Zhenguan seven years, Datang.

Outside Chang'an City, in a dilapidated temple, a brand new plaque was wiped clean.

Tenryuji Temple.

The statue of Sanqing is in the Sanqing Hall in the center.

Su Chen sat cross-legged, put his hands on the dantian, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, "I still haven't condensed my spiritual sense, and I have failed to impact the fourfold martial arts." If it's so noisy, we can't even defend the Hualong Temple. ”

More than three years ago, he came to Gaowu Datang, and the pattern here is similar to that of Datang, the only difference is that in some places, such as martial artists, such as martial artists.

There are nine levels of martial arts, and the legendary master can use his own strength to defeat a thousand, one to a hundred, and one to a hundred.

There are countless martial arts powerhouses in Buddhism and Taoism.

Generally speaking, people with high cultivation will have higher cultivation.

That's why Datang has a special decree.

The dojos and temples near Chang'an City must have a strong man above the fourth level of martial arts, if not, he will be recalled by the imperial court and then deployed.

Nowadays, Buddhism is gradually rising, and many temples around Chang'an City have been occupied by Buddhism.

If you accept the Dragon Temple, it is very likely to fall into the hands of the monks.

At that time, the Sanqing Hall will be transformed into a Mahavira Palace, and the statue of Sanqing will be transformed into a Rulai.

"Fortunately, I have three years left, otherwise I would have to sleep on the street." Su Chen sighed and got up to cook.

At this time, the sun was in the sky, and he had been practicing all morning, and he was already hungry.

A few days ago, his master had died, the funeral was over, and he had to guard the tomb for three years, during which he had to buy things in the temple every day.

Datang has always attached importance to filial piety, so within three years, they will never take back the Taoist Temple.

But if within three years, there is no strong man in the fourfold martial arts, then this temple can only be demolished.

Su Chen held the bowl and was about to go to get a handful of rice, but when he saw the remaining rice, he was silent for a while, "In a few days, my food will be gone, and the period of time when my master was alive was used for divination and divination, now what?" ”

He also learned from his teacher to understand the signature, which is a vague way to use the candidate's personality and past experience in an ambiguous language to make people sketch their own answers in their minds.

This time, he was eating.

He can, but he lacks training, and if he is not careful, he is likely to ruin his reputation.

That's when it happened.

"Little monk."

A man with dark skin and a bag of rice on his shoulder said with a smile: "This fellow Daoist, I don't know something, so I came to you." Our family is poor, so we can send rice as usual. ”

With that, he threw the rice in his hand to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Su Chen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

There are at least more than ten kilograms, enough for him to eat for more than half a month.

He had planned to find a reason to prevaricate.

I haven't mastered my eloquence to this level, and if I rush to open it, I am likely to ruin my job.

However, he had no other choice, because his family had no extra food.

In addition, this sturdy man often came to Guanzhong to ask for signs, and his ancestors were all clear to him, Su Chen knew everything about him, and he had heard his master untie the wooden sticks for him one by one many times, which was very suitable.

Rare opportunity, rare opportunity.

As he spoke, he put the lunch box in his hand on the table, then opened the lunch box, took out a bamboo stick from it, and asked, "Uncle Qiao, what do you command?" ”

"My Ah Hu is going to be a soldier, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has always been very diligent, saying that he will attack the Turks and win glory for his family." Uncle Qiao sighed, shook the lottery in his hand, and sighed: "However, on the battlefield, no one can see anyone, and I, as a father, am not very at ease." ”

Bang!

A piece of bamboo fell from his hand.

The worst draw.

Uncle Qiao's face turned green.

Rumble!

The sticks fell to the ground and scattered all over the ground.

"What the hell is this?" Uncle Qiao, who has always believed in the lottery, was going crazy when he saw that bamboo stick.

"Uncle Qiao, don't be impatient, this lottery is not impossible." Su Chen reassured him as he picked up the worst bamboo slip from the ground, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking about how to explain it.

However, when he picked up the first grade, he found that a mist appeared in front of him, and scenes flashed through the mist.

In the courtyard, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man was practicing a set of boxing techniques in the courtyard, this person was Qiao Hu, his fists were very fierce, and he seemed to be very good at fighting.

His movements are strange and his limbs are unnatural.

What's going on?!

Open hanging?

"What does that mean?"

Su Chen's heart was shocked, and a golden light flashed in his heart.

It was a golden sign.

It was rows and rows of small print.

[First to last]

[Source of Calamity: Limbs cannot function normally, and he dies on the battlefield. 】

[Lottery, reward: 30 years of martial arts]

[Tribulation: "King Kong is not bad magic", get a technique]

Every time you unlock it, you'll get a boost!

If you solve the crisis, you can still get a martial art?!

Su Chen was overjoyed, after three years, he finally waited!

He secretly said in his heart: "Qiao Hu's martial arts has a problem, in battle, this point can easily become his weakness, this is his weakness." Only by eliminating this disharmony can this catastrophe be resolved. ”

Su Chen's heart moved, just like his master, and after a little deference, he laughed: "That's it." ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Qiao, this one can be unraveled."

Uncle Qiao seemed to see the last straw that saved his life, and grabbed Su Chen: "What is this?" ”

"Qiao Hu's cultivation must be a kind of martial arts, this kind of martial arts will make his limbs not flexible enough, and he will definitely be injured when the time comes, and when the time comes, he will not have the strength to fight back at all. That's why I'm out of luck. ”

Uncle Qiao's eyes widened, "No, I learned "Luohan Long Fist" from Jinji Temple, it is fierce and unmatched, the more you cultivate, the stronger it becomes, I am not his opponent." ”

He was anxious: "Where is the reason for martial arts?" ”

Su Chen said: "Uncle Qiao, don't be impatient, although this Arhat palm is powerful, but for Qiao Hu, I'm afraid it's not suitable." Let him stop cultivating, and I will make a separate list to ensure that his injuries will heal, and when the time comes, the killing will be unimpeded. ”

Uncle Qiao's eyes lit up, this old Taoist priest not only knew how to open cards back then, but also had the ability.

There must be something on Su Chen's body.

"Little monk, you have to save his life."

Su Chen nodded, turned around and went to his residence, and handed him a prescription, which was a prescription left to him by an old Taoist priest.

It was enough for Qiao Hu's injuries to heal, and then he stopped practicing Luohan Changquan, and the stick was untied.

Uncle Qiao took the prescription, apologized, and left.

With that, he left.

A golden light emanated from Su Chen's sea of consciousness and filled all parts of his body.

Shout!

Thirty years of martial arts is finally there!

"My breath, I already have it, and my cultivation has been improved from the fourth or fifth level to the sixth level!"

Su Chen was ecstatic and laughed dumbly.

"With this plug-in, my strength and gains will be more and more."

Su Chen laughed, took the rice made by Uncle Qiao, and took a bite of it.

He began to fantasize about his future.

"Now, all I have to do is recruit more people, and if I can get a tribute by lottery, not only will I not be able to eat and walk around, but I will also get some benefits, and if I am unlucky, I will get some benefits."

"The first purpose is to make the reputation of 'Hualongguan Solution' bigger. I was instructed by my master, so I naturally wanted to be convincing. As long as Qiao Hu can be safe and sound, everything is easy to say. ”

"I heard that this Taoist priest has three longs and two shorts, and the Taoist temple will be taken back. Especially in that temple, where there are very few people, and besides, I heard from Master that there was a monk who beat us up. Anyway, I have to work hard to improve my strength. ”

He clenched his fists, and more than 30 years of cultivation made him full of yearning for his strength.

"I have been cultivating for more than 30 years, but I haven't obtained the "Vajra Not Bad Gong", and I don't know how strong this exercise is."

Qiaojia Village, on this mountain.

Uncle Qiao came back and muttered to himself, "It's good that I ran early enough, otherwise this pharmacy would have closed." ”

When he saw Qiao Hu cultivating in the courtyard, he walked over and carefully observed what Su Chen said about Qiao Hu's every move.

"Huh! I didn't even notice it before. Uncle Qiao's face was serious and a little worried.

Qiao Hu practiced it again, was in a good mood, and when he saw Uncle Qiao coming, he immediately walked over.

"Father, you're finally back."

Bang!

As soon as Qiao Hu approached, he stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

Fortunately, Uncle Qiao reacted quickly and helped him up.

"Father, I, what's wrong with me, didn't I just practice once, why are my limbs so inflexible?"

Uncle Qiao sighed and said, "It's your boxing that has a problem, don't practice anymore." ”

Qiao Hu's face was terrified, "My limbs seem to be injured, how can this be good?" ”

"I'm going to be a soldier, and if I go to war like this, I'm sure I'll die." When Qiao Hu thought of this, his heart became more and more afraid.

"Father, how is this good?"