Chapter 3 second quarter

At the entrance of Rujia Village, seven or eight benches surround an old storyteller. The old man shook his fan and told the old stories that have been repeated in the past twenty years, from the historical Three Kingdoms to the Tang Dynasty hero and bearded man, from the distant Eastern Zhou Dynasty assassins to the former Yang family generals, the children in the village listened to the story. Have relish.Just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, every day that passed. A skinny old dog sat wagging its tail at the old man's feet, licking the broken foot of the old man. A barefoot boy about sixteen years old was stroking the old dog's neck with sparse yellow hair. While the old man was drinking water and taking a rest to eat melon seeds, he added a few highlights that were not clearly explained in the story, such as how Yang Wulang was in Shaolin Temple. Unofficial history, such as realizing the magic stick technique in the wooden man's alley, and where Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife ended up in the end, made the old man's story even more exciting.

The barefoot boy has liked to listen to stories told by the old man since he was five years old. He knows every link of all the stories and the spirit of loyalty, filial piety and righteousness like the back of his hand, and he is also a good friend of the old man.The boy has a peculiar name: Qisuo. The old man was selected as a scholar at the age of fifteen, and he is also the only scholar in Rujia Village who has been to Lin'an City for a hundred years. He is well-informed and well-respected elder in the village.But reading too many books did not bring official status and wealth to the elderly. More than 60 years ago, the Mongols destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Yi Dynasty became the Yuan Dynasty. They had to tell stories at the entrance of the village, and they were not allowed to teach people to read and write.The current situation is unstable, and the least threat to the Yuan regime is the ignorant village fool.

"You may not be able to write, and books may be burned as firewood, but the chivalrous spirit of loyalty, filial piety, righteousness, and serving the country and the people must be passed down from generation to generation. Cough, there is a saying that the times make heroes, Qisuo, you say Is that right?" The old man looked at the children and smiled with broken teeth. Every time the old man asks Qisuo this question, it means that today's story has come to an end. "No, a real hero can break through in any era and shine brightly. That's what it means to be a scholar who is useless." Qisuo patted the old dog on the back and sang along with the old man.

"Why Qisuo?" The old man shook his fan. He really wanted to take a breath of dry tobacco at this moment, but unfortunately most of the tobacco was confiscated into the capital, so he had to save some smoking. The children rolled their eyes and looked at Qisuo, waiting for an answer that Qisuo would tell every day. "Because the hero is fearless, even if the time is not right, the hero can go against the sky." Qisuo said impassionedly, "When darkness covers the earth, everything is hopeless, and everyone is intimidated to do nothing, Heroes stand ready to lead those who can only be led, tyrannically against history."

"Simply put, a strong sail cannot be blown with a favorable wind, and all good things are caused by courage, not by coincidence." The old man said with a smile, looking at the two broken legs and the seven ropes. When the old man's story was finished, the children dispersed. Only Qisuo and the old dog are left, as well as Yin Hong's sighing sunset. "Master, I will go to Shaolin Temple tomorrow." Qisuo looked at the half-blind old dog with pity. This old dog can be said to be the relative of the old man who has been with him for thirteen years, and he is also lingering in this era.

"At this time of year, I don't think Shaolin Temple will be a good place. Qisuo, you still have parents to take care of you." The old man still disagrees with Qisuo's longing: go to Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts and become a chivalrous man. righteousness. "Master, are the stories you told all false?" Qisuo waved his fists and feet casually in the setting sun, which was the Shaolin Fuhu Fist he imagined. Qisuo has been used to rough farm work since he was a child. Although his appearance is a little thinner, he has a strong body, and he can punch randomly.

"A real hero, how can he be a fake?" the old man sighed. The child grew up listening to his stories, and often told him some absurd legends. The whole village belonged to him and he had the most fate with him, so the old man also secretly taught Qi Suo to learn a few Chinese characters, but he didn't let him. People know how to get into unnecessary trouble.And today this kid finally made up his mind to go to Shaolin Temple to practice art, how can I stop him? "My father and mother are taken care of by my five younger brothers. It's alright. In the future, I will break through the Eighteen Bronze Figures of Shaolin Temple and go down the mountain. When I rob the rich and give to the poor, I will naturally give our village a little more money. I will honor my ancestors." Qi Suo stood on his head with one hand. , said with a grin.

A girl came running angrily and cursed Qisuo who was standing upside down. "Qisuo! I just went to your house and heard from your father that tomorrow you will go to Henan to learn from a master in that fucking Shaolin Temple, is that right or not?" The girl was trembling with anger. "Yes!" Qisuo felt that the girl's words were boring.Isn't this something that has been said and said, mentioned and mentioned a long time ago? The girl is a childhood sweetheart of the same age as Qisuo, named Hongzhong. The two played together since they were young, fighting and fighting all day long, quarreling and making peace, just like every couple in the village who are going to get married in the future. .

Speaking of the names of Qisuo and Hongzhong, we must start with the interests of their mothers.Qisuo's mother and Hongzhong's mother are both poker friends who will stick together after busy farming. Qisuo's mother played mahjong when she was pregnant. If she touched Qisuo, the child's name would be Qisuo, as a commemoration, so she really endured for three rounds, and finally Haidilaoyue touched Qisuo by herself, winning all the eggs of her tablemate in an instant. As for Hongzhong's mother, it was the same. She owed a piece of Hongzhong and she was happy with her family. As a result, after she touched herself, the little girl in her belly was named Hongzhong.

Those two games of cards were not only on the same day, but also played out in the same place and the same wind. It can be said that the two little friends have been close since the beginning of the stomach. There is too much tacit understanding, and the people in the village have long recognized their business. "Why do you have to go! Can't you just stay in the village and raise chickens and farm cows?" Hong Zhong said angrily. "If I have chickens to raise and cows to lead all my life, I would like to stay, but I don't know when the stinky officers and soldiers will come to the village to search again! The man's ambition is everywhere, and the heroes of the world come from Shaolin, so of course they have to go to Shaolin! "Qisuo turned several somersaults, his face turned red.

"Then take me there!" Hong Zhong yelled. "Shaolin Temple has not confiscated female disciples for hundreds of years, and it will not make an exception for you, Hongzhong." Qisuo felt amused. "Then when will you come back?" The blushing face began to turn blue. "When will you break through the Eighteen Bronze Figures and come down from the Wooden Figure Lane? If you are lucky enough to be admitted to the Bodhidharma Academy to learn Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, it will be a few years later. There is no rush for martial arts. , There is a saying: If you can cross the same boat after ten years of cultivation, and sleep together in the same bed after one hundred years of cultivation, do you think you can become a hero if you want to?" Qisuo said one thing in his mouth, but another in his heart. Maybe I am the legendary martial arts prodigy with super understanding and hard-to-see skeleton, who can get a glimpse of Shaolin martial arts in just a few months? Qisuo couldn't help but look pale. There are many such geniuses in the Jianghu legends mentioned by the old man. For example, the one-armed man Zhang Yao who rescued Zhang Shijie alone in the sea of ​​Guangdong in the previous dynasty was like a locust with thousands of arrows. Beggar King Qi Tianguo.Maybe I can list them myself. "Qisuo, you have to think clearly." The old man finally reached into his pocket and took out a roll of shriveled tobacco. "Want, think, get, clear, clear, clear, clear!" Hong Zhong was so angry that his whole body trembled. "Life is not about making plans." Qi Suo patted Hong Zhong on the head. In the past two years, Hong Zhong, who was originally half a head taller than him, had been chased by him, and even lost him by a fist. Simple, then it means nothing." Hongzhong couldn't refute, but was still angry. "Master, when I go down the mountain and make a big event, you will have a new story to tell, and the protagonist in the story is the hero you have trained!" Qisuo said proudly, looking at the sunset. "Qisuo, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and you love to use idioms so much. If you accidentally say the wrong thing, you will die." The old man sighed, and the old yellow dog looked at Qisuo stupidly. "If you want to be a hero, you have to gamble with decent things." Qisuo grinned, smiling comfortably. Xiyang did not respond like the old man, because Qisuo was still a child. A child full of the good and ignorant of the country people with the dream of chivalry in the rivers and lakes. "Qisuo, be careful on the road, don't lose your way." Mother squeezed Qisuo's hand tightly. "Since you have decided to hone your skills, you have to grit your teeth and persevere when you encounter difficulties!" My father carried a hoe. "Qisuo, stop using idioms indiscriminately!" The old storyteller warned. "Got it, it's called misfortune out of the mouth, childish words!" Qi Suo was quite excited. After saying goodbye to the old storyteller, mother and father caught two old hens that could not lay eggs and gave them to Qisuo. Qisuo lay on the ox cart transporting broken grains, planning to hitchhike all the way to the foot of Songshan Mountain in Henan. It was the third year from the Yuan Dynasty to the Zhengzheng period. The Mongols' iron cavalry was invincible in all directions, and it had been more than 60 years since the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed.In this season when cruel officials and corrupt officials are rampant, it is extremely difficult to catch two chickens as a gift for martial arts. Qisuo understands how his parents love him, and is also grateful to his younger brothers and sisters for sharing the heavy burden of farming. Worry about the future is all for the fulfillment of one's own dreams. It sounds selfish to say that, but since ancient times, those who achieve great things don't care about small things, and Qisuo doesn't care so much. As long as he learns high-quality martial arts, even if he is just a little hero, he can give back to the village and let his parents show their faces. As one of the Five Sacred Mountains, Mount Song is composed of two mountains, Taishi in the east and Shaoshi in the west, each with 36 peaks and famous peaks.Shaolin Temple is located under Wuru Peak of Shaoshi Mountain with dense bamboo forest, hence the name "Shaolin".Shaolin Temple was founded in the 19th year of Taihe, Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and became famous for its martial arts around the end of the Sui Dynasty.At that time, the thirteen Shaolin monks were invited by Qin Wang Li Shimin to participate in the battle against Wang Shichong. The thirteen monks captured Wang Renze, Wang Shichong's nephew, alive by virtue of their extraordinary skills, and forced Wang Shichong to surrender.After the victory, the meritorious deeds were rewarded. Shaolin was given a large amount of land, silver, and honors such as "monk soldiers", "wine and meat" and so on. After several trips of ox carts carrying grain and grain, they finally passed the foot of Wuru Peak. Qisuo jumped off with two old hens, and walked barefoot up the thousand steps leading to Shaolin.I heard the old man mentioned that there are one thousand nine hundred and forty-nine floors in this staircase. If you can't walk to the gate of the temple in one go, it means that you are too poor to enter Shaolin, so as not to miss yourself and drag down the Shaolin signboard. Qisuo, a rural kid, had nothing else but a lot of energy, so he simply ran up, observing the traces of stepping stones under his feet.The old man said that Shaolin monks have to carry water up and down the stairs ten times a day, until the shoulders are stable, the foot is compact, and the two buckets of well water are leak-free, then they are eligible to challenge the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation to go down the mountain, so the stone steps are full of monks. The traces of trampling over time. "Strange, I'm the only one running, and I don't see any water-carrying monks?" Qisuo was suspicious, looking ahead and behind.There is only the sky pine forest that surrounds the stairs. Just when Qisuo doubted whether the training method of Shaolin monks mentioned by the master master was true, a crude character testing booth was placed in the middle of the stairs, and a rag with the words "Zi Zi Zhen Jin" was tied to a bamboo pole. . The flagpole swayed weakly with the wind, and the stall was so shabby that it didn't even have a broken chair or table. The literate Qisuo couldn't help but stop. A middle-aged uncle squatted under a big tree next to the stall and ate biscuits. When he saw Qisuo, he smiled and waved. "Little brother, go to Shaolin to learn martial arts?" The uncle looked like a down-and-out scholar, but he couldn't hide the cleverness in his eyes. "Yes." Qisuo looked at the uncle. "Look at you alone, just carrying two chickens. To be honest, I would like to advise you, don't learn any martial arts, and save the chickens as a sacrifice to your own Wu Zang Temple!" The uncle didn't get up, his face was full of sesame seeds. "What do you say? Aren't two chickens enough for tuition?" Qi Suo was curious.I heard that the tuition fee is just an appearance. After all, monks are vegetarians and don’t eat chicken. The chicken is like a gift given to the temple, and then passed on by the temple to the poor tenant farmers down the mountain. "Two chickens, how can those smelly monks pay attention? The fee for my fortune-telling is enough." The uncle laughed while chewing sesame seed cakes. At this time, there was a sound of panting from the bottom of the stairs. In the distance, a group of peasants were carrying a big sedan chair on the stairs. The curtain of the big sedan chair was lifted, and a big fat man was shaking a fan inside. His face was dizzy with heat. The uncle hurriedly put the half-eaten biscuits under the tree, got up and patted the dirt on his body. "Guests come to the door!" The uncle greeted the sedan chair with a smile. Qisuo never set foot ten miles away from home, but went straight to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain relying on the countryman's boldness, but Qisuo knew that there were many subtle and interesting things that could not be known from the old storyteller's story, so he carried two An old hen watched curiously how Uncle Jizi was getting along with the big fat man. "My lord, go to Shaolin to learn martial arts, right?" The uncle put on a smile and bowed to block the sedan chair. "So what? Go away!" the fat man said impatiently. "Look at my son, you have a strong body. You can learn martial arts in Shaolin within three months and you will be able to pass on seventy-two unique skills. It is inevitable to become famous in the world. So the villain dared to ask, do you want to get up early to be auspicious and loud?" What about your Jianghu nickname?" The uncle gave a deep bow. "Auspicious and resounding nickname?" The big fat man felt a little impatient. "That's right, wouldn't it be a pity if the son made a career in the Jianghu, but didn't have a thunderous name to be recited by the powerful people in the Jianghu?" The uncle smiled playfully, with the appearance of a standard quack warlock. The big fat man fanned the wind and dropped a piece of silver casually. The silver was whirling around at the uncle's feet, and Qisuo's eyes were straightened when he saw it. "It makes sense, I'll reward you with a piece of silver, and say it." The fat man picked up the grapes on the plate beside him and ate them. Qisuo's throat was thirsty, and when he saw the grapes from the Western Regions that he had never eaten, he couldn't help swallowing them. Drooled. "May I ask what your son's name is? I need to know my birth date and surname so that I can give him an nickname that matches my name." The uncle bent down to pick up the silver and put it in his arms, standing with a smile on the flagpole with every word on it made of real gold. beside. "Can you hear the name of the uncle? Can't you just look at my face?" The fat man said angrily, and threw a grape on the face of the uncle who tested the characters. The uncle was not angry either, he really looked at the fat man's face. The big fat man was eating grapes by himself, and the four men carrying the sedan chair took the opportunity to catch their breath. "My lord, you are tall and have the potential to subdue dragons and tigers, and you have the dignity of wealth and honor in a sedan chair for four people, and you are not an ordinary person with arrogance..." The uncle's flattering expression has been cultivated to perfection, and he continued, "It's called, Jin The sedan chair god fist, Qian Luohan, is both loud and impressive, what do you think?" The fat man nodded in satisfaction, and dropped a bunch of grapes on the ground. "I can't see that you, a poor fortune teller, can come up with such a rich name. Let's go!" The fat man clapped his hands, and the four sedan chairmen lifted up the heavy sedan chair and walked towards Shaolin Temple yelling. These four men really have good footwork, Qisuo secretly admires them. The fortune-teller picked up the grapes on the ground, smiled and pulled out a bunch of grapes and threw them to Qisuo. "Eat, you're thirsty," said the uncle. Qisuo was not too polite, and even gobbled down the grapes, thinking that the grapes were really delicious, and he would become a hero traveling around the world in the future, so he could visit the Western Regions which are rich in grapes. Qisuo was leaving after eating the grapes, and the fortune-teller was lying under the tree to enjoy the shade, it seemed that he was about to take a nap. "Uncle, if you grow a beard, you will be more resourceful, and you will add a fan to decorate the facade, a feather fan scarf!" Qisuo looked at the uncle, turned around and was about to go up the stairs. "It makes sense." The fortune-teller looked at the old hen in Qisuo's hand, and said kindly, "Since you gave me advice for free, I might as well give you a nice quack nickname, which is..." "No, the name you just named is ugly and I don't like it." Qisuo laughed loudly. "Isn't it okay to hear the name of the cashier?" The uncle stretched his waist and put the bamboo hat on his head. "Thank you, but it still doesn't work. A real hero doesn't need the nickname of Larry at all." Qisuo said seriously, while carrying two chickens and stepping up the stone steps. The uncle was startled, watching the child's figure walking further and further away through the gap of the bamboo hat. He couldn't help sighing, he really wanted to talk about the deeply depraved situation of Shaolin Temple, so as to prevent the young man from wasting two old hens for nothing, but he also wanted to see the simple personality of the young man, how to be clear in this chaotic world The turbid current will still be swallowed by this troubled world. "Boy, I forgot to ask, what's your name!" the uncle shouted under the tree. "My surname is Ru, the one with the nipple is named Qisuo, the Qisuo in mahjong! How about you, uncle?" Qisuo didn't look back, and the two hens were thrown violently by his swaying figure. "Liu! Liu Ji!" The uncle stroked his chin, thinking about Qisuo's suggestion to grow a beard. The uncle looked at Qisuo's back, counting with his fingers.It has been three years and seven months since I abandoned my official position and left my hometown of Qingtian to roam around, and this is the first time I hear unexpected words from people. But no matter how much his fingers counted, they would not be able to count. When the two met again many years later, they were already standing on a huge crack in history. "Hero Zhang Xuan's son! A new student is coming! Hurry up and send clean clothes and boots!" The sedan chair stopped at the entrance of Shaolin Temple, and the four bearers fell to the ground panting and exhausted. One of them suffered from cramp in his calf halfway, and it was only with the help of kind Qisuo that he successfully carried the sedan chair to Shaolin. Qisuo was extremely excited. The long-dreamed hero gathering place, Shaolin Temple, stood in front of him. It was only five somersaults away to enter the temple, and he was sweating proudly. However, to Qisuo's surprise, the temple gate of Shaolin is not the mottled wooden gate mentioned by the old storyteller, but a bronze gate painted with gold paint and shining brightly. The majestic stone lion. Qisuo felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the reason. The fat man got out of the sedan chair slowly, and several monks lined up on both sides with wide smiles. A young monk hurried out of the temple with a clean monk's temple uniform in his arms, and handed the temple uniform to the fat man respectfully. "The clothes are too shabby, how can they match Qian Luohan, my golden sedan chair god fist?" The big fat man frowned, and threw the coarse cloth monastery clothes on the young monk, who folded the clothes expressionlessly and stepped aside . The fat man sneered, took out a letter from his sleeve, and handed it to the monk who was waiting by the side. When the monk saw the signature on the envelope, he was shocked and went straight into the temple. Qisuo was still standing beside the two fainted hens in a daze, not knowing how to speak. When entering the temple to practice martial arts, an old monk with a rosy face came quickly from the inner courtyard of Shaolin with a letter and elegant clothes. In front of the big fat man. "It turned out to be a distinguished guest recommended by King Ruyang himself. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm the current abbot of Shaolin. Don't be angry with the dharma name. Just call me abbot. I hope that the distinguished guest can spend a happy time learning martial arts in the small temple." The abbot had a kind face, and presented luxurious Xiwu Temple gowns with both hands. The fat man touched the monastery gown brought by the abbot himself, and felt that it was the silk dress he was used to wearing, so he nodded in satisfaction.After clapping their hands, the four people who had carried the sedan chair carried the sedan chair again and went down the mountain along the same road. "Guests, please come in." The abbot smiled and cupped his hands, making way for him. Qisuo secretly praised in his heart, the attitude of a generation of Shaolin masters is so courteous, it is true that martial arts can achieve two things in one practice, strengthening the body and strengthening the heart. The big fat man walked into the temple under the embrace of all the monks, and the two stout monks were about to close the gate. Only then did Qisuo realize that he was regarded as one of the sedan chair bearers who accompanied the big fat man up the mountain, so he was completely left out in the cold Yes, hurry up and yell to stop everyone. "Hey! Abbot Buan! I'm also a freshman in Shaolin Temple!" Qisuo even dropped the fainted old hen and reached out to catch the hands of the monk who closed the door. The monk's complexion changed slightly, and Qisuo felt a tingling pain in his wrist. It turned out that it was the monk who buckled Qisuo's left wrist and dislocated it.Qisuo wept in pain and rolled out of the temple gate. "Little rascal, I can see from your poor appearance that you have neither money nor a letter of recommendation, yet you dare to call the abbot by his name!" A monk guarding the gate said coldly. "If you offend the abbot, you still dare to stay here, and I will drag you into the temple later as a target for men to practice martial arts! Get out!" Another monk guarding the gate cursed. Qisuo held back the pain and looked at the abbot who was slowly turning around, his knees fell to the ground. "Abbot, disciple Qisuo wants to go to the Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts, so I beg the abbot to agree." Qisuo knelt down and kowtowed, her left hand was so painful that she was shaking all over, and beads of sweat kept rolling from her forehead. "Just two old hens?" The abbot's voice was cold. The kind and kind old monk just now seemed to be a hallucination, and now the one who was looking at Qisuo was actually a bald old man with snobbish eyes. "Yes." Qisuo was extremely disturbed. "What are you doing in Shaolin?" The abbot stroked his gray beard. The monks stopped, and the fat man put his hands on his hips impatiently. "Learn a good martial arts, travel in the rivers and lakes to be a chivalrous man, as the saying goes, he is a great man for the country and the people." Qisuo said loudly about his dream with his forehead on the stone floor. All the monks suddenly burst into wild laughter, and even the abbot bowed down. Qisuo raised her head in a daze, her forehead and bridge of nose were covered with dust, and she didn't know what she said wrong, which made everyone laugh. "Now my country is prosperous and the people are peaceful, how can I need you to do such nonsense and chivalry! Make trouble for no reason, don't insult my Shaolin's world-renowned name!" A burly monk with eagle eyes angrily reprimanded.The big fat man kept nodding. Qisuo was stunned, what and what. The high-handed rule of the Mongols after they entered the Central Plains made the common people complain about the class distinctions of Mongols, Semu people, Han people, and southerners, enclosing fields for herding, not repairing floods, ransacking their homes and exterminating their clans, and taking civilians into the army for the Long March. In all directions, even the small Rujia Village was forcibly confiscated with hundreds of cattle and sheep for the expeditionary army to eat. The old Wang next door was tied to the mouth of the well by officers and soldiers and flogged to death because he could not pay heavy taxes. This kind of world has nothing to do with Guotai Minan above. "You want to come in no matter what?" the abbot said, digging his ears, as if he was tired of laughing. "No matter what!" Qisuo said firmly. The broken wrist just now, the sneering laughter, the messy political language, etc. must be a trial!Test whether your determination to seek martial arts is firm, if you want to deceive me, it is still very early!Qi Suo thought. "Even if you are a live target for men in the martial arts training camp to practice boxing, you still have to come in?" The abbot stretched out his hand and flicked the earwax he just dug out to Qisuo, Qisuo felt a slight pain on his face. "No hesitation!" Qisuo was secretly excited. The martial arts shown by the abbot's earwax must be the flower finger in Shaolin's 72 stunts, or the one-finger Zen of a higher level.The abbot must have a knife-mouthed tofu heart, so mention me! The abbot glanced at the little monk who had just come out with coarse clothes.The young monk was about the same age as Qi Suo, with a handsome face, but he kept his head lower than his shoulders, as if he was deliberately not being noticed by others. "Hero Zhang Xuan's precious son, hurry up and bring your new companion and his two old hens in, and introduce what he should do and what he should suffer, so don't scare him away." The abbot turned around. Seven surprises intersect. When the monks left, the young monk pulled up Qisuo expressionlessly, connected Qisuo's detached wrist neatly, picked up the two old hens and left. "Hello, my name is Qisuo, the same as Qisuo in mahjong. I just heard everyone calling you the precious son of the hero Zhang Xuan. I don't know how to call you, brother?" behind. The little monk didn't answer, and led Qisuo to avoid the huge Shaolin Temple. Qisuo watched from a distance hundreds of monks practicing boxing under the sun, and the sound of shouting and shouting resounded through the sky, and his heart was full of joy. The two walked through the narrow and dark temple road and came to the pitch-black dilapidated firewood house. There are rusty axes and hatchets hanging in the firewood room, and there are countless messy wooden blocks and musty straw piles on the ground. "Qisuo, this is where you will live in the future, and also where I will live." The little monk seemed to be relieved, and then he managed to show a little expression. "Newcomers always have to suffer a bit, I understand." Qisuo didn't mind, and changed into the coarse cloth clothes that the young monk hadn't given away just now, rolled up his sleeves, and was overjoyed. The little monk looked at Qisuo, thinking about something seriously. "Brother, it's okay if you have something to say." Qisuo saw the little monk's unspeakable concealment. "If you want to escape, I won't tell you, and I will help you. There are too many loopholes in Shaolin, and it is not difficult to escape down the mountain." The little monk took off his clothes, revealing countless bruises and bloodstains, and many others. Small dark red dots spread all over the body, and the ribs obviously had broken and continued, continued and broken protrusions. "What are these? Is it a must-pass test for martial arts? Or is it an injury from going down the mountain?" Qi Suo was surprised, but ignited more fighting spirit. "It's a beating." The little monk put on his clothes and said calmly, "If you continue to stay here, I'm afraid you will be beaten to death." "Why can't I survive if you can survive? There's no reason for that." Qi Suo was a little unconvinced, but also knew that this little brother was just kindly reminding himself. "Many people are unlucky and die before they can escape. They are often just hit the wrong acupuncture point or received too much force. Is it worth it to live such a good life?" The little monk lay on the straw pile and closed his eyes. . Qisuo stroked her hair and patted the little monk. "Is there a razor? Help me shave my hair." Qi Suo said, not affected at all. "Are you stubborn, kid, or are you ignorant? Or are you stupid because you have heard too many rumors from Shaolin Temple?" The little monk took a razor from the cellar, and began to help Qisuo to shave his hair. Qisuo remained silent, still immersed in the excitement of the heroes of the world coming out of Shaolin. While the little monk was shaving his hair, he felt that Qisuo's scalp was burning hot, and even the base of his ears were turning red, obviously because of excitement, no matter how much he tried to persuade him now, he would not listen to his words. "This will be a sad place for you to lose." The little monk couldn't bear it. He really wanted to knock Qisuo unconscious and then secretly throw it out of the temple, but his stubbornness would definitely climb back in again, unless he was allowed to experience the cruelty of Shaolin Temple for himself. "There is an old storyteller in our Rujia Village. He often quotes the words of Mencius: When the heavens are about to send a great mission to the people, they must first toil their muscles and bones, harden their minds, and gain what they can't. You can't gamble on it in a small Shaolin Temple. Life, let alone the rivers and lakes, let alone the world." Qisuo looked at the hair on the ground. "Gamble your life?" The little monk felt a pain in his heart. "The moment when a chivalrous man is betting his life is the most brilliant moment in his life." Qisuo repeated the old storyteller's words. "You kid, you don't seem to be the same as ordinary idiots from the countryside." The little monk took a deep breath, trying to ease the inexplicable pain in his heart.He thought of his father. "What do you say?" Qisuo asked. "It seems to be hundreds of times more stupid." The little monk patted Qisuo's bald head and threw the razor back onto the cellar. The little monk picked up the hatchet on the wall and threw it to Qisuo.Qisuo understood, besides learning Kung Fu, a freshman like him also has to do odd jobs, so Shaolin Temple still needs to employ people? Picking up the hatchet, Qisuo dutifully started splitting firewood, just like the handyman he used to do in Rujia Village. The little monk didn't hand over all the work to Qisuo just because he finally had a newcomer to instigate. He squatted on the ground, picked up a piece of wood, and cracked it with his hands nonchalantly. The wood snapped, and the young monk picked up another piece of wood and chopped it again. In the blink of an eye, two or three more pieces were broken. I see. The world's martial arts come from Shaolin, because Shaolin is full of kung fu!Thinking to himself, Qisuo immediately threw the machete aside and blew on his palms, imitating the little monk and using the edges of his palms to slash at the wood. With a muffled bang, Qisuo only felt pain in his palm, but Mu Mu was safe and sound. The little monk kept silent and continued with his work.After the straight cut, there is a horizontal cut, sometimes with the palm, sometimes with the fist, and occasionally with the elbow or the forehead. Although it may not be successful every time, it always fails compared to Qisuo's red and trembling hands. It is the master of the human body. "Teach me." Qisuo finally asked for help, thinking that this must involve Shaolin's martial arts mentality, not pure physical slashing.If not everyone is so reckless, everyone can become a master of martial arts. "Put hard, don't be afraid of pain." The little monk finished briefly, wiping the broken skin and blood stains on his forehead. "That's it?" Qisuo didn't believe it. "That's it." The little monk said flatly, "Little handymen like us who have no money and no power can only practice in their own way. If you don't believe me, you can use a hatchet. Anyway, I don't know how I am. Right or wrong, I just know that all these firewood have to be chopped anyway, so why not practice some hand strength." Although Qisuo still didn't believe it, he didn't want to lose to the young monk in terms of momentum, so he gritted his teeth and continued to chop wood with the knife, which made his whole hand muscles numb. The little monk raised a piece of wood with his right hand, and violently cracked it with his left hand, causing the firewood to crack.Qisuo followed suit, changing from straight chopping to horizontal chopping with a hand knife, but the wood did not break, and the thorns on the top even pierced his arm with blood. The little monk looked at Qisuo.This idiot is different from the guys who came in before, it seems to be extremely stupid. It seemed that he was as stupid as himself.