At four o'clock in the afternoon, He Weitong went out.

This point is the time he agreed with Zhou Xiyu, and he can go to Zhou Xiyu for advice.

He Weitong cherished this opportunity very much, because Zhou Xiyu was definitely a master in the martial arts of this world.

He Weitong has not watched the original drama, in the original play, Zhou Xiyu and Peng Qianwu fought, and when they got older, they almost demolished the Taoist temple, and they all had inhuman power in every move.

If nothing else, just say that the kung fu that flies in the air at every turn, and he hangs three feet.

Maybe this kind of kung fu can't talk about flying, but a name for light kung fu can't run, and you can reach more than ten meters in the air with a jump, what an explosive power.

He Weitong wore a comfortable robe and came all the way to the Baiyun Temple outside the city.

"Babble!"

He Weitong sorted out his clothes, and then stepped forward and knocked on the door, about a minute later, the door "creaked" open, but He Weitong pushed open the door, and found that there was no one in the door, Zhou Xiyu was sweeping the floor more than ten meters away, He Weitong was already surprised by this.

This automatic gate can only show that Zhou Xiyu's kung fu is already so powerful that he can see the subtleties, and his control of the air flow is accurate to an outrageous level.

He only needs to shake it with force somewhere, and then this force will set off a small air current, and then follow an existing path to the gate and shake off the latch.

"Master!" He Weitong walked up to Zhou Xiyu and saluted sincerely.

He Weitong is not the kind of saint who doesn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, he has respect for what is really good to himself, just like the one in front of him, although he was suspected of deceiving him before, but the other party still didn't care, but taught him sincerely.

He Weitong did not dare to agree with the concept of repaying grievances with virtue, but he had the highest respect for this kind of person.

"Take the broom!"

Zhou Xiyu lowered his head and swept the dust on the ground, and he didn't even look at He Wei.

He Weitong looked at the one-person-tall broom placed in the corner of the wall, then nodded at Zhou Xiyu, walked over, picked up the broom and went to the front yard of the Taoist temple.

Zhou Xiyu did not say a word from He Weitong's entry to the time he left with a broom, and his movements have always maintained a state of bowing his head and sweeping the floor, and he has not changed in the slightest because of He Weitong's arrival.

He Weitong actually didn't understand very much, Zhou Xiyu's state, the best thing to say was that he was not shocked, and Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face, but the ugly thing to say was insensitive.

Although He Weitong knew that this state was likely to be a manifestation of Zhou Xiyu's Taoist cultivation reaching a certain level, He Weitong didn't want to become like this, and what He Weitong cared about was leisure.

It can be seen from the original drama that Zhou Xiyu has lost interest in many things, and if there is anything he hasn't seen through, that is, Boss Cha, who fought with him in the early years and practiced ape striking together.

He Weitong clearly said that he is not a Taoist priest, he has not received a seal, and he does not know all kinds of Taoist classics, and he is not close to serious Taoist priests at all, at most he can only be regarded as a wild Taoist.

Although He Weitong respects Zhou Xiyu, he really doesn't dare to agree with his Tao, and he won't learn it, he has his own way.

He Weitong only regarded Zhou Xiyu as his master in martial arts, and as for the concept of religion, He Weitong would not learn it.

He Weitong took a broom and came to a large hall, which was a square arch, with the main hall in the middle, and the surrounding open space like a square, and on the second platform of the main hall, a huge peach tree grew.

The trunk of the tree is the size of a wellhead, and the branches are luxuriant, and the trees are covered with peaches the size of bowls.

According to the Taoist chief of the temple, this peach tree was planted by the ancestor of Baiyun Temple, which has a history of more than 200 years, and can be traced back to the time when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs.

Now that summer is coming to an end, the big peach on this tree has reached its ripe day.

He Weitong came to the peach tree, took the broom and slowly relaxed, slowly exhaled, and his ears were fully opened.

This is an errand given to him by Zhou Xiyu, that is, he can't let a fallen leaf fall to the ground, he must pick it up before he lands.

The art of ape striking is obtained from apes, and it is a kung fu that pursues extreme speed, and the highest practice method is also to go to the mountains.

If you are pursuing the ultimate speed, you must have extremely fast reflexes, otherwise the speed will be so fast that the caster may also fall because she can't react and bump into something.

And this is the lesson that Zhou Xiyu asked him to practice his reaction ability.

Although it is not yet autumn, one or two peach leaves will fall from time to time.

This peach tree is very large, and he Weitong is standing under the tree, slowly spitting out, and he is not in a hurry if the peach leaves do not fall.

Although a peach tree is not a spiritual root, it is better because the tree is old, and the peach tree has the effect of punishing evil.

A person who is old and does not die is a thief, and a tree that is old and does not die is a demon.

Because of the long age of this peach tree, it can produce some special substances, and practicing under the tree can speed up the cultivation, although it is not much, but it adds up to a lot, and it is a considerable gain after decades of accumulation.

This is also the reason why great powers throughout the ages have loved to practice under the tree.

This is the case with Shakyamuni in India, and although there is no exact name in China, there is no doubt that he likes to show in the mountains.

Trees swallow up the world's substances, and the cycle repeats, producing a stream of matter on top of each leaf.

This substance makes ordinary people feel refreshed when they smell it, and if a practitioner can use this substance, it is helpful.

He Weitong is now standing under the tree is this feeling, although it is not as obvious as under the jujube tree, but he also feels that there are no troubles at all, and his mood is very calm.

He Weitong's breathing rate was very slow, and he was at the same frequency as the peach tree repeatedly.

Suddenly, He Weitong heard some subtle sounds in the air, He Weitong immediately raised the broom and stretched it horizontally, and then stopped moving, just waiting, about dozens of seconds later, a peach leaf fell through the layers of branches, floated left and right in the air a few times, and then landed steadily on the broom.

He Weitong looked at the green on the broom, and a smile appeared on his face.

This is the rules that Zhou Xiyu set for him.

First of all, he is not allowed to look up, he can only feel it, and then after hearing the sound, he judges the square circumference, intercepts it, and sweeps it out, but it cannot be changed, that is, he must calculate the trajectory of the fallen leaves.

He has been sweeping this "sweeping" for several days, and today is the first time he has received peach leaves.

Because he sank into it completely, and breathed into the peach tree, and seemed to hear the voice of the peach tree, then he struck out.

Now that it is really useful, He Weitong successfully received the peach leaf, although it is only the first piece, but his exploration power has entered another level.