The big tree stood in place, and the white circles on the tree were also drawn there, but the circles were completely concave, and the gray-black bark collapsed deeply into the body of the tree, just like a big mouth growing out of the tree! The bark fell off and occasionally exposed the white torso, and it seemed like a tooth that had been beaten all over it! A big mouth here and a big mouth there, looking equally stunned, looking terrified: "Boss, boss, boss, boss!"

Who is calling the boss? Is it this little monk who is smirking? Is it this monster-like little monk? Is it this little monk who talks to the big tree and beats the big tree all over the ground to find his teeth, and cries and laughs but makes people cry and laugh? Daoist Fang was silent for a moment, and then said gloomily: "I'm not the boss, you're the boss!" Wu Chan was shocked when he heard this, and said in amazement: "Boss, what are you talking about, Wu Chan doesn't understand!" He patted his bald head: "Yes! It must be said that Wu Chan's punch can't be successful!" After that, he turned around and clenched his fists, took a deep breath, lowered his head and slammed -

I heard a loud bang, and the head of the light hit the tree! Daoist Fang didn't pay attention, only felt a big jump in his chest, and then the sky was spinning in front of him, and his legs were weak and slowly slumped on the ground! Wuchan was shocked, and stepped forward to hold on: "Boss, boss!" Daoist Fang raised his eyes blankly, and muttered: "I, my head is a little dizzy, what are you doing?" Wuchan breathed a sigh of relief, and said hehele: "The fist is not as big as the head, so the strength will be enough!" Daoist Fang looked at him in a daze, and said softly: "Does it hurt?" Wuchan shook his head again and again: " It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, see me do it again!"

"Wait a minute!" Boss Fang hurriedly got up, grabbed the little monk like a calf, and reached out to pinch off a piece of broken bark from his head: "Don't hit the tree, you let me take a closer look, take a look!" Raise your fist and be safe, press your head intact, touch your arms and pinch your legs, soft and stiff hands. It is a flesh-and-blood living person, and it is a little monk who is like a fake!

Daoist Fang looked around, his eyes lit up for a while, and his mouth was full of slurp.

Wuzen lowered his head and let him fiddle, but his face was blushing and he looked quite shy.

"Little monk, what is the name of your hand?" Daoist Fang finally stopped and asked.

Wuchan let out a breath of air, scratched his head and smiled: "King Kong is not bad." ”

Daoist Fang was overjoyed when he heard this, and exclaimed excitedly: "Majestic, spirited, brother, you have to teach me this hand!"

Wuzen did not hesitate, and agreed: "Okay!"

The little monk sat cross-legged, raised his arms above the top, and held the sky with his palms, looking like a man. Seeing that the divine skill was already close at hand, Daoist Fang was overjoyed, and hurriedly sat down and posed in the same posture: "Okay, let's start here! Tell me, how to practice?" Wuzen closed his eyes and practiced the exercises, and said slowly: "Take a long breath, and gather the qi in the dantian...... Wait! Daoist Fang shouted, puzzled: "Where? What is a single field and a double field?" Wuchan opened his eyes and pointed with his hand: "Here, dantian." Daoist Fang nodded again and again, indicating that he understood.

Immediately, the two of them sat opposite each other, closed their eyes and practiced: "Collect yin and induce qi, run for a long week......"

"Wait a minute!" Daoist Fang's face was flushed, and he gasped with his fingers: "Suffocate, suffocate me!" No, my breath is still blocked here, I can't go down!" Wuzen opened his eyes and looked at it, and said strangely: "Why can't it go down, it's very obedient, Wuzen will go wherever it asks it to go." Daoist Fang frowned and said: "That's the case, well, try again, start again......!"

After a while, I only heard the breath of the other side being short of breath and heavy breathing, and Wu Chan raised his eyelids, but saw that the boss frowned, and his complexion changed uncertainly, as if he had lost his breath from practice, and seemed to have gone mad! Wu Chan was shocked, and was about to ask, when the words were not spoken, the person had already jumped up and rushed away like an arrow from the string: "Wait a minute!

The two sat opposite each other, and said that their heads were already westward.

Daoist Fang fastened his trouser belt and looked hesitant: "I said, how long have you practiced this kung fu?" Wuchan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Ten years." Daoist Fang swallowed and stopped talking. Wuchan scratched his head: "Boss, don't you practice?" Boss Fang sighed, his expression complicated. Wu Chan was stunned, and then sighed: "Yes, Wu Chan is stupid, he only practices to the third layer of knife slashing without leaving a trace, my master said......"

"What are you talking about, what, what!" Boss Fang heard and saw it today, and he was still startled under his surprise: "The knife can't cut you?" Wu Chan nodded, and said gloomily: "Yes, it's a pity that there is still one step away from the axe and the axe, if you hit it violently with a sledgehammer, Wu Chan will be a broken tendon!" Fang Daoist looked at him blankly, and said in a trembling voice: "You, have you tried?"

"Yes, I've tried it many times!"

"I can't see it! Show me, which bone is broken?"

"Look, it's all right, it's all right!"

"Where, where, which one are you talking about?"

"Here, here, here, and here, and here, and ......"

"Ahh

"Yes, head! My master said that you can't use too much force on your head, otherwise your brain will be broken!"

"So ruthless! What a flower monk!"

Daoist Fang scolded angrily, looked at the poor little monk, and felt empathy for a while! Unexpectedly, the little monk shook his head again and again: "No, it's not Master Lingxiu, he has never fought Wuzen." "It's not Monk Hua, who is he?" Daoist Fang frowned and asked. Wuchan smiled and said proudly: "It's an old monk, he can't hurt Wuzen, it's more painful than than, more than the master!" "Old monk? There is such a way to hurt? It's okay to beat the little monk all day long? Daoist Fang doesn't understand, Daoist Fang can't understand, Daoist Fang has nothing to say for a while, Daoist Fang secretly decides, no matter what monk beats people, this kind of bullshit magic skill of being beaten and guilty will never be practiced by himself!

I don't practice anymore!

Speaking of the twilight, the mountains are hidden, and the smoke is curling with the fragrance of the evening breeze.

The four of them were eating.

One person is eating, three people are watching. Daoist Fang touched his round belly and burped continuously, and the admiration for this monk brother in his heart could not be expressed in words. The lunch at noon is delicious, the evening meal is even more delicious, the lunch at noon is not enough, and the evening meal is not enough -- but unfortunately I can't eat any more, and I can't eat a single bite! The little monk has a copper head and an iron arm, and the little monk is as powerful as an ox, no wonder, no wonder! Just looking at the amount of food like the sea, just looking at him can eat and drink like this, how bad can his body and bones be?

No Zen is eating. It's still like that, one bite at a time, and it's not hurried or slow. It's just eating with my head down and blushing shyly, bowl after bowl. Su Dao was full of spring breeze, praised the little monk's good meal, and exaggerated the monk's high knowledge, I had never seen him talk so much, and I had never seen him smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Monk Lingxiu didn't speak, sat there with a smile, and looked at the little monk like that, with a little helplessness, a little joy, and a little love in his eyes.

Everyone is looking at the little monk, and everyone treats him as a treasure.

"Nonsense, all of them are sick!" Daoist Fang scolded secretly, moved the bench and sat far away, pouting and sulking! Hmph! What's the big deal? It's just a stupid little monk, and I'm not a little brother here! Although he is a little unwilling, although he is a little jealous, but for this little monk, Boss Fang also likes it very much. The little monk is honest and obedient, his ability is indeed extraordinary, honest children like it, and for those who have ability, Boss Fang has always admired it-

"You, you, and you, are all optimistic! He is my little brother, and the amount of food is as invincible as a cow! Who dares to disagree? Do you come up and try it? Little monk, show him a little hand, haha, majestic! Majestic!" Daoist Fang covered his mouth and smiled, and his heart was happy again: "Little monk, you eat quickly! After we go to the house after eating, let me take a knife and cut you twice!" Wuchan raised his head and held the rice bowl and said, "Okay!"

A bright moon hangs in the middle of the sky, and the front and back of the house are full of clear light.

The moonlight is sprinkled like water, the stars are full of stars, the mountains are empty, and the insects are singing together.

The night breeze blows, the grass and trees are swaying, and the four of them are in pairs, and the body and mind are equally comfortable.

When this beautiful day, Daoist Fang couldn't help but be poetic, and opened his mouth to chant: "There is a moon in the sky, a monk on the ground, there is a tree on the moon, and there is a rabbit under the tree!" Wu Chan clapped his hands and laughed, and Wu Chan applauded again and again! Wu Chan was excited, his eyes lit up, and Wu Zen Xin Dao This boss is really talented! Don't you know that there are many talents in this boss's belly, and when Fang Daoist is proud, he only feels that his thoughts are surging, and his good words and wonderful sentences are full of his chest, and he is like a fish in his throat without vomiting and unhappy: "There is also a tree on the ground, and there is a boss under the tree!" The boss slashed the monk, the monk didn't have anything to do!" Wuzen clapped his hands and laughed, and Wuzen applauded again and again! Wuzen was shy and his face was flushed, and Wuzen Xindao This boss is really too talented!

Didn't a talented person say it in a poem? The time, place, people, and events are clearly explained.

At night, under the tree, the boss, the monk, slash!

The knife leaves no trace!

When they were young, the two sat opposite each other, and they were also shocked for a while, and they both saw great admiration in each other's eyes. For Daoist Fang, seeing the strange thing that human skin is harder than cowhide, his heart is shocked! In addition, Bai Yueli saw the various strange performances of the little monk, how could he not be excited for a while, and how could he not be greatly appreciated for his blue eyes, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it!

As for Wu Chan, the little monk had already regarded the boss in front of him as a first-class immortal, thinking that he had flown down from the sky and was not a mortal in the first place! Wu Chan did not dare to say it, because the boss would not let him say it. Wuzen didn't dare to look more, for fear that those two sharp eyes would pass through his eyes and find what he wanted to say in his heart-

Fairy woman!

The night is deep, and the day is almost over.

The voice is still there, and the words are endless in front of and behind the house.

On this day, I waited for half a day, waited for half a day and waited for two monks.

On this day, Su Dao Chang reunited with his old friend, and Fang Lao had a little brother, and both of them were very happy.

Of course, the two monks were equally happy, the younger monk had an older brother, and the eldest monk saw an old friend.

A harmonious whispering and smiling dialogue, a smile and a smile Yan Yan is full of joy, who sent away the mildness of spring? And who ushered in the warmth of summer! Whether it is the friendship of the general horn or the friendship of Guan Bao, they generally look at each other and laugh, and they are also not against their hearts. We are all good friends, really good friends, even if we meet for the first time, even if we haven't seen each other for many years. We are all good friends, really good friends, even if we know each other and do not meet, even if we never see each other for the rest of our lives! Let's laugh, laugh, not for food, not for drink, not for fame, not for profit, just for the most wonderful between you and me.

This fate.;