"What! Are you running out of strength? ”

"Be quiet, don't you think I'm dying fast enough?"

Wang Quanquan glanced at Park Baiqing, and before he told the matter, he had expected this reaction from the other party.

"Senior brother, what's going on?"

Wang Quanquan sighed, "A mountain is still higher than a mountain, and when I met a hard stubble, I gave up half my life to fight him to death, but I also fought to the end." ”

"Someone is better than you?"

Pu Wen was a little hard to believe that he was already the first warrior of Northern Turkistan, and his royal authority was even higher than himself, so he should be regarded as the first master of the Central Plains.

Now a ruthless person suddenly appeared even more fierce than him, could it be that it was the first King Kong of Xichi? The No. 1 killer in Donghan?

Wang Quanquan looked at the ancient books on the table, and said calmly:

"That's a strange monk, and the number of martial arts is not logical. Although he is not old enough to be a sixtieth year, he can use several Buddhist exercises that have been practiced to perfection. ”

Park asked these days because of the moon cake thing, I have deliberately studied Buddhism for a period of time, and I also know a thing or two about Buddhism.

It is said that Buddhism emphasizes the goodness of people and kindness, but if this is the case, then where do the eight King Kongs and the eighteen Arhats come from?

If they want to fight, I am afraid that those who claim to dominate one side of the high-ranking faction also need to lower their posture in front of Buddhism.

Not to mention the legendary Buddhist patriarch Bodhidharma who can cross the river with a reed, just the famous Congmo Academy in Zhongzhou has attracted how many people in the rivers and lakes have coveted?

As one of the four famous institutes in the Central Plains and the eight ancestral courts of Buddhism, Cong Mo Monastery has a long history and profound heritage, which is not comparable to any sect.

Over the years, there have been eight hundred heroes who have sneaked into Cong Mo Courtyard and tried to steal one or two martial arts books.

If it weren't for the eighteen bronze-bodied Arhats in the courtyard, I am afraid that there would have been no scriptures left in the Scripture Pavilion long ago.

The people who patronized Cong Mo Courtyard, in addition to the righteous and evil ways, also had crooked ways and demons, and in the end, without exception, these people were all put out of the courtyard with 18 copper sticks.

One of the most famous, Su Qiaoqiao, known as the world's number one thief, was still discovered and slipped out of the hospital.

It is said that this woman with a good appearance scolded the "dead bald donkey" outside the temple for a day and a night, but unfortunately everyone in the temple seemed to be deaf and did not take care of her.

The world's first goddess thief, who lost her reputation and face, had no choice but to leave.

But even so, the people in the rivers and lakes who care for Cong Mo Yuan are still like carp crossing the river, and there is an endless stream.

Why? Because those monks are kind-hearted and don't hurt people easily, except for the pain in their buttocks when they are thrown to the ground, there is no other loss.

And the tricks used by the monk Laitou that day were all learned that had been famous for a long time in Cong Mo Academy.

Monk Laitou appeared strangely, so that the royal authority always felt calculated, so he took the opportunity to inquire about this trip.

……

Wang Quanquan simply said a few words of cultivation to Pu Wen, and the latter was humbly taught, in his heart, Shizun had always been hacked to death by the thunder, so he was extremely concerned about the inheritance.

Wang Quanquan didn't break it when he saw this, anyway, when he practiced to the doppelganger, he would naturally be able to understand the master's "good intentions", and Wang Quanquan was still looking forward to his wonderful expression, and now he was breaking it, wouldn't it be quite boring.

Back in her room, Yan Rongrong was still staring and not sleeping, Wang Quanquan knew what she was thinking, so he licked his face and stepped forward to explain.

After spending a long time talking, the other party finally spared him with suspicion, and the two blew the lamp to sleep.

……

The next morning, as soon as the sky was slightly bright, the group set off.

Due to the addition of Kunlun Nua tea, the originally deserted carriage became lively.

It is said that three women are in one play, and this sentence is applicable wherever it is placed.

Yan Rongrong, moon cakes, and Ah Cha, three women who are different in age, identity, and even race, can talk together.

Wang Quanquan was also so noisy that he couldn't stand it, so in the end he could only say "woman" secretly, and then lifted the curtain, went out to chat with Park Wen and fart.

"Senior brother, why did you come out?"

"It's too stuffy inside, come out and breathe."

Wang Quanquan took out a malt candy from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

This is also one of the few special snacks in Zhenjian Mansion.

"Senior brother, I practiced according to what you taught me last night, and I did have a feeling of cool air entering my body, but this cool air is too thin and doesn't seem to be of great use."

Wang Quanquan nodded, what Pu asked was what he expected, the aura between heaven and earth was thin, and it was only enough to be used during the qi refining period, and it would not be useful after the qi refining period.

According to the skills that Pu Wen showed before, the realm should be similar to himself, so this method of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth is estimated to be of little use to him.

The reason why Wang Quanquan didn't give away the jade pendant that can help with cultivation is that the two of them are not familiar to that extent, and secondly, maybe they can recover their skills in the future, and they can still use them when the time comes.

After biting the last piece of maltose gaba in his mouth and swallowing it in his belly, Wang Quanquan spoke:

"There is a spell recorded in the book, and with your current realm, you should be able to perform it."

"Sorcery?"

Pu Wen was a little puzzled, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, he could still understand it as a martial arts practitioner, but when it came to magic or something, it was beyond the scope of his cognition.

Wang Quanquan nodded, and told a terrifying truth in a flat tone:

"Master respects his old man, originally from the gods."

"Huh?"

If it weren't for the fact that these words came from the mouth of the king's authority, Park Wen would definitely not believe it, but looking at the other party's indifferent expression, it didn't seem like he was lying.

"Teach me."

"Don't teach."

“……”

"It's not that the senior brother is stingy, it's really that this technique contains a shocking secret of the master, you can ask the moon cake to help you translate it, and you can practice it yourself."

The more Wang Quanquan's words were spoken, the more curious Park Wen became, but looking at the other party's appearance, he would definitely not say it, so it was better to wait for the rest and let the moon cake help him take a look.

The carriage drove all the way southwest, and near evening, it came to a bamboo forest.

Bamboo forests are generally mostly in the south, and relatively rare in the north, but there will also be people who specialize in planting bamboo for ornamentation, and even many dignitaries in the capital will imitate the Su family garden, and do not hesitate to transplant bamboo from the south to their own mansions.

There is a small bamboo forest in the Ankang Palace, which is all extremely precious in the south, and it is taken care of by a special person.

Wang Quanquan is a kind of person who naturally doesn't care whether it is precious or not, every spring, he carries a hoe and carries a basket into the bamboo forest, pouts his ass and digs for a long time, and when he comes out, he has dug a basket full of bamboo shoots, and the craftsman who takes care of the bamboo forest is distressed for a while.

Maybe he has an enmity with bamboo, every time he passes by the bamboo forest, he has to pick up a bamboo, either vassal elegance, learn others to make a bamboo flute, or cut the bamboo into a section, used to hold wine or make bamboo rice, and then take off all the bamboo leaves to make wine.

Anyway, under his toss, the small piece of bamboo forest already looked like it was going to die, and the craftsman in charge of taking care of the bamboo forest did not dare to be angry or speak.

Now that such a large bamboo forest is placed in front of him, the royal authority, which has always been inseparable from bamboo, is lacking in interest.

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