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In the days of Shaolin Temple, coarse tea and light rice, facing a group of monks, it was unremarkable. However, in order to learn martial arts, Wei Xiaobao can endure these. No pain, no gain!

Since that day, three days have passed, Zhao Qixian read out the holy decree, and under Wei Xiaobao's instructions, he went to the prefect's prison to extract a group of anti-thieves, escorted the lama, and quickly returned to the capital, Shuang'er was arranged by Wei Xiaobao at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, in a small inn, she was very obedient and well-behaved, but when she saw Wei Xiaobao's bald head, her mood was a little low.

Everything was arranged, and Wei Xiaobao began a hard life in the Shaolin Temple.

In the three days, Wei Xiaobao did not act rashly, and did not ask to step into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion soon, because in that case, he would covet the idea of Shaolin martial arts, and it would be too obvious In three days, Wei Xiaobao almost walked all over Shaolin, and at the same time, he found in his spiritual observation that Shaolin really deserves to exist like the martial arts Taishan Beidou.

He found that the foundation of Shaolin Temple is really unfathomable, it is a first-class master, there is not only one, in addition to the abbot master, there are still the first seat of the Prajna Hall, the first seat of the Luohan Hall and so on, and the monks in this temple have a lot of martial arts, and they are very deep.

For example, standing beside Wei Xiaobao at this time, sixty or seventy years old, according to the seniority, but respectfully call Wei Xiaobao the uncle of Chengguan and nephew, although this old monk has some natural nerds, but Wei Xiaobao does not dare to underestimate at all, in his spiritual power observation, this old monk is a first-class master, and, after these few days of exchanges, Wei Xiaobao found that he has dabbled in and studied the martial arts of various sects, and he has learned a lot and has seen a wide range of knowledge, which can be called erudite.

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It's early in the morning, and the bronze bell on the bell tower has struck several times.

The monks of Shaolin got up very early, the monks were chanting the scriptures for morning lessons, and the warrior monks concentrated on the martial arts arena of the Luohan Hall, where a group of monks practiced martial arts! After being woken up by the bell, Wei Xiaobao got up and went out, and he naturally had no interest in the monks who chanted the scriptures, and came to the Luohan Hall to watch the monks practice martial arts.

The old monk Chengguan on the side followed Wei Xiaobao's side, his face was respectful, he was the guide sent by the abbot to Wei Xiaobao here, and he was under close protection. In fact, as Wei Xiaobao expected before, the Tai Chi internal force in his body would not be discovered unless it was activated.

Therefore, in the eyes of the abbot and others, Wei Xiaobao was a person who did not know martial arts! They were not optimistic about Wei Xiaobao. After all, at such an age, he hasn't started to practice martial arts, and there is almost no future in martial arts, so the abbot doesn't have much to guard against Wei Xiaobao.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

This is the first time in a few days that Wei Xiaobao has come to Luohan Hall to observe the Shaolin monks practicing martial arts.

Although I could hear the shouts and cheers of monks when they practiced martial arts every day, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, Wei Xiaobao still couldn't help but be shocked, only to see that off the field, a group of warrior monks roared, one by one, their eyes were resolute, and when they raised their arms and punched, there was a kind of beauty of the sun revealed.

Under the sun, Wei Xiaobao watched intently at the Shaolin monks practicing martial arts, looking at it, he suddenly felt that the heart was surging at the moment, and he couldn't help but be arrogant in the scene, as if something was missing, he couldn't help but move, and said secretly: "If I give that as a gift to the Shaolin Temple, they will definitely be extremely happy, but wait a while, in a few days."

If I learn the martial arts in the Scripture Pavilion, it's better not to leave something behind?"

A thought suddenly popped up in his heart, which made Wei Xiaobao's heart feel comfortable, and he smiled slightly.

"That's natural, who wouldn't dare to be interested in martial arts? For example, for you, nephew, don't you often go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to study martial arts?" Wei Xiaobao didn't hide it when he heard this, and smiled slightly. Immediately, his expression moved, and he asked Chengguan: "Senior nephew, anyway, I have nothing to do today, why don't you give me some pointers, how many levels of martial arts are there?"

And among the various factions in the world, what are the powerful masters, let me know this, at least in the future, walking outside, I heard the name of a powerful person, don't offend!"

When saying this, Wei Xiaobao stared at Cheng and looked closely, in fact, among these two things, what Wei Xiaobao mainly wanted to understand was the specific division of martial arts, the so-called third-rate, second-rate, first-class, and super-first-class words, but ordinary Jianghu people or Wei Xiaobao himself, for the rough comparison of the strength of people who practice martial arts, Wei Xiaobao has always understood that this martial arts has a more detailed division, but he has never had the opportunity to fully understand.

"Yes! Since Uncle Shi has asked, I should know everything about my nephew. When Chengguan heard this, he didn't think much about it, and immediately explained to Wei Xiaobao, and said: "Martial arts is divided into two steps: acquired and congenital, among the two, each step is divided into ten heavens, and the gap between the acquired ones is easy to say, at least sometimes through powerful moves, weapons, or the number of people, it can be made up."

However, after achieving the congenital level, especially the third innate one, above the initial stage, each breakthrough is extremely difficult, and the breakthrough is one, the internal force is twice as much as before, the better the exercise, and even the multiple of the increase in the internal force after the breakthrough will increase to two times or more, and the gap is huge. ”

"Oh, acquired, innate!" Wei Xiaobao remembered, when he was desperate with Hai Dafu, he showed his strength in front of him for the first time, Hai Dafu was shocked and shouted, "How old are you kid, how can you have the power of the ten layers of the day after tomorrow, damn it", at this moment, listening to Chengguan, Wei Xiaobao suddenly asked: "But I heard that people in the martial arts are all divided into second-rate and first-class?"

Chengguan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It is true that as Uncle Shi said, there are third-rate, second-rate, and first-class grades on the rivers and lakes, but this division is very rough and not specific at all.

In fact, the acquired fivefold and below is a third-rate master, and the five-fold above the acquired tenfold until the acquired tenfold is the corresponding second-rate master, and the achievement of the acquired tenfold is the second-rate peak.

And the day after tomorrow, when the person who practices martial arts relies on his own internal strength to open up the two veins of Ren Du, he is promoted to the innate realm, and the congenital has the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage, each period corresponds to the triple heaven, if it reaches the tenth realm, it becomes the innate great perfection, that kind of skill, it is simply terrifying.

However, in the innate realm, the early and middle stages belong to first-class masters, but the strength is different, and once they are promoted to the later stage, they are super first-class masters, and this kind of master is too few and too few. ”

Speaking of this, the old monk Chengguan shook his head, looking very emotional!

"Oh, is that so?" Wei Xiaobao's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this, then he glanced at Chengguan and asked, "Then senior nephew, what is the heaviest of your internal strength?"

"Hey, I'm not afraid of Uncle Shi's jokes, Lao Wei has been stuck in the second congenital weight for more than five years, and I don't know if there will be a chance to break through in my lifetime. Chengguan lowered his head, looking quite ashamed, his martial arts, congenital double, are also among the top few in Shaolin.

"Then nephew, what is your best kung fu?" Wei Xiaobao asked.

Chengguan smiled and said: "The nephew began at the age of eleven, practiced Shaolin Changquan, and finally had excellent luck, worshiped in Enshi Huizhi Zen Master sat down, learned much faster than the same brothers, and later majored in one-finger Zen fingering, and at the age of fifty-three, he had a glimpse of this martial arts. ”

"After forty-two years of practicing one-finger meditation, only to get a glimpse of the door?" Wei Xiaobao said with a stiff face.

At this moment, he was really speechless in his heart, and said secretly: "Is this finger Zen so difficult to practice, if it is Shaolin martial arts, you have to practice for decades at every turn before you can get a glimpse of the way, so what kind of strength do you still practice? Or is it that his qualifications are too poor and his comprehension is too low, so that he can't practice one-finger meditation?"

When Wei Xiaobao slandered in his heart, Chengguan didn't think much about it, but looked at Wei Xiaobao, and said very proudly: "With a glimpse of Zen at the beginning of forty-two years, this sect has been ranked third for more than a thousand years, but now that I am old, if I don't break through in a few years, I'm afraid?"

Speaking of this, Chengguan couldn't help but become depressed again, and said to Wei Xiaobao: "Uncle Shi, I see that you are very interested in the martial arts of this sect, if you want to learn, why don't you go to the Scripture Pavilion to have a look?"

When Wei Xiaobao heard this, he was overjoyed, and immediately nodded and said: "What my nephew said is really reasonable, it's better to do this, you can accompany me to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion now, you have to choose a powerful internal strength method, when the time comes, you can give me a reference or two, let's go, how about it?"

"Yes! Chengguan did not hesitate, and immediately folded his hands.

So, under the guidance of Chengguan, Wei Xiaobao and the two walked straight to the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and met many Shaolin Temple monks on the way. Wei Xiaobao smiled at them in return, nodded, and ignored them and continued to go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Along the way, there was no obstacle, and soon climbed the stairs and entered the Scripture Pavilion.

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In the middle of Shaomu Mountain, on top of a bell and drum attic, the abbot master and the head of the Dharma Hall stood quietly, and the eyes of the two looked at the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but they were paying attention to Wei Xiaobao.

"Abbot, do you want this kid to go to the Scripture Pavilion?"

Master Abbot shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to hide the martial arts classics? This kid is not stupid, if he does that, how can he not see it? Forget it, let him go, although he is still very young, but he has already missed the best age to learn martial arts, no matter how hard he practices, most of them will stop at the ten levels of the day after tomorrow, and it is unlikely that he will break through the innate realm?

Besides, although this son is slippery, his heart is not bad, and he is not a big traitor, if one day he really achieves something in martial arts, it is not a bad thing. As monks, we beware of being open-minded, sometimes we are too persistent and stingy, which is not good. ”

"Yes! The abbot is teaching, Amitabha. The first seat of the Pranya Hall responded.