After another three years, Zhao Zimo, who had finished copying the scriptures one day, took a deep breath and felt that his handwriting was a lot more handsome......

And he also understands why the system makes his novice world born in the Shaolin Temple, not a certain Taoism.

It is entirely because the martial arts foundation of Shaolin Temple is the most solid, the Tao teaches qi, and Buddhism refines the body.

Zhao Zimo, who was born with an innate Taoist body, does not need to go to Taoism to comprehend nature, although his understanding is good, but it is too much, and he should create a solid martial arts body at a young age.

Xianwu World, Xianwu World!

Obviously, there are immortals and martial arts in that world!

And the system allowed him to walk, obviously to practice both qi and martial arts, and cultivate both.

"Time is in a hurry, another three years have passed, I should also refine my body, right?" The little monk Zimo took the scriptures and sent them to the abbot's courtyard, and there were two warrior monks guarding the door, clasping their hands together and saying respectfully: "Uncle Xiao is good." ”

"Amitabha, hello to Dabao Xiaobao, is Master Abbot in the house?"

The two warrior monks who were called Dabao Xiaobao were speechless, but they couldn't refuse the nickname given by Xiaoshi's uncle, they just said: "No, I heard that a celestial master from Longhu Mountain is here, and the abbot will go over and take a look." ”

"Heavenly Master?" Zhao Zimo raised his sword eyebrows, feeling a little interesting.

"I'll go and send the Buddhist scriptures into the house and leave, it's so hot, just hide under the shade of the tree, Master won't scold you!" He pointed to the sun in the sky, the current weather is too poisonous, it is more than thirty degrees, even warrior monks like them with internal qi are sweating.

The slightly fat warrior monk is called Dabao, and at this time he quickly shook his head with a frightened face: "The abbot doesn't care, but the first seat of the Discipline Academy, he was caught because he listened to you, and let us kneel for a day and a night......"

"You didn't mention my name?" He scratched his head.

"I mentioned it...... He said, don't listen to the words of the little master and uncle who doesn't do his job, except for painting, he hides in the courtyard in a daze all day long, and he doesn't know how to practice martial arts......" Xiaobao smiled as he spoke.

Zhao Zimo rolled his eyes: "Cut, I'll go to practice martial arts tomorrow, and he will obediently call me Uncle Shi in the future, just wait." ”

………………

Originally, I wanted to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to join in the fun, but after thinking about it, the group of disciples and grandchildren of the Juezi generation should be full of resentment, so they didn't bother.

After all, they are all so old, in front of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, calling themselves Uncle will definitely not be able to save face......

So he went to the Luohan Hall to see how Zhang Junbao and the two guys were doing, the warrior monks of Shaolin are ranked, they first entered the Luohan Hall, and then selected four warrior monks to enter the Dharma Academy every year, and finally, of course, there were eighteen bronze people!

However, the eighteen bronze people do not change all year round, and once they are changed, they are eighteen people, they basically practice together, eat and live together, cooperate tacitly, the realm is first-class, and the combat power is superb.

If you want to change the eighteen bronze people, then gather enough eighteen warrior monks to challenge, anyway, Zhao Zimo has been a monk for so long, and he has not changed the eighteen bronze people for eight years.

As for the monk who wants to go down the mountain, he naturally wants to challenge the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, and if he can break through, you will win, and you can go down the mountain as you like......

And does Zhao Zimo have the confidence to break through now?

What are you kidding, after practicing thirteen years of internal strength, he hasn't practiced any moves, let him break into the eighteen bronze man array, it is better to let eighteen ordinary warrior monks torture him to death......

But he is confident that after a few years of learning martial arts, he will be able to break through the eighteen bronze formations, although he has not practiced martial arts, but he remembers those moves, he has a high understanding, but he still has a secret that he has not said, that is, he will never forget!

He studied well since he was a child, and he was admitted to Peking University because of his interest in archaeology, but even if he was brought by a professor in the archaeology major, he really couldn't make money if he didn't get that qualification, and he couldn't sell antiques.

You can only make some money through your memory, nothing more, no less, just enough, and then rely on your own money and handsome appearance, make an appointment with an art school girl, and live a beautiful life.

Otherwise, reward the women's clothing boss...... Although the latest tip was played to death by the system before clicking the mouse.

But even if his memory enters this body, he still has it!

Zhao Zimo didn't bother to let go of his hands after being called all the way, so he put his hands together and walked all the way to Luohan Hall......

He touched his round head, and felt a headache when he thought about it.

"Hey, except for monks, there really isn't that sect that is more suitable for practicing iron head skills!" Zhao Zimo thought about it at this time, if it was a group of Taoist priests with hairpins, it would definitely be more interesting to pat their heads with bricks.

And Jueming, the first seat of the Dharma Academy, is in charge of all the warrior monks, that is, the guy who has an eccentric eye and forced away Zhang Junbao and others.

At this time, when he saw this little uncle, he was originally unhappy, but suddenly remembered that this product was already thirteen years old, and according to the abbot, this product should practice martial arts, so he ran over with a wicked smile.

"Amitabha, I've seen Uncle Xiaoshi!"

"Amitabha, isn't this enlightenment, you have grown a beard, how old are you this year?" Zhao Zimo only used one sentence to make Jueming have a black line.

But he still smacked his mouth and said, "Three out of forty!" ”

"Oh, thirty years older than me or the first Damo Academy, you still have to work hard!"

"............" Jueming wanted to be angry with him, what's wrong with the first seat of the Dharma Academy, stealing your rice and eating your food, this is the most bullish position in addition to the seat and the abbot, if you don't suddenly appear, I will definitely be the next abbot candidate!

But the moment the abbot accepted him as a closed disciple, he had already clearly told everyone......

"I'm here to practice martial arts, and I feel like it's time to be thirteen years old this year, Jueming, what do you think I'm suitable for practicing first?" The little monk Zimo didn't tease him, although this product was relatively short, but compared with his abbot master, it was still 108,000 miles away, not to mention whether he could be the abbot of Shaolin Temple in the future.

"Standing pile, no matter any martial arts, must start from the standing pile, and the main purpose of the standing pile is to make the lower plate stable, the strength is smooth, the breath is smooth, etc., and if any martial arts does not lay a good foundation for the standing pile, even if he is a peerless genius, there will be no great achievements in the end!" Regardless of whether Jueming looks down on him or not, he never slacks off in teaching martial arts, nor will he deceive him.

Almost this alone is the reason why Zhao Zimo doesn't dislike him from the bottom of his heart, it's just that he has watched the movie and feels that this thing forced Zhang Junbao and others away, which is a little annoying, so he always teases him when he has nothing to do.

"Is that so?" He squatted with his legs, his toes buckled to the ground, his knees naturally straightened, his waist and abdomen were raised, his breath flowed naturally, and the whole person seemed to be sitting on a galloping horse, with ups and downs, very natural fluctuations.

Jueming glanced at him, felt that his eyes were a little blurry, and after wiping it with his sleeve, he twitched the corner of his mouth again: "Yes, have you practiced?" ”

"No, but when I was a child, I was curious about the appearance of Zamabu, so I asked the abbot to perform for me once, and then I remembered it!" Zhao Zimo said flatly.

"Uncle Junior...... How young were you then? Jueming leaned over and asked.

"Eight......year-old"

"Oh...... Come here for half an hour in the early stage, well, stop when you feel that your body is too sore, after all, Uncle Xiao, you are not ordinary......" Jueming left with a hint of melancholy.

The little monk Zimo smiled, looking at the mountains and the sea of clouds outside the temple, and only felt that the sea and the sky were wide!