Shaolin, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

Sitting on the pedestal, Xu Qingshan looked at the sweeping monk and asked.

For this Tianlong Babu martial arts 'ceiling', he is still very curious about how strong his strength is, and whether he has broken through the limits of this world's martial arts.

"The poor monk knows that he is not the opponent of the donor, so what's the use of making a move, it is better to sweep the fallen leaves in this courtyard."

Put down the pen in his hand, and the sweeping monk pointed to the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Worldly reputation, strong or weak, is just a passing cloud and worthless for him, and it is better to sweep a fallen leaf and remove a piece of dust than to pay attention to this.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Nodding with a smile, the sweeping monk put down his pen again and continued to register his personal information.

Name、......、 Address、......、 Seventy-Two Stunt 、......

Don't hurry, don't hurry, stroke by stroke, write everything down one by one without reservation.

"But I want to talk to you."

Holding his chin and staring at the sweeping monk until he finished the last stroke, Xu Qingshan said with a smile.

You're one of the targets of my trip, and I'm not in the habit of running for nothing, and if you don't attack me, I'm going to attack you.

"Okay, okay, since the donor has said so, the poor monk can only be respectful and obedient."

Putting down the pen, the sweeping monk shook his head helplessly.

Perhaps, this is the 'calamity' that a poor monk should have.

After staying in this Shaolin Temple for dozens of years, no one knows his name, let alone his origin, and he doesn't know his strength.

"Donor, let's do it."

Walking to the center of the courtyard, the sweeping monk spoke.

Without any deliberate movements, just one stop, the momentum on his body was like a vigorous fountain, endless.

"Please."

After speaking, Xu Qingshan Qiyun was all around, and Tai Chi took the initiative to attack.

didn't wait for the backhand, this time he took the initiative to attack, which can be regarded as respect for the ceiling.

Speed, power, flexibility,...... This time Xu Qingshan was extremely serious, he didn't believe that he could win with a few months of Tai Chi, and the sweeping monk had a thorough understanding of various martial arts for decades.

Although he is very talented in Tai Chi, and his cousin Uncle Jiu's attainments in Tai Chi are no longer as good as him, this world is a martial arts world, and the sweeping monk is a pinnacle of martial arts, which is different.

"The donor is good to come."

In the face of Xu Qingshan's attack, the sweeping monk couldn't help but admire.

Tai Chi has been seen many times in his life, but no one has ever been as good as the benefactor in front of him, who has completely detached himself from the inherent moves, and acted with his will and moved with his heart.

It's just that as soon as he finished admiring, the sweeping monk was not calm.

'This power! ’

As soon as they fought, the sweeping monk noticed that something was wrong.

Although Tai Chi is soft and rigid, and there is a way to use strength to fight, this force is not too great, like a majestic waterfall pouring down endlessly.

Every time he took over, he had to retreat and unload his strength, even if he had an incomparably strong internal force, he didn't dare to force it.

In an instant, he fell into passivity.

And Tai Chi's entanglement has an absolute advantage in this kind of grappling, and the sweeping monk can only avoid its edge.

Boom~

After dozens of strokes, the sweeping monk seized an opportunity and instantly used his strength to stay away from Xu Qingshan.

While moving away, he used his internal force to induce the 'finger force' of the Vajra Finger.

shot out, endlessly, like a torrential rain, directly hitting Xu Qingshan's vital point.

'It's good to come. ’

Xu Qingshan directly stepped forward, and the Tai Chi hand rushed forward, ignoring the finger force that hit the 'body' and approached the sweeping monk.

'It's really terrifying strength~'

Seeing that the finger force that shot out couldn't help Xu Qingshan, the soles of the sweeping monk's feet were a little on the ground, and he instantly crossed several meters and took the initiative to attack Xu Qingshan.

This time, he was not careless, his martial arts and strong internal force were urged to the limit, and in an instant, he fought back and forth.

Compared with the competition with Qiao Feng, Xu Qingshan was more enjoyable this time, and Jiang was still old and spicy.

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"Donor, until the point is reached, the poor monk admits defeat."

Trembling hands, the sweeping monk trembled and said the knife.

If he continues to fight, his old bones will fall apart.

The benefactor in front of him is really terrifying, and his intuition is really right, this time it is indeed his own 'calamity'.

"Okay, that's the end of this competition."

Scattering the Qi covering his body, Xu Qingshan said with a smile.

In this competition, he has confirmed what he wants to know, and he has figured out some things, and the harvest is enough.

"That's fine, the poor monk will take his leave."

Looking at Xu Qingshan, the sweeping monk proposed 'farewell'.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, seeing that he is in such a good mood, the sweeping monk always feels a little uneasy.

"It's okay, you can go."

"Hmm."

I'm not a pervert, should I be so sensitive. ’

Shaking his head, Xu Qingshan sat back on the pedestal.

In these battles in Shaolin, he has gained a lot, and he also has a different understanding of martial arts.

The difference in physical strength, the level of 'internal force', the difference in artistic conception, and the breadth of knowledge...... Martial arts is not only the exercises and moves, but the accumulation of people who practice martial arts.

"Being strong and self-generated, breaking through the limit, this may be the ultimate goal of martial arts."

Thinking about it, Xu Qingshan couldn't help but think of a sentence.

'Learning martial arts is not to be competitive, but to strengthen oneself, not only the body, but also the will. ’

And the sweeping monk did embark on this road.

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Six months later.

"The words continued, after Xu Qingshan, the number one master in the world, defeated the abbot of Shaolin Xuanci, a mighty and strong man in the crowd came out and stood in front of Xu Qingshan with a bang, this person ............"

After four months of fermentation, the battle of Shaolin in Xu Qingshan has been made into a story and passed on to a household name.

Whether it is a child or an old man, they all know that there is a number one master in the world who is personally crowned by the emperor in this world, named Xu Qingshan.

Powerful, handsome, and golden...... A bunch of labels were affixed to Xu Qingshan's name.

In the rivers and lakes, the name Xu Qingshan is known to everyone.

With one hand of Tai Chi to beat the invincible opponent all over the world, he has changed the pattern of the rivers and lakes for thousands of years, and is a well-deserved number one master in the world in the eyes of everyone.

"My lord, do you hear me, Mr. Storyteller is talking about you?"

"I know."

For his subordinates' words, Xu Qingshan nodded.

While eating, I listened to the storyteller below tell his story, not to mention that it was quite interesting.

This month, it's surprising that he hasn't even been able to keep up with the story a few degrees of travel.

Originally, in his subconscious, the ancient transportation was very inconvenient, and his story should have been 'followed' behind him.

But the truth is the other way around, it is his story that 'runs' ahead of him.

And the reason for this situation is most likely inseparable from the promotion of people in the rivers and lakes, and the speed at which they spread the news cannot be speculated by common sense.

This is also the reason why the rivers and lakes are difficult to govern, and their messages are delivered too quickly.

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