"The master is gone?" In the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, seeing the letter handed over by Yu Tianlai, Tianbao and Zhang Junbao both lost their souls.

Zhang Junbao said with a sad face: "Tianbao, the master doesn't want us anymore, what should we do in the future?"

Tianbao gritted his teeth and said, "It's good that he's gone! In the future, no one will force us to practice that boring kung fu, and no one will nag us with annoying tirades." We should be happy and not sad at all!"

He said cruel words on his lips, but his two eyes were one step ahead of Zhang Junbao and left tears.

Seeing his good brother crying, Zhang Junbao couldn't help but feel sad and lost anymore, and cried "wow".

The two of them wept and cried, and in an instant they both burst into tears.

Yu Tianlai on the side did not comfort the two, but just took care of the three pheasants he had just hunted. Today he wants to make the famous flower chicken, three pheasants that have been washed and peeled inside and out, smeared with seasoning, first wrapped several layers of huge leaves, and then wrapped in a layer of adjusted yellow mud, and threw them into the burning fire.

After a long time, the two boys stopped their tears, Tianbao wiped his face indiscriminately, and complained to Yu Tianlai, who was sitting leisurely by the fire and stirring three mud balls with a branch: "Senior brother Tianlai, you are not enough friends." Obviously, when he saw me and Junbao crying so sadly, he didn't even persuade him!"

Yu Tianlai smiled but did not answer, and gently picked it with a branch, and the three mud balls that had been burned as hard as stones flew out of the fire and fell in front of him, and then knocked them with branches respectively. With just the right amount of force, the three mud balls were cracked apart by a split of the middle, and an enticing aroma emanated from them. He looked back at Tianbao and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to persuade you with words, or do you want me to comfort you with this exclusive secret called flower chicken?"

Tianbaoden forgot to be sad, and with a cheer, he reached out and grabbed one of the chickens.

"Tianbao, wait a minute!" Zhang Junbao suddenly stopped him and said seriously, "Now it's time for us to practice, it's better to eat after practicing." ”

"Oh, I almost forgot. Okay, eat it after practicing!" Tianbao was stunned at first, he had always been reluctant to practice, he did not delay at all this time, he got up with Zhang Junbao very neatly, and after taking a few steps to the side, he meticulously practiced the "Yuan Yuan Guidance Method", but he was a little more serious than when Jue Yuan was there.

"The son can be taught!" Yu Tianlai nodded with satisfaction, but he did not mean to share the difficulties with the two, and took a chicken in front of him very unjustly, peeled off the leaves, and tore off a fragrant chicken and sent it into his mouth.

From this day on, Yu Tianlai was responsible for taking care of and supervising the two boys. In fact, although Tianbao and Zhang Junbao are young, they are both extremely intelligent, they take care of themselves in daily life, and they are also self-conscious in their practice, so they don't need him.

It's just that Jueyuan used to tell the two boys about his profound knowledge every day, and let the two choose what they were interested in to learn.

Now this errand is naturally taken over by Yu Tianlai, and since then there has been boundless distress. The reason is not that Tianbao and Zhang Junbao are stupid and stubborn, but that they are too smart and studious.

Yu Tianlai has several generations of accumulation, especially in his first life, he was born in the modern era of information explosion, and the breadth of knowledge in his chest is especially good, but he is not a scholarly genius after all, and he is quite inferior in terms of profundity. He has accumulated a lot of knowledge with a strong memory, but he knows it but does not know why.

However, Tianbao and Zhang Junbao's comprehension is too strong, and many things Yu Tianlai only mentions slightly, so they can think deeper and farther and have more questions. And these questions are often never thought about by Yu Tianlai himself, and naturally there are many that cannot be answered.

Fortunately, Yu Tianlai's brain turned fast enough, and his face was quite thick. Whenever this situation arises, he often pretends to be profound, and in turn asks the two of them to continue to discuss and think, and then share his own opinions.

Tianbao and Zhang Junbao are really smart, and every time they can give an answer that is not perfect but must be very insightful, and then Yu Tianlai will make a comment on this answer, but he can barely bluff the two boys. It's just that I can't be afraid of being scared often, lest I say a wrong word and lose face in front of the two boys.

Time passed day after day, and before I knew it, Yu Tianlai had been practicing in the scripture pavilion of Shaolin Temple for five years.

"Senior brother Tianlai, the younger brother has been practicing the 'Shaolin Eighteen Hands' recently, and I have come to ask the senior brother for advice today. A young monk in his twenties asked respectfully.

Yu Tianlai sat lazily on a bamboo recliner under the eaves of the corridor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his eyes half-open and half-closed in the warm sunlight, and said a little vaguely: "Hmm, are you called 'Hui Zhen'?" 'Shaolin Eighteen Hands'? Let's practice first!"

"Thank you, senior brother!" Hui Zhen couldn't help but be very excited when he saw him respond, and hurriedly took a few steps back, and practiced the "Shaolin Eighteen Hands" all the way in the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Two years ago, Yu Tianlai instructed a Shaolin disciple on a whim to practice martial arts, and as a result, that person's martial arts improved by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, standing out among his peers, and he was selected into the "Luohan Hall" dedicated to cultivating warrior monks in Shaolin.

After this incident, the Shaolin disciples began to quietly spread the legend of a "sweeping monk", and people often sneaked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to ask Yu Tianlai for scriptures. But Yu Tianlai is not a refusal to come, and he will always open his mouth to point out when someone is pleasing to the eye.

As the saying goes, "Rare things are expensive." It is precisely because of Yu Tianlai's attitude that those Shaolin disciples respect him more and more, because Yu Tianlai has never apprenticed to a teacher, nor has he entered the Shaolin disciple class, these Shaolin disciples who come to ask for advice ignore their age and call him "senior brother".

Yu Tianlai was still half-squinting, and he didn't know if he was looking at it seriously. Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, who were drying Buddhist scriptures in a corner of the courtyard, kept peeking their eyes to this side while working, and their eyes did not flash with a strange brilliance.

After a while, Hui Zhen practiced the "Shaolin Eighteen Hands" all the way, and ran back to Yu Tianlai to bow his head and wait for teaching.

Yu Tianlai finally opened his eyes a little, coughed lightly and said: "Your 'Shaolin Eighteen Hands' is also quite proficient, but there are still some problems with the connection between the moves." ”

Hui Zhen asked puzzledly: "Senior Brother Tianlai, this fist method of the junior brother is completely practiced according to the master's teaching, and I dare to say that it is exactly the same as the master's order." ”

Yu Tianlai snorted: "The boxing move is dead, but the person is alive." Is your master's skill level the same, tall, short, fat and thin as yours? Naturally, there is no problem for others to use the same moves, but if you rely on the gourd to draw a scoop on the ground, it is full of loopholes. For example, when you change from 'Fuhu Pose' to 'Arhat Listening to Sutras', you can try to raise your right fist three inches high, but bend your knees two more points, and the power will be very different, and for example, if you change from 'boy worshipping Buddha' to 'tota hand', you only need to ......."

He kept talking, and said more than ten things that could be improved one after another, and then waved his hand and said: "That's all for the time being, you go back to practice and see!"

Hui Zhen worked very this boxing technique, but after listening to Yu Tianlai's verbal instructions, he had clearly appeared in his mind after the change of moves, and immediately affirmed that such a change really has the magic of turning decay into magic, and he was full of joy to thank Yu Tianlai.

When Hui Zhen walked out of the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Tianbao, who was working there, suddenly slammed the Buddhist scripture in his hand and said loudly: "Junbao, my life is so hard!"