When the mountain peak woke up, it was just the end of the three-month ceasefire in the back kitchen. He began to carry water and chop wood, stir-fry and cook as usual, as if it were a routine, and when he was done, he would sit on the big tank and look at the sky in a daze.

Shinkong still kept complaining that he was too slow as before, but he didn't mention the situation of sports at all. Shanfeng had been to the door of Woodman Alley a few times, but the steel gate was really unsightly, because he had no chance of opening it.

Sports are not there, and the mountain peak no longer practices martial arts every night, but just lies on the roof every night and watches the stars. If there are no stars, look at the moon, and if there is no moon, look at the dark sky. If it's raining, take out the sports book from under your sports pillow and read it.

Although he couldn't understand it at all because he didn't know enough words, he knew that sports read these books secretly every time, so when he read them, it was as if he was reading sports.

None of the monks in the Shaolin Temple paid attention to the disappearance of sports, and even made Shanfeng feel that sports did not exist in the first place.

The mountain peak lives a muddy life every day, doing what a group leader monk should do. Other than that, he couldn't find anything he could do.

Because the friend who could sweat and suffer with him was suffering in that dark wooden alley. And he can't do anything here.

"Gymnastics, it's not a way for you to go on like this. Shinku stood on the edge of the mountain where he was stir-frying, and burped him in the face. Xinkong has calculated that the mountain peak has not spoken for 3 months since he woke up, and he has nothing to do all day but sits in a daze, like an idiot.

Xinkong almost thought that there was some ulterior secret about the mountains and sports, otherwise how could he be sad like this, he didn't say a word for three months, and Xinkong would definitely go crazy if he didn't speak for three months.

"Hey, it's been three months. Tell me!" Xinkong slapped Shanfeng's head, and Shanfeng only moved slightly, and his expression did not even change.

Seeing Shanfeng's reaction, Xinkong was furious: "You are a basket, the wood in the wooden alley will fight back, you are not even as good as wood." "If Shanfeng was beaten like before, he would still quarrel with himself, Xinkong would be more comfortable, and now Shanfeng is very boring to do like this.

"It's boring, if I hadn't heard you say you were going to be a hero, I would have thought you dreamed of being a chef. The cooking is so carried away, it's not a thing, it's a mess. "The letter is not drunk, and the idiom is used indiscriminately.

Shanfeng still didn't talk back, but his hand holding the spatula trembled slightly. That day, the elder brother found that his plate of fried vegetables was a little salty, but it was delicious.

"Do I really want to be a chef?" thought to Shanfeng at night, looking at the starry sky, and his heart was extremely confused.

He has a lot to say, but in this Shaolin Temple, who wants to listen to his heart except sports.

"Hey, I said can you be more attentive?" Xinkong looked at Shanfeng, who was distracted again when Shanfeng was stir-frying, and a pot of good greens was almost scorched again. Hearing the sound of Shinkong, Shanfeng came back to his senses and stirred it up a few times.

Xinkong looked at Shanfeng and sighed, grabbed the spatula and began to stir-fry himself. "How many times have I told you that stir-frying can't be rushed. Do you think it's okay to stir up a few random stir-fries and fry them well? It's a big mistake, you have to be careful, so that you can be worthy of these green vegetables. ”

The mountain peak can't understand it at all, can't you eat the vegetables when they are fried?

Xinkong stir-fried slowly with a spatula, explaining while frying. "It's just a plate of greens, but you have to take it seriously. Don't think it's easy, even if it's a plate of stir-fried vegetables, it's hard to make it well. ”

"In fact, many things are like this, and you must not rush. You're just too anxious, you have to be slow. ”

Too anxious? Shanfeng seemed to understand the voice-over of Shinku. Are you too anxious, bent on becoming a hero, but you have never thought about how many tribulations those famous heroes have gone through.

"You have to control them so that the greens will follow your spatula. Only when all the greens are stir-fried evenly, then the greens will have a taste. "Xinkong's spatula is like a fish swimming in a sea of vegetables, and a pot full of greens is constantly churning under Xinkong's stir-frying.

Shan Feng looked at Shinku's movements, and his heart was also surprised. Unlike the jerky feeling he usually encounters when stir-frying vegetables, Shinkong's stir-frying is relaxed, as if those greens have no weight, and they are flowing with the spatula.

Looking at the circle of Shinku's spatula, Shanfeng felt that this scene was so familiar. It's like that's how I felt when I faced that Mongolian!

The mountain peaks were a little incredulous, but with the stir-fry of the letter. The pot of greens in his eyes seemed to form a cyan whirlpool, attracting his attention.

Shinkong glanced at the mountain peaks beside him and smiled slightly. He knew what he was calling, and the mountain peaks had listened. He handed the spatula to Shanfeng and went back to the recliner to drink.

Shanfeng took the spatula and couldn't wait to use his trick against Kukumen. Sure enough, the stir-fry at this time became quite easy, and with his own movements, the greens kept shifting, changing color until they were completely ripe.

The mountain peak put out this pot of green vegetables, and a fresh fragrance wafted out, obviously this pot of green vegetables is obviously much better than the fried green vegetables before.

Then Shanfeng began to fry radish, fried eggplant, fried winter melon, fried potatoes, all the dishes today, Shanfeng used this method to stir-fry. After Shanfeng finished frying all the dishes, he didn't sit on the water tank in a daze as usual, because he didn't eat the tired food, and went back to the firewood room to lie down and rest.

He found that the larger the circle he drawn, the more tired he became. Because only with greater force can he control a larger circle.

That night, Shanfeng began to practice boxing by the well in front of the firewood house, and unlike before, he just kept drawing circles with his hands. Circles are big and small, the peaks are drawn with the left hand, the right hand is drawn, the front is drawn, the back is drawn, and the circle is always endless.

Eventually, the mountain peak was soaked with sweat and stopped drawing circles.

Every day after that, Shanfeng used the same method to stir-fry, and even when carrying water, he also used a flat pole to carry a bucket to draw circles. Walking on the road, he is also constantly drawing circles. The other brothers and sisters laughed at the mountain peak when they saw that they were walking with a piece of charcoal and drawing circles on the ground.

Xintian didn't say anything when he saw the movements of the mountain peak, because as long as he wasn't practicing martial arts, he wouldn't care what kind of nerves the mountain had all day long.

Jian Temple Tomoto looked at the mountain peaks that were drawing circles on the ground with branches under the trees and sighed, he regretted taking the peaks up the mountain a little. If he hadn't taken the mountain up the mountain in the first place, the mountain wouldn't have become like this now. He also asked his junior brother several times to see if Shanfeng was crazy, but the junior brother said that Shanfeng was in good health. Moreover, the nosebleeds of the mountain peak have somehow not flare-up.

"Senior brother, although I am not sure, I suspect that Master Xintian used the Demon Suppression Finger on him. Zhijin stood beside Zhiyuan, and he also looked at the peaks that were drawing circles from afar.

Zhiyuan frowned when he heard his junior brother say this, and said: "But the Demon Suppression Finger can't make him like this, and the Demon Suppression Finger is not a golden finger that can turn people into idiots!"

Zhiyuan shrugged, he didn't know how the mountain peak could have become like this. However, the two of them still know a little bit of the inside story, and they know that sports are locked up in Muren Lane. "Actually, for him, the Demon Suppression Finger is a good thing. Otherwise, if his internal strength continues to practice like he usually does, he will definitely explode and die. ”

It turns out that there are not only Xinkong who knows that the mountain peak and sports are secretly practicing martial arts, but Zhiyuan and Zhijin both know.

Zhiyuan nodded, he knew that the strange internal force in Shanfeng's body was very unstable, and the master's demon subduing finger actually helped Shanfeng suppress that internal force.

"Shanfeng, Shanfeng, now it's really three crazy. Zhijin said with a smile, Recently, after eating three meals a day, Shanfeng will draw circles under the big tree outside the firewood house, and the paintings are all over the ground.

Zhiyuan and Zhiyuan have observed the circle drawn by the mountain peak several times, and originally they wanted to see some clues from the circle drawn by the mountain, but in the end they gave up, because the mountain peak is completely random and unorganized random scribble.

After drawing a long circle around the tree with a branch, the mountain peak stood up, looked at his masterpiece on the ground, and said, "What a big circle." ”

Zhiyuan and Zhijin in the distance looked at the ground painted by the mountain peak and agreed. Then they looked at each other, for they saw that the mountain had just spoken! the mountain that had not spoken for three months had spoken.

Later, in Zhiyuan's diary, people found such a record.

"My brother and I just watched him from a distance that day, as usual, and he was drawing circles under the tree as usual. If there is anything different from usual, it is that he drew a big circle that day, and it is really oversized. And he spoke, and I remember that sentence was a big circle. At that time, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart, looking at the mountain peaks in the distance, I suddenly felt that he was about to leave Shaolin. ”