With Wu Yazi's personal guidance, Xia Yu's kung fu progress is naturally a thousand miles a day, and the secrets like a book of heaven have become easy to understand under the master's explanation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Even if you can't remember something, with the help of the mobile phone recorder, Xia Yu can do it as soon as you listen to it, and you can understand it as soon as you listen to it.

Before the efficacy of NZT-48 disappeared, Xia Yu wrote down his understanding of the Northern Shengong and Ling Bo Weibu, and asked questions according to the records, but Xia Yu still maintained his original "smartness".

But no matter how powerful kung fu is for half a year, it is impossible for Xia Yu to directly become a top master, although a solid foundation has been laid, but kung fu still needs time to polish, and Xia Yu happens to have this time, but he will be able to do the North Spiritual Skill, which is enough.

On this day, he had just finished practicing kung fu and was called over by Wu Yazi.

"Yu'er, most of you have already started this kung fu, but to become a real master, you still need to go to the rivers and lakes to practice."

This was said very clearly, and Xia Yu directly understood, "Did Master tell me to go down the mountain and absorb the skills of others to improve my realm?" "To be honest, Xia Yu also wants to use this magical Northern Spiritual Skill, if he wants to defeat the sweeping monk, I am afraid that he will have to absorb the skills of many people.

"Yes, but you can understand Master's intentions." Wu Yazi asked kindly.

"In vain, I understand that this world is the law of the jungle." Xia Yu said his true thoughts, the Northern Pluto Divine Skill was originally used to absorb the internal force of others.

"Not a woman's kindness, I really didn't mistake you at the beginning, I thought you would resist such a way to become stronger, but I didn't expect to think too much for the teacher."

"The apprentice has been working hard outside since he was a child, and he is used to seeing the black and white of this world, so he naturally does not know the kindness of a woman." Xia Yu is right, he walks in this intricate film and television world, in order to survive, naturally there will be no such pedantic kindness, but he is not the kind of villain who is selfish to the extreme, he is him, he has his own ruler.

As for the idea that other people's things are not their own after all, Xia Yu originally had it, but after all, the Northern Shengong is not a star-absorbing Dafa, otherwise it would be impossible for Wu Yazi to live to the age of 92, if it weren't for Ding Chunqiu, he was afraid that he would be able to directly cross the 100-year-old level, if this is not enough, Xia Yu still has a system, and there is really no need to worry too much about hidden dangers and the like.

"In that case, you can go down the mountain, remember, the body of the teacher can last for a year at most, and within a year, you must come back."

Xia Yu had long known that the limit of Wuyazi was approaching, but as soon as he heard this, he inexplicably still wanted to cry, he lost his father early, no one cared if he was full of food, warm or not, alone in this world, and here, more than 180 days and nights in this cave, Xia Yu felt warm again.

Wu Yazi is very strict with him, Xia Yu didn't want to pretend to be smart, but he didn't want to see his master disappointed, so he had been working very hard.

Although he is not so smart, he is a liberal arts student, he can memorize, he will put on headphones every night when he sleeps, and listen to the audio of Wuyazi's lecture over and over again until he is ripe, and he will practice the moves and steps over and over again until he forms the instinct of the body.

It can be said that this period was the hardest time for him, but he didn't feel the hardship at all. He respects his master, he treats him as his own relative, and he wants his approval. These are Xia Yu's most sincere feelings.

Xia Yu knows that this is the real world, and his master is not a so-called NPC, but it is only through film and television that Xia Yu knows what kind of people this person is, and what kind of person is really worthy of his feelings.

When the traverser sees himself as a god and is above the plot characters, he has already lost his true heart, and such a utilitarian traverser is destined to not go long.

"Yes, Master." Holding back his tears, Xia Yu walked out, and for a long time, a long sigh came from the stone room.

When he left the stone room, Xia Yu had already made a decision in his heart, he wanted to prolong the life of Wuyazi, in this world of heavenly dragons, I am afraid that only Yijin Jing has such a miraculous effect.

"Yi Jin Jing? Master, wait for me. Xia Yu muttered.

After going down the mountain, Xia Yu bought a horse, in addition to pushing the boat down the river, this is the fastest mode of transportation in ancient times, Xia Yu is ready to rush to Juxianzhuang.

He couldn't be clearer about Tianlong's timeline, estimating the day, at this time, the identity of the Khitan people of Qiao Feng was about to be exposed, and the next thing was the plot of Azhu going to steal the Yijin Sutra.

But this is also what Xia Yu can't understand, to say that this Shaolin Temple already has such a powerful existence as a sweeping monk, but it still let Azhu succeed, although Azhu has the bonus of disguise technique, but such a loophole is too obvious.

Xia Yu wants to get the Yi Jin Sutra has a simple way, he can wait until the plot of Juxian Zhuang unfolds to ask for it from A Zhu, his senior brother's land Xue Shen Doctor can cure Ah Zhu's injury, and the probability of success of the Yi Jin Jing is very high on the condition of curing the injury, but Xia Yu does not want to do this.

He needs to reverse the plot, and the plot must go along when it should be, but without affecting the main line, all the side plots can be reversed. This is the experience gained by Xia Yu after two crossings.

Saying this means that Xia Yu has made a decision, and he is ready to take the Yijin Sutra out of the Bodhi Courtyard of Shaolin Temple with his own hands, and end the branch line of the iron-headed man You Tanzhi. Even if you will meet a sweeping monk, you will not hesitate.

Although he is far from reaching the first level in the world of martial arts at this moment, Xia Yu is not cowardly, he knows more than just martial arts!

Moreover, if it really happens, Xia Yu can really see the gap between himself and the sweeping monk. The pros outweigh the cons.

Xia Yu, who made the decision, turned the horse's head and galloped in the direction of Songshan Shaolin Temple, fortunately, Songshan Mountain and Drum Mountain were in Henan, and in just two days, Xia Yu came to the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

Depositing the horses in the inn at the foot of the mountain, Xia Yu went up the mountain, with his current skills, Ling Bo micro-steps are more than enough, the sixty-four hexagrams are walked through, and the limbs do not have the feeling of paralysis after strenuous exercise, and the footsteps are all over the sixty-four hexagrams for a week, and the internal breath naturally turns for a week. Therefore, every time Xia Yu walks, the internal force will be improved.

Walking can still practice, I'm afraid that only Ling Bo Weibu is the only one. After sighing with emotion, Xia Yu's speed did not decrease at all, and finally climbed to the Shaolin Temple when the sun set.

Taking out the dry food from the space, Xia Yu ate it quickly, and before the sunset, he wanted to replenish his physical strength quickly.

When a new moon hangs on the starry sky, Xia Yu is about to start acting.

There is a folding ladder specially carried in the space, but it has no effect at the moment, Xia Yu, who came to the yellow wall, stepped on the temple wall directly with a stomp, this height directly broke the record of modern human high jump, and it was a side flip, Xia Yu quietly fell on a roof five meters away, and ran forward with Lingbo Weibo, without making a single sound.

Xia Yu can feel that he is as light as a cat at the moment, and he can achieve such an effect without brain overclocking, martial arts is really a magical thing.

The courtyard of the middle hall of Shaolin Temple, not to mention dozens, one in the east, one in the west, scattered between the slopes of the hills, and the real martial arts base, there is no topographic map set up in the courtyard here.

Then the only option is to scratch the tongue, Xia Yu remembered that he was scratched by the scouts of the Red Army during the previous exercises, but after all, it was a brother army, and now it is different, Xia Yu has stood on the opposite side of the Shaolin Temple.

The evening class had just ended, there were quite a few monks walking around in the temple, a little monk walked under the corridor alone, his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, when he walked out of the hall corridor to the open space, a black shadow hung down directly from above, and then he felt the soles of his feet light, and his eyes were dark.

The next second he was on the roof, and a man in a night suit was choking his neck, and he could feel that he couldn't make a sound.

"I asked, you answered, understand?" The little monk's eyes were full of fear, and after listening to Xia Yu's words, he nodded heavily.