Li Moru wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this was the first time he had met a master who could force himself into such a situation, and he couldn't help but be excited.

He silently recites the blacksmith's fist mantra in his heart, the blacksmith's fist; a hundred tempered into steel, when it is strong, it is strong, when it is strong, it is strong, it is strong, it is like fire, it is invisible, it is like a fire, it is endless, and you can fight thousands of steels, and you are invincible to the monstrous fire......

Running the internal force of his body, he only felt that his internal organs had a burning sensation like a flame passing by, his fists were clenched, and he glared angrily.

When it was determined that Li Moru did not have a hidden weapon, Zhikong flew and rushed towards Li Moru's chest with a punch, but what he didn't expect was that this time Li Moru didn't dodge or dodge, but stretched out his fist.

His pupils dilated slightly, did he give up?

But at the moment when his fist was in full contact with Li Moru, he suddenly felt that his whole body was like colliding with a steel plate, and Li Moru's fist was faintly hot.

When he thought it was his own delusion, Li Moru's other punch had already rushed towards his chest, and the fist seemed to have no skill at all, but the moment it fully touched his chest, he only felt that his chest was as painful as if it was burned.

The people on the side began to buzz and discuss, "Isn't this Li Moru using a sword, how can he also use boxing?"

"Why, who said that you can't practice boxing if you practice swords, isn't Shaolin Temple just practicing everything? ”

The person next to him nodded and said, "Indeed, there is a good show to watch now." ”

Because he didn't expect Li Moru to know how to box, Zhikong took a punch from Li Moru, and Li Moru used his five successful forces for this punch, and Zhikong was repelled several feet away.

However, it didn't seem to have completely hurt him, he rushed towards Li Moru with a straight fist, Li Moru didn't dodge or dodge, ran the internal force, mobilized the internal force to his fists and arms, and said in his mouth: "If you are strong, you will be strong, and if you are strong, you will be strong." ”

He remembered that Lao Yang Tou said that the contest between fists is to overcome skills with force, and many martial arts masters will unload their strength, but the fire that burns, the more the wind blows, it will only become more and more violent.

Zhikong couldn't believe everything in front of him, after so many years in Shaolin Temple, no one dared to fight him head-on, and this was the first time he lost head-to-head with someone.

His right foot sank slightly, and he instantly rushed towards Li Moru, Li Moru also rushed towards him, the two punched each other, Li Moru could feel that all the internal organs in his body were shaken, but after casting the blacksmith fist, his body did not have the slightest intention of retreating. On the contrary, the more you fight, the more courageous.

He felt an inexplicable excitement surging into his heart, and his fist kept slamming towards Zhikong like a torrential rain, Zhikong didn't react for a while, and his body was punched several times.

He tossed the clothes off his body, revealing his bronzed skin, with several black-purple fist prints on it.

He continued to attack Li Moru, but no matter how he attacked, Li Moru just didn't hide, he always bumped into him, and he didn't dodge, the two fists kept hitting in the air, and the cross talk in the air was endless.

Li Moru's hands were numb by Zhikong's powerful force, and Zhikong was also uncomfortable, his hands were like contact with hot steel, and now his hands were burned, and he began to be a little powerless.

At the moment when he was breathing, Li Moru instantly rushed towards him, he crossed his hands to block, and Li Moru's punch directly knocked him into the wall.

A human figure sank deep into the wall, and Zhikong only felt that in addition to the vibration caused by the huge vibration, there was also a burning sensation from his arm to his body.

At the moment of hitting the wall, he could even hear the sound of his ribs breaking, and he couldn't help but a mouthful of blood gushing out of his throat, and his consciousness was also a little trance.

Just when he came to his senses, Li Moru's fist had already rushed to his left wrist, and the severe pain made him quickly wake up, and the bones and tendons of his left hand had been completely shattered by Li Moru at that moment just now.

Li Moru smashed another fist into his right wrist, and a terrible scream rushed to the sky, Li Moru saw Zhikong faint in great pain, and at the moment he fell, Li Moru was also weak and collapsed to the ground.

There is no doubt that this time the competition was won by Li Moru, and Zhikong's hands had been abolished by Li Moru, Huiwu hurriedly asked people to carry Zhikong for healing, although he was very angry, but Huiyang Daoist had already appeared beside Li Moru at this time, which made him restrain his impulse.

Seeing the fainting Zhikong, Huiwu clenched his teeth and clenched his fists with both hands.

Li Moru suddenly felt as if something was supporting him, and when he turned his head, he found that it was Huiyang Daoist, and he smiled slightly: "Immortal Master, I won." ”

Hui Yang smiled: "Well, it's amazing, the stinky boy back then, now he already has this kind of martial arts, if your master knows, he should be happy for you." ”

"Really?"

"Don't speak, I'll heal you. ”

He took out a small jade bottle from his arms, took out a crystal silver antimony pill and gave it to Li Moru, and the moment Li Moru took the medicine, he suddenly felt cold in his mouth.

Huiyang Daoist used his internal force to help Li Moru absorb the medicinal properties of the pill, and he suddenly felt that a clear stream flowed into the boiling blood and internal organs in his body. Just like the feeling of the pill entrance just now, it was cold and cold.

Soon, with the help of Huiyang Daoist, Li Moru recovered, and the burning sensation in his body had disappeared.

Huiyang Daoist asked, "How is it?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's much better, but this is the first time I've used a blacksmith's fist to fight someone, and I didn't control it just now." ”

Huiyang Daodao: "Your boxing method has very high requirements for internal force, remember, if you are not fully proficient in using the internal force in your body in the future, try not to use this boxing method, and practice more internal skills in the future, hurry up and familiarize yourself with the use, don't hold the gold mine will not use." ”

Li Moru nodded and smiled: "Thank you, Immortal Master, I remember." ”

"Alright, let's go and rest, I'm going to be beaten up in a while. Huiyang Daoren stood up and let out a hearty laugh.

Li Moru got up, only to feel that the pain in his body had decreased a lot, and he felt that his body was also a lot lighter, when he used the blacksmith fist before, although the power was strong, he always felt as if he was pressed by something, and he was a little out of breath.

Li Moru couldn't help sighing, because of the internal force in his body, he sometimes couldn't control it well, and the blacksmith fist was easy to hurt himself, so he rarely used this set of punches to fight the enemy.

But today, I don't know how to drop, I was angry for a while, I just wanted to fight with that person, I just didn't want to hide, he didn't know, maybe it was that some things that he had accumulated in his heart after hiding for so long were led out by Zhikong at that moment.

The monk who carried Zhikong went to report to Huiwu and said, "Abbot, it's not good, the tendons and veins of Zhikong's hands have been destroyed, and all the internal organs are bleeding, what should I do?"

Although Huiwu is very angry, but in the face of so many people, it is not easy to attack, but Zhikong is the most outstanding monk of the younger generation of Shaolin Temple, and now that he has been abolished, how to explain it when he goes back.

Huiwu couldn't help sighing, and the old monk said: "Forget it, the old Taoist priest came to save people, and I will make an exception." ”

Hui Wu said happily: "Uncle Shi has a way to save Zhikong?"

"I don't know if it's feasible, I'll go and see! You go with me to have a look, after so many years, I finally saw a Shaolin Temple into a vessel, to be honest, it's so wasted, I'm also a little reluctant. ”

The old monk walked towards the White Horse Temple with Huiwu, under the shade of the tree, Zhikong was already asleep, and the empty phase stretched out his hand to take the pulse, and said to Huiwu: "The tendons are broken, and the five organs are injured, so I blame you for doing it yourself." ”

Hui Wu looked horrified, "What does Uncle Shi mean by this, and what does this matter have to do with the disciple?"

"If you hadn't asked him to abolish Li Moru's martial arts, I'm afraid that Li Moru wouldn't have done such a ruthless move. ”

"How did Uncle Shi know about this, I haven't told anyone about this?"

The old monk said: "When Zhikong himself said to Li Moru when he was on the field before, although his voice was very small, I still heard it, I think not only me, but the old Taoist priest should also hear it." Zhikong's move was fatal, but fortunately Li Moru stopped in time, otherwise he was afraid that he would be a dead man now. ”

Huiwu took a breath of cold air, he didn't expect that the two of them would have such hearing when they reached this age, but I was afraid that it was related to the martial arts cultivation of the two, he asked: "Uncle Shi, what should I do now, is Zhikong still saved?"

The old monk ordered the acupuncture points on Zhikong's body, such as the wind pool, the big vertebrae, the spine, the wind gate, the diaphragm, and the Taichong, and then healed the wounds with the exercises, and said to Huiwu: "Did you bring the big Dan?"

Huiwu said: "Bring it, you can get it." ”

"But master, there is only one Da Huandan, didn't you say that it was left for you?"

Huiwu said: "Alas, if it weren't for me, Zhikong might not have been able to fall into such a field, although the elixir is precious, but where is someone precious, hurry up and take it, hoping to make up for the sins of the little monk." ”

The sound of fighting outside the door was heard from time to time, and soon Zhikong took the pill, and Zhikong, under the guidance of the old monk's internal force, finally became conscious, spit out a mouthful of blood from his abdomen, and said: "Abbot, the disciple has failed your trust." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay if people are okay. ”

He tried to clench his fists, but his fists were completely weak, his face became ugly, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that the disciple's fists have been abolished by Master Li Shi, the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is unpleasant." ”

Huiwu said: "Zhikong, it's Uncle Shi who is sorry for you. ”

"Where did the abbot say, the disciple is not good at learning, he has embarrassed Shaolin, and he will be a waste person in the next life, which can be regarded as the retribution of the disciple, the abbot does not have to blame himself, and the disciple is the kind of person who can't accept the reality. ”

The old monk said: "Yes, yes, this should be the bearing that people in my Buddhism should have, everything has its own way, the old Taoist priest often says a word, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, I don't think this matter is necessarily a bad thing." ”

Zhikong said: "Who is this?"

Huiwu said: "This is my uncle, according to the seniority, you should call your uncle and ancestor." ”

Zhikong endured the pain and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, please forgive the disciple for not being able to salute you." ”

"It's all like this, what are you doing with this, hurry up and take the big pill, and then go back to the old man to ask for Yi Jinjing, maybe his hands can still be saved. ”

When he heard that his hands were still saved, Zhikong's expression involuntarily became a little excited, but when he heard that he was going to take the Great Returning Pill and also the Yi Jin Sutra, his face instantly turned cold.

The old monk handed Da Huan Dan to his mouth and said, "Come and open your mouth, hurry up and take it." ”

Zhikong shook his head, "Uncle Shi, the Great Returning Pill has the effect of resurrecting the dead, and it should be left to those who need it more, the disciple has been abolished, and it is still unknown whether it can be restored after taking it, and the Yijin Sutra is the supreme heart method of Shaolin, and the disciple has not yet contributed to Shaolin, so he really has no shame to open his mouth to the master, forget it, even if the disciple is disabled in the second half of his life, it still does not affect the disciple's dedication to worshiping the Buddha, or keep the Great Returning Dan." ”

The old monk said, "Why are you so pedantic? Medicine is a dead thing, and man is a living thing, how can you give up hope of restoration because of its preciousness?"

Huiwu said: "Zhikong, listen to the words of Uncle Shi and take it." ”

"But Abbot, if my hands can't be restored, wouldn't it be a waste of this elixir, and there are only three in the entire Shaolin Temple,"

Huiwu said: "Uncle Shi is right, things are dead, people are alive, how can there be a practice of giving up the living because of dead things, now, I order you as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, hurry up and take medicine, otherwise it is disrespectful to Uncle Shi, disrespect to Shaolin." ”

"The disciple didn't dare. ”

"Don't dare, don't hurry up and take the medicine. ”

Zhikong opened his mouth and took the medicine. The old monk said: "That's right, and this is not necessarily a bad thing, if you don't break it, you can't stand it, I hope you can break it and stand up, and carry Shaolin forward." ”

Zhikong said: "Uncle Shi, the disciple understands, after the disciple is better, he must practice martial arts diligently, and carry forward the martial arts of Shaolin Temple." ”

The old monk smiled slightly, got up and walked outside, and said, "Hurry up and send him to Shaolin, let the old man heal his wounds, and teach him the Yijin Sutra." ”

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