After ten years of getting along day and night, the system told him a lot of things.

Like why he was chosen!

That's because his comprehension is extremely high, and comprehension does not mean talent, talent is the advantage of the body, meridians, and bones.

People with good talents can easily cultivate various martial arts, and even cultivate immortals, but this does not mean that it will be smooth sailing in the later stage.

And the system has no shortage of talented people, he can easily create a perfect body for people, so that anyone can become talented, but without enough understanding, after all, the growth can not be limited.

So he chose Zhao Zimo, who has the top understanding.

He was also given a good enough innate Dao body.

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Basically, Zhao Zimo's plug-in is only two things, a nameless and self-running kung fu, and a good enough innate Dao body, and in the future, the system will not give him anything, other resources, blades, and heavenly treasures, all of which require him to go to other worlds by himself, or go to the Xianwu world to compete.

Therefore, in this novice world, he must become strong enough, strong enough to enter the immortal martial world, not so weak, so weak that any martial artist can kill him.

As for why he was given an innate Dao body, he also had to implant him with a self-running exercise in his body.

Naturally, it was because although his abbot master was strong enough, he couldn't baptize his body with true qi every day.

The innate Dao body has advantages and disadvantages, the advantage is that the meridians of the whole body are connected, and there is no need to open up the two veins of Rendu, and the true qi in the body can be more vigorous, pure, and so on.

But the innate Dao body said that it sounded good, even if Fang Yun had understanding, he couldn't learn the exercises from a baby, from childhood to adulthood, he needed to eat grains, feel the dust of the mortal world, and even suffer from illness and suffering, and when he adapted to the world, learned all kinds of ancient words, and practiced the inner strength of the mind, he didn't know how many years.

But at that time, he was born with a Dao body, but it was easier for him to inhale impurities in his body, and he wasted his talent in vain.

Therefore, even if the old abbot knew that he was an innate Dao body, he would not be able to dredge the meridians for him on the same day, otherwise he would have died a long time ago and would not have lived to this year.

On the way of cultivation, like sailing against the current, Zhao Zimo did not dare to slack off, and never stopped, not only afraid of the fear of the unknown, but also wanted to cherish the opportunity to start over.

He is working very hard at this time, although he usually looks very jumpy, but after all, it is also to show that he is still a child, otherwise wouldn't it be too awkward to watch?

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Sitting cross-legged for a night, the next morning, the white qi was like a sword, and he gently spit it out from his mouth, Zhao Zimo, who stood up slowly, twisted his body to loosen his muscles and bones, and the innate true qi in his body was condensed a lot.

"Master, when did you come?" The little monk hurriedly ran down and helped the old abbot to sit on the chair.

"Naturally, it's up to you, you said you, you know all day long, practice qi, practice qi, and don't know if I'm dead in the retreat room!"

Although the old abbot was scolding him for having no conscience, he mainly felt that his apprentice was too bitter, and even he couldn't stand this kind of meditation and practice day and night, and he didn't know how this little guy persevered.

"Hehe, Master, you're laughing, how can a master not let his apprentices practice!" Zhao Zimo smirked and massaged the old abbot's shoulders.

He could feel the old abbot's love for him, because as long as he could ask any questions about martial arts, as long as he could ask them, the old monk would be able to answer them, and as long as he had what he wanted, he would give it to him, how could this not move Zhao Zimo.

Even if he knows that the old abbot has expectations for him, hoping that he can lead the Shaolin Temple to carry forward in the future, but human nature is like this, who parents don't want their children to become big people in the future, and by the way, make enough money, and it will be glorious to say it.

Therefore, Zhao Zimo is naturally very grateful and respectful to his leader.

"You, you, come on, come with me, after a long retreat, you always want to go around" The old abbot touched his little head and smiled kindly.

Fang Yun's little hand, which had been massaging his shoulders, paused slightly, then helped him up and nodded.

So, the old and the young are convenient to wander around in the temple, they don't say a word, one after the other, the old monk walks very slowly, and the little monk is not in a hurry, so he walks even slower.

The old monk seemed to be like he had never lived here, and when he saw a lot of things in the temple, he had to stop and observe them carefully, as if he wanted to remember these things, but he saw too much, and in the end, the old monk shook his head: "When I am older, my head is really bad, and I can't remember them." ”

"Then I'll draw it for the master with a pen, and I'll be able to see these things in the house every day in the future." The little monk smiled.

"Okay, you take some effort out every day and don't go to practice, it's good to draw some things, and by the way, calm down."

"Hmm!"

From early morning to noon, the old monk who had been walking for an unknown amount of time was a little tired, and dragged his slightly tired body to his small courtyard.

"Zimo"

"Master?"

The old monk sat on the stone chair, holding the tea he had just made with his internal strength, and said with emotion: "I have always been very relieved of your persistence in practicing.

But you have to remember that no matter what you do, you must be relaxed, you must not be impatient, and you must not have a calm heart, otherwise how can you achieve great things?

Although cultivation is like sailing against the current, you can't rush anything, and the more anxious you are, the less you can succeed! ”

"Well, Master, but I've never encountered a bottleneck, and I always feel that practicing Qi is very easy!" Zhao Zimo was a little helpless.

"But your mind is not calm enough, although you are decisive enough, what you want to do, you must succeed, and you can do it.

Have you ever thought that you are born with a congenital Dao body, and you will be able to practice qigong by birth, and you will be faster and better than others in everything.

But what happens when you have a setback? Your Qi cultivation foundation is very stable, but your mind is not calm at all, in case the realm falls...... "The old monk doesn't know what to say, is it possible to say that you are too good, should you calm down and recall your mistakes?"

It's a pity that he didn't make any mistakes, he was just too eager to practice qi.

However, the little monk Zimo smiled and shook his head: "Master, the steps you walked just now were very slow and heavy, and you always stopped everywhere in the temple, but I know that you in the innate realm are not unable to remember those scenes.

I just want to tell me that whether it is being a person or practicing qi, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and don't rush it.

And as your apprentice, I naturally have a very high understanding, I said that I want to paint for you, Master, then I will paint the best scenery in this temple, and when Master is 110 years old, I will hand it over to you! ”

The old monk's face suddenly turned red, and he pinched his ears: "You little ghost, I know what you master and I mean, and you let me take you away for so long, I'm about to tire out of the old monk and me, you get out of here, it's really not as cute as when I was a child......"

The little monk who rubbed his ears just wanted to leave, but suddenly turned his head back and whispered, "Master, this is my courtyard......"

“…………”

"I'll go, but remember to send me ten copies of the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra every month......"

The old monk left, leaving behind the little monk with a bewildered face, and he fiddled with his fingers, ten copies a month???