Fang Shiyu's grandfather Miao Xian and the best Zen master are the same brothers, as a Buddha three generations, since childhood, he has always regarded Shaolin as a holy place of martial arts in his mind.

This time, he was forced to die by Li Xiaohuan and had to escape into Shaolin to avoid trouble, Fang Shiyu felt like he got what he wanted, but on the other hand, he was sulking.

He took the initiative to go to Shaolin and forced to go to Shaolin, which are completely two different concepts.

And who is Li Xiaohuan?

The daughter of Wudang Su Lao Li Bashan, a disciple of Wudang.

It is because it is difficult for Fang Shiyu to have a good impression of Taoist priests.

And what did a Taoist priest do when he ran to Shaolin territory?

Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, and Hu Huiqian couldn't help but have suspicious looks on their faces, and they looked at Song Mingjing intently.

It's also a shame that Song Mingjing didn't wear a Wudang robe, otherwise Fang Shiyu and his party would be like a great enemy.

Fang Shiyu couldn't care about his appetite, he had always been a straight-hearted person, and he went straight to the point: "Little Taoist, what are you doing on my Shaolin territory?" ”

"Shaolin Turf?!"

Song Mingjing slowly flipped the grill, didn't raise his eyelids, and only let out a chuckle: "This Nine Lotus Mountain has been around for thousands of years, and heaven and earth have been created, when did it belong to you Shaolin?" What's more, the world is so big that I can gallop, I can come if I want, and I can leave if I want, can you control it? ”

"What do you say? Want to fight? ”

Fang Shiyu was so angry that he almost pounced, Hu Huiqian, and Hong Xiguan hurriedly stretched out their hands to stop him, but they also stared at Song Mingjing with unkind eyes.

Fang Shiyu is a person who values affection and righteousness, and he can rest assured that he is a brother, and he can definitely accompany you to death without frowning.

But that doesn't mean he's good-tempered.

On the contrary, Fang Shiyu's personality is artillery, he will blow up at one point, he is rebellious and stubborn, and he likes to fight.

When he met Hong Xiguan, he didn't agree with each other, fists faced each other, and finally became friends of life and death.

met the monk Sande, full of old fists, and beat the former severely, and later became a friend of life and death.

and Tong Qianjin are also not acquaintances, and they are close friends.

When he met Ling Xiaoxiao, he was also reckless and beat him first, and finally Ling Xiaoxiao became his wife.

"Forget about fighting!" Song Mingjing glanced at Fang Shiyu and said leisurely: "With your skills, I'm afraid you won't even be able to take my three moves and two styles, and it's almost the same if you replace your grandfather." ”

This kind of understatement tone, there is no contempt in it, as if it is just a bland statement of a fact, but it makes Fang Shiyu even more angry, and pointed at Song Mingjing and said: "Anyone can blow nonsense, if you have the ability, you can come to compare fists and feet with me one-on-one, and you are not allowed to use weapons." If my Shiyu can't knock you down, count me as losing. ”

Fang Shiyu saw the long knife resting in front of Song Mingjing, although he was angry, he was not carried away by the anger, and he used his words to squeeze the other party without weapons.

"Shiyu, calm down, have you forgotten how we came to Shaolin? If you get into trouble again, you will definitely be driven down the mountain by Uncle Zhineng Shi. Hu Hui tried hard to dissuade him.

"Shiyu, it's time for us to go back to the temple!" Monk Sande folded his hands and saluted Song Mingjing: "Little Taoist, we are leaving." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Shiyu, on the other side, Hong Xiguan and Hu Huiqian also half-supported Fang Shiyu, and the four of them turned around and were about to leave.

At this time, the roast chicken was already cooked, Song Mingjing took off the grill, tore off a chicken leg, as if he couldn't feel the heat, chewed a few bites, and even swallowed a whole chicken leg with a belt, and said: "Don't you want to know why I came to Shaolin?" ”

The backs of the Sande monks and others leaving were stunned.

Song Mingjing said: "I have heard that Shaolin martial arts is powerful and powerful, and the best Zen master is a rare master in the rivers and lakes. ”

Hong Xiguan and Hu Huiqian let go of Fang Shiyu, and several people turned their heads and glared at Song Mingjing.

In the past few months since they entered Shaolin to learn art, in addition to making some friends, the most respected and admired is the best Zen master.

The best Zen master treats them like a master and a father, and the unruly Fang Shiyu has become an obedient baby in front of the best.

It is precisely because of the reverence for the supreme Zen master that others cannot be allowed to be contemptuous.

Even the Sande monk, who has always been in a peaceful mood, shook his head slightly and frowned when he looked at Song Mingjing.

Fang Shiyu pinched the knuckles of his fingers and said, "It seems that you really want to be beaten." ”

Song Mingjing ripped off another chicken leg and smiled: "If you can beat me, please eat this chicken leg." ”

The reason why he deliberately found fault was that he was a little curious, and he wanted to see the progress of Fang and Hong in the past few months.

Fang Shiyu was cultivated by Miao Cuihua with hard work, and he used medicinal baths to wash his body every day, and he got a copper skin and iron bones for a long time.

And Hong Xiguan is the founder of the folklore "Hong Boxing", both of them can be called martial arts wizards, as soon as they entered Shaolin, they were opened by various small stoves, and I don't know how much they have grown compared to a few months ago.

"Keep it for yourself!"

Fang Shiyu snorted coldly, stepped forward, put his legs into the gun, swept across the border like a whirlwind, and the burning bonfire slammed away, slamming towards Song Mingjing.

Song Mingjing's feet seemed to have a spring, and the figure that was originally sitting suddenly rose up, and with a turn in the air, he avoided the bonfire that came to him and fell behind Fang Shiyu.

Monk Sande hurriedly shouted, "Shiyu be careful. ”

Fang Shiyu's speed was not slow, he turned around suddenly, waved his fists, and used the 'bitter sea of return' in the Luohan fist to attack Song Ming's neck.

With a "snap", Fang Shiyu's fist was only halfway handed over before it was intercepted in the air. Song Mingjing's body was half lying, as if he was leaning in the air, and he hit Fang Shiyu's fist with one kick, forcing him to retreat again and again with a sharp force.

Immediately, his body brought a strong wind, swept over, and the sand and gravel leaves in the forest rolled up and fell, and Song Mingjing pressed his palm on Fang Shiyu's chest.

A soft energy invaded through the clothes, making Fang Shiyu's body shocked, knowing that he couldn't take this palm no matter what, he didn't care about the image, and rolled and slipped away on the spot.

At this moment, there was a slippery and greasy feeling in his mouth, and he only heard the other party laugh: "It seems that you don't like chicken legs, so how does this chicken butt taste?" ”

Fang Shiyu slid out of his hand, stood up, and spit out a piece of meat from his mouth with a "poof", his face was ugly.

He has never been the only one to play tricks on others, and it is the first time he has been teased by others like this, but this breathless trick has also taught him to understand that the other party's martial arts are definitely not something he can compete with now.

Song Mingjing had already swallowed the other chicken leg again, threw away the grill, clapped his hands, looked at Sande, Hong Xiguan and others who rushed over and stood with Fang Shiyu, and said with a smile: "I said earlier, you can't do it alone, or you come and play with me a few hands...... Well?! ”

Having said this, Song Mingjing's eyes turned sharply, and the sound of clothes breaking through the wind sounded in the direction of the mountain road, and two people were rushing towards the mountain.