Early morning.

The wind blows lightly and coolly.

The sky is dawning, the red sun is about to rise, the sound of insects in the grass is gradually rising, and the birds are singing happily in the trees.

Yizhou, West Gate.

"Good people do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west, haha!" Yan Beige laughed loudly, full of energy: "Little Wuzen, good old looks, how can I do it?"

"High!" Monk Wuzen's eyes lit up, and he admired it very much: "It's too high!"

Lingxiu nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Yes, Yan Daxia has already tried to compete with the Wuzen monk, just before parting, in a secluded place outside the city.

One in one.

Wu Zen punched, Yan Beige punched.

To the fist, Yan Beige did not move at all, and Wuzen flew out.

"You're fierce, I'm fiercer than you!" Yan Daxia gestured with his fists and said proudly.

Two-in-one.

No Zen punches, and Yan Beige punches.

Half a move, no Zen only made half a move, and he was hit by a stick.

"You're fast, I'm faster than you!" Yan Daxia gestured with a stick and said proudly.

Triad.

No Zen punches, Yan Beige punches.

In the middle, useless, in and out of the ocean, when the harvest is like a quagmire.

"Just can beat you, soft can control you, good son, do you obey?" Yan Daxia got carried away and was full of energy.

"Dissatisfied!" Wu Chan kicked his buttocks, like a stubborn donkey: "Come again! Fight Wu Chan again!" Regardless of the level of martial arts, the most commendable thing is this spirit of not admitting defeat and not being afraid of power! Yan Daxia rubbed his buttocks at that time, and asked Monk Lingxiu in surprise: "The old man is good, why is this?" Lingxiu smiled: "Lingxiu doesn't know, you should ask Lingshi." Of course, Yan Daxia was not convinced, and secretly hated in his heart: "Lingshi, I remember, hum! Sooner or later, I will beat him all over the ground looking for teeth!"

Of course, this time the competition was proposed by Lingxiu, and Lingxiu wanted Yan Daxia to give him guidance on Wuzen's martial arts, and by the way, to hit the growing self-confidence of the Wuzen monk. Of course, Lingxiu's meaning Yan Beige also understands that Wuchan is still young, and it is not a good thing to give him more hardships. Therefore, after Yan Daxia's buttocks stopped with his feet, he pointed out: "Just can be a long time, and softness can be kept, but it is good to be rigid and soft, just like drinking-"

Anything Yan Daxia can be compared to drinking, this is a real drunkard: "Look!" Yan Daxia took out a wine gourd, tilted his neck and took a sip: "This sip can't be too urgent, otherwise you won't be able to taste the taste of wine, and you will choke......!"

"I don't want you to drink, you want to drink. Lingxiu said helplessly: "Master Yan, your heart, liver, spleen and lungs are damaged, and you will ...... if you dip into wine" Sure enough, before the words were finished, Lord Yan Shi stroked his chest and bent over for a big cough, and finally spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm: "Cough! This is called sacrificing one's life for righteousness, only teaching me this righteous son, even if I drink it, it is worth it!" Wuchan's eyes were full of tears, and he was very moved: "Father-in-law, you are so good to Wuzen!" This voice of father-in-law was very sincere, and Yan Beige cried with joy: "Come on, come on, good son, you can also take a sip!" This practice of martial arts is just like drinking, you have to be free to relax and relax, and you can't drink stupidly......"

This old and young, one is so muddy, one is stupid, one is boasting and pointing indiscriminately, and the other is blindly worshiping and sacred. Lingxiu was very helpless, and regretted it for a while: "Master Yan, what Wuzen has learned is different from yours, you taught him like this, but you mistook him." Yan Beige gave a roll of his eyes and showed disdain: "Cut!"

"Senior Brother Lingshi said that things must be opposed, rigid and soft, so there is no Zen ......" Lingshi, it is a Lingshi! Yan Daxia hated and jealous, and flicked his sleeves in anger: "Lingshi Lingshi, let him teach it! Hmph, Lao Tzu will not teach!" Lingxiu smiled: "Those who can become artists may not be able to be teachers, Yan Shizhu can have a heart, no Zen-" Lingxiu bowed his head and pointed to his eyes: "I haven't thanked Yan Shizhu, thank you your father-in-law." ”

"Thank you Yan Shizhu! Thank you father-in-law!" Wuzen is always very obedient, and thanked him one by one at the moment.

"Hey!" Yan Beige sighed, and the mood for drinking was gone.

Until Lingxiu Wuzen's imminent trip, Yan Beige was still haunted, so after asking, he asked again: "Wuzen you said, compared with your father-in-law and your Lingshi master, whose martial arts are higher?" Yan Daxia's heart was on fire, and he was determined to ask the truth: "Good old man, you say!" Monk Lingxiu did not hesitate, and opened his mouth to come: "I don't know either." Yan Daxia was frustrated for a while, shook his head and sighed: "I knew that it was still a martial art without Zen, the highest!"

"Huh?"

Yes, there is no mistake in hearing Wuzen, what is said is Wuzen. In any case, practicing martial arts to such a point at such an age, Wu Zen is a person who has never come before or since, and Wu Zen is simply a genius, a genius among geniuses, and it can be said that the future is immeasurably bright. The fist is afraid of being less strong, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and it will only take a few more years, neither the father-in-law nor the master will be the opponents of Wuzen, there is no doubt about this.

Of course, the above words were all said by Yan Daxia, Lingxiu was noncommittal, and only laughed.

Yan Daxia was very dissatisfied, and glared at him urgently: "What? You don't admit it? Is what I said wrong?"

"Not bad. Lingxiu said: "Wrong. ”

Again.

Of course, Lingxiu has a saying, about genius: "Wu Zen is not a genius, if you are talking about martial arts, Wu Zen qualifications are mediocre, and you are not as good as Yan Shizhu." Monk Lingxiu didn't talk much, just because the exit was too hurtful, this time not only denied the genius son's talent for martial arts, but also reduced the hero Lao Tzu to a person with mediocre qualifications: "Nonsense, that's impossible!" Of course, Yan Daxia will turn his face, but Lingxiu will always convince him:" You only saw Wu Chan's martial arts, but you didn't see Lingshi's careful teaching to him in the past, you didn't see that when he was a child, Ling Xiu used herbs to strengthen his muscles and bones, Dinghai combed his meridians with internal force, and you didn't see Wu Zen's sweat and blood over the years——"

Wu Chan is not a genius, Wu Chan's martial arts have condensed the hard work of many people, and Wu Chan himself is far more diligent than others. Yan Beige listened quietly, let out a long sigh, and reached out to touch Wuchan's head: "Wuzen, you practice martial arts, have you ever felt bitter?" Wuchan raised his head and replied in a loud voice: "No! Yan Beige smiled bitterly and asked again, "Are you tired?"

"No!

"Will it hurt, will it cry?"

"No, yes, no!"

"Oh, Wuzen, let me ask you, why do you practice martial arts?

"Well, it's good to practice martial arts, but Wu Zen likes it. ”

"What a good Mao! What is so good about practicing martial arts, fighting, killing, killing and living, losing and giving people jokes, winning and hating, it is simply asking for hardship! Wu Zen, we don't practice this martial arts, and you don't want to go back to Nanshan to be a monk, just stay in this Yizhou city and live your little life in peace, okay?"

"Huh?

"Ah what, obedient! My son wants to listen to Lao Tzu, we won't practice this bullshit martial arts!"

"Yes, no, no, righteousness, father-" Seeing that the father of righteousness had a strong voice and no nose and no face, Wuzen was shocked and afraid, wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, only tears swirled in his eyes: "Master, master, woo, woo-" Yes, Wuchan is very aggrieved, Wuchan doesn't know what he has done wrong, and he wants to punish Wuchan for not being able to practice martial arts, even monks can't do it anymore. And if you don't practice martial arts without Zen, without Zen it's even sadder than dead, and you don't know how to live your own peaceful life.

"Master Yan, don't laugh with him. Lingxiu shook his head and sighed: "Wuzen will take it seriously, no matter what you say." Yan Beige sneered and shook his head, and hummed: "Whoever said it was funny, I also took it seriously!" Suddenly smiled again, and said proudly: "What? I just said that Wuzen is a genius, ha! Look at it, isn't it?" Lingxiu looked at Wuchan, shook his head and sighed, but there was a look of approval in his eyes: "Yes, Wuzen practices martial arts only because of love for martial arts, and no one can compare to him in this regard." ”

"Haha, no Zen, no crying, no crying!" Yan Beige was satisfied, and went to pull Wu Zen's head again: "Wu Chan is right, Wu Chan can do whatever he wants, as long as Wu Chan likes it." Wu Chan burst into tears when he heard this, but he was always curious: "Father-in-law, what is a genius?" Yan Beige laughed and shook his head: "A genius is a genius, rare in the world, there is no one in ten thousand, such as Wuzen you, such as Brother Long, such as Murong Gongzi......"

"And Brother Fang Yin!" Wu Chan said firmly, affirmatively, and certainly, loudly!

Yes, when it comes to geniuses, there is no reason why Daoist Fang should not be on the list. Because Daoist Fang is rare in the world, a handsome and majestic immortal first-class image, in the heart of the monk Wuzen. Yes, that's the case, Wuzen has always missed his eldest brother Fang Yin, compared to Yan Daxia, the father of righteousness, the righteous brother Fang Daoshi is the true love of Wuzen monks. As for who Brother Long is talking about, and who is Murong Gongzi, Wuzen doesn't care about it. And thinks that it can't be compared with his big brother Fang Yin at all!

But Master Lingxiu was sighing, as if he was very disappointed.

But the father of righteousness was shouting, as if he was very angry.

Why is that?

Wu Chan doesn't understand, Brother Fang Yin, why do you say this?