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If you give it to an ordinary person who wants to accept such a cultivation method, it may not be possible to accept it (except for You Tanzhi).

Zhao Ming didn't cultivate for a while, and he was embarrassed to stay here any longer.

"Made... It's obviously 'yoga'..."

Half a month later......

"Damn, what about Lao Tzu, it's been half a month, why is this yoga useless... Well, the skin becomes whitened delicate and shiny... But this is especially useful for Lao Tzu......"

Zhao Ming has been bored alone in this back mountain for half a month, and every day after doing morning classes, he runs to this back mountain as soon as he has time, they should have practiced in the martial arts training ground, but... Hehe, Zhao Ming's face is not thick enough to practice 'yoga' in front of everyone...

"No, how long will it take to practice like this, there are less than three months before the succession ceremony of the head of the Qingcheng faction, I can't just go like this, right? No, no, no, I have to think of a way......

Moreover, I feel that my energy is getting more and more unable to keep up with the energy required for this practice, and Ma De, the monk eats cabbage and tofu every day, and I don't know how those warrior monks came over. ”

Zhao Ming stopped what he was doing... Well, I struggled to put down my feet that had been lifted above my head. I cleaned up and walked to my dormitory.

At this time, there is no one in the Zen Academy, here is basically smaller than Zhao Ming, and there is still a lot of homework to be done every day, unlike Zhao Ming, when you start to practice martial arts, you can hand these over to other juniors and disciples to do, not only Zhao Ming, as long as you reach the age of martial arts practice in Shaolin, it is like this.

Zhao Ming put down the things in his hand and sat on the edge of the bed thinking about how to solve this matter.

In later generations, there is such a saying: 'Poor literature and rich martial arts', this is not groundless, only rich people can afford to buy better medicinal materials to boil the body, of course, this "Heart and Qi Mixed Yuan Gong" does not say that like those national arts in later generations, you can't practice without medicinal baths and the like, but the speed is definitely not fast.

"Well, I have to get some money, and I have to get some meat to eat, otherwise my body can't keep up with this consumption, where does this sutra come from without nutrition? ”

Zhao Ming frowned.

"Hey, by the way, I remember that there still seem to be people eating meat in this temple, hehe......"

Zhao Ming thought of someone, someone who could help him get meat.

Zhao Ming took advantage of the fact that no one noticed him and sneaked down the back mountain path to the bottom of the mountain alone...... Well, of course, it's not to escape, and besides, it can't escape, and the bottom goes straight to the vegetable garden.

Of course, not only the vegetable garden, but also a fat monk. Others don't know, but Zhao Ming knows it clearly, as long as this fat man appears on the screen in Tianlong Babu, he is eating meat and drinking, although he has only appeared once or twice, and he didn't even leave his name, but the chicken leg still left a deep impression on Zhao Ming.

When he came to the vegetable garden, Zhao Ming didn't see the fat man here, looked around, there seemed to be no one, Zhao Ming suddenly had an urge to secretly go down the mountain now.

But after thinking about it, he finally gave up, Zhao Ming thought about it and knew that this fat monk was not a simple character, he could bring back the ice silkworm from Kunlun Mountain and be so obedient to train, he could be a simple person.

If this fat man was so simple, he would probably run out of monks.

Besides, Zhao Ming will be able to go down the mountain in two months, and he will come down for most of the year, and he doesn't care about staying here for two more months.

Zhao Ming sneaked into the small courtyard, and he didn't see any movement inside after probing his brain for a long time.

"Isn't it there? It can't be, he's looking at the back mountain, shouldn't he leave?"

Zhao Ming thought about it, tiptoed in, pushed open the door and entered the house, but there was not even a mouse in the house.

"It's really not there!" Zhao Ming didn't find the figure of the fat monk, so he didn't have to be so low-voiced, he originally wanted to come to catch the stolen goods, but now no one is still catching a hair.

Zhao Ming looked at the environment in the house, since he couldn't catch the stolen goods on the spot, then find evidence, and then there would be something that threatened him.

Zhao Ming looked at the entire room...... Well, how to describe it, just four words - at a glance.

There is a kang in the room, and there is a futon and a table on the kang. And then there are two chairs.

didn't find any contraband, Zhao Ming was disappointed and wanted to leave, but at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Ming heard the movement, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a drunken fat monk standing outside the door.

The fat monk originally went down the mountain to buy some wine and meat, but on the way back, he couldn't help but drink, but he didn't expect to open the door when he got home and saw a stranger standing in his room.

The fat monk was stunned for a while, and instantly thought of something, and the wine woke up all at once.

"Who are you? How are you in my room?"

Zhao Ming saw the fat monk's aggressive appearance in his clothes, and his heart suddenly felt a little weak, just when Zhao Ming was about to find some reason to escape, his eyes suddenly aimed at the fat monk's hand, the oil paper bag, and a wine gourd.

"Hehe," Zhao Ming couldn't help laughing in his heart.

"Look at how you're going to escape from my Five Finger Mountain. ”

The fat monk was still angry, and he was bullied to the house, although there was nothing in this house, but no one would be happy with anyone.

But gradually, the fat monk felt that something was wrong.

"What's so strange about this person's eyes?" The fat monk looked down along Zhao Ming's eyes, only to see that he was holding an oiled paper bag in his left hand and a wine gourd in his right hand.

The fat monk looked at Zhao Ming's obscene eyes, and after looking at the things in his hand, he instantly gave up the idea of resisting in his heart.

"It seems that next time I go down the mountain, I have to buy a yellow calendar, and I will really be unlucky if I don't look at the yellow calendar when I go out!" the fat monk babbled in his mouth, and no longer cared about Zhao Ming next to him, walked to the kang and put the wine gourd and oil paper package on the table.

......

"Which courtyard are you a monk from?What are you doing here?" The fat monk looked at Zhao Ming when he saw him and didn't speak, he couldn't hold back his words, so he asked first.

"I thought you could hold it all the time, compare patience with the master, you think you are Tang Seng. Zhao Ming saw that the fat monk finally asked, and couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart.

"Hehe, I'm just an ordinary disciple, which, I'm not envious of Uncle Shi's drinking and eating meat, I'm here to see it!"

Zhao Ming was a little hypocritical, as the saying goes, if you don't hit a smiling person, Zhao Ming is ready to salute first and then soldier.

When the fat monk heard Zhao Ming say this, he looked at Zhao Ming strangely: "You want to eat meat when you come to me?"

"Hehe, I haven't eaten meat since I was a kid, so I don't want to taste it. ”

The fat monk rolled his eyes and thought, "If you want this kid to eat, I can justifiably catch him when the time comes, hehe......."

"If you want to eat meat, it's no problem, your uncle lacks everything, but there is no shortage of meat, come and come, you take it, just eat it, it's not enough for your uncle to buy it for you." The fat monk picked up the oiled paper bag on the table with an obscene look and handed it to Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw the fat monk's obscene face.

"Hehe, Uncle Shi, you're welcome, you're Uncle Shi, you eat first, I'm not in a hurry. ”

The fat monk saw that his trick was seen through by Zhao Ming, so he had to stiffen his face and say, "Boy, what do you want?"

"That, Uncle Shi, you think too much, didn't I say it, I'm just greedy. Zhao Ming still smiled, and there was no flaw at all.

"Count you kid ruthless. "The fat monk was really out of temper by Zhao Ming.

Soon the fat monk compromised, and the two discussed obscenely in the hut for a long time, and finally the fat monk had to sign a treaty of loss of power and humiliation under the coercion and temptation of Zhao Ming.

However, Zhao Ming didn't dare to go too far, just asked the fat monk to help him bring some every time he bought wine... Well, and meat.

On the way back, Zhao Ming was happy in his heart, but he kept muttering: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." I'm all doing this for cultivation, I'm a qualified monk, and the Buddha will forgive me. Well, will definitely forgive me......."

As he spoke, he put the chicken leg he had just received from the fat monk into his mouth......