The monk lived in the west courtyard of the small courtyard where Zhang Fan lived.

Early in the morning, as soon as the monk got out of bed, he saw Zhang Fan practicing in the courtyard, he was wearing a white practice uniform, and he was playing a very slow boxing technique in his hands.

It looks like Tai Chi and Xingyi, but what the monk sees more is chaos. It feels like Zhang Fan is just fighting randomly.

When he saw Zhang Fan's half-step collapse fist, the monk couldn't help frowning.

Half a step of the half-step collapse fist, that is, the front foot forward a step, the hind foot followed by a step, the hind foot shall not exceed the front foot, relative to the ordinary people walking after the foot exceeds the front foot of the step is half a step;

However, Zhang Fan's fist collapse was weak and weak, and he lacked stamina, hitting in the air, and he didn't even make a sound.

In this move, the monk beat Zhang Fan better with a casual punch. Looking at Zhang Fan again, he is completely like a layman who doesn't understand anything.

"Sir, the key to the fist collapse lies in the power of the back hand, a punch jumps out, full of stamina, to a certain realm, you can fight cattle across the mountain. The monk couldn't help but open his mouth and wanted to point out Zhang Fan.

However, after Zhang Fan heard this, he was still unmoved and played his own set of punches. He said to the monk while punching, "The monk is awake?"

"Wake up. ”

"Fetch two buckets of water and put a bath water for me. ”

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he continued to box. The monk on the side answered, and then began to fetch water from the well in the courtyard.

But he still paid attention to Zhang Fan's punches from time to time, but the more he looked, the more the monk shook his head. Zhang Fan's boxing skills are really terrible, worse than beginners.

This kind of fist is really the kind of fist that knocked him down with one punch yesterday? The monk was still a little unconvinced.

After boiling the bath water for Zhang Fan, and then waiting for Zhang Fan to finish bathing, the monk could no longer hold back the doubts in his heart, rushed to Zhang Fan, and said: "Sir, that 'knocking on the sky', can you give me insight and knowledge?"

'Knocking on the sky' is Zhang Fan's skill to kill him in seconds last night, and the monk has been apprehensive about it until now.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan said, "I'm hungry, get something to eat." I'll get some sleep first. ”

After saying that, he returned to the east wing where he lived. The monk who left the kitchen looked displeased.

Although he was very unhappy, the monk still endured it and made food for Zhang Fan. When he was in the temple, he would still get these meals, and after about half an hour, he made the food and woke up Zhang Fan.

When the two of them came to the dining table in the main hall and sat down to eat, the monk couldn't help but ask again, "Sir, when will you teach me 'knocking on the sky'?"

"Well, what a terrible meal. In the future, I will learn to cook more, and strive to make sure that the dishes are not the same every day for a month. After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he took a few more bites of rice, and then put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"I'll clean it up later, make me a cup of tea and put it on the table, and clean the yard again, and I'll read a book for a while." ”

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he took out two reference books for the Chinese medicine exam out of nowhere, and then went to lie down in a rocking chair in the courtyard, very leisurely.

Seeing this, the monk couldn't help but clench the chopsticks in his hand and insert them deeply into the table.

Finally, when the monk finished washing the dishes and chopsticks and finished cleaning the whole yard, he took a broom, walked to the rocking chair where Zhang Fan was lying and said, "Sir, the dishes are washed and the yard is cleaned, when will you teach me?"

Zhang Fan glanced at the cleanliness of the yard, shook his head, and said, "It's too dirty, sweep it again." ”

"Smack!"

The monk finally couldn't help it, he threw the broom to the ground, and then pointed at Zhang Fan's nose and shouted: "I'm here to learn boxing from you, not to be your nanny." That punch last night should have been just your fluke, right, you're not a master at all, what kind of image are you pretending to be in front of me. ”

The monk had enough of it, and when he got up early in the morning, he was fetching water, cooking, washing dishes, and sweeping the floor. All of these are the things that the nanny does, and he has done them.

He felt that Zhang Fan was not looking for an apprentice, but a nanny.

"I'll ask you one last time, do you want to teach me boxing?" The monk clenched his fists and glared angrily, looking at Zhang Fan, who was still unmoved, lying on a rocking chair reading a book.

"How long have you been in the monastery?" asked Zhang Fan flatly.

When the monk heard this, he became angry, he couldn't see Zhang Fan's calm appearance, and said impatiently.

"Ten years!"

"What were you doing in the first three years?" Zhang Fan asked again.

"In the first three years, chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, washing and sweeping the floor, fetching water and cooking, ......" The monk couldn't help but be stunned when he said this. Wasn't that exactly what he did during his first three years at the monastery?

"Ask you again, how many years did it take?" Zhang Fan said.

"I didn't reach it until my ninth year. "The monk is not as restless as before, or he is much calmer.

"You are in the monastery, it took nine years to reach a mere resound, why do you want to learn to 'knock on the sky' overnight in my place?" Zhang Fan's words made the monk stunned in place.

In this way, I am indeed too anxious.

"But, I don't accept it. Unless you tell me, what realm are you?" said the monk, the reason why he was so anxious to learn 'knocking on the sky' was because he couldn't feel the momentum of a martial arts master on Zhang Fan's body, and he was not convinced in his heart.

Zhang Fan played such a set of embarrassing boxing techniques early in the morning, and he doubted whether Zhang Fan was really capable.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan smiled and said, "What realms do you know about martial arts?"

"Bright energy (loud energy), dark energy, chemical energy. Among them, Huajin is known as a martial arts master, and those who can reach this realm have only two in the world, one is the Northern Taiji Master, Chen Changtian. One is the Southern Wing Chun Taidou, Ye Wuming. ”

"Well, my realm is above the strength of the transformation you know. ”

As soon as Zhang Fan's words came out, the monk was stunned for a moment, and then said with a dissatisfied face: "Are you bragging?

"That's just your short-sightedness, thinking that turning strength is the highest state in the world. In this world, there is only one Chen Changtian and Ye Wuming not far away. ”

"I don't believe it. The monk didn't believe it, obviously a little excited. In his cognition, Huajin is already an unfathomable and invincible realm.

"Then you say, what is Huajin?" asked Zhang Fan.

"Turning energy is to spread the dark energy all over the body, the five internal organs, meridians, blood, fur and bones, all refined. Finally, the body is free and easy, and one finger collapses. Around the body, every inch of skin, every organ, every bone, can be turned into its own weapon. ”

After the monk finished speaking, his face showed a look of great yearning, for him, turning strength is his lifelong pursuit.

After Zhang Fan heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face. Then, I saw Zhang Fan stretch out his hand and shake it in the air, and suddenly, a teacup appeared in his hand.

This teacup is the same cup of tea that Zhang Fan asked the monk to brew before, but it should obviously be in the living room!

The monk turned his head and looked at the dining table in the living room, and found that the cup of tea he had made had disappeared from the table.

"How did this happen?" the monk was shocked, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhang Fan in horror.

"It's too bitter!" Zhang Fan drank a cup of tea and then said.

"Can you do this with your strength?"