Bai Ya followed the little monk Jingru around the mountain road, and passed the Yanwu Square below.

At this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, it was almost noon, and there were still many monks on the square platform who were practicing diligently.

Seeing this, Bai Ya's heart couldn't help but move.

"Jingru, I have been in the mountains for a few days, can I also come here to cultivate?"

"Master Yuanming has already explained to the little monk that as long as this peak belongs, the white donor can go there. If the donor wants to visit other peaks of the temple, please also inform the ancestor of Master Huinan!"

"Master Hui Nan is your senior uncle and ancestor?" Bai Ya's face was strange.

Monk Hui Nan looks like he is only thirty or forty years old, and he has already become an uncle!

However, he didn't ask much, the martial artist was physically strong, and it was normal for him to look like he was thirty or forty years old at the age of seventy or eighty. I didn't see that the Yuanming Zen masters had all rejuvenated, and there was an apprentice in his seventies and eighties in his hundred and fifty years, which was not unusual at all.

After walking for a while, Jingru took the white cliff to a cliff on the back of the mountain.

There is a wooden house built here, and there is a small courtyard in front of the house, where some vegetables are grown. There is a well in the courtyard, and there are buckets, shovels, and poles on the walls.

The layout of the wooden house is only one living room and one room, there is no kitchen utensils, but there are beds, tables, chairs and benches, and the thatched toilet is located at the back of the house, which is a simple squatting toilet in the shape of a wooden shed.

However, having seen the grass house of the Yuanming Zen Master, Bai Ya is already very satisfied with his current residence.

These monks are all true cultivators, and prosperity and wealth are simply a passing thing for them, and the only building on the mountain that looks a little more dignified is the main hall where they do their homework on weekdays.

"The mountain is simple, and please don't mind, three meals a day, the little monk will send them. The little monk smiled and said, "If the donor has a need for meat, the little monk will let people go down the mountain to procure it, but please ask the donor to tell the little monk in advance." ”

"It's okay, it's good to have a vegetarian meal in the temple, it's just ...... Enough rice, press ...... One-third of Master Huinan's!"

Bai Ya remembered the changes in his body, and had the intention to increase the amount of exercise, so he made a request according to the amount of food this morning.

"Hehe, the donor's meal is really small, and he doesn't eat as much as the little monk, why don't you add another meal at night?"

As pure as the little monk's words, Bai Ya's forehead was bruised, and he wanted to give him another violent tremor. It is really a bit difficult to accept the sudden change from the quiet and elegant painting style of the little monk to the innocent and romantic naughty boy image now.

"Four meals are four meals!" Bai Ya thought that he could practice pile skills at night if he had nothing to do, and immediately endured his breath and replied expressionlessly.

"Oh, by the way, the Yanwu Square on the mountainside will be closed before the first shift. If the donor practices martial arts at night, he can only be in front of this cliff, remember to pay attention to safety. Before the little monk left, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said.

"Got it!"

Bai Ya understood as soon as he thought about it, the Yanwu Square was close to the edge of the cliff, and the first shift was already between seven and nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as it gets dark, it is not safe to practice martial arts in the square.

Soon, the little monk Jingru sent lunch as he said, and by the way, he also sent the short knife he stored in Yunlong Temple.

After lunch, Baiya was idle, and went down the mountain to Yanwu Square.

In the afternoon, there were more monks practicing martial arts in the square, including old monks playing cotton boxing with dragon bells, young adults with strong fists, and some lay disciples with hair on the top, as well as five or six-year-old monks and children who "babbled".

Most of these monks and children lay a physical foundation, and the teams were lined up neatly, and their little faces were tense and exercised under the supervision of the seniors who led the team.

Seeing Bai Ya walking into the square, many people peeked at him. It's just that these monks are not good at cheating, and every time they peek, they are like thieves, and Bai Ya will not notice it.

Thinking of the chattering little monk, Bai Ya felt helpless, knowing that these monks probably knew what he had done in Shiyangji and Di Dao City.

Shiyangji didn't do that time, but the matter in Didao City was too big. Outside the city, the corpses of millions of victims are scattered all over the field, and although Lu Yuan, the county guard killed by Baiya, is just an ordinary person, he is the guardian of a county, and it is strange that these monks are not curious about him.

Feeling a lot of eyes falling on him, Bai Ya only felt a thorn in his back, and he was a little uncomfortable.

However, as the Five Broken Tiger Claws Gong opened the fist fight, Bai Ya gradually put away his distracting thoughts, as if only his own body was left between heaven and earth, standing tall and resembling a tiger.

It is also strange to say, Bai Ya has several kinds of martial arts, and the boning knife method has been practiced to the realm of "integration" skills, even the knife washing Lang Wang Peng also praised him for "the knife is like a waterfall", and the word "fast" of the fast, accurate, and ruthless three words has been introduced.

However, in Bai Ya's heart, this Five Broken Tiger Claw Skill taken from the Black Tiger was the smoothest to cultivate, and it felt extremely competent.

"Oh~~"

Cultivation has no years, and when the bell of the evening class in the main hall came, Bai Ya woke up to the sunset, and the dusk was late.

"Master Bai, if you practice diligently, you will succeed!"

Monk Huinan came to his side at some point, and said with a smile, "The martial arts arena is going to be banned, so it's better to follow the poor monks to eat first." ”

"Okay, let's go!" Bai Ya retracted his efforts and kept up with Hui Yan.

The two had a meal, but Hui Nan did not leave, and followed Bai Ya to the cliff where he lived.

Seeing this, Bai Ya's heart moved slightly.

"Master, when will Zen Master Yuanming test my martial arts foundation?"

"When Master Bai first learned martial arts, the master had already seen it on the top of the cliff. It's just that the donor hasn't entered the temple, but the master is not good at guiding you. Hui Nan smiled and said, "However, this does not prevent the poor monk from learning a thing or two with the white benefactor, I don't know if the white benefactor is willing to give advice?"

Bai Ya was overjoyed, in the past, the boy surnamed Bai was forced to practice knives by the lame three, he only had a vague memory, and after the knife technique was integrated into himself, it was equivalent to an instinctive reaction. belongs to his own cultivation, and so far he has washed the knife Lang Wang Peng told him some martial arts knowledge, and no one has ever pointed him out, and now he finally has a good opportunity.

"Please also ask the master for advice!"

Bai Ya respectfully hugged his fists and saluted, and Hui Nan said that he was talking, but in fact he was pointing him out, so he naturally had to be treated as a teacher.

"The donor is more polite!" but Hui Nan refused to accept the salute and gave way sideways.

"Master, be careful!"

Bai Ya didn't mind, pulled away from the stance, made a mistake under his feet, pasted it like a ghost, turned his right hand into a claw, and grabbed it at Hui Nan's chest, and he had already used the footwork of the ghost foot skill and the five broken tiger claw skills at the same time.

Since last night's body has changed, the power of the Five Broken Tiger Claw Skill has also increased greatly, and Bai Ya is now using it, and there is already a trace of sharp claw wind. Before the tiger's claws arrived, Hui Nan already felt a strong wind blowing in his face.

"There is more strength, but not enough punch!"

Although Bai Ya felt that this move had played his best, Hui Yan slowly shook his head, and easily gave way while commenting.

Bai Ya's eyes flashed, his left foot kicked the ground, and his right leg swept the monk's waist like a whip, like a tiger flicking its tail. This is not the ghost foot skill, but the tiger tail whip kung fu in the tiger claw skill.

"The fist shape is acceptable, but the strength should be below the calf, not by the thigh!" Hui Nan easily landed on Bai Ya's leg, causing him to stumble and defuse the offensive.

Bai Ya knew that his martial arts were too far away from the other party, so he was not discouraged, and pounced again. Under this starry sky, the two of them rose and fell and fought together.

After fighting for more than half an hour, Hui Yan saw that Bai Ya was a little exhausted, and finally stopped.

"Thank you, Master!" Bai Ya was a little panting, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, and his heart was excited.

Just now, he used all his strength in every move, and even sometimes he had an idea, and his claw skills were even more strange than usual, but even so, he was still like a child's trick in front of Hui Yan.

In the face of his attack, the great monk did not say that he had fist intent and internal qi, and even his strength was not great, and he often just stretched out his hand and toyed with him to applaud.

After half an hour of fighting, Bai Ya didn't even touch the corners of the monk's clothes, and he didn't use any destructive or penetrating strength. But every time Hui Nan commented on it, it made him feel like an initiation, and he had a deeper understanding of the Five Broken Tiger Claw Gong.

"Hehe, that's the end of today, I don't know if the white donor can get anything?" asked Hui Nanlang with a smile.

"The boy has gained a lot, and it is known that the ghost feet cannot be shared with the tiger's claws. Bai Ya nodded again and again, and said happily, "The tiger's claws are not powerful, if there is no tiger's strength, no matter how strong the claws are, they will only have five more fingers in their hands." ”

Bai Ya suddenly remembered that when he was walking with Wang Peng, Washing Dao Lang once said that his tiger claw skills were a little more murderous and a little less sincere.

At the time, he didn't understand it, but now he understands what it means.

Hui Nan heard this, smiled and nodded.

"The poor monk Guan Bai's tiger claw skill should have some origins. It's just that this is the main momentum, and the original intention of creation is ...... Probably not for fighting. Hui Nan thought about it for a while, and then said slowly.

"Master pious wisdom, this skill was originally called Tiger Capture Gong, from Luoyang White Horse Temple. This is the foreign kung fu created by the monks in the temple to observe the tiger pounced on food, and the original intention of the establishment is only to strengthen the body and lay a good physical foundation for the doorman. Bai Ya replied with a smile.

"It was only later stolen by the father of the Black Tiger that he rebelled against the temple, and he didn't practice it completely, so it became a claw skill. ”

After Bai Ya finished speaking, he thought about it, took out the classic book of the Five Broken Tiger Claws Gong from the mustard seed bag, and handed it to Monk Huinan.

"King Kong Temple and White Horse Temple are both Buddhist gates, and I asked the master to send someone to transfer this thing to White Horse Temple, and the matter is over!"

Hui Nan looked at the black-skinned book in Bai Ya's hand, his eyes flashed, and he thought for a moment, then he reached out and took it, and said with a wry smile: "Lord Bai is really open-minded, and the poor monk will personally send this book to the White Horse Temple!"

"Haha, then thank you master!" Bai Ya laughed loudly, only to feel a light in his heart.

Seeing that it was late at night, the two said goodbye, Hui Nan took the classics and thought about it, turned around and walked towards the grass house of the Yuanming Zen Master.

"Master!" came to the grass house, and Hui Yan saw that Zen Master Yuanming was still copying at the desk, so he stood aside respectfully.

"As far as you can see, what are the skills and qualifications of Baiya Xiaoyou?" Yuan Ming finished copying a paragraph, stopped writing and looked at Hui Nan, smiling.

"The foundation is not worth mentioning, and the foundation is not firm. The nature of the mind can be skipped, and everyone knows it. Qualification...... The comprehension is acceptable, the posture of a middle-aged person, just a bone ......" Hui Nan hesitated for a moment, and suddenly showed an extremely strange expression on his face, "As the master thought, it is really that kind of ...... Odd!"