ziyu.

In Zhang Ziyu's eyes, he seemed to see a hundred zhang eagle with wings rising up, soaring, covering the sky and the sun, and the strong sense of oppression made his body suffocate.

"Suffered!"

Zhang Ziyu suddenly felt bad in his heart, and Wan Yingyan saw the opportunity even more accurately, his eyes were sharp, and his fierce claw was already close.

"Woo-ra!"

A sound of tearing clothes suddenly sounded, Wan Yingyan already had a broken gray cloth in his hand, and there was a little more surprise in his eyes, he knew that he didn't hurt the other party at all, at that moment when he was about to claw, the other party had already dodged, he didn't see it clearly at all, the blue and white on his face flashed, and Wan Yingyan's fierce expression gradually emerged.

"Damn! I still don't believe it! Stinky boy, take it!"

Wan Yingyan stomped on the ground under his feet, and got up with the help of his strength, his figure accelerated a few points again, Zhang Ziyu was on guard, not daring to be careless at all, but there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air in his ears again, accompanied by a loud roar: "Wan Yingyan!

Zhang Ziyu only felt a flower in front of him, a gray figure suddenly appeared in front of him, in the face of Wan Yingyan's fierce and ferocious blow, he did not dodge or dodge, and went head-on, only to see the fists of the two of them collide together, and the force of the shock shook the two back, Wan Yingyan retreated five steps, and this person retreated seven steps, slightly inferior.

"Is it him?!"

Zhang Ziyu was a little surprised, the gray figure in front of him was actually the bully Lu Zhaohui who bullied these civilian disciples, but seeing that his face was full of anger, he did not shy away from Wan Yingyan's identity at all, and glared angrily.

I saw that after Wan Yingyan stabilized his figure, he saw the person who came clearly, and there was a disdainful sneer on his face: "Heh, who should I be, it turned out to be your waste wood, even if you dare to stop me! You are looking for death!" Lu Zhaohui did not give an inch, stepped forward, and said angrily: "Who is looking for death is not necessarily! It is useless to say more, look at the trick!"

Seeing Lu Zhaohui's boxing method on display, Zhang Ziyu's eyes suddenly changed, this boxing method is masculine to strong, and it is strong and vigorous, far surpassing Luohan boxing, where did this guy learn it, but Wen Wan Yingyan snorted coldly: "What kind of hole cards do I have when you dare to call me out, it turns out that you have learned the Shaolin Vajra boxing method, but that's it, I want to see if your Vajra boxing can rival my Flying Eagle Thirteen Claws!"

The more Zhang Ziyu looked, the heavier his expression became, he was not Wang Zikang, he could only watch a lively look, judging from the situation of the two fighting, he knew in his heart that he was definitely not an opponent if any of the two of them, especially this Wan Yingyan, don't look at it as an official eunuch's son, but he is really good at the outside door, even if Lu Zhaohui has already used the King Kong Fist a little hot, Zhang Ziyu can also see that he is being suppressed by Wan Yingyan, if it weren't for the majestic power of the King Kong Fist that made Wan Yingyan a little jealous, Lu Zhaohui might have been defeated。

Anyway, even if this kid has bullied him before, at least this time he is acting righteously, and he can't watch him lose, Zhang Ziyu turned his mind around, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Lu, this guy dared to plot against me just now, such a despicable villain, I can't bear it, junior brother, please forgive me, junior brother must also take action to seek justice!"

Without waiting for him to reply, Zhang Ziyu immediately bullied forward, the tiger came out of the hole, and smashed his chest, Wan Yingyan laughed wildly when he saw the situation: "Even if you add one, what can you do!" His claw method changed again, not only his body was smart, but also close and continuous between each claw, let Zhang Ziyu and Lu Zhaohui's fist skills be like the wind, and the momentum was strong and heavy, Wan Yingyan actually did not fall into the wind at all, and the lightning-like claw methods came out one after another, and several major killing moves made the two of them join forces and temporarily avoid the edge, with an arrogant expression, like a god and demon, extremely terrifying.

The battle between the three of them was fierce, and Wang Zikang on the side was dumbfounded, not only surprised by Lu Zhaohui's help, but also never expected that this junior brother Zhang, who was working with him every day, had entered the realm of martial arts to such a point, he couldn't see Wan Yingyan's moves clearly, and he could only see a yellow shadow constantly shaking, and this junior brother Zhang could still fight with ease, Lu Zhaohui's strength he knew, but didn't this Zhang Ziyu only start for a month, how could he practice to this extent, Wang Zikang really couldn't think of a reason for breaking his head, he could only sigh, this junior brother, martial arts talent is really unusual！

The three of them fought more and more fiercely, and actually fought an equal match, on par, like this, I am afraid that the final result is that the three of them lose their strength together, such a stalemate, so that the expression on Wang Zikang's face became more and more solemn, just when he didn't know what to do, a yellow-robed monk in the distance, his body flashed, and he came to the three of them in a few clicks, and cut straight into the center of the three-person battle, regardless of the fierce wind, his hands were raised to both sides, Wang Zikang only saw a dazzling golden light covering his palm, straight to the fists of the three people, and collided suddenly, but the monk he saw was unscathed, and the three people who fought at first were like being hammered, the body couldn't stop retreating, and it took a dozen steps to retreat before stopping.

"Amitabha. ”

The monk pronounced the Buddha's name, his face was full of kind smiles, but the hooked nose always looked a little yin owl feeling, although he was laughing, but it gave people a chilling feeling, I saw him say softly: "Shaolin Temple must not act rashly, Wan Yanei, you make it difficult for the poor monk to do." ”

Zhang Ziyu and Lu Zhaohui finally stabilized their bodies and minds, but when they saw Lu Zhaohui looking up, their faces were immediately gloomy, and they said in a low voice: "How could it be this monk who came, this is terrible!" Zhang Ziyu was slightly stunned and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong with this monk?"

Lu Zhaohui looked at the monk with some cold eyes, and replied: " This monk is called Huitong, a monk of Luohan Hall, but this guy is by no means a good kind, it seems that the predecessor was in that Wan Yingyan's father, Wan Taiwei served as a general, and then it seemed that he had committed something and was removed from his official position, Wan Taiwei introduced him to Shaolin Temple as a monk, this guy seems to be kind, but he is extremely insidious, at first we clashed with Wan Yingyan several times, all because of him, we were punished several times and confined, and even the disciples who were injured by Wan Yingyan's guy were forcibly locked up by him, and he was not given food, he was obviously on Wan Yingyan's side, this time it was troublesome。 ”

It seems that this Shaolin Temple is far from being as indisputable as he thinks, Taiwei's subordinates will become monks in the future, with the rights of Wan Taiwei, as long as you want to keep this guy, it will be easy, even if you make a big mistake, with the mediocrity of the emperor today, the party within the court is private, Wan Taiwei's power is comparable to Qin Hui, so arranged, or to Shaolin Temple as a monk, I am afraid that there are other plans.

Seeing that the smile on the face of this Huitong monk still did not change, he turned his head to look at Lu Zhaohui: "This is the first time you have picked up trouble here? Could it be that the previous confinement was not enough to be closed?

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhaohui's face changed, Zhang Ziyu's face was even more gloomy as water, and anger rose in his heart, this guy really had a sinister mind, just a few words, and didn't ask the ins and outs of the matter at all, and concluded that they were provoking the trouble, and they actually wanted to be expelled from Shaolin, which was too much.

Zhang Ziyu said coldly: "The master is too arbitrary, he doesn't even ask, he insists that it is us who is looking for provocation, whether it is too partial!" Hearing this, Huitong showed a somewhat playful look on his face, looked at Zhang Ziyu and said: "Oh, it seems that you are also a member of this provocation, Shaolin has become more and more relaxed in the recruitment of lay disciples in recent years, I see that you seem to be a disciple who has just started, you can also enter Shaolin with such a stubborn temperament, and you will have to be expelled together, and the Buddhism will be pure!"

"Is the master too arbitrary and arbitrary, why do you insist that we are provocative, it is clear that this Wan Yingyan caused trouble first, and I waited for self-protection before making a move, the master is a monk, so he doesn't ask the antecedents, and he concludes that he wants to expel us from the Shaolin Temple, isn't it too unreasonable!" Looking at Wan Yingyan who was gloating on the other side, Lu Zhaohui's face was gloomy, and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Oh, you're going to be reasonable?!"

Huitong's face was full of mockery, looked at the two of them, and shook his head slightly: "The truth, the poor monk will tell you, what is the truth here." As soon as the words fell, I saw his figure flash, and suddenly disappeared in place, Zhang Ziyu and the others didn't react, and the deep and hot voice sounded from behind them: "This, that's the truth!"

Zhang Ziyu and the others were taken aback, and hurriedly turned around, only to see Huitong's expressionless face, his two palms raised high, the golden light that had appeared before shone from his palm again, and the wide monk's robe was windless and automatic, Lu Zhaohui was shocked when he saw this, and exclaimed in a loud voice: "Mighty King Kong Palm! You monk dare to make such a heavy hand!" The words made Zhang Ziyu's heart beat violently, this turned out to be a strong King Kong palm! That Shaolin Outer Gate hard palm is the best! If the two of them were hit by this palm, they would be blessed by God if they broke their tendons and fractures, and if they were not careful, they would end up dead! Zhang Ziyu never expected that this monk would dare to make such a blatant killer! I saw that Huitong's two palms seemed to be slow, but in fact they were extremely fast, and Zhang Ziyu and the two of them couldn't dodge at all! Aimed at the chests of the two of them, they went straight down!

If you dare to fight, today, the old monk will not be able to settle accounts with you!"

A somewhat frivolous and uninhibited voice sounded, Zhang Ziyu suddenly looked happy, and the horror in the eyes of this Huitong monk flashed, and a pair of palms could stop at less than five inches on the chests of the two of them. But seeing that he regained his kind smile again, he clasped his palms together, bowed to the side and saluted, "Huitong has seen Uncle Puxin." ”

The owner of this voice is the stinky monk Puxin, I saw that he was still smiling, standing aside with a fat belly, laughing and saying: "Hahaha, I don't know what happened to these boys to offend Master Huitong's nephew, they actually ignored the Shaolin precepts, and privately attacked the lay disciples, and made it such a heavy technique as the powerful Vajra palm, which made the old monk very curious!"

Huitong pronounced the Buddha's name, and said kindly: "Uncle Mingjian, these disciples are stubborn, and they have repeatedly provoked trouble here, and the master and nephew have advised them many times, but they are rude to each other, and the master and nephew just scare them, and they don't really want to hit them. ”

"Oh! so that's the case, it's still forgivable for the nephew to do this, it's better to do this, these boys will be handed over to the old monk to be punished, and the nephew or nephew should go back to the Luohan Hall to retreat, don't delay the business!" He pronounced the Buddha horn again, and then left, Wan Yingyan's face was extremely stinky at the moment, he didn't say a word, he turned around and was about to leave, Han Qinghe hurriedly followed honestly, only to see that the two of them were halfway through, Wan Yingyan suddenly turned around, and said to Zhang Ziyu and Lu Zhaohui: "Today's business is not over! There are still three months to be a big competition between lay disciples! There is a kind of life and death in the ring when the time comes!" After speaking, he turned his head and left, regardless of whether Zhang Ziyu and they should go down or not.

Zhang Ziyu's face was slightly cold, and he had already made a decision in his heart, he turned his head to look at Puxin, and grinned: "Stinky monk! You are quite effective, I didn't expect that Huitong was so arrogant just now, and he was obedient in front of you, it seems that you are really not a fake monk!" Monk Puxin patted his stomach and replied with pride: "Of course, it's not the old monk who blows, or the old bald donkey of Shaolin Abbot Pukong has to behave when he sees the monk, he is just a disciple of the Hui generation, and he dares to call the monk?"

Yes, Zhang Ziyu really found that there is an old saying, things gather by like, people are grouped, this old man and this stinky monk are not accidental, they are all the kind of type that can't be praised, and if you praise it, you will go to heaven, monks and beggars are the same.

"Let's go! It's okay, just go with the monk and take you to a good place!" "Wait!"

Zhang Ziyu turned to Lu Zhaohui and hugged his fist and said: "Thank you for your help today, if it weren't for the senior brother, the junior brother would really not be the opponent of Wan Yingyan." I saw Lu Zhaohui snort coldly: "Don't bring me a high hat, you kid is not bad, I really didn't see it, you are still a martial arts seedling, you have only been a beginner for a month, you can actually have such skills, much stronger than the dead fat man, I can tell you, don't be lazy like that fat man, otherwise in the end, you will only let others bully, don't say it, I'll go!"

I saw this kid turn around and leave with a proud face, but this look looks a little less hateful, Zhang Ziyu suddenly felt that this guy was still very interesting, at least this situation helped out, indicating that he was not a bad person, smiled helplessly, and walked towards Wang Zikang, only to see that Li Hammer had woken up, with an indifferent look on his face, obviously covered in injuries, but he didn't even frown, the indescribable gray and cold look between his eyes made Zhang Ziyu feel a little palpitating, Wang Zikang opened his mouth and asked: "Sledgehammer!" Well, it's not a big deal. ”

I saw that Li Hammer got up directly as if he hadn't heard it at all, and didn't even look at them, so he left straight away, Zhang Ziyu was dumbfounded, and Wang Zikang was even more confused, and it took a while to react, and he complained angrily: "Damn! What kind of person, saved him, didn't even say a word, just left!" Zhang Ziyu glanced thoughtfully at the direction in which Li Hammer left, only to hear the poor voice of the monk Puxin sounded again: "Stinky boy!

Damn, where is this a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, he has no demeanor at all, Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes, complained in his heart, and said to Wang Zikang: "Senior Brother Wang, that little brother has retired in advance." Without waiting for Wang Zikang to speak, he walked directly to the mountain with the monk Puxin, beside the lively mountain stream just now, and in an instant, only this sad fat man was left alone in the wind, and after a while, he woke up from his stunned situation, and looked up to the sky and sighed: "You can't abandon me like this!!!"

Monk Puxin took Zhang Ziyu to the top of the small peak where he lived, and Zhang Ziyu asked curiously: "I said stinky monk, didn't you say take me to a good place, what good place can I go to you?"

"You'll know when you go, it's a good place to keep it, hehe. The mysterious smile on the face of the monk Puxin made Zhang Ziyu shudder a little, and he felt furious in his heart, complained a few times, and then didn't bother to pay attention to it, and followed him forward. Not to mention, he has lived here for so long in Puxin Monk, he really has never walked on his small peak except for practicing boxing in the small courtyard, as Puxin Monk walked like this, he really found that this small mountain peak is not small, the winding path, I don't know where it leads, but the trees, bushes, and grasses along the way grow extremely luxuriantly, and even as he goes deeper, Zhang Ziyu smells a little faint water vapor.

And at this moment, there was a faint roar in front of him, Zhang Ziyu was slightly stunned, and followed the back of Puxin's ass to walk forward, the more deafening the sound became, and it didn't take long for him to turn over a few bushes, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly fell, without the shade of the trees, Zhang Ziyu couldn't open his eyes for a while, and finally got used to it, Zhang Ziyu's eyes opened, and the scene he saw suddenly made his mouth open and couldn't close at all.

Where the fucking waterfall came from in such a broken mountain!

I saw a towering mountain wall appear, and under the mountain wall is a pool of water with a radius of dozens of zhang, sparkling, surrounded by green grass, the mountain breeze blows through, the fresh water vapor in the air is clearly identifiable, what is more shocking is the source of the roaring sound at first, it is actually a towering waterfall that is more than 20 zhang long, but see it like nine days hanging down, silver horses, with the surging momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, flowing down violently, Zhang Ziyu fixed his eyes, there is a huge stone below the waterfall, the whole body is black, the crystal clear and translucent washed by the water flow of this waterfall, and the water flow surging down the crazy hit this stone strongly, then there was a loud sound that shook the deafening, and the splash of water drew a wonderful arc in the air, and under the sunlight, a small faint rainbow quietly appeared.

"This, it's so beautiful. ”

Zhang Ziyu muttered a little distractedly, sure enough, any majestic building, in the face of the great scenery of nature, is so overshadowed, such a scene, for the shock of the soul, it is self-evident, and the monk Puxin obviously comes here often, he is used to seeing it, he is full of amusement looking at Zhang Ziyu's demented stupid appearance, can't help laughing.

"Well, stinky boy, this is a good place!"

Puxin's words pulled Zhang Ziyu back, and he immediately said with excitement on his face: "Damn! Stinky monk, I didn't see that you still have a cave here, such a spectacular place, you didn't say it earlier, hahaha, this is so wonderful." ”

I saw Monk Puxin smile weirdly: "Hehe, do you like it here?" "I like it, of course I like it." Zhang Ziyu replied without thinking. "Then for the rest of your life, come here to practice boxing. ”

"Practice boxing here?" Zhang Ziyu was slightly stunned, and immediately replied: "Of course it's good!" Puxin immediately said: "However, you have to stand in this waterhole and box." ”

"In a waterhole?"

Zhang Ziyu was a little strange, but seeing Puxin smiled mysteriously, he walked towards the waterhole, Zhang Ziyu followed quickly, but saw that this waterhole was not very deep, but only a few feet deep, the water flow was crystal clear, the sediment and gravel that floated at the bottom of the water, at a glance, the aquatic plants gently fluttering at the bottom of the pool, emerald green like jade, and there were so many small fish swimming and resting here, it looked really wonderful. Standing in a waterhole and practicing boxing, why not. I really can't ask for it, Zhang Ziyu thought in his heart.

Puxin glanced at him, as if he had insight into his heart, and laughed: "You might as well go down now and try it." When Zhang Ziyu heard this, he took off his shirt and threw his shoes, full of confidence, and jumped in with high spirits, and was about to start a posture of Luohan Boxing, but unexpectedly, a strange strength at the bottom of the pool suddenly hit, which surprised him, and the stones at the bottom of the pool were extremely slippery, only to smell a pop, Zhang Ziyu fell into the pool, wet into a soup chicken, and Puxin couldn't help patting his stomach on the side, laughing.

"Hahahaha, boy, look at your funny look, hahaha, ouch, laughing monk to death, hahaha. ”

Zhang Ziyu was ashamed and annoyed, he finally got up, stood firm, pointed at the nose of the Puxin monk and roared angrily: "Stinky monk! You play me! How can you practice boxing in this place, the undercurrent at the bottom of this pool can't stand at all, who can fight boxing here!" Looking at the gloating Puxin monk, Zhang Ziyu couldn't wait to immediately climb out of the water and kick his fat belly and feet.

Hearing this, the monk raised his eyebrows, and said to Zhang Ziyu with a playful expression: "If the monk I can punch in this water, what do you say?" Looking at the monk who seemed to be a little confident, Zhang Ziyu hesitated, but the undercurrent momentum that came out one after another on the soles of his feet made him stumble for a while, and the slippery stone surface made him unable to stand at all, coupled with the buoyancy of the water, Zhang Ziyu really didn't believe that this fat man could punch peacefully in this water, he rolled his eyes, and immediately said: " As long as you can fight boxing in this water, I won't say a word, I will come here every day to practice boxing, and I will wash your clothes for a month, if you can't do it, hehe, stinky monk, you have to wash my clothes for a month, of course, the premise is that you can't use internal force!"

Zhang Ziyu is very clear about the wonder of internal strength, he had no foundation in martial arts at the beginning, he coincidentally had a body of internal force with the help of Lao Lai, although it is not particularly strong, but the power that can be exerted is already shocking, and now the martial arts of this stinky monk Although he has not seen much, but he can intersect with Lao Lai, or a Shaolin monk, a body of internal strength is naturally extremely strong, if he uses internal strength to support, then the undercurrent at the bottom of this pool is naturally helpless.

I saw that the monk Puxin smiled slightly: "No problem, boy, honestly wash my clothes, hahaha." As soon as the words fell, the fat man jumped directly on the spot, entered the pool, and caused a large wave of splashes, splashing Zhang Ziyu was soaked, wiped a handful of water on his face, Zhang Ziyu was about to break the air and scold, but he was instantly stunned.

Puxin is solemn at this moment, his demeanor is solemn, his lower body is completely immersed in the pool, his body is not moving at all, as calm as a mountain, his hands are raised, Luohan's fist is unfolded, Zhang Ziyu's eyes widened and watched, Puxin's body does not have any luster that belongs to the true qi of the inner family, purely by physical strength, one move and one style, incomparably steady, the next plate does not shake, Zhang Ziyu tried his best to fail to stand firmly undercurrent, actually has no effect on him, except for his own footsteps, Zhang Ziyu can see that his steps are not chaotic at all, Luohan wears flower hands, golden dragon probes claws, tigers out of the hole, and the nine moves Luohan boxing is vividly displayed in his hands, not only completely stood firm in the pool, but also the thick and steady fist looked at Zhang Ziyu's heart for a while, Luohan fist's fist intent was unreservedly displayed in Puxin's hand, and the air around him continued to sound a whistling and low sound of breaking wind, like a sticky swamp as a heavy feeling, and even the water surface below was pressed down by his fist wind, showing a concave shape.

"This! This monk!"

Zhang Ziyu couldn't even speak, his eyes were full of disbelief shock, he knew that this monk was deeply hidden, but he had never seen this monk really make a move, but such a set of Arhat boxing methods that were based on the strength of the muscles and bones actually showed such a power in his hands, the grandmaster style that was as calm as a mountain and deep and mountainous, it really made Zhang Ziyu completely unable to associate him with the rogue appearance in the past.

Nine strokes of boxing, practiced in turn, Puxin slowly retracted his fists and stood up, looking at Zhang Ziyu's eyes that were already glowing with little stars, and couldn't help grinning: "How about it, the monk's boxing method can be returned to your eyes, haha." ”

"Enter, it's too much! Stinky monk, how can this Luohan fist be beaten like this by you, what is the secret, hurry up, hurry up and teach me!"

Zhang Ziyu couldn't wait to say, and Monk Puxin smiled mysteriously: " Hey, boy, the secret is in this pool, you will go to this pool every day to practice boxing, the undercurrent at the bottom of the pool is the best way for you to exercise, Luohan boxing is calm and heavy, like a mountain-like stability, that is because all the strength is from the ground, the force starts from the ground, the footsteps are steady, this punch out, in order to exert twelve percent of the strength, and when can you be in this pool to play a complete set of boxing, this Arhat boxing, you are a small achievement, more talk is useless, practice honestly, oh, by the way, thank you for a month of laundry, but it helped the monk a lot, hahahaha”

Puxin jumped up directly, the huge and bulky figure, actually light and quietly landed on the shore, a few ups and downs, and disappeared, Zhang Ziyu looked at it and was relaxed and happy, and even forgot to refute it in the end, breaking the contract, but he didn't bother to think about it so much, looking at this smooth and mirror-like pool of water, he must have a heart, learn from Puxin's appearance, steady horse steps, Luohan boxing and open.

"Arhat wears flowered hands....... Goo-goo......"

Zhang Ziyu emerged from the pool water, stood up straight, gritted his teeth, and performed again.

"Golden Dragon Probe Claw....... Goo-goo......."

Zhang Ziyu came out of the pool again, stood up straight, gritted his teeth again, and then performed.

"The tiger is out of the hole....... Goo-goo......."

Zhang Ziyu came out of the pool in a rage and scolded angrily: "Damn, I still don't believe it......! Goo, goo, goo......"

So this tranquil pool of water always resounded for a while with the heavy sound of heavy objects sinking into the water, then a few shouts, then the sound of falling water, and so on, and so on。。。。。

Sunset and sunset, the sky dome is dyed with a layer of dark red, the last afterglow of the sunset, the slight luster exudes the last residual warmth, on a small mountain peak, the rushing waterfall seems to be tireless, still galloping, roaring endlessly, a waterhole in front of him, with the afterglow of the sunset, the clear surface of the pool is like the reflection of the sky, but also with a few bright red, and in the pool water, a figure bathed in a faint luster, not caring that because of the waterfall falling on the boulder splashing splash fell on him, his face was solemn, his demeanor was solemn, his demeanor was solemn, and he constantly turned around, punched and moved, and played with a strict law, calm and heavy。

The young man's eyes were firm, his teeth were clenched, and the bottom of the pool was constantly impacting the undercurrent of his lower plate, with different directions and different strengths, one after another, which made his strength extremely exhausted, and his mind was fully concentrated, so that he could maintain an unchaotic practice of boxing.

This is naturally Zhang Ziyu, this month, he has listened to the words of Puxin every day, and came to the pool to practice boxing, because his efficiency in carrying water and chopping wood is really high, and often not long in the afternoon, he can complete the day's weight, so he has a lot of time to arrange and practice boxing. Of course, the time to wash the clothes for the stinky monk is therefore very sufficient, this monk said it really made Zhang Ziyu angry, this bastard used to rarely change the sloppy monk robe on his body, and after winning the bet with Zhang Ziyu, he changed it every day, I don't know how much he loves to be clean, this month is the most stinky time for this stinky monk, so that Zhang Ziyu is chest tightness.

But indeed, what the monk said is true, since practicing boxing in this pool, it has only been a month, Zhang Ziyu feels that there seems to be something more in his boxing skills, even the efficiency of carrying water and chopping wood is so high and related to this pool of water practice boxing, he obviously feels that his next plate is much more stable than before, when carrying water, with the pace of Luohan boxing, not to mention, the speed is still extremely fast, and the work of chopping wood, using the power of Luohan boxing, such a thin firewood knife, Zhang Ziyu can now use it to cut a tree hugged by a person, sometimes when he fights boxing by himself in the yard, I feel that every punch seems to have infinite strength, calm and surprising, and the whistling wind driven by it is extremely strong, which makes him more active in practicing boxing in this pool.

But there is one point, he has so far, in this pool of water at most to the fourth trick of Luohan boxing, it is difficult to maintain the stability of the lower plate, falling into the water is a common thing, he is not admitting defeat by nature, naturally every time he gets up, and begins to practice boxing, and then falls into the water, and then gets up again, such a cycle continues, but the Puxin who looks at it will nod with satisfaction from time to time, and then leave with great pleasure, practice martial arts, you should have such a will, hone your body, in order to achieve something, Zhang Ziyu himself practiced martial arts late, although by chance, can reshape the foundation, but do not know how to cherish the words, a year or two later, will be solidified in the meridians again, then there will be no such opportunity to lay a solid foundation.

And now he has been practicing hard day by day, coupled with the effect of the fire spirit root and the Shaolin Great Returning Pill hidden in his body, subtle changes, his own muscles and bones, Puxin can see that it is almost changing with each passing day, compared with a month ago, at least more than doubled, like this, the process of boiling strength will progress rapidly, and he will soon be able to rebuild his internal strength.

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And so it went for another half a month.

On this day, Zhang Ziyu, as usual, got up and went out, stretched his waist, moved his muscles, took a breath of fresh morning air like enjoyment, and was about to go out to work, only to see the monk Puxin walk in from outside the courtyard with a heavy face, a rare frown between his eyebrows, Zhang Ziyu was curious for a while, and wanted to ask what was going on, but saw that Puxin ignored him at all, and walked directly into the room.

What's going on?

Confused, Zhang Ziyu came to the utility room, but saw all the lay disciples were whispering, talking to each other, that passing by those Shaolin monks, all of them were heavy-footed, as if facing the enemy's vigilance, the monks in the mountains were a lot more than before, all of them were holding wooden sticks, Zhang Ziyu could see that these were all warrior monks from various Shaolin halls, their eyes were all fine and bright, and many people even puffed up their temples high, Zhang Ziyu heard Lao Lai say, this kind of vision on the face, representing this person's internal cultivation is extremely profound.

It seems that the whole Shaolin has fallen into a very strange tense atmosphere, Zhang Ziyu is very unknown, as a result, as soon as he arrived at the utility room, the prince Kang, who was a little informed, pulled him aside, and before Zhang Ziyu could react, he was mysterious, and the first sentence he said was: "Do you know?

Zhang Ziyu was full of doubts by Wang Zikang's inexplicable sentence, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"Last night, someone touched the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion, and it is said that a Shaolin scripture book was stolen!"

Zhang Ziyu was shocked instantly! The Shaolin Scripture Pavilion was stolen! This is a big deal! You must know that the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion is tantamount to a treasure that is dreamed of in the heart for all the people in the martial arts, there are not only Shaolin Temple's collection of various Buddhist scriptures for thousands of years, but more importantly, the Cabinet of the Scripture Pavilion, which collects the Shaolin Temple from ancient times to the present, all the monks have comprehended and created the martial arts, dazzling, and more importantly, the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts, all the martial arts cheats, are kept in the Scripture Pavilion!

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is surrounded by the masters of the Shaolin Temple to strictly protect and guard, to put it mildly, even a mosquito can not fly in, let alone such a living person, for those who try to steal the scriptures, the Shaolin Temple will not be spared, will be pressed into the Shaolin dungeon, imprisoned. Taking such a big risk, it will naturally not be stealing Buddhist scriptures, it must be a Shaolin martial arts secret book, not to mention the person who can steal the scriptures from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, natural martial arts are by no means ordinary, such a person will naturally not be aiming at Shaolin ordinary martial arts cheats, it must be one of the seventy-two stunts, and even the top ones!

If the Yi Jin Sutra is stolen! ！

Zhang Ziyu couldn't imagine what kind of uproar this could set off in Shaolin or even in the entire rivers and lakes!

"It is said that there were Shaolin monks who fought him last night and were injured!" Wang Zikang said in a low voice. "Damn! Did you say what scriptures you lost?" After all, he is a martial arts person, of course, it is more related to what Shaolin mastery has been stolen. I saw Wang Zikang shook his head: "I don't know this, it is estimated that only a few heads and abbots know, but you look at this posture, this must have lost a very important secret scripture, otherwise it would not be like this, it is said that even the entire Shaomu Mountain has been blocked, and all the warrior monks have been dispatched, I heard that yesterday the first master of Puzhi in the Dharma Hall fought with that person, and injured that person, so he concluded that this guy who stole the book would definitely not be able to run far." ”

"Yes, this is really a big deal, so do we still need to work today?" "As soon as this thing comes out, what else do you do, but all lay disciples have to be checked, it is said that this person has been lurking in Shaolin for a long time, and it may be one of the many disciples and monks. "It's really.... Something is wrong!"

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Dharma Hall, in the first wing.

I saw several Shaolin monks wearing robes and gray beards sitting here, and even the stinky monk Puxin had changed his debauchery in the past, with a serious face and sitting here in a robe.

Sitting in the first seat is the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple presiding over Master Pukong, I saw him described as withered and thin, but the pair of eyes were indeed warm as jade, deep and spiritual, and slowly said: "The theft of Shaolin last night is the most serious thing in Shaolin for thousands of years, Senior Brother Puzhi, please explain in detail what happened." ”

"Yes, Senior Abbot. ”

The old monk who was in the first seat on the right hand side of the abbot of Pukong stood up, he was the first seat of the Shaolin Dharma Hall, Puzhi. He bowed with one hand and said in a deep and deep voice: " Last night Puzhi was restless, in the middle of the night was still reciting scriptures, to understand the Dharma, but heard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion over there, came the disciple's shout, the poor monk immediately rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, on the way, only to see a person in black night clothes, the body is weird, the light skill is extremely high, constantly fleeing forward, the poor monk immediately chased, with the light power of crossing the river with a reed in this door, but it is still slightly inferior to the body method, in a hurry, the poor monk used the door of the Dora Ye finger, volleyed the move, although this person is the light power of the contemporary, but it seems that the martial arts are not too high, the internal force is not strong, can not resist the finger strength of the Dora Ye finger, was hit in the back by the poor monk, injured him, but this person did not stay, spit out blood, and the body method was accelerated a few points again, and the poor monk could no longer catch up with him, so he had to let the disciples go down the mountain immediately, guard the mountain gate, and not let anyone enter or leave. ”

"Amitabha. After the monk Puzhi finished speaking, the abbot of Pukong pronounced the Buddha's horn and said lightly: "This is how this happened, I don't know what the senior disciples think." ”

"I don't know if this door is stolen, which martial arts secret book is it?"

The abbot of Pukong let out a long sigh: "It is the only secret book of the most important first layer of the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill. ”

Hearing this, the monks were in an uproar, no wonder they were so aggressive, if this martial art was stolen, then it must be recovered no matter what! Everyone frowned, silent, the atmosphere in the room was a little solemn, I saw that at this time, Monk Puxin got up, bowed slightly, and then asked directly: "I don't know what is special about Senior Brother Puzhi seeing that person's light martial arts last night, or what is abnormal in his actions?"

"What's special?" Monk Puzhi frowned, obviously recalling and thinking, after a while, his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something, and said at the moment: "The poor monk last night felt that this person's light body method was extremely fast, but the body method posture is indeed quite weird, like, like, yes, like a bat flying, the body is straight, his hands are open, but the speed is amazing. ”

"Like a bat!" Monk Puxin heard this, his pupils immediately contracted, and when the abbot of Pukong saw this, he asked, "What, what did Senior Brother Puxin find?"

"Tell Senior Brother, this person's internal strength is obviously not as good as Senior Brother Puzhi, but the high level of light skill is actually able to beat Senior Brother Puzhi's reed crossing the river, such a clever light skill is rare in the world, plus Senior Brother Puzhi described him as a dark night bat-like posture, Senior Brother dares to assert that this kind of light skill is the unique light skill of the blood bat Lou Qi Xiu, the blood bat ghost. ”

"Blood bat?Lou Qixiu?!"

All the monks were shocked, this Lou Qixiu was a master of the underworld who was famous thirty years ago, he was cruel and murderous, his methods were cruel, and his martial arts were not very strong, but he was a strange light martial arts body, but he could be called the top in the world, and the righteous sect of the world sent many masters, but he was never able to arrest him, and he repeatedly escaped, and his clever light skills made many people shake it.

However, it didn't take long for this person to disappear into the rivers and lakes, and there was no trace of him, many people thought that he was captured and killed by that decent master, and they couldn't imagine that thirty years later, his unique light skills, the shadow of the blood bat and ghost reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

The abbot of Pukong looked solemn and said: "Senior Brother Puxin traveled in the rivers and lakes in his early years, and he has some understanding of the martial arts of various sects and factions, presumably the judgment of the junior brother will not be wrong, but this Lou Qixiu has disappeared for many years, but the first thing he did when he reappeared in the rivers and lakes was to steal the scriptures of this sect, which really has many strange things. ”

"But no matter what, this martial arts will never allow outsiders to steal, junior brother Puxin, you have always traveled the rivers and lakes, and you have a wide network, so you will go down the mountain to investigate and see if there is any trace of Lou Qixiu, and the rest of the junior disciples, each leading a team of disciples, must search the entire Shaomu Mountain, be sure to find out any place, there must be no mistake!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Abbot!"

Zhang Ziyu was stunned, looking at his hands in a daze, unable to believe that the power of this punch could at least reach the power of eight stones, ordinary people, etc., without cultivating internal strength, without the blessing of the true yuan of the inner family, it would be difficult to achieve this level by relying on external strength alone.

"What is the martial arts in that Diamond Sutra! It is terrible to be able to temper my muscles and bones to such an extent in just one night! No wonder, no wonder Monk Huiming wants to steal this scripture, it turns out that the exercises in it have such a miraculous effect!" Zhang Ziyu can now understand why Monk Huiming stole this scripture, it is indeed worth his risk.

Speaking of this, it was really Huiming who worked hard to make a wedding dress for Zhang Ziyu.

In the early years, the monk Huiming practiced the inner strength of the demon gate, because this internal strength was too domineering, under his forced cultivation, the meridians of the whole body have been damaged, and the hidden dangers are very serious, and the cultivation of a body is more than seventy percent because of this, and if it goes on like this, it is even more likely to endanger his life, and he is helpless, looking for a way to save him everywhere. He knows that Shaolin is the authentic martial arts of the world, and the treasure of the temple Yijin Sutra has the magical effect of cutting tendons and washing the marrow, which is enough to eliminate the injuries in his body, but the Yijin Sutra is the foundation of Shaolin martial arts, and even the first Shaolin hall, only the Dharma Hall has studied the martial arts of Shaolin, and the first one has the opportunity to learn the Yijin Sutra, in addition, only the Shaolin abbot is qualified to study, and the care of the Yijin Sutra is even stricter, with his cultivation, it is impossible to get the Yijin Sutra.

However, he heard a rumor, Shaolin also has a martial arts, the same has the effect of rebirth, I Ching marrow-washing, and after the successful cultivation, can also cultivate a strong true qi, practice the body protection skills, since then invulnerable, ten thousand laws are not violated, which makes him have a fluke mentality, after dressing up, came to the Shaolin Temple, became a monk, stayed for ten years, only then did he find out the law of the guards of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, seize the opportunity of personnel rotation, risk being caught, stole this scripture, who expected the Shaolin Temple to be so vigorous and resolute, immediately martial law the whole temple, he was Pu Zhi's domineering Polo Ye finger and hurt the visceraIn the case of the investigation of the whole temple, he had no choice but to take advantage of the late night to find a place to heal and hide the scriptures.

He knew that the monk Puxin went down the mountain to investigate the theft of the scriptures, so he took advantage of the time when Puxin was unpopulated, and quietly went up the mountain, of course, he didn't know that Zhang Ziyu lived in the small courtyard of Puxin, after all, lay disciples generally have a special house, he was bent on stealing books, where did he have the heart to manage a lay disciple, all kinds of coincidences, which made this Zhang Ziyu pick up a big bargain.

Of course, he himself didn't know the cultivation restrictions of King Kong's incorruptible divine skills, otherwise this move would be in vain, and it would have made Zhang Ziyu, but he was afraid that he would vomit blood in anger. In any case, under this change, Zhang Ziyu based on the King Kong not bad magic skills, laid the foundation, which can be called extremely strong, the first layer of kung fu has been small, stepping into the door of the practice of King Kong is not bad gods, as long as you practice hard, the future achievement of King Kong is not bad, just around the corner.

Although he comprehended a trick of Arhat drunkenness, he was extremely happy, but this mood was only short-lived, after all, when Zhang Ziyu saw that the slow fat man had finished today's task and said goodbye to rest, he still had five jars of water that had not been filled, looking at the empty five jars, his heart was broken. There was no way, so he had to pick up the flat shoulder again and walk down the mountain leisurely.

It has always been Zhang Ziyu's nature to be happy in suffering, especially Zhang Ziyu is easy to be addicted to one thing, and the process of picking up water up the mountain is a bit too boring and boring.

This move is a bit strange, because in the strict sense, it is not a move to attack the boxing, but similar to the dodge of the pace of martial arts, this seems to be a bit distorted and strange steps, but it has amazing speed and dodge ability, the more he repeats the action of this move in his mind, the more he feels that there are a lot of unspeakable subtleties in this move, gradually, his eyes are a little empty, unconsciously in the case of carrying a bucket on his shoulder, the steps change again and again, practicing the footwork of the Arhat drunk step in his mind, which is also fortunate that no one sees it, otherwise it really makes people think that this kid is not carrying water and picking the brain is broken。

Carrying a wooden barrel on the mountain path, his body staggered, swaying, swaying, as if he was about to fall, but he stood up strangely, staggered and crooked, looked a little funny, but surprisingly, his speed was getting faster and faster, as if there was no burden on his shoulders, it was extremely easy, shaking and shaking, it was gradually like a ghost changing, strange posture, but it was a step across the distance of nearly a zhang, a few steps to cross a mountain path, the previous particularly long mountain road, became extraordinarily short, and after a while he came to the utility room, which stopped。

His eyes were full of shock, he looked at his surroundings in disbelief, and glanced at the two wooden barrels that had been exhausting him, he hurriedly poured the water in the buckets into the water tank, and then picked up the two empty wooden barrels again in one breath, and walked frantically towards the bottom of the mountain with the drunken body of the Arhat. Going down the mountain, carrying water, and then going up the mountain, this is how it comes and goes, over and over again.

When Zhang Ziyu filled the last tank of water, his eyes were still full of shock, and with the strange gaze of the miscellaneous monk, he walked out of here, and walked along the mountain path to a secret clearing between the mountains and forests.

"Is this the real secret of Shaolin Temple carrying water and chopping wood?"

Zhang Ziyu discovered one thing, in the process of carrying water, he inadvertently stepped on the footsteps of the Arhat drunk when he went up the mountain, so that with the continuous change of his steps, his body shook and shook, and he actually invisibly eliminated all the weight attached to him by the two wooden barrels, and even the two wooden barrels also acted on him when he shook with his body, so that his trick Arhat drunk step continued to be deepened, and the subtleties were more clear, and some vague places in his mind at first became clearer and clearer in the process of that section of the mountain road。

He was a little surprised, and couldn't wait to rush back to Puxin's small courtyard, and pushed open his door and rushed in.

Monk Puxin was still as usual, in front of his table with a large piece of meat, a big sip of wine, and a big meal, watching Zhang Ziyu rush in, his face full of excitement, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

"Stinky monk! I finally know the secret of the Shaolin Temple to carry water and chop wood, haha! I didn't expect this way of working to be able to maximize the cultivation of Luohan drunk, and realize the essence, you monks really love to play dumb riddles, and even the tricks of this kind of practice have to be put in this kind of miscellaneous work, fortunately, the master is smart, otherwise, hum, hahahaha. ”

Zhang Ziyu's face was smug, and he looked up to the sky and laughed, let your fat man sell me Guanzi, how about it, I relied on my own ingenuity and ingenuity to find the mystery of this, you have nothing to say, hahaha.

I saw that the monk Puxin poured the wine unhurriedly, as if he said casually: "So-so, I found the secret in half a month, compared with the monk, it is only a week late, very smart, hehe, very smart." This made Zhang Ziyu's smile freeze instantly, and his arrogant laughter came to an abrupt end.