The morning chime surrounds the ears, the bells and drums sound, the bamboo forest is dense, and the fog is four.

Long before the sleepy eyes were hazy, the ancient courtyard had already burst into flames, resounding throughout the world. Early in the morning, at the urging of her master, Fluttershy hurriedly washed her face and followed Lengasan and Elder Tingyu to the Dingzhong Temple, the place where the young disciples of the 'Yunzhu Temple' practiced martial arts. As soon as I walked into the courtyard gate, I heard a burst of shouting, only to see a vacant space on the left side of the courtyard surrounded by dark green bamboo, and there were more than 20 bald little monks standing on the back side of the ground, both old and young, and in front of the horizontal row of seventeen or eighteen lay disciples of the same age as themselves, in front of this group of Buddhist disciples, a pair of teenagers were swinging their fists to compete, respectively, a little monk and a lay disciple, and the little ghosts around kept cheering and shouting.

I saw that the two teenagers who were fighting fiercely in the field were high and low, and their shots were fast and fast. The group of teenagers stared at them intently, not seeing the arrival of the master and the Rangasan people.

Fluttershy watched the young man compete in martial arts, and he was also nervous, imitating other people's gestures one by one, and was full of interest.

He watched the young man who was fighting for martial arts suddenly turn his palm into the wind, and suddenly turned into a hammer and smashed down, his moves were strange, and he couldn't help but straighten his eyes, and asked in a low voice to the Rangasan people, "Master, what kind of kung fu do they practice?" Insect Fluttershy couldn't help but be amazed when she saw that two young men with thin arms and tender legs could perform such a powerful move, with the potential to tear through the wind and break stones.

The lion's mouth of the Lengasan man curled up, and he said with a smile: "[Golden Body Arhat Fist] can also be regarded as the introductory mastery of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect!" Insect Fluttershy couldn't take her eyes off it, and she couldn't move her head or feet, and suddenly heard a long laugh from above her head: "Uncle Red, you're here!" The voice was extremely high-pitched and loud, shaking people's eardrums.

Fluttershy was startled and hurriedly turned her head to look, only to be taken aback to see two old men hanging upside down from the end of the tall green bamboo, both with their feet slightly hooked to the bamboo tail, one with white hair and a blue robe, dressed like a fisherman. The old man opposite him was a thin, blue-robed monk. Underneath them, there were two fine ribbed slabs of several feet square, and on both sheets of paper were lightly drawn an outline in thick ink. It was the white-haired fisherman who shouted loudly, and I saw that he was holding a huge iron pen in his hand, and he was rubbing his teeth together with a smile.

"What a great effort!" Fluttershy stuck out her tongue and thought to herself, "But how can you draw two paintings and hang upside down on the bamboo tops?" But the old man in Tsing Yi didn't know what to do, and the thick green bamboo he hung upside down didn't move at all. Obviously, the two old martial arts paths are different, and hanging upside down bamboo tips at the moment is also competing with each other's martial arts.

The old fisherman smiled slightly, and said to the old fisherman: "Old man Kunshan, you are 'fighting paintings' with Tulan's nephew again! Why don't you have a long memory, and this time you are going to lose to others?" The old fisherman said: "Bah, bah, uncle, you are unlucky to open your mouth! Who said that I was going to lose? A few days ago, didn't I win a game against him? He was so ashamed that when he heard the name of my 'Nine Days' Kunshan Weng, he wanted to jump off the 'hanging waterfall cliff' and avoid it?"

Rangasan smiled and said, "There must be no one else in front of you in that game, so you can win smoothly, yes or no?" Kunshan Weng was dumbfounded: "How do you know?" and suddenly shouted, "Ha, do you mean that this old ghost Turan deliberately lost to me at that time?" Master Tulan, an old man in Tsing Yi opposite Kunshan Weng, said coldly: "I don't know now, but it's too late!"

As soon as they spoke, the group of teenagers saw them. A group of children hurriedly bowed to the Ancestor and shouted in unison, "Meet the Fish Ancestor!" Several lay boys who were about the same age as Fluttershy Fluttershy trotted over and looked at Fluttershy carefully. The teenagers, all neatly dressed, holding each other's hands, bowing their heads and whispering, pointing fingers, and occasionally peeking at Fluttershy. Fluttershy smiles back as she looks at their cute and friendly appearances.

Suddenly, Master Turan, who was hanging upside down on the bamboo tops, sneered: "You are going to lose again, my "Cloud Eagle Falcon Map" is about to be completed. The old man of Kunshan stretched out his hand and pulled his white beard fiercely, and shouted angrily: "How easy is it for the old man to let you succeed lightly!" After saying that, he raised his finger and violently popped out a bamboo leaf, but seeing that the bamboo leaf was originally gently swaying on the emerald green branch, after being forced, it actually spun up quickly, and cut straight towards Master Turan's right wrist.

Master Turan was holding the iron pen in his hand to draw the pen, suddenly felt the wind falling, and suddenly lifted the pen, but he never thought that the leaf actually smashed straight into the ink cartridge, "pop", several drops of thick ink, sticky and thick splashed out, and he was about to spoil a good painting!

"Carving insect skills!" Master Turan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he burst into laughter, and the laughter was loud, shaking the fallen leaves in the bamboo forest. Fluttershy and the teenagers on the side can't help but cover their ears together. The old man in Kunshan said angrily: "Laughing like crying and mourning, there is no grace at all!"

Master Turan couldn't stop laughing, and suddenly his left hand shook, and three bamboo leaves "swished" and shot towards the face of the old man in Kunshan. The old man in Kunshan sneered: "Are you in a hurry?" deliberately showed off his skills, did not take it with his hands, spit out a breath of true anger, and blew the bamboo leaves to wipe his face.

"This is called the old dog lifting the curtain - use his mouth to deal with it!" Master Turan laughed and unfolded the exquisite technique of "flowers and drizzle", and the withered branches and miscellaneous leaves were endless, like a green cloud, enveloping the head and face of the old man in Kunshan. The old man in Kunshan couldn't "deal with it with his mouth" this time, his sleeves waved rapidly, and the broken leaves and stumps flew out in all directions, and he laughed loudly: "Alas, master, you can see, this guy Tulan is poor in donkey skills, where is there still a little bit of the demeanor of a generation of grandmasters, sigh, sigh...... Ouch!"

Before he could say a word, the green bamboo he was hanging upside down suddenly broke from it, and the old man in Kunshan swayed, and the wolf was about to fall to the ground in a fit of wreck! It turned out that Master Turan deliberately laughed loudly, and his left hand sent bamboo leaves in succession, disturbing his mind, but his right hand took advantage of his unpreparedness, and suddenly hit three bamboo leaves, breaking the green bamboo vigorously.

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