Wang Tian's face was hideous, and his skills were extremely powerful, he suddenly burst out, his arms became much longer, and he choked his throat at once. Zhang Xiaochuan's breathing became more and more difficult, he was anxious to break free, but he couldn't, he was anxious for someone to come to help, it was hopeless, anxious, and angry, and he was about to suffocate to death. Zhang Xiaochuan kicked and punched, and he couldn't break Wang Tian's wrist. Angry and angry, Zhang Xiaochuan suddenly woke up, but it turned out to be a nightmare.

After waking up, Zhang Xiaochuan couldn't sleep, thinking about the dream just now, thinking about Wang Tian's hideous appearance and martial arts during the day. Zhang Xiaochuan thought to himself, although Wang Tian has embarked on an evil path in practice, his kung fu is becoming more and more powerful, and once there is another big breakthrough, he will not be his opponent after all. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaochuan actually had a sense of urgency. Think about yourself in the holy land of martial arts, why don't you seize the time to study hard, why don't you take this opportunity to study hard, so that you can be prepared for emergencies. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaochuan suddenly became childlike, and thought to himself, why don't I learn from Wang Tian and practice now. Zhang Xiaochuan suddenly had such an idea, on the one hand, he was really bored in his usual time, and on the other hand, he was curious. Zhang Xiaochuan also wanted to see what the vigilance of the Shaolin Temple was, so he sat up, put on his clothes and walked in the direction of the Zangjing Pavilion.

The night was not very dark, and the sky was almost bright. Zhang Xiaochuan moved quickly, held his breath, tiptoed, and approached the Scripture Pavilion little by little. Zhang Xiaochuan felt funny, but also a little apprehensive, with his own identity, what do he want to learn here, will the abbot brother not allow it. If it is really discovered, it will seem very inappropriate. When he arrived at the door, Zhang Xiaochuan pushed it gently, and the door opened casually, and it turned out that the door was hidden. Zhang Xiaochuan opened the door wider, and went in with a light flash, then gently closed the door and walked lightly to the bookshelf inside. Zhang Xiaochuan himself was secretly funny, and he was quite smug in his heart, he really looked like a thief at this time.

There are many bookshelves inside, and there are many scripture books in rows. By the faint light of the sky, Zhang Xiaochuan looked at the past one by one, "Diamond Sutra", "Lotus Sutra", "Prajna Heart Sutra", of course, he was not interested in these Buddhist scriptures at all, when he saw the "Fist Sutra", "King Kong Finger", "Prajna Finger", "Grabber" and other martial arts books, he picked it up, read it carefully, after all, the view of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was dark, he went to a brighter place to see, as soon as he looked at it, he was reluctant to let go, while looking at the comparison. Since then, when Zhang Xiaochuan can't sleep at night, he comes to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and secretly reads martial arts books. During the day, Zhang Xiaochuan went to the Shaolin monk's martial arts training ground to observe and experience. Those who practice martial arts have no end, and to a certain extent, they will inevitably be intoxicated. During this time, Zhang Xiaochuan happened to be in such a state. The more I learned, the more I entered, the more I felt insufficient, and the more I wanted to study more.

The light in the Scripture Pavilion is a little dim, although the eyesight of martial arts students is usually better than that of ordinary people, but it doesn't feel very good after a long time, Zhang Xiaochuan went for several nights in a row, and no one was discovered, and no one came out to stop him. Zhang Xiaochuan was glad that his courage became stronger, and when he went to the Zangjing Pavilion again, he simply brought an oil lamp, but he cut the wick of the oil lamp very short and short.

Lighting the oil lamp, Zhang Xiaochuan put the oil lamp in a safe place, as low as possible, but it could also make it easier for him to read the words, and after doing all this, he read the martial arts cheats wholeheartedly.

When I saw the proudness, I couldn't help but gesture for a while. When he finished reading a book and was about to put it back, suddenly a figure flashed, and Zhang Xiaochuan first thought that he was reading in a dim environment, so he was dazzled. On second thought, no, it felt so real, it was obviously someone. Thinking that there are still people who are secretly studying art here like himself, Zhang Xiaochuan is excited and nervous. It can't be Wang Tian, if it's him, I have to be careful. Zhang Xiaochuan held his breath, gently turned the other side of the shelf, there was no one, he turned to the back of another shelf, there was still no one, he cautiously walked back to the original place. As soon as he turned the corner of the shelf, he almost collided with a person, and both of them were startled and subconsciously stepped back.

Through the faint light, Zhang Xiaochuan saw that the man was wearing a black night coat and a black silk scarf on his face.

On a whim, Zhang Xiaochuan jumped forward to uncover his silk scarf. Seeing Zhang Xiaochuan's sudden move, the man didn't dodge, but actually stepped forward and used a trick to grab his hand, and immediately buckled Zhang Xiaochuan's right wrist vein. Zhang Xiaochuan was originally good at swordsmanship, and his fist and foot kung fu were ordinary, he wanted to remove the man's silk scarf, but because of the close distance, he was careless for a while, but he didn't want to be restrained in one move. The man restrained Zhang Xiaochuan and twisted his wrist, Zhang Xiaochuan was in pain, and his body could only approach the man, and the man took advantage of the situation to put Zhang Xiaochuan's right hand behind him, and at the same time let Zhang Xiaochuan turn his back to himself.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Zhang Xiaochuan was caught when he missed a move, and he felt quite ashamed in his heart, but he calmed down in his heart. The man controlled Zhang Xiaochuan, but didn't answer, "If you don't talk again, I'll shout." Zhang Xiaochuan had no choice but to threaten the man, but the man was still silent. "I really shouted. Zhang Xiaochuan said it again, but the man still didn't speak. At this time, he lightly touched Zhang Xiaochuan's ribs, Zhang Xiaochuan felt numb under his ribs and couldn't move, the man put him down, then opened the door and went by himself.

"You, you, come back. The man turned a deaf ear. Threats are threats, where does Zhang Xiaochuan dare to shout. Isn't it a shame to be in the way he is in this embarrassment? How could Zhang Xiaochuan be willing to recruit all the monks in the Shaolin Temple, but fortunately, that person is not Wang Tian, and he has not the slightest ill will towards himself. Zhang Xiaochuan comforted himself while patiently waiting for time.