"Boss, shoot another arrow!

Wuzen clapped his hands and shouted, bent on seeing miracles again. Daoist Fang shook his head again and again, resolutely refusing to do it! The little monk was confused, but he knew it well, and he was going to shoot that little leaf? Just kidding, there is still a little difference between where to hit and where to point, if it doesn't work, you will accept it when you see it! Wuchan begged again and again, and as he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed the corner of Daoist Fang's clothes, and the boss and the boss shouted endlessly! Daoist Fang was so annoyed that he suddenly realized that this scene was familiar, boss, boss,

Boss Fang had a blank face, and said lightly in a deep voice: "Wu Chan, I am the boss, you have to listen to the boss, otherwise the boss won't play with you." Wu Chan let go of his hand, took three steps back, closed his mouth tightly, raised his head and did not move his eyes, indicating that he was an obedient little monk. Boss Fang nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, now you come and shoot that leaf, give!" As he spoke, he handed over the longbow and laughed secretly in his belly! This is called one report and one report, you shoot it for me to see? Little monk, it's time for you to make a fool of yourself! The little monk really refused to shoot, and shook his head again and again: "It's not good, it's not good, you can't shoot without Zen!" Daoist Fang laughed: "Okay, okay, you shoot the white circle on the tree, this is much easier!"

"Good!"

Wuzen stepped forward to take the longbow, stepped forward and raised his eyebrows, his eyes blazing straight ahead, and he looked confident. Seeing this, Daoist Fang couldn't help but feel strange in his heart, and asked, "Wu Chan, you can also shoot arrows?" Wu Chan nodded and said, "I will, I shot here last time." "Last time, when was it? When was it?" Daoist Fang became more and more surprised, and asked again and again. Wu Chan said: "I came here, it was last year, the year before last, the year before last, by the way! Why didn't Wu Chan see the boss last time, yes, yes, yes, the boss is a fairy woman, and it hasn't flown down from the sky at that time, it must be like this!"

Fairy woman.

Every time these four words are mentioned, Daoist Fang's heart will always be inexplicably sad, and his face sank at the moment, and he shouted: "Wu Chan, I am not a fairy, nor a woman, I am not allowed to say this in the future!" Wu Chan was stunned when he heard this, Wu Chan was puzzled, and Wu Chan was surprised inexplicably: "Boss, you are obviously a fairy woman, Wu Chan is not wrong! You see that you are born of a woman, smart and ......."

Not again.

Daoist Fang was helpless, sighed, and said, "That's the case, I'm an immortal or something, it's a secret, and you can't say it casually." Wuchan stopped in horror, stared at him with wide eyes for a long time, leaned over and whispered: "Are you, sneaking out of the sky?" Fang Daoist swallowed his saliva, and replied quietly: "Yes, you have to say one more thing, the old fairy in the sky heard it, and took me back!" Wuchan was stunned in place, only for a moment, his eyes turned red again: "Yes, in that case, Wuzen will never see the boss again! Boss, boss, Wuzen don't say it, Wuzen never say it again!" Wuzen shook his head with tears, promising that he would never say those four words again, Wuzen's heart, never, never, never so sad!

I didn't pay attention, and I cried again.

I didn't say anything! What do you mean by this? Daoist Fang was annoyed and wanted to go crazy, only to feel that no matter what he did or said it was his own fault, no matter what he did, he couldn't stand this monk brother, he must have owed him two hundred taels of silver in his previous life, and this honest little brother was really difficult to serve: "Boss! You are the boss! Don't cry, if you cry again, I will cry!" Daoist Fang frowned sadly and pleaded in a low voice.

Wuchan stopped crying, but saw two tears gushing out of his eyes, silently flowing down his cheeks! Daoist Fang was at a loss for a while, and for a while he spoke softly and persuaded again and again, and then squeezed his eyebrows and coaxed him around, and tried all kinds of comforting methods, but he almost knelt down for him: "Wuzen is obedient, Wuzen is obedient-" Wuchan suddenly burst into tears and laughed, patted Boss Fang's shoulder, nodded and said: "Boss, don't be afraid! Wuzen has a way!" What gods, immortals, demons, demons, and monsters, who dares to bully my boss, Wuzen punches you to the western sky!" Its voice is loud and powerful, sent far away, echoing in the peaks and valleys of the mountains! The insects between the grass and trees no longer chirp, the birds on the branches no longer make trouble, and the endless sound of thousands of cicadas is also silent at the same time, and there seems to be only this one left between heaven and earth, and the little monk of King Kong is angry!

It's dangerous!

Daoist Fang exhaled a long breath, I can't control the fairies and monsters in my heart, it's good that the little monk doesn't cry his nose! Wuchan looked at the sky and nodded heavily, and said with excitement: "Boss, don't worry! With or without Zen, no one can bully you!" Daoist Fang glanced at him, smiled, and said in his mouth: "Okay, okay, you shoot arrows, where did you go?" Wuchan wiped away the tears on his face and said seriously: "Boss, Wuzen is stupid, but Wuzen also has a little ability, you are optimistic-"

After that, he put on his bow and arrow, looked at the bull's-eye, raised his arm and pulled the bow and shouted: "Medium!"

There was a "boom" sound, the bow was in front of him, the arrow was behind the man, and the middle string was gone! The four eyes widened, and the two of them froze together. After a while, Wu Chan cried: "How can this be? It's broken, it's broken!" Daoist Fang was stunned and fell into horror and confusion and couldn't extricate himself, when he suddenly heard the little monk crying again, and he couldn't think about it for a while, so he hurriedly shouted: "Don't cry! Don't cry! Go, go and find Su Lao Dao!"

Su Dao Chang was brushing the pot, and Monk Lingxiu was washing the dishes, and the two were talking and laughing while working, as if they had endless words. Daoist Fang hurriedly ran into the door, raised his hand and shouted: "Boss, boss! This bow is broken, you repair it quickly!" Behind him, the monk Wuzen followed up, bowing his head and not daring to look at people, his face was black and white, and he was already crying. Su Dao Chang smiled and said, "Little Wuchan, is this what you tore off?" Wuchan's face turned red, and he lowered his head and looked around in a panic, as if he was looking for a crack in the ground to get into: "This, this, yes, yes!"

Su Dao Chang laughed, got up and took down a bow on the wall: "One stone bow, how can you bear the power of a tiger and a tiger, no Zen, take these four stone hard bows to shoot!" After saying that, he looked at Fang Yin and sighed softly. Daoist Fang was furious, glared back fiercely at the moment, turned his head and spit, sneered and walked out. Four stones are four stones, what's the big deal? Su Lao Dao looks down on people, although he didn't say it explicitly, but with Boss Fang's smart and clever mind and arrogant surname, how could he not detect a trace of ridicule in his eyes? Daoist Fang was very dissatisfied, but he didn't have a seizure for a while, just because someone had secretly tried it, and the bow was indeed hard, and that person couldn't pull it at all!

Boss Fang can't pull it, what about the little monk?

Wuzen stood with a bow, his eyes staring straight at the bullseye in front of him, and he did not move for a long time.

Daoist Fang waited left and right for a long time, and his heart had turned from anticipation to impatience, and he frowned at the moment and said, "No Zen-"

As soon as the voice came up, he saw the little monk holding his longbow and drawing arrows to shoot: "Ah!"

But when I saw the strings rising like the full moon, my arms were like iron casting, my body was straight and straight like a green pine, and my eyes were like lightning and hidden!

The little monk seems to have changed a person, majestic from head to toe, majestic from the inside out!

The arrow is not sent on the string, time seems to be frozen, and the upright posture of standing with the bow standing upright between the sky and the earth-

"Medium!"

There was a dull sound of "hum", the bowstring of the bow body trembled lightly, and an arrow flew straight to the bull's-eye: "Woo-"

"Grab" sounded in the middle circle, the arrow body was nailed straight to the tree, and the arrow feathers were still shaking!

Streamer Starfall, the prestige is as good as Si, if the river is broken, it can be resisted!

"Hit, hit!" Wuzen clapped his hands and laughed, and jumped and ran over, looking left and right.

Daoist Fang stood in place in despair, and fell into a dream for a while. The little monk didn't brag, he could shoot arrows, and this was the real archery! The same is archery, one shoots as fierce as a tiger, and the other shoots as loose as a sick cat, compared with him, his own arrow is not as good as a three-legged cat! Daoist Fang was heartbroken for a while, Boss Fang felt very faceless, Fang Hunter was envious and jealous, and his heart was sour and knocked over the vinegar jar again: "Little monk, you are really capable!"

The boss praised Wu Chan, but Wu Chan looked very unhappy, frowned and pointed: "It's not good, it's not good! Boss, you see, it's still a crooked shot!" Daoist Fang glanced at it, sighed, and said, "It's already very accurate, Wu Chan, tell me quickly, how did you shoot it?" Wu Chan thought about it and pointed out seriously: "Look, this is a circle, this is an arrow, shoot an arrow into this circle with a bow, that's it." "It's a vain question to ask. Daoist Fang shook his head, no longer talking nonsense at the moment, just looking at the arrow-

The arrow disappeared into the tree, and the arrow shaft looked straight as if it was growing on the tree, which showed the great strength, which was really staggering! Daoist Fang sighed again, stepped forward and grabbed the arrow shaft and pulled it violently, just to take down this embarrassing broken arrow, so as to dispel the gray haze in his heart, and pick up the face of the big brother again! Unfortunately, he couldn't pull it out. The arrow had grown on the tree, and it was as hard to shake as the bowstring of a four-stone bow, and it was very blindless to sprinkle salt on the wound again, and trampled heavily on the face that had fallen to the ground!

Daoist Fang gave up in despair, standing gloomily under the mottled shadows of the trees, his face gloomy and uncertain.

"Boss, I'm coming!" Wu Chan stepped forward and grabbed the arrow shaft, and ripped it off: "Give!" It is not only the big tree that has no eyesight, but also the broken arrow that sprinkles salt on the wound, looking at this speechless monk brother, Boss Fang feels that his heart is dripping blood! Suddenly, the little monk's eyes have been red, and he cried again: "Wu Chan is in trouble again! The arrow is broken, and it is broken!" Daoist Fang was shocked when he saw this, stared at it carefully, and sure enough! The arrows are gone, and the stubble on the bare wooden pole is jagged, and it was torn off for him!

If you want to say that it will be broken, it is not a big deal, but the little monk is as powerful as an ox, and this hand strength is really frightening! I was horrified, but I saw that the little brother of the monk was pitiful and crying so that the snot bubbles also came out, Boss Fang's heart softened, and he stepped forward and touched his bald head and comforted softly: "No Zen, no crying, no crying-" As he spoke, he suddenly emptied his hand, and then looked at the little monk standing sideways, straightened his chest and shouted angrily: "It's you! It must be for you to eat this big tree! There is no Zen yet!" Big tree, spit it out for me! If you don't pay it back after I count it three times, Wuzen will punch you to pieces!"

"Let's go!"

Daoist Fang was speechless.

"One. ”

The big tree was silent.

"II. ”

Muzen got angry.

"Three!"

A punch slammed straight into the tree and landed heavily on the tree: "Bang!"

The little monk stood under the old tree with great vigor, and there was a big fist in the circle! The old tree was tall and big, as thick as a hug, but this punch did not hurt or itch, and stood proudly in front of the little monk like a giant, and only two leaves swayed and flew down. The muffled sound echoed in his mind, it was the sound of flesh and bone intersecting with the bark, it was the sound of hard collision! Daoist Fang couldn't help but gasp, looked at the fist in the circle, and then looked at his own hand, and his heart became more and more frightened for a while!

Wuchan slowly retracted his fists, nodded and said: "That's right, Wuchan doesn't want to hit you, you better return the arrow!" The little monk had a sincere attitude and a kind face, but unfortunately the big tree was still disobedient, and stood there quietly as if he had nothing to do with himself. Wuzen's eyebrows were raised, and he clenched his fists and said loudly: "You are disobedient!

The iron fist fell like a hammer, the sound was like a war drum, and it struck down on the tree, and the sound knocked on the heart of Daoist Fang! He was as if nothing had happened, and the big tree finally began to tremble, and for a while the shadows of the branches swayed and the leaves fell like rain, and the little monk was mighty! Daoist Fang looked at it with horror and his teeth were sour, and what he wanted was to step forward and grab the little brother of the monk who had gone crazy, and ask him which one is hard, fist or tree, and whether it hurts to hit the tree with his fist, but he opened his mouth and said: "Good history!"

The monk of Wuzen was already surnamed, and he exhaled and punched like the wind, and his fist fell into the white circle! For a while, the big tree was all vibrated and struck, and the branches trembled violently, and countless leaves flew all over the sky! The little monk was tireless, the little monk did not know the pain, and the little monk taught the old tree wholeheartedly, and he must spit out the arrows! The cicadas on the tree had already flown away, the birds and finches in the distance screamed to the sky, and even the insects fled from this inexplicable place, leaving only the grinning Fang Boss jumping and screaming and shouting and cheering, accompanying him to go crazy!

The back of the house is lively, and the front of the house is not quiet.

Su Dao Chang listened carefully, and said movingly: "What a hard work! No Zen little monk, really good!" Lingxiu monk sighed lightly and said with a wry smile: "The three bad roots are greedy and hateful, and the little monk has been poisoned deeply." Su Dao Chang laughed, stroked his palms and said, "How is the great monk?" Lingxiu said with a sad face: "The great monk is hopeless. Su Dao Chang shook his head again and again, and said with a smile: "You just said so, but the old Taoist saw that you were in your heart, haha!

"Amitabha-" Monk Lingxiu clasped his palms together, a serious book: "The little monk is fine, and the little Taoist priest is also very good." Su Dao Chang smiled and disagreed: "It's just a bastard boy, arrogant and arrogant, no one in his eyes, and he doesn't know how high the sky is!" Lingxiu scratched his bald head and chuckled: "Even if you say so, the monk is very proud when he sees you in his heart." Su Dao Chang glanced at him and sighed: "Yes, yes, I looked at him at this time, just like I looked at me before." ”

There was a soft click, and the small pointed arrow fell to the ground.

Wu Chan smiled and bent down to pick it up, stretched out his hand and handed it over: "Boss, look, it spit out the arrow!"

Daoist Fang took it, looked at the little monk, and opened his mouth wide for a while.

Look at the big tree again, and the big tree has its mouth open—

Zhang is bigger than himself!;