Yu Tianlai, who had a shaved head and was wearing a small green cloth monk's robe, held a broom in his hand and swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion rhythmically.

His movements were very slow, and each time he swung the fluttering broom, he was as sluggish as holding a thousand weights. But with each swing of his broom, the fallen leaves within a circle above the ground will automatically gather around the broom, and move forward with the broom he swings. So, despite his slow movements, he quickly swept the entire rather large courtyard.

At the same time that Yu Tianlai performed his duties as a "sweeping monk", two teenagers who were two or three years younger than his current skin also took a tide rag and were working hard to wipe the window lattice of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Among the two teenagers, one is a little novice with a shaved head, although he is only a teenager, his stature is a cut higher than his peers, his shoulders are much thicker, his eyebrows are thick, the tips of his eyebrows are raised upwards like the tip of a knife, a pair of big white and clear eyes are agile and smart, the bridge of his nose is high, and the corners of his mouth are often upturned.

Although the other also wore a monk's robe, he had hair on his head, and his body was only half an inch shorter than his companion, and his skeleton was not small, but he looked a little thinner. His forehead is broad, his ears are charming, and although his face is a little ordinary, not as sharp as the little novice, his eyes are as dark as ink, and his lips are often pursed to show his inner fortitude, and his bearing is not half a point worse than that of his companions.

At this moment, the two little guys were working hard, and from time to time they peeked at Yu Tianlai, who was sweeping the floor below, and then whispered with their eyebrows.

The little novice said, "Junbao, what do you say is the origin of this senior brother? Why did the abbot personally pass down the decree and place him in such an important place as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion when he first arrived, and let him read the Tibetan scriptures in the pavilion at will in his spare time, even those martial arts secrets on the third floor?"

When he said this, there was a sense of envy between his eyebrows, obviously yearning for the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, which had collected countless miraculous arts.

The young man snorted: "I've been with you all day long, how can I know what you don't know? Don't just envy others, the kung fu taught by the master hasn't even started yet!"

Xiao Shami said bitterly: "Are those taught by the master also considered kung fu? We have been practicing for nearly five years, and we have not seen any benefits except that our strength is a little greater than that of ordinary people. Look at people, even sweeping the floor can be so chic, this is the real kung fu!"

The young man smiled and said: "Isn't it enough to be strong and healthy, and not to be sick from all diseases? Didn't the master say that he passed on us the best kung fu of cultivating nature and nourishing life, and after practice, we can prolong our life." He also said that the biggest opponent in this world is not any human being, but ruthless time. As long as we practice this kung fu well, we can live longer than everyone else, so wouldn't the result be the same as defeating everyone with martial arts, and we will be invincible in the world?"

Xiao Shami pouted and said, "You will also believe what the nerd said of the master?" According to this statement, the real invincible person in the world should be the turtle!"

The young man said angrily: "If you dare to slander the master behind your back, I will definitely sue you!"

Xiao Shami hurriedly said: "Junbao, don't do it, the master's ability to nag people is too powerful, I will be annoyed to death by him!"

The two boys laughed and laughed, but they didn't know that every word they said was clearly heard by Yu Tianlai, who was far more sensitive than ordinary people.

On the first day of his arrival at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Yu Tianlai had already met these two children who were in charge of cleaning up and sweeping in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with their master, a serving monk with the Dharma name "Jueyuan". The little novice was an abandoned baby picked up by the monks in the middle of the temple, and he didn't even have a surname, but only had a Dharma name called "Tianbao"; the boy wandered to the foot of Songshan Mountain with a group of refugees five years ago, and was in a coma on the side of the road due to hunger and cold, and was rescued and taken in by the monks in the temple, and his name was "Zhang Junbao".

When he heard the name of this young man, Yu Tianlai was greatly surprised, knowing that Zhang Sanfeng, who later created the Wudang lineage and kept pace with Shaolin, was originally named Zhang Junbao, and he was born in this era. After secret observation later, he was almost sure that this Zhang Junbao was the other Zhang Junbao, after all, although there are many people with the same name and surname, and the same name and surname have the same qualifications and understanding, the possibility that the two are actually one person is very great.

It was determined that this young man was very likely to be the real person of Sanfeng, the originator of Wudang, and Yu Tianlai's feeling in his heart was quite strange. You must know that after the first crossing, he personally killed Bai Mei and Feng Daodao, the two masters of the Wudang Sect, who would have thought that there would be a day when he would get along with their ancestors for many generations.

Yu Tianlai has never figured out one thing, Zhang Junbao is talented, and the little monk of Tianbao is not inferior to him, but he only belongs to the miscellaneous servants in the Shaolin Temple, and he has not been included in the door to teach martial arts. put such a talent but abandoned it, but he didn't believe that there would be no discerning people in the huge Shaolin Temple.

After cleaning the courtyard, Yu Tianlai packed the fallen leaves in a large bamboo basket half a person high, and prepared to carry them out of the temple later.

At this time, Tianbao and Zhang Junbao had also finished the work in their hands, Tianbao saw Yu Tianlai gently lift the bamboo basket full of fallen leaves, and his eyes rolled and he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Tianlai, let's help you!"

Yu Tianlai looked up at the sky first, shook his head and smiled: "Tianbao, at this time, it should be Master Jueyuan leading you and Junbao to do the daily compulsory homework? Do you really want to help me or do you want to take the opportunity to be lazy?"

Tianbao was deflated and muttered: "Practicing the Nalaoshzi Channeling Technique every day, it's tiring and boring, and it's useless, it's really ......"

He was muttering in pieces, when there was a sound of footsteps in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and a middle-aged monk walked out slowly, and said gently: "Tianbao, what are you muttering?"

This monk is the master of Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, Jueyuan, he looks about forty years old, born with a face like a crown of jade, short hair like ink, although he only wears a simple gray cloth monk's robe, but from the inside out reveals an elegant and elegant style of celebrities.

Seeing the master come out, Tianbao shook suddenly, and hurriedly smiled: "The disciple didn't say anything, and was about to ask the master to come out and lead the disciple and Junbao to practice!"

"You can teach, Tianbao, you have been quite diligent lately. Jue Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and after nodding to each other with Yu Tianlai, he said with a smile, "Since this is the case, let's practice the 'Yuan Yuan Guidance Method' together." ”

After that, he did not shy away from Yu Tianlai, who had not yet walked out of the courtyard, and Tianbao, who was standing behind him with rules, and Zhang Junbao practiced a set of slow, more dance-like than martial arts movements.