Nie Baji disappeared from sight, but Zhang Wu was still in shock, this monk was against the sky!

A smile can take away the character who will become a god, who else is his opponent in this world?

No matter how high the boxing skills are, no matter how ruthless the fighting style is, it can't resist the spiritual erosion of others, no matter how hard you do it, a Buddha name can suppress the feng shui magnetic field, change the heavens and the earth, and extinguish the laws of physics, is this still human?

It means that the starry sky is the dojo.

That's all the Buddha was when he was alive!

Zhang Wu, who reacted, broke out in a cold sweat, couldn't lock his spirit, and was frightened.

It's hard to imagine that if the monk wants to accept himself, as long as he laughs again, will he follow along, let go of everything, and be a boy who sits down?

When I turned around, I saw that the street entrance had been blasted to the ground with all the green bricks blown up, and the ground was pitted, like acid rain from the sky, corroding everything.

Prime Minister's Mansion, after listening to the report, Nie ** was furious, eager to slap himself twice.

Nie Baji knew the mad monk, and he also knew that it was a great Zen virtue who had proved the Buddha's fruit, and he was on an equal footing with the Son of Heaven and the monk Tiange, and the world looked forward to him, what a glory it was to be able to give him a disciple?

After some calculations, the death of such an inconsequential character as Liu Qin, although Zhang Wu and Nie Baji turned their faces, but the eighth child was a blessing in disguise, not only did he not become decadent, but he relied on the crazy monk, who else in this world can move him?

The "crunch" door opened, reminding Nie ** that someone had entered the door, but he couldn't sense anyone coming, and he was terrified for a while.

When I turned around, the sweat was raining down, and the prime minister's father must have known about his assassination of the eighth child.

"You're doing a great job!"

"Huh?" Nie ** was dumbfounded.

"Don't take it as an example!" he turned around and left.

The prime minister not only did not criticize him, but said that he did a good job, and Nie ** couldn't understand it.

Since then, he has been trembling, his heart has converged a lot, he has painstakingly studied boxing, respected his brother and loved his brother, and rarely struggled.

And in Cangzhou, Shang Tiange is walking around the small courtyard, observing the way of heaven, penetrating the truth, the spring and autumn changes between breathing, the flowers bloom under the breath, the distance between the steps of yin and yang converges, and occasionally talks to himself, as if communicating with ghosts and gods.

"Okay, good good mad monk, you finally accepted the apprentice, this is interesting, hurry up and train him, so that I can try my hand, this fist has not fought for a long time, it is almost itching to death!"

Nie Baji, who followed the mad monk back to Fazang Temple, suddenly had a stirring spirit, and under telepathy, an inexplicable aura covered him, and he had an ominous premonition.

Among the masters, any thought is not groundless, often a thought rises, ** does not leave ten.

"Don't pay attention to it!" the mad monk felt that Nie Baji's haze was gone, and his mood returned to peace.

And in the Jinluan Palace, the Son of Heaven, who was reviewing the chapters, felt it, and suddenly ordered: "Call the prince in!"

"Father, are you looking for me?" The prince looked like a ten-year-old child, but in fact he was in his forties, and his eyes were very smart, clear and transparent, innocent.

This child has already sensed and acted unpredictable, and without the summons of the Son of Heaven, he is already waiting at the door, and can predict the future.

"How are you practicing boxing?" The Son of Heaven lowered his eyes, like a great bodhisattva who did not look at all sentient beings, because when he raised his head, his eyes were full of sentient beings' suffering.

"It's okay, I only like to meditate on the Tao, and the supernatural powers are just foreign paths, so why bother with useless disputes?"

"This country, only the sword and soldier killing can ensure the peace of the world, only force, can ensure the safety of the family, if you don't want your brothers and sisters to be bullied, you don't want your father to be humiliated, then practice boxing well, the crazy monk of Fazang Temple has been slapped a few times by Shang Tiange, if someone insults you like this, what should you do?"

"Hit him!"

"Very good, this is my child!" The Son of Heaven waved his hand, signaled the prince to retreat, and did not forget to order: "The skills you brought by your reincarnation to see a doctor and predict current affairs are rarely used, and the end will be miserable!"

The prince paused and turned back to listen to the teachings.

"Northerners are popular to sleep on the kang of the soil, the kang to spread mats, these mats are made of rattan, reeds, and cattails, look at the fortune telling, there will be retribution when people die, they themselves do not realize it, they will eat this mat before they die, eat it and do not digest it, but from the inside of the body to the outside of the stabbing out, the whole body is punctured, and then swallow. Although a person with high Taoism can control himself not to eat the mat, he will follow his instinct to tear down the artemisia grass and then prick himself, the first disciple of the mad monk, this is how he died!"

"Father, I understand" The prince bowed, and then left the palace.

Although the two are commensurate with father and son, they do not have the kind of harmony between father and child, and are more like master and apprentice discussing the Tao.

......

After paying a large number of fees to the government to repair the road, Zhang Wu returned home.

Nie Baji smashed the streets, he had to carry the black cauldron, the martial artists had strong destructive power, and often beat a place into a wasteland, and whoever left paid for it, this is an unwritten rule.

After a battle with Nie Baji and seeing the atmosphere of a mad monk, Zhang Wu realized something, he was closer to heaven and earth, his skills were weaker, but his soul became great, and he could have a wonderful premonition of the future, knowing that Nie Jiugong would come to him tomorrow afternoon.

Han Xiaolei came home from school, heard about Liu Qin and Nie Baji, was silent, and heard Zhang Wu say that he was going to recruit the army, and the girl was even more reluctant.

Staring at the lover, smelling his breath, and feeling that as his boxing skills grew, the distance between the two was even worse, Han Xiaolei couldn't take his eyes off and said: "I want to practice martial arts, so that I can get closer to you!"

"Okay!" Zhang Wu smiled slightly, didn't talk nonsense, and began to spread martial arts.

"All boxing techniques in the world have the method of standing on the pile, the entry must stand for three years, a thousand days to be reborn, walking, sitting and lying with the posture of a martial artist, but in the prehistoric Republic of China, Shang Yunxiang they practice not standing on the pile, because the disciple generation is not as good as the generation, so it opened up the method of standing the pile, starting from the most basic. ”

"You and I are together, the physical fitness has been improved, it is easy to do it with a foundation, the real martial arts, teaching specific movements are inferior, because people's thoughts and physical qualities are different, your things are only suitable for you, not necessarily for apprentices, and teaching with words is always missing a trace of charm. ”

"The best martial arts, you have to have a vajra master to empower you, to transmit the heart to the heart, to teach its skills secretly, the way of the heart, the will of God is like the will of heaven, I also saw the mad monk Du Nie Baji, only to realize this method. ”

"Xiaolei, you sit cross-legged on the ground, let go of your body and mind, and teach me everything!" Zhang Wu's eyes lit up and he sat cross-legged in the secret room, while Han Xiaolei sat in the middle of the Taiji diagram, solemn and solemn, with a rhyme.

has been in love with Zhang Wu for several years, Han Xiaolei loves this man beyond measure, and is even willing to give up everything for him.

This love is more important than anything, and she gave everything to Zhang Wu earlier.

Closing her eyes and thinking about him in her heart, Han Xiaolei was fascinated.

I only feel that there are warm palms covering the top of my head, manna and Sumeru, the body and mind are comfortable, men and women are attracted to each other, yin and yang converge, and I fall asleep unconsciously, and I don't know anything.