After eating, Sports dragged the mountain peak, which was almost unable to walk, back to the firewood house. You must know that for two hours, the mountain peaks are constantly running back and forth between several stoves, without stopping.

Shanfeng even felt that stir-frying was more tiring than going down the mountain to carry water.

Sports threw the mountain peak on the bed, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down. Anyone who is so busy at this extreme can be exhausted for two hours, so a nap and rest is a must.

Shanfeng's hands and feet were so sore that he couldn't move, and he looked at the ceiling of the firewood room, and his heart was indescribably confused.

I want to learn martial arts, and now I finally enter the Shaolin Temple, but the Shaolin Temple is like this. What should I do? Should I run away? But if I run away, where should I go?

For the first time since Shanfeng left the village, he began to think seriously about what he should do.

At that time, I went out of the village on an impulse, and after entering Lin'an City, I was also wandering aimlessly, if it wasn't for the big-headed Buddha to take him in, then I must still be wandering in Lin'an City now.

"That's right! Master Zhiyuan!" Shan Feng suddenly remembered that he had been brought back to the Shaolin Temple by Master Zhiyuan, and that he had seen Master Zhiyuan fighting against the assassin of the Tang Sect in the Kuiyuan Pavilion.

Since the sports said that there are martial arts precepts in Shaolin Temple now, then Master Zhiyuan must have been punished for his own sake. Otherwise, how could he not have seen Master Zhiyuan, and blamed him for being too happy when he entered Shaolin, and only now remembered Master Zhiyuan.

That's right, Master Zhiyuan knows martial arts, and obviously his martial arts are not low. Shanfeng finally figured out a little, even if the Shaolin Temple is what it is now, but it is the Shaolin Temple after all, the Shaolin monks don't know martial arts just because of the martial arts precepts, they can't practice martial arts!

Yes, although the Shaolin Temple has martial arts precepts, but the martial arts have not been lost, and Master Zhiyuan is the best proof of this! Since the martial arts are still there, what reason does he have to give up.

"Sports! I'm not going to run away. Shan Feng laughed, as long as Wu was still there then he still had a chance.

"Therefore, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they will be tempted to endure and gain what they cannot. This is a sentence that Old Man Du often says to Shanfeng, although Shanfeng doesn't understand it very well, but he understands such a long word, and he probably wants to persevere!

Shanfeng didn't respond when he saw the sports, thinking that he was already asleep, so he rolled over and fell asleep. Just now, when the old drunkard of Xinkong took action against himself, he obviously used martial arts. Since even this undisciplined old drunkard has martial arts, then Shaolin Kung Fu must still be there.

It's just that I can't touch it yet. Shanfeng comforted himself to a deep sleep and snored.

Sports turned over, sat up, and looked at the strange-looking peak, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You're as stupid as I am. Since you refuse to run, then spend your life with me betting on whether this Shaolin will rise again and shake the rivers and lakes again. ”

After speaking, he took out a book from under his broken pillow and read it.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Sports woke up the mountain, and the two of them began to fill the big tank again for the water needed for dinner. The two of them were running on the steps of the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, and they were still competing, because the two people said that the person who was slow could eat each other's green vegetables for dinner.

As a result, the mountain peak naturally lost, and he had to nibble on white rice at night and swallow it.

The two of them burned their dinner tirelessly and sat on the water tank to eat dinner. However, because the Shaolin Temple could not stay at night, they only needed to burn the food of the monks in the temple, which was much easier than during the day.

"Sports, why can the master drink? Moreover, he seems to have thrown out the senior brother who came to steal food with some kind of martial arts today, why didn't anyone punish him. Shan Feng was eating rice, and he wanted to laugh when he thought of the fact that the senior brother was thrown out of the door by the master just now.

"That's called the dragon colt through the gap. Sports sucked a piece of greens and said unconcernedly.

"Oh, that's called the dragon colt through the gap, how do you know about sports?"

"I guess. Sports gave Shanfeng a roll of the eyes, but he hadn't learned a single Shaolin martial arts, how could he know what the name of Xinkong's move was.

"Xinkong is a person who believes in the temple. In addition to the abbot and Xintian, he is the one with the highest status. But it seems that Shinku has committed some great precepts before, and when I came in, he was in the back kitchen. ”

"It is said that he has a high status, but the monks in the temple don't seem to respect him, and they usually call him directly by the Dharma name, and they don't need to be honorific. And he doesn't care if he drinks and believes in the sky, and everyone else naturally doesn't care. Besides, now in Shaolin Temple, except for the martial arts rings, the other rings are basically put on a show, don't you also see that the senior brother grabbed a piece of braised pork before being thrown out. ”

Shanfeng nodded, as if there were only two people in the temple who were really vegetarians, him and sports. There are only vegetables at every meal, and I have to cry about it.

"I really want to eat large intestine noodles. Shan Feng thought of his mother's large intestine and drooled.

Sports laughed and scolded: "I still want to eat the large intestine, but I can't even eat the feces in the large intestine." Shanfeng chuckled, and the two of them giggled.

After dinner, the two of them went back to the firewood room. It seems that for them, the Shaolin Temple is only the size of the back kitchen to the firewood room.

Unlike during the day, they don't have to work at night, so they are free to do what they want.

However, they are the poorest two people in the temple, and the old drunkard of Shinkong can also receive bribes from monks because of his name as "head chef", such as adding meat tonight or something. So after dinner, Xinkong went to find the senior brother to compete at the gambling table.

Sports and mountains naturally can't go without money, and they don't want to go either, so they can only sit outside the firewood house.

At this time, sports began to practice martial arts in the open space by the well in front of the firewood house. The mountain peak was stunned for a moment, and then saw the sports punch out one by one, and then suddenly jumped around like a monkey, and waited as if he was using a tiger's claw, scratching randomly.

Shan Feng looked at the sweat of the sports practice, and asked curiously: "Sports, didn't you say the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple? Why do you still practice martial arts?" ”

"Damn, if you have martial arts, you won't practice martial arts! Then why are you still staying in this ghost place, do you really want to be a chef here for the rest of your life!"

"That's right!" Shan Feng realized that the two of them could be said to be the lowest status in the Shaolin Temple, and no one had time to take care of them. "Sports, you teach me too. ”

Sports wiped the sweat on his head, and said helplessly: "Teach Mao, I'm also practicing here indiscriminately, just like chopping wood with my hands, it's completely foolish, purely exercised." ”

Shan Feng also walked to the side of sports, and planned to try this random practice as well. But he didn't know what to do other than throw punches, kick his legs, and do gymnastics.

"Actually, I was just like you when I first started, I just threw straight punches and kicked straight legs all day long. Sports looked at Shanfeng and said, "Later, maybe I wanted to practice martial arts too much." When I dream, I feel like I'm telling me how to punch and how to kick. Then the next day, I started to practice according to the words in the dream, but unfortunately the dream was too vague the next day, so no matter how I practiced, I couldn't practice well. ”

"Then let's fight!" Shan Feng thought of a suggestion, anyway, the two of them were practicing randomly, so let's just fight against each other. In this way, even if you can't learn martial arts, it's easy to fight with ruffians and hooligans in the future.

"Okay!" Sports are also full of interest, he used to be the only one and he couldn't go to the tree to practice, but now the mountain peak is just there an opponent.

"The loser will eat tomorrow's greens for the winner!" sports proposed.

"Okay!" Shan Feng jumped to try, and then his greens were gone the next day.

So, every night in front of the firewood house sports and mountain peaks will be practiced. At first, it was an overwhelming victory for sports, but after ten days, the mountain peaks could block sports for half an hour. Later, the mountain almost beat the sport.

However, every day when I dream about sports, I always dream of some new moves. As soon as sports use new moves, the mountain peaks will be flattened again, but when the mountain peaks also learn these moves, sports will have new moves.

So, the two of them have been in a dozen for a year. They were also immersed in the atmosphere of martial arts training, and they didn't think about anything else at all except eating, sleeping, and working every day.

The advantage of sports is that there are always new moves, and the advantage of the mountain is the ability to resist the attack that is terrifying. Several times the two of them fought in the dark, but when they woke up the next day, the mountain peak was as lively as if he was a nobody, and the sports were still back pain.

In the end, the strength of the two men is about the same, but sports can always win with moves, while the mountain peaks use physical strength to drag down sports. As a result, there are often no greens to eat on the peaks, and sports are occasionally without greens.

A year has passed, but the mountain peaks have not changed much, but because they often eat white rice and can't eat vegetables, they look a little malnourished and their faces are a little pale. As for the size, they are two heads shorter than sports.

It turned out that recently sports dreamed of monkey boxing, and the two of them have been competing with monkey boxing. Monkey boxing pays attention to agility and agility, although the body is large, but the movements are agile and coherent, and it is a stubborn monkey who is alive. Although the mountain peak is more like a monkey, because of the slow reaction and the muddy action, the monkey fist is as slow as a bear fist, completely losing the essence of monkey fist.

"Isn't the new move great?" Shanfeng shouted, and threw himself at Sports again, before his leg could reach Sports Sports, he was easily dodged by Sports and then punched his chest, losing his balance and falling to the ground.

"Hehe, it looks like the greens in the evening are mine again. As soon as the words of sports came out, Shanfeng was also annoyed all of a sudden. Because it's been a monkey boxing recently, but I can't learn how to learn the mountain peaks. I haven't eaten vegetables for almost half a month, and I just sprinkle salt with rice all day long.

In fact, several times sports did not ask for the green vegetables of the peaks, but the mountains have a tendon, and if they lose, they will lose and insist on giving the greens to sports. Sports also wanted to cancel the gimmick of betting on vegetables, but found that without the bet of vegetables, the effect of two people's martial arts training decreased significantly.

Anyone who eats white rice every day can't stand it, so the mountain rises from the ground and sweeps towards sports with a punch. Sports turn around and kick back to the mountain.

Shanfeng really wanted to eat vegetables and thought crazy, and the kick kicked at his left waist, and he actually began to think about how he usually fried vegetables, and then shoveled it just like he usually fried vegetables!

"Huh?" Sports was shocked, he didn't expect Shanfeng to actually block his move, in his expectation, Shanfeng punched with his left hand, then the left waist was empty, and it should be a must.

Shanfeng was also surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that he thought of stir-fried vegetables crookedly, and he actually blocked this kick of sports!

Then he subconsciously continued to make an action, that is, the action of stir-frying after the spatula was inserted into the green vegetables.

The ankle of the sport was held by the peak, and then the peak lifted his right hand and turned, and the whole sport was spun and thrown to the ground.

Sports patted the soil on his body, and he was also surprised in his heart, the mountain peak blocked his moves, not to mention, and the counterattack was so impeccable. You must know that because the foot of sports is a back-to-back kick, the whole person's center of gravity is unstable, and the mention of the mountain peak is just right.

"You Rippy, this isn't a monkey fist. Sports pretended to be a little angry, thinking that it seemed that the greens in the evening were still a little hanging.

Shanfeng looked at his hands, it was completely a stir-fry action just now, and he actually shoveled the sports overturned!

"I don't know, it's habitual. "Shanfeng is a little embarrassed, after all, it's a monkey boxing, he actually uses the move of stir-frying to deal with it, and the sports will definitely be angry when he knows it.

The drums in the heart of the sportsman, Shanfeng's move just now was too magical, and it was completely easy to break his move. The point was that it seemed familiar, but he remembered that he had never taught the mountain peak this trick, and he didn't remember that there was this trick in his dreams.