At this time, Chen Lang no longer had the excitement and excitement of learning kung fu at the beginning, and now he only had the heart to cry.

After following Master Tanzong to the practice room, Chen Lang became familiar with the senior brothers in less than a day, seeing that each of these senior brothers was a muscular man with more than eight abdominal muscles, Chen Lang was envious, and then he immediately asked Senior Brother Wukong to ask him to call himself some basic kung fu.

But soon Chen Lang knew that it was not easy to practice.

"Come on, junior brother, I see that you have never been exposed to kung fu, so I will teach you some basics first."

Wukong said and patted Chen Lang on the shoulder.

Chen Lang nodded excitedly, and kept thinking in his mind that after his kung fu was successful, he kicked Nanshan Nursing Home and punched Beihai Kindergarten.

But then was the beginning of Chen Lang's bitter practice career.

"Senior brother, I'll teach you Shaolin Standing Pile Gong first!"

Saying that, Wukong came directly to a standard Zama step.

"This standing pile is also divided into several kinds, our Shaolin standing pile gong has eight postures, today I will teach you the first style: the overlord lifting tripod pose!"

Wukong explained to Chen Lang and demonstrated to him.

"The overlord lifting style is also called the Tuotian style, the lower limbs do not have to be too short, and if they are too short, they will damage the knee joint. Straight, arms upright, palms up, thumbs clasped middle fingers facing each other, if the immediate separation, both humeral external rotation. ”

With Senior Brother Wukong as a demonstration, Chen Lang also learned in a good way.

Wukong saw that there was something wrong with Chen Lang's horse steps, so he stretched out his hand to point out.

After a while, Chen Lang looked like he was also presentable.

But before Chen Lang could be happy for a while, Senior Brother Wukong's words were like a basin of cold water that extinguished the small flame he had just lit.

"Senior Brother Juehui, since you haven't practiced before, then you should stand for half an hour first!"

Nima, half an hour is an hour, Chen Lang almost didn't sit on the ground after hearing Senior Brother Wukong's words.

Mom, I want to go home・・・・・・

Wukong could also see that with the current body and bones of the little junior brother, he might not be able to bear it, but didn't each of them come over like this, so he continued.

"Practicing is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, you see which of us has not practiced for seven or eight years to have today's kung fu."

Chen Lang also knew this truth, so he gritted his teeth and continued to insist, after all, no one would want to be looked down upon by others.

Think about it in the future plot, when Wang Ren led the army to attack the Shaolin Temple, although the Shaolin Temple was preserved, how many monks died here?! There is no eighty and there is a hundred.

If he didn't practice, he estimated that he might be killed in the chaos, he was only eighteen years old, and his untimely death was not what he wanted.

So although it was hard to stand on the pile, Chen Lang was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

But Chen Lang didn't expect that his group of senior brothers were not good children.

"Senior brother, are you tired?"

The empty monk asked with a smile, just when Chen Lang was grateful, the style of painting suddenly changed.

"Senior brother will show you a set of boxing techniques!"

As soon as he said that, he made a monkey fist pose, coupled with the expression on his face, which made people laugh.

This time, there was an empty beginning, and the others were like discovering a new toy, and everyone ran to Chen Lang and did a set of funny actions.

Damn, don't play like this, brothers, what about your festival!

In desperation, Chen Lang could only close his eyes, out of sight and out of mind, in fact, Chen Lang didn't know that it was this situation that made him throw away his distracting thoughts and make his standing pile twice as effective with half the effort.

In the end, if it wasn't for Senior Brother Wukong patting him, he would have realized that he had really occupied an hour's pile, which made Chen Lang feel incredible.

However, after this hour, Chen Lang's legs were still a little swollen and numb.

This afternoon passed, and Chen Lang spent the rest of his time rubbing his legs, except for standing for an hour on horseback and practicing some basic frog jumps and sit-ups.

After dinner, Chen Lang quickly fell asleep, there was no way, he was too tired.

Looking at the sleeping Chen Lang, Wukong and a few other monks smiled, blew the oil lamp, and fell asleep one after another.

The next morning, Chen Lang was playing hide and seek with Teacher Cang in his dream, and was about to catch her and do something he loved to do, when suddenly he was woken up.

Sleepy-eyed opened his eyes, looking at the group of well-dressed bald heads in front of him, Chen Lang then remembered that he was already in the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother, why did you get up so early!"

Looking at the sky that had just dawned, Chen Lang yawned and said.

"Senior brother, it won't be long before you get used to it, we martial arts practitioners just want to smell the chicken and dance."

Monk Sekong scratched his bald head and said with a smile.

Chen Lang also hurriedly put on his clothes, his legs, which were numb yesterday, became even more sore after getting up this morning.

However, Chen Lang also understood that this was just a muscle strain caused by his long-term inactivity and then a sudden strenuous exercise.

Just when Chen Lang and the others just walked out of the house, the melodious bell also rang, looking at the sunrise scene of Songshan, it was really refreshing.

At this time, Master Tan Zong walked over with a radiant face.

"Juehui, did you sleep well last night?"

"Master, the disciple slept soundly!"

Chen Lang nodded and said, and the other senior brothers were also smiling.

"Okay, now everyone goes to fetch water, and after picking up water, let's eat together."

As he spoke, Tan Zong took out two wooden barrels with sharp bottoms from the water room, and Chen Lang also followed the senior brothers with two more pointed wooden barrels in his hands.

Is this the long-standing legendary water carrying skill of Shaolin Temple?

Checking the two wooden barrels in his hand, Chen Lang felt a pain in the egg, these two big wooden barrels are solid in quality, even if they don't hold water, they are very heavy, this is full of water, don't you want your own life? !

"Let's go, junior brother!"

Wukong patted Chen Lang on the shoulder, then held the two not light barrels in both hands, and trotted down with Tan Zong with his arms outstretched.

"Alas, you can pick as many as you want!"

After sighing, Chen Lang had no choice but to pick up the barrel and run down with everyone's footsteps.

In order to keep up with the pace of the master and his brothers, Chen Lang was already exhausted and out of breath when he reached the stream where water was being carried on the mountainside.

Laboriously carrying the wooden bucket full of water, Chen Lang still insisted on not falling behind, and followed closely at the end of the line.

Looking at Chen Lang who was following the team, Tan Zong smiled faintly, lifted the wooden barrel full of water, and trotted back along the original road.

I saw that the monk Tanzong's waist was straight, his shoulders were steady, and the wooden barrel in his hand did not leak, and Chen Lang's senior brothers also followed Tanzong with ease, keeping a distance of one meter, without the slightest scattering.

In order to keep up with the footsteps of his master and brother, Chen Lang couldn't help but walk crookedly, and most of the water splashed out of the shaking wooden barrel, wetting Chen Lang's trousers.

Seeing the senior brothers carrying buckets on the mountain road as if walking on the ground, Chen Lang couldn't help but have envy in his eyes, but he could only pant and follow them as much as possible, as for how much water could be left in the bucket, Chen Lang couldn't care so much.

Tan Zong still admired Chen Lang very much in his heart, he could see that Jue Hui was weak and had never been in contact with martial arts, but he had always persisted, so Tan Zong deliberately slowed down his pace, just so that Chen Lang had been following the team far away and was not thrown off.

Finally, Chen Lang returned to the kitchen, and at this time he was already wet, and the water splashed in the barrel and the sweat on his body made the whole person look like he was fished out of the water.

Seeing that there was not much water left in the water tank he had poured into the tank, Chen Lang couldn't help but show an embarrassed smile on his face.

"It's okay, it's going to be gradual, it won't be long before you're about the same as your senior brothers!"

Tan Zong smiled and patted Chen Lang, and after breakfast, Tan Zong took them to the Thousand Buddha Hall to practice boxing.

Looking at the murals of five hundred Arhats on the walls of the Thousand Buddha Palace, Chen Lang's heart was agitated, worthy of being the place where Shaolin Temple practiced, the Arhats on the murals had a clear routine, and at a glance they knew that this was the authentic Shaolin boxing method - Arhat boxing.

Tan Zong stood in front of him, and the monks immediately stood at a distance of one meter between the front and back, and Chen Lang hurriedly found his place and stood up.

Tan Zong saw that Chen Lang was a newcomer, and first demonstrated a set of Arhat boxing style, only to see that his fists and feet followed each other, his steps changed with his hands, his body was like a rudder, flexible and changeable, and a set of Arhat boxing played with tiger and tiger style.

And Tan Zong explained while playing.

"The body is restricted, the step is saved, the hand is in and out, or in or out, or up or down, all should be concentrated in one go!"

After a set of punches, Tan Zong said to Chen Lang.

"Juehui, you just follow this style of play and practice with the senior brothers."

Chen Lang nodded hurriedly, and after tying up the horse steps, he practiced with the rhythm of the senior brothers.

Looking at the deep pit stomped out of the feet of the senior brothers, Chen Lang couldn't help but smack his tongue for a while, and stepped out of the pit on the floor tiles, how long it would take and persistence.

At this time, Tan Zong came to Chen Lang's side.

"This set of Luohan boxing, we also call it kicking."

As he spoke, Tan Zong pointed to the deep and shallow potholes under everyone's feet and continued.

"Juehui, have you seen this pit, this kind of kung fu of vajra inverted cone, you can't get down in three or five years."

"Master, one day I will catch up with my brothers!"

Chen Lang said, but the movements on his body did not stop, but kicked his feet on the floor tiles harder.

Looking at Chen Lang's somewhat clumsy movements, Tan Zong nodded with satisfaction, this kid is not bad.

Scold! Ha! The sound continued to come out from the Thousand Buddha Hall, making people feel their blood boiling when they listened to it.

After practicing for an hour with kicking and practicing boxing, Chen Langjing was able to use this basic Arhat boxing coherently.

Shaolin Kung Fu is short and concise, tight and compact, the movements are strong and fast, the attack and defense are flexible, and the consciousness and movements are unified. There is a way to enter, there is a way to retreat, all in one go, this hour down, it is really sweaty, and it is very refreshing.

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