Chapter 4 third quarter

On the first night in Shaolin, Qisuo was so excited that he could barely fall asleep. He lay on the pile of straw and asked the little monk about everything, but the little monk's answers made Qisuo feel confused. What is it like to learn Shenglong Ba and Fuhu Quan each cost 30 taels of silver, to learn Drunk Arhat to ask for 25 taels of silver, to learn Hanging Crane Kick and Shadowless Kick to learn the price of 23 taels of silver, etc., even if you learn the simplest monkey Punches also cost one or two or eight cents.No matter what you learn, you have to spend money, which is simply nonsense.

"How is it possible? How can there be so many rich people in this world?" Qisuo didn't believe it. "There are many rich and related people in this world. Those who have entered the gate of Shaolin Temple in recent years are either the children of officials in the dynasty, or rich businessmen who helped officials earn money. One is richer than the other. They not only regard Shaolin as a martial art. Learning experience camp, still building relationships inside.” The young monk was sleepy and turned over, “On the mountain, it’s a family of officials and businessmen, but down the mountain, it’s collusion between officials and businessmen. There are a lot of Shaolin authentic, but congratulations to you for being listed. "

Qisuo thought to himself, this little brother probably answered randomly because he was annoyed by me, or he was talking in his sleep.So I stopped bothering and tried to sleep in the straw pile. The next day, when the pheasant crowed, Qisuo woke up.He touched his chest with his hand, and his heart was still pounding. But the little monk beside him was gone. Qisuo was startled, could it be that the senior brother left him alone and ran to do the water-carrying kung fu that has been practiced so hard? It's too treacherous, and it really can't be ignored for a moment.Qisuo rushed out of the firewood room in a panic, only then saw the little monk punching in the blue morning light, Qisuo was relieved and squatted down to watch.

The little monk's punches were extremely slow, and his palms and kicks were as slow as an invisible bucket hanging.The little monk frowned bitterly, as if thinking about some unsolved trick. The whole punching was sloppy, and many moves were repeated again and again, which was so slow to the bone.Qisuo looked bored and yawned. Finally, the little monk patted Qisuo on the shoulder when the fist was "grinded", and the two picked up the empty bucket. "The well is on the mountainside, far away, so do what you can." The little monk said, but he removed the wooden stick tied to the bucket and held it with both hands.

"Carrying water is no problem, but it's already dawn, why don't you see all the brothers practicing martial arts together?" Qi Suo walked side by side with the young monk. Although he knew that carrying water was also part of his practice, he was already eager to try the real martial arts. "The sun hasn't sunned their buttocks yet, how can those bald ones wake up?" the little monk said calmly, his feet walking like flying. "Isn't it?" Qisuo secretly admired the little monk's leg strength, holding two large wooden barrels in each hand alone. These two large wooden barrels are made of solid materials, and they are very heavy even if they are not filled with water. With hand.

"Those people only do boxing at dusk, just like what you saw yesterday, and doze at other times. Even the old monks in the Bodhidharma courtyard wake up so early and eat porridge before going back to sleep. I didn’t get up again until noon, and to put it bluntly, it’s all rubbish.” The young monk drew water for the wooden barrels of the two of them, and then stepped up the steps. "By the way, senior brother, what kind of punch were you punching just now? Why does it look like an old lady embroidering flowers?" Qi Suo didn't shy away from saying. "Didn't I tell you last night that no matter what you learn in Shaolin, you have to pay for it? I don't have half a son, so I can only watch those thieves punching from a distance every evening, and slowly figure it out by myself. How can you get up quickly?" The little monk continued to talk about all kinds of absurd phenomena in Shaolin Temple.

Qisuo was surprised that the little monk's footsteps hardly stagnated, and his tone was not hurried, and he gasped without saying a word. The young monk's back was straight and his shoulders were steady, and the wooden barrel in his hand was leak-proof. Although Qisuo was strong, but in order to keep up with the young monk's speed, he couldn't help walking crookedly, and most of the water splashed out of the shaking wooden barrel , wet Qisuo's trousers. The two carried water into the large stone trough in the kitchen, which was empty. "Let's write under the tree again." The little monk murmured to himself, and led Qisuo to the small courtyard behind the kitchen.

Under the courtyard shaded by a big tree, a middle-aged monk was scratching his head and thinking hard. His head was covered with red scratches, and he didn't know that the two of them were beside him. The monk in the room carved the wooden board on his knee with a small flat knife, and the ground was covered with fine sawdust. "Senior Brother Zi'an, this is a newcomer named Qisuo." The little monk said. As soon as the middle-aged monk heard someone calling him, he quickly put the board on his lap in his arms, stood up and shook hands with Qisuo. "Jun Bao, who is this?" The middle-aged monk seemed a little hunched.

Only then did Qisuo realize that this young monk who studied hard by himself was not called the precious son of the hero Zhang Xuan, but Jun Bao. "His name is Qisuo. From now on, he will carry water for you with me, just do what you want." Jun Bao said. "Master Qisuo, I'm sorry, my name is Zi'an. I've been in charge of the food for several years, but the food is still so-so. Please forgive me. If you are not used to eating, please don't tell me, lest I feel guilty." Zi'an smiled, What a strange guy who doesn't know how to distinguish between "inner words" and "outlet words".

Zian looked at the sky, it seemed that it was still early.Shaking his head, he ran under the tree and continued to carve his plank. Jun Bao left with seven ropes and one bow, and continued to carry water back and forth between the mountainside and the temple kitchen. "What is Senior Brother Zi'an engraving? Are you memorizing martial arts scores silently? Oops, although I can read and write, if Shaolin Temple wants to take a written test, I will definitely die." Qi Suo was troubled. martial arts?The least popular thing in Shaolin Temple is martial arts, and Jun Bao almost laughed out at Qisuo's question.

"He's writing a novel. Although he's lazy, no one cares about him. Zi'an spends his days carving wood, watching floating clouds, and rarely talks to people," Jun Bao said. "Fiction? Do you mean stories? I like listening to stories the most. If I retire as a hero in the future, I will return to our Rujia Village to be a storyteller. I have to talk to brother Zi'an some other day." Qi Suo eyes When it lit up, Jun Bao was slightly surprised. "By the way, Senior Brother Junbao, I haven't given a dharma name according to my seniority. I don't think those masters who are busy sleeping have time to talk to me. Why don't you give me a name." Qisuo said. "What dharma name? If you want to be included in the genealogy of Shaolin Temple, at least it will cost you a hundred taels of silver. Will you give it to me?" Jun Bao laughed. Jun Bao hasn't noticed yet, but he seems to be in a particularly good mood today, because he, who is usually bullied and neglected, has an extra master who is also submissive.This expert not only talks a lot, but also has inexplicable self-esteem. Although the water in the bucket keeps spilling, he still tries to keep up with his footsteps.Little did they know that Senior Brother Jun Bao had been carrying water in Shaolin Temple for six years, and his skills were extremely solid. The two kept carrying water like this. Originally, they only needed to pick water for an hour and a half, but Jun Bao was very curious when Qisuo's unyielding spirit would be exhausted, so the two went to the kitchen at noon to eat steamed buns and vegetables, and then continued to carry on. Carrying water back and forth, the amount has already surpassed Jun Bao's usual handyman. The ignorance of the country people is really terrible, Jun Bao thought to himself. He secretly glanced at Qisuo's trembling calf and gradually bending shoulders. He knew that if this kid couldn't keep up with him, it was definitely not because of giving up on himself, but because of leg cramps and shoulder spasms. Jun Bao's original intention. So Jun Bao finished carrying water without saying a word, and carrying the stinky temple clothes, he took Qisuo to the farther mountain stream and river to do laundry. When the two arrived at the stream, there were already five or six young monks washing clothes. Qisuo thought to himself, Shaolin Temple has a lot of exercise, sweat must be in a mess, dry and wet, and then dry, of course a newcomer should help the senior brothers to do the laundry. "Hero Zhang Xuan's son! Come do the laundry!" A young monk was lying on the rocks in the stream basking in the sun, his feet soaked in the water, and his tone was extremely contemptuous.After speaking, everyone laughed. Jun Bao didn't answer, just squatted down and poured out all the clothes. Qisuo didn't know what kind of person Zhang Xuan was, but he could always hear the sarcasm in everyone's tone. He shared the same firewood shed with Jun Bao, and together they carried water for a long time. "These girly VIP-level temple clothes can be soaked in water and gently rubbed. The other clothes can be practiced to see if they can be wrung out directly." Jun Bao taught Qisuo, but found that Qisuo was not there at all. listen. Qisuo looked at a monk standing by the stream, imitating Jun Bao's strange way of boxing slowly, winking, making everyone laugh again.It seems that Jun Bao is the most despised person in Shaolin Temple. Qisuo glared at the frolicking monks, people say that martial arts should be cultivated first, and this saying can't be seen in these people at all. "His name is Jun Bao, not the son of the hero Zhang Xuan." Qisuo said, and Junbao quickly stuffed Qisuo with some smelly clothes, signaling him not to talk nonsense. All the monks stopped laughing and looked at the young monk lying on the rocks in the stream basking in the sun. The young monk sat up lazily, looking at Qisuo who was doing laundry. Qisuo was looked at very uncomfortable, but he didn't avoid it either. "I heard someone say that a fool with no money entered Shaolin yesterday evening, and he was assigned to the son of the hero Zhang Xuan as a follower. What is his name Qisuo. Qisuo? What a crooked name." The young monk said. With hooked eyes and upturned lips, it looks like a green python. "Speak cleanly. We are all senior brothers. At most, they come first, first served. What's there to make fun of?" Qisuo glared at the young monk, and the atmosphere froze for a while. "What? It's not enough to offend the abbot, and now you want to offend me, Han Lin'er?" The young monk said his real name, stood up, flexed his muscles, and a private fight by the stream seemed inevitable. Han Lin'er is the leader of the monks, although he didn't come in with a lot of money, but relying on his natural commanding temperament and intelligence, he quickly became the boss in the laundry room. People are better than others, and people are contemptible. Han Lin'er is usually fed up with the anger of the children of high officials and dignitaries. When he meets Jun Bao, a character that everyone bullies, he naturally has to say a few words of prestige. Han Lin'er stepped on the stream stone and jumped a few times, came to Qisuo, touched Qisuo's fresh bald head. "You haven't learned martial arts yet, have you? That's good. I'll let you use one arm and one foot. What will happen to you if I use half a set of Vajra Arhat Boxing? You can use the shocking shoulder-carrying boxing and plowing cattle of your countrymen. Palm, see if you can get some of my clothes on." Han Lin'er played with Qisuo's head, touching and knocking, not paying attention to Qisuo. Qisuo felt hot in his heart, but he knew in his heart that he was definitely not Han Liner's opponent. A fight that must be lost is very boring, and afraid of being expelled from the temple, Qisuo couldn't help burning his ears. "Just do the laundry, and it'll be over if you don't answer." Jun Bao persuaded in a low voice. Qisuo struggled to wring the clothes loudly, as if venting hatred. "Not daring to fight back is the right choice. Originally, we were waiting for you to come over. Don't follow the hero Zhang Xuan's precious son. It's strange that he has no future." Han Liner squatted down, looked at Qisuo with a smile, "put his nose If you get kicked off, let you, a tough-tempered countryman join the group, how about it?" Qisuo looked at Han Liner in disbelief. How come it's so easy to meet a mess when you leave Rujia Village? "What's the benefit of bullying?" Qisuo asked, he really didn't understand. "Good question." Although Han Lin'er smiled face-to-face, her heart was filled with anger. The countryman's way of speaking was so ingenious that he couldn't answer for a while. Jun Bao looked at Qisuo.In fact, he didn't mind being kicked a few times, he was used to this kind of thing. Han Liner sneered and stood up. "Then don't fight?" Han Liner asked. "Don't fight." Qi Suo didn't have to think too much. "You can't escape, and you'll have to suffer later when you practice boxing at dusk." Han Lin'er sneered, and stretched out his finger to flick Qisuo's head. Finally, Qisuo was looking forward to the most exciting time, the collective martial arts practice at dusk. Shaolin Kungfu is widely spread, and nine out of ten folk Kungfu gyms bear the authentic Shaolin brand, even if they have never practiced it, they have heard of it. The old storyteller mentioned that Shaolin Kungfu is hard-hitting and fast attacking. The movements are urged by steps, body and hands. Qi is full of masculinity and might, and the successful ones can break stubborn stones with their hands and smash stone tablets with their hands, and they are even invulnerable with golden bell kung fu. Jun Bao did not participate in the collective martial arts training at dusk.In addition to another reason for sadness, it is also because Qisuo had two old hens when he entered the temple, and Junbao was empty-handed when he entered the temple. He could only stand on top of the woodshed, imitate the appearance of everyone practicing martial arts from a distance, and follow suit. More than 500 people lined up in front of the main hall of Shaolin Temple. According to the degree of luxury of the clothes, the monks who worked hard like Qisuo could only stand at the end of the line. Qisuo stood on tiptoe anxiously, for fear that he might not be able to see clearly the demonstration movements above the main hall later. "What are we going to learn today? I wonder if we have enough money?" The two monks standing in front of Qisuo whispered. "We learned Shadowless Kick last month, and now we only have more than 20 taels of silver left. If it is too expensive to teach later, we have to go to the cheap boxing area." A monk sighed. Qisuo couldn't help becoming nervous when he heard this, his palms were all sweaty.He has none. A shiny monk came to the stage, and everyone applauded enthusiastically. "Hello everyone! Today's class is very pleased to invite the number one monk in Shaolin, the senior brother of our temple to come and guide you. The senior brother is the first graduate of the forty-seventh session of the Bodhidharma Academy. The chief lecture of the academy. The senior brother is not only proficient in the remaining five Shaolin stunts, but also created his own Pangu Kaitian Fist, which was certified by the Bodhidharma Academy last month and has been listed among the latest Shaolin 72 stunts One, extraordinary achievement!" The host clenched his fists excitedly. The abbot stood aside with a smile, and there was another burst of applause from the audience. The eldest brother came to the stage and looked at all the monks in the audience. Qisuo recognized him as the monk who scolded him for his dream of entering the temple yesterday. "What I'm going to teach you today, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it, is the Pangu Kaitian Fist created by me!" The elder brother looked conceited, and put his hands behind his back, "I'm not boasting, this fist is super powerful just on the surface. There are 16 kinds of routines, but there are also 108 kinds of unexpected changes. I should have charged everyone 108 taels of silver. If you learn it together with the Tengu Shiyuejiao that I created myself, it only costs seventy-two taels." "Don't hold back any tricks, and be sincere! One week guarantees to teach the meeting! There will be absolutely no full refund!" The host added vigorously, so excited that tears almost flowed out. "After the completion of the study, a certificate of the sixth of the seventy-two special skills will be issued, and the certificate will also have the autograph of the master." There was a burst of agitation in the audience, and all the rich children whispered to each other, nodding their heads in praise. The big fat man who just came in yesterday said loudly: "What kind of price reduction! Jianghu brothers respect me for the golden palanquin god fist Qian Luohan, is it called fake? Cheap boxing masters don't bother to learn! It's only one hundred and eighty taels! No less than two!" "What I'm talking about is that everyone in the world calls me the third elder brother who is the king of boxing, golden feet, and silver. Of course, you get what you pay for learning boxing!" "The old boxing is too old-fashioned, so I don't have the energy to learn it. The latest Shaolin seventy-two stunts must be learned before they become popular. One hundred taels is nothing special." The rest of the wealthy children nodded their heads in agreement, but suffered a lot from the few monks who were in the last row. So in front of the main hall, the rich men who were willing to learn Pangu Kaitian Quan continued to wait, waiting for the big brother to teach the routines in person, while the rest were led by the host to under the big tree in the corner. Qisuo looked enviously at the men practicing boxing in the distance, and then looked around. Han Liner was looking at himself with a sneer in front of him. "You poor bastards need to know your identities, yes, that's what learning martial arts is all about, and it's charged according to the move, let alone our martial arts master Shaolin Temple? It's alright, alright, what do you have enough money to learn?" the host called yawn. "We have collected twenty taels of silver, and I hope that the senior brother will give us a better price with the group price." Han Liner stepped forward respectfully and offered twenty taels of silver. Qisuo was stunned. Twenty taels?make up?I don't even have half a tael of silver, and I don't think I'm in the group of those working monks, not to mention that I was a little unhappy earlier, let alone being included in Han Lin'er's "we". "Remember to gather more next time, twenty-two or thirty people to learn—then teach you the monkey boxing in Eighteen Bronze Men, at least you need it when you go down the mountain, don't say I didn't take care of you." Host The people clapped their hands and summoned a slightly fat and elderly monk. After the host briefly introduced the origin of the fat monk, he took ten taels of silver and left. The Fat Monk is Senior Brother Yuan Gang who guards the Monkey Boxing checkpoint in the Tongren Formation. He has been guarding the checkpoint for many years, and he is proficient in Monkey Boxing.Yuan Gang usually saves money by teaching monkey boxing and taking bribes, hoping that one day he will go down the mountain to buy land and marry his wife. "Although Monkey Boxing is simple, it can't be sloppy at all. You have to learn it every day for a week from today. First of all, you have to remember a formula: he goes first with his strong feet, and climbs quickly when he encounters weak hands. His agility beats his strong heart. He is everywhere Treetops." The fat monk explained casually, demonstrating that his movements were like a fat monkey with dementia, not agile at all. Qisuo didn't want to take advantage of others, touched his nose, and turned to leave desolately. "That Qisuo who plays mahjong! Stop!" Han Liner's voice. Qisuo turned his head and saw Han Liner looking at him triumphantly, motioning for himself to join the battle. "Want to escape? There's no rush." ​​Han Lin'er smiled. Just want to take the opportunity to beat me uprightly, right?Qisuo thought to herself, but don't learn martial arts if you are afraid of being beaten. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she joined the battle and stood on the edge of the crowd watching Yuan Gang demonstrate. Although Yuan Gang's gesticulations were boring, everyone who managed to make up the money was very hardworking.It is most taboo to memorize routines between moves. When practicing routines, everyone asks the formulas and mental methods clearly, so that they can think about how to properly bond and respond to the enemy between moves. Qisuo, who usually likes to fight indiscriminately, quickly memorized the Seventy-two Way Monkey Boxing, and even thought about the formula again and again. In the formula, "He goes first with his strong foot, and climbs quickly when he meets a weak hand." The cross points directly at the core of Monkey Boxing martial arts, indicating that this is a set of boxing that focuses on ingenuity.Emphasize the word "fast". If you encounter an opponent stronger than yourself, you will use your feet to find gaps. Of course, you must be fast. "Agility wins over a strong heart" refers to the fact that monkey boxing is not a boxing method of Benlei momentum. If you have a strong heart, you will be easy to get attached. If you are persistent, you will be stubborn in fighting to win, and lose the meaning of agility and entanglement. "Treetops everywhere" is the method, which supports the essence of boxing between thoughts, which means that even if the body is on the ground, there must be a sense of jumping with both feet stepping on the treetops. If it is indoors, you need to imagine the four walls. Stampede uses power to attack enemies from all directions. If you practice martial arts without formulas and mental methods, you will often lose the structure and purpose of boxing, and because you often have to fight with all kinds of enemies in your imagination when practicing alone, if the rules are messed up, it is easy to misunderstand. If you go astray, it is trivial to practice weak boxing. If this boxing method has special internal strength to deal with it, you only learn the shape of the boxing without learning the skills. In severe cases, you will even go crazy. Remembering Qisuo punched again and again, and punched faster and faster, but he noticed that his roommate Jun Bao was imitating the same thing in the firewood room far away. Slowly, I want Jun Bao to see clearly. All the working monks were practicing fixed routines in the corner, and the blunt ones couldn't comprehend the magical effect of the formulas, they just followed Yuan Gang's posture with sweat profusely. And Han Lin'er was outstanding in aptitude, and soon got into the situation, his feet were like stepping on the treetops and swinging.Seeing that Qisuo seemed to have memorized the routine, he challenged him. "Qisuo, it's just for playing with the air, come here, punch me a few times." Han Liner smiled and approached him step by step. Qisuo hesitated for a moment, everyone looked this way, even Yuan Gang stopped his movements to enjoy the cool, looking forward to a good show. "Don't worry, I'll only fight you with Monkey Fist. What's the matter?" Han Liner walked around Qisuo, thinking about where to start to teach him a lesson. "Then I won't be polite." Qi Suo began with "a deep bow" in the old storyteller's mouth, but was suddenly knocked down by Han Lin'er's kick, and received a hot slap on the face. Qisuo was furious and wanted to jump up, but was grabbed by Han Liner's monkey stole peach, and squatted down in pain. "You can't do it at all! Get up!" Han Lin'er kicked Qisuo's ass. Unexpectedly, Qisuo grabbed Han Liner's foot with a hook, Han Liner was stunned for a moment, Qisuo pulled it, and raised his fist to hit him. Han Lin'er turned over with strength, and the other kick directly swept Qisuo's face. "Is this Monkey Fist too?" Qisuo fell down, nose bleeding profusely. "The moves are dead, don't you even understand the truth?" Han Liner laughed. The two quickly entangled each other, and then kicked each other at the same time. After all, Han Liner has been in Shaolin for more than a year. He has learned the crash course of Wuying Kick, Pokong Kick, Qilin Palm, Vajra Arhat Fist, Ground Lying Fist, and Plum Blossom Finger. There was a difference in the speed of the kicks between people, and Qisuo immediately flew back. "Okay!" Han Liner praised his extraordinary feet. However, Qisuo jumped up as soon as it landed on the ground, and rushed towards him. What kind of money is there in Shaolin Temple?Han Lin'er and other labored temple monks have always been servants of wealthy sons, not only helping with laundry, massage, and flattering, but also sometimes arranging a few empty sedan chairs to take the grandpas on vacation down the mountain. But the minion is used to it and wants to use some minions. The appearance of Qisuo just gives everyone a target to bully and rehabilitate. It would be boring if Qisuo is beaten to the ground all at once. "Interesting." Han Liner laughed, and kicked Qisuo again. Qisuo quickly dodged to the side, went around Han Liner's back and made a false kick, Han Liner did not dodge or dodge, and did not hesitate to slap ten palms in a row, Qisuo shrank his feet and stepped back quickly, without catching it hard at all. Although the two people's martial arts are low, they are competing according to the essence of Monkey Boxing, and the monks nod their heads in agreement. "Flash!" Han Lin'er couldn't touch Qisuo for thirty moves in a row, and felt very depressed. "Could it be that he was beaten standing up?" Although Qisuo lost to Han Liner in foot strength, the countryman was not only ignorant, but also had long-lasting foot strength.You can't kick someone, but you can dodge. Han Liner sneered, seeing that Qisuo was slowly pushed into the depths of the fallen leaves by himself, so he kicked away the accumulated leaves, and the fallen leaves went straight to Qisuo, Han Liner jumped up and used the shin blow in Monkey Fist. Qisuo was kicked unexpectedly, his chest was so painful that it was about to shatter, but he managed to grab Han Liner's foot with all his might. "I just want you to catch it!" Han Lin'er was delighted, and planned to turn around and use the other kick to show the fast kicking technique, kicking Qisuo unconscious in one breath. But Qisuo didn't use the Monkey Fist's counter-catch any more, but hit Han Lin'er's shin hard with an elbow. Han Lin'er screamed, and the kick naturally lost control and kicked crookedly. Qisuo seized the opportunity and slapped Han Liner's face again, but Han Liner arrived first, and poked Qisuo's palm facing the door with his plum blossom finger, and Qisuo screamed in pain. Fortunately, this plum blossom finger is just a product of a crash course, and Han Lin'er is not a good student who practiced martial arts diligently, otherwise Qisuo's palm would definitely be useless. Han Liner was furious, taking advantage of Qisuo's heart and lungs in pain, he beat Qisuo dizzy with a few tricks called Hou Sailei's continuous hand and foot skills. The monks clapped their hands in congratulations, while Han Lin'er felt the sore spot on his left foot where Qisuo's elbow hit him, and stared at Qisuo who was eating shit like a dog. In his heart, he admired this guy a little. He was able to play so hard with him after only the second day, which was considered a bit of talent.As for courage, probably not as many people in the audience combined. "Thank... thank you." Qi Suo said angrily. Han Liner was stunned, this guy was beaten like that by himself, and he still thanked himself? "Shouldn't it have kicked you crazy?" Han Lin'er said, and everyone burst into laughter again. "If you can let me learn boxing together in the future, I don't care how you beat me." Qisuo seemed to be smiling with her shoe print-stained face, "Learning Kung Fu is really fun." Han Liner hummed twice, noncommittal. "Would you like to go down the mountain tonight? Tuo Tuo'er and I will pass the letter down the mountain. Tonight, we will transfer a few sedan chairs to the playhouse at the bottom of the mountain to whore and fuck. You are one of them!" "No, it's a good time for Shaolin's seventy-two stunts to be lost. I have to hurry up and submit my manuscript to see if I can be listed as one of Shaolin's new seventy-two stunts. In the vast history of Shaolin." "So advanced! Where has it progressed? What's the name of the boxing technique?" "I'm still thinking about how to combine it! My set of boxing is a fusion of Yingqu Kung Fu, Pikong Palm and Arhat Boxing. The name is amazing. It's called Killing Dragon and Phoenix Fist. How about it? The name alone is a shocking price, right?" "Yeah, it's good enough! But don't forget to add one thousand taels of silver to the manuscript, or you won't even think about it." "I knew it earlier! How can I feel at ease with a mere one thousand taels? I plan to throw away three thousand taels! What about you? Are you interested?" "I don't even know how to write a big word, what a shitty draft, hahahaha!" In the noisy dining hall, Qisuo, Junbao and other labor monks hurried in and out, clearing up the dishes, stretching the stomachs of the elders, listening to the disgusting copper-smelling lies. Qisuo, who was covered in injuries, was in a state of extreme shock. He never expected that the Shaolin Temple, which has been famous for hundreds of years since the Tang Dynasty, has degenerated to such a degree.Why go downhill to play with women?What is the seventy-two stunts of spending money to contribute?Is this the highest palace of martial arts that I have dreamed of? The abbot and other high-ranking monks sat in the middle of the dining hall, and many officials and eunuchs went to toast one by one, shouting and throwing fists. The senior brother who is currently the number one monk in Shaolin was still standing on the dining table with a smile, and randomly demonstrated how drunk Arhats can fight. It's just ugly. "Disappointed?" Jun Bao squatted down, cleaning up the dirty and sour vomit under the table. "I don't understand. Could it be that the Shaolin legends I heard before are all fake?" Qisuo's head went blank, watching the abbot's beard soaked in the wine glass. A tall and strong apprentice dressed in luxurious clothes walked up to Jun Bao drunkenly. Jun Bao immediately stood up straight, bent his knees secretly to set up the horse stance, and looked helplessly at Qisuo who didn't know where he was. "The son of the hero Zhang Xuan! I want to contribute that... that... Shaolin's new seventy-two stunts! It's called the Seven Seven Forty-Nine Changes Yin Yang Five Elements Collapsing Mountain Palm! If you are lucky, you can let me try it! Be careful later I was beaten until I vomited blood and died!" The drunk man yelled loudly, and everyone looked this way. The drunk stared at Jun Bao, who was standing upright, and suddenly stretched out his fingers and slapped Jun Bao's body. Jun Bao was in pain, but still gritted his teeth and remained silent. In the end, the drunk man slapped his palms indiscriminately, Jun Bao fell back, and with a loud bang, the food on the table was smashed. Qisuo was shocked, and rushed to Jun Bao, only to see Jun Bao blinking at him, indicating that he was fine. "New here! It's funny to hear your name! Tell me!" The drunk lifted Qisuo up into the air. "My name is Qisuo!" Qisuo shouted angrily. "Why isn't it called Hongzhong! Qisuo doesn't have a platform!" The drunk laughed loudly, and the monks around him even bent over laughing. "Hongzhong is my neighbor's girl! It's none of your business!" Qisuo was furious. The drunk man smiled and held Qisuo's neck with one hand, and hit Qisuo's stomach three times in a row with the other. Qisuo fell to the ground in a daze, and then heard the crisp metal impact circling in his ears. Opening his eyes slightly, a small ingot was lying next to his head, obviously it was the trial reward for this punch. "Eldest brother, you have seen it! My yin-yang and five-element collapsing palm with seven sevens and forty-nine changes is very good! Haha! Haha! I will add points at that time! Haha!" The drunk man blew his fist loudly. laugh. The senior brother applauded frantically, obviously also drunk. Qisuo was supported by Jun Bao, and staggered away from the dining hall amidst the laughter of the crowd. After dinner, several palanquins lit with red lanterns went to Shaolin as agreed. Han Lin'er and other working monks respectfully opened the curtain of the sedan chair, laid out the bedding, put away the fruit, and led the young men down the mountain to have fun. Jun Bao and Qisuo sat on top of the firewood room, watching the red sedan chairs leave one by one at the entrance of the temple. Jun Bao said, it doesn't matter if you get drunk when you go down the mountain, and some people even bring prostitutes into the temple to mess around, it's really absurd. "It is said that those who graduated from the previous level went down the mountain, and some people carried women to the senior brother's bed. They said that it is better to be alone than to be happy together, and the senior brother is quite satisfied." Jun Bao stood on the roof. With both feet firmly on the ground, Jun Bao slowly swayed his hands in the night wind, still imitating the monkey boxing posture he learned at dusk. Qisuo buried her head between her legs so that Junbao would not notice that she was crying. For a long time, Qisuo remained silent. The night's wild banquet and lies, completely canceled his joy of learning Monkey Boxing at dusk. Qisuo didn't even know if the monkey boxing he had learned was the real monkey boxing, or an invention of dubious contributions.Could it be that learning martial arts has become a pastime for young masters and men to pass the time?Touching my stomach still hurts. A few lonely insects chirping. Almost everyone who can breathe in Shaolin fell asleep, except for the occasional laughter and laughter in the meditation room, it can be called quiet and peaceful. In the corner of the temple, there is a small firewood room full of broken firewood. The moon is like a silver hook, on the roof of the firewood house, Jun Bao's body is swaying with the wind, his movements no longer have the dignified imitation of the Monkey Fist at the beginning, but become light and soft. But the speed of Jun Bao's punching and kicking was still slow, and there was an indescribable contradiction in Qisuo's eyes. "Jun Bao, Monkey Boxing is fast, you will go crazy if you ignore the formula like this." Qisuo couldn't help but persuade.After dinner, he had already told Jun Bao the formula and the explanation of the application without hesitation. But even though Jun Bao understood it, he still fought wildly, using his own slow motion to re-interpret the Monkey Fist. After a long time, Qisuo realized that he had been dumbfounded. Jun Bao's movements were soft, gradually there was no gap between the moves, and he lost any strength, but he got rid of the traces of the ax and chisel, and his breathing was smooth and smooth. It seems to be a dance that has never been seen before, and you can't take your eyes away after seeing it. It seems weak, like a willow tree swaying. Jun Bao smiled, he felt comfortable all over his body, his muscles were in a state of complete relaxation, whether to say fast or slow, was not so important to a person who was bathing in the moonlight and enjoying self-dancing. "Take your time, it's faster." Jun Bao said philosophically. Qisuo smiled, he didn't want to bother with specious language. But he also knows how to roll up his sleeves. "How about fighting on this roof? Let's see if it's your slow aura or my quick aura that works?" Qisuo put on a monkey fist posture and danced lightly on the roof. "Really?" Jun Bao's eyes burst into surprise. Junbao and Qisuo are equally obsessed with martial arts because they admire their father, but they have never fought against anyone in the six years since they entered Shaolin, or in other words, they can only be beaten and cannot fight back. "Of course, you're so slow, even if you get hit, it won't hurt much!" Qi Suo laughed. Qisuo's natural sense of balance was already good, and he fought with Jun Bao like a monkey on the roof, kicking and punching continuously, so that Jun Bao had almost no chance to fight back. But Jun Bao has been training himself strictly for a long time, and his hands are quite strong. As long as he can block Qisuo's fast attack in time, Qisuo will feel as painful as hitting a stone. After a hundred times, Qisuo realized that Junbao had hardly left the square inch under his feet, but moved his body slowly to face him, but he was sweating profusely from exhaustion. "It's too treacherous!" Qi Suo was getting faster and faster, he didn't believe how long Jun Bao's speedy tactics could last. Jun Bao received several more punches, but his body was already used to being beaten, and Qisuo's attack was almost painless.His eyes seemed to be thinking about something.Gradually, Qisuo's quick and clever agility has turned into simple body movements. Jun Bao found that as long as he didn't attack, and simply stood firm on the ground below his feet, even if he sped up his movements suddenly occasionally, Qisuo's offensive would not be able to penetrate at all. "Qisuo, can you go faster?" Jun Bao asked blankly. Vaguely, he seemed to return to the time when he was dancing alone. Within an inch, he is invincible. "You're so arrogant, it's really annoying." Qisuo thought of a way to be faster, but she was extremely surprised in her heart. No matter how he makes a sudden attack, Junbao with gradually dull eyes can block it without difficulty, and his movements are not complicated at all. Some movements are like chopping wood, chopping horizontally, straightly, and obliquely; Water, swaying, swaying sideways; some are the Monkey Fist that I just taught Jun Bao; when I want to jump over and scuffle, Jun Bao simply turns around to avoid it. Amazing.Qisuo was amazed in her heart, completely forgetting the fatigue on her body. so comfortable.Jun Bao was delighted, that's what fighting is all about. It was late at night, and the figures of the two continued to intertwine. In the silver moonlight.