Chapter 5 fourth quarter

In the next few months, Qisuo, who had no money, still bit the bullet and participated in the training camp of the monks, and became the target of Han Liner and others' boxing training. Qisuo is not a personality that deliberately pretends to lose, so Han Liner and others have more or less suffered from Qisuo, but the time in Shaolin to learn boxing is too far behind, and Qisuo maintains a disgraceful record of zero wins and a hundred defeats , There are more and more bruises and bruises on the body. After learning the monkey boxing, it was a tiger and crane double shape worth 35 taels, and then a luxury course of up to 50 taels. The wind swept the floor.

Every time a boxing is learned, Qisuo is more difficult to fall, but if Qisuo does not fall, everyone can only fight harder. People who refuse to admit defeat are unwelcome. Although Han Liner admires Qisuo's willpower, he will not show mercy because of this. If Qisuo is willing to admit defeat one day, according to Han Liner's personality of being the big brother, he will be very happy, not only will Qisuo be included in his gang, but also Qisuo will be treated as the best brother. But Qisuo is the terrible ignorant personality of the country people. Not only does he love to die to the end, but he would rather hang out with Junbao, who is the lowest in the temple, than say a word to Han Liner and others, which makes Han Liner's teeth itch. .

"Qisuo, do you want me to introduce you to wash and massage the feet of those copper-smelly ghosts? You can earn extra money." Once Qisuo's ribs were broken, and he ran to the kitchen coughing up blood and panting, Zi An, who was carving stories on wooden boards under a tree. The senior brother couldn't help persuading. "No, not even death." Qisuo was so painful that she didn't bother to shed tears. Qisuo touched his ribs, his only enjoyment at the moment was to listen to Zian's stories. Zian came to Shaolin Temple very early. When asked what he came to Shaolin for, he only smiled wryly and said that he was here to collect materials, because he wanted to write a story about heroic spirit, and the heroes of the world came out of Shaolin, so why not do some research here?Unexpectedly, going to Shaolin is easy, but going down from Shaolin is extremely difficult. He has to go through the Eighteen Bronze Figures and the Wooden Puppet Alley. He is thin and not talented in martial arts, and he has no money to bribe the monks who guard the temple, so he has to cook in the kitchen .

It's been 20 years in such a mess. "How can you learn martial arts without making money? One day they will beat them to death! Is it worth it?" Zian bit the handle of the carving knife, and glanced at Qisuo who didn't know what to do. "Why don't you go yourself?" Qisuo retorted weakly. "I figured it out. Anyway, it's the same writing anyway. It's not the same where it's written. If you want to bribe 18 people, each of them will cost 180 taels. How long will you keep it? Wasting time washing other people's On your feet, why not use them to carve novels, don’t you think so!” Zi’an blew air, blowing away the small crumbs on the board, “It’s you, since you want to be a hero, saving your life is the way to go.”

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Si, you must first toil your muscles and bones, harden your mind, and improve what you can't do. I will recite it all, so don't persuade him, Senior Brother Zi'an." Jun Bao walked out suddenly and tore half of the steamed bun Give seven. Qisuo pulled the clothes away and asked Jun Bao to apply the picked and crushed herbs on his head. Zian shook his head and continued to engrave his story. After the rib injury healed, apart from practicing martial arts and boxing, Qisuo still practiced the same amount of hard work as Junbao every day.

Before dawn, I started to fetch water, and after serving the old men for dinner, I started to chop firewood with my bare hands.There are no skills, no formulas, and the two practice blindly as if they are more stupid, and occasionally make fun of each other. Of course, Qisuo would tell Jun Bao how to play the new boxing method every night, and Jun Bao nodded stupidly.After Qisuo finished talking about punches, the two jumped onto the roof to make gestures, and they didn't stop until their eyelids were heavy. It only took more than a month for Qisuo to discover a fixed pattern between the two offense and defense.

Every time Jun Bao punched out the punches he had just learned at a speed several times slower, he tried his best to defend against a circle with his axis as the axis and a radius about an arm's length, but the barrier was not inviolable.If Qisuo insisted on getting close to Junbao, Junbao didn't insist on defending, just backed away slowly. When Jun Bao started defending with the moves he had just learned, he would often receive a lot of punches from Qisuo, but after fighting for half an hour, Jun Bao's moves would return to the basics, all of which were variations of carrying water and chopping firewood, but It also implies some extreme simplification of the newly learned boxing.At this moment, Qisuo couldn't hurt Jun Bao's vellus at all.

Gradually, Qisuo was also affected, and the fight became slower and slower. It's not surprising that when martial arts has been cultivated to a certain level, they don't stick to moves, adapt to the situation, and even use no moves to win with moves, but if they beat each move to such a procrastinated and unwilling state, these two people can Said to be unprecedented. In the first month, the two of them just chatted and gestured at the same time. After a long time, they also knew each other's attack habits. After fighting for an hour, no one was touched by each other's fists. .

But after another month, the two of them still moved slowly, but they couldn't utter a word. For some reason, Qisuo found that the slower the punch was, the harder it was to exert force, the harder it was to exert force, it was really weird.Often within half an hour, both of them were sweating profusely from exhaustion.Although Jun Bao was used to slow punching a few years before Qisuo came to Shaolin, he had never been so tired, and the concentration required after having an opponent is really different. "Junbao, the boxing technique you invented is quite weird." Qisuo was soaked and lying on the roof basking in the moon.

"If you think about it carefully, this is not unusual at all. As long as the punch is fast, the castration is easy to guess, but our punch is slow, and every move can be changed midway. We must always focus on observing each other's punch direction and then change ourselves Of course I’m tired, and I’ll change it and you’ll change it too, and you’ll keep getting tired.” Jun Bao punched himself, but it wasn’t satisfying. Jun Bao felt that his breathing was getting longer and longer these days. If he could keep his muscles as relaxed as when he was dancing himself during sparring, he would definitely break through again.

"That's right, the punch that doesn't kill is the scariest. But Jun Bao, our eyes are used to slow punches. What if we encounter powerful fast punches in the future? I don't see anyone who can punch so slowly like us." Qi Suo looked Holding the thick calluses on the edges of his palms, he can finally split wood like Jun Bao for a while. "Round, the last hair comes first, strength." Jun Bao thoughtfully. "Stinky fart, you only talk about things like 'take your time, it's faster' that only you can understand." Qi Suo laughed, not caring. Jun Bao smiled. The meaning of circle is very clear.It is not difficult to defend in a small circle, but it is not difficult to attack the enemy first, but it is not easy; If there is no bias, there is no strength, and there is no possibility of defeating the enemy. In the past few months, Jun Bao has gradually realized that if he tried his best to keep his breathing steady while fighting, he could keep his breath in his body. At this time, there seemed to be a faint extra energy in his bones, but he still didn't know how to use it. . "Qisuo, when you are successful in martial arts, will you want to walk down the mountain?" Jun Bao asked. "Otherwise? Could it be that student An has been doing odd jobs in Shaolin all his life? Unused martial arts means that he has never practiced." Qisuo said, remembering that Zi An once told him that he would go down the mountain one day, don't forget to memorize the story he carved on the wooden board and spread it widely. thing. "Haven't you considered entering the Bodhidharma Academy? Although most of the martial arts classics were burned by Yuan Bing, there should be some good things in them. Maybe there is the real essence of Shaolin martial arts hidden there." Jun Bao Say. "Bullshit Bodhidharma exam, even if my martial arts practice is the strongest among all monks, as long as the method of the exam remains the same, I don't know how much money I will have to give to pass the exam, so I won't do it." . As for the bullshit Bodhidharma examination method that Qisuo talked about, in fact, the only examiner is the elder brother with strong martial arts skills. Anyone who wants to enter has to fight against him for thirty moves. After thirty moves, he can stand upright before he can enter . According to Zi'an, apart from the dissolute and proud behavior of the elder brother, he is indeed the first monk in the Shaolin Temple who has deducted the abbot. It is very difficult to survive ten moves under the hands of the elder brother. Send money.The market price is 500 taels, but no one cares about it, not because the asking price is too high, but because the wealthy sons and sisters have already worked hard to submit seventy-two stunts. Who really wants to enter the Bodhidharma Academy?Or go down the mountain early to have fun. "At least five of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills are real materials, such as twisting the flower finger, one-finger meditation, powerful diamond palm, splitting the air, and provoking the empty three-fold kick. I really want to learn it if I have the opportunity." Jun Bao sighed. Jun Bao has suffered so many grievances so far, all he wants is to enter the Bodhidharma Academy one day to have a glimpse of the mysteries of martial arts. With fists and kicks, you can go in dignifiedly. "Shaolin is really sad, money, money, everything has to spend money, I haven't seen ten taels of silver in our Rujia Village. If I didn't meet you here, I really might as well hit my head to death." Qisuo Road, closed on the eyes. Jun Bao's heart warmed up. In fact, the naive Qisuo entered Shaolin, and his life began to be touched. "Shaolin Temple was not originally like this." Jun Bao said. During these days with Qisuo, Jun Bao found himself talking too much. Jun Bao began to tell about the history of Shaolin's depravity, which was his own personal experience, and his brother Zi'an, who cooked a big pot of rice in the kitchen and wrote novels, pieced together what he heard and told him.Zi'an is a very experienced pyrotechnician Toutuo. Sixty years ago, after the Mongolian iron cavalry destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty in Yashan, Wen Tianxiang was about to be killed in Chashi, the metropolis within a few years. Traveling all over the country, everyone who heard it was full of tears, thanking Prime Minister Wen for his generous sacrifice. At that time, Songshan Shaolin was the root of the mother's family of the heroes of the rivers and lakes. They secretly connected all kinds of heroes and heroes to try to rob the court to save the prime minister, and the first and second Shaolin monks headed by them were even legendary figures among them. The mysterious and unrivaled geniuses in Jin Jing are all under 20, and they are young heroes.The first monk is named Busha, and the second monk is named Buku. Both of them are people who use one as a hundred and enter the bandit camp at night to forcibly pick off the leader of the bandit. "When the two monks called, the heroes responded enthusiastically. All the seventeen sects sent their most powerful masters to the meeting, and they met in the suburbs of Dadu three days before the execution. If Luo listed the famous names of each hero, I am afraid The unprecedented Fantasy Death Squad, even if it touches Dadu and takes back the head of Kublai Khan, it is not surprising." Jun Bao said. Jun Bao's palms were in the shape of eagle claws, thinking about the transition between moves, he still pushed slower and slower, and pushed slower and slower. "But in fact, the task of saving Prime Minister Wen still failed. Is it because someone leaked the secret and was ambushed?" Qisuo raised her head, tears had dried up. Qisuo likes listening to stories the most, and has a way of guessing stories. "It's good that it's really like this, and it's not a bad thing for everyone to die heroically." Jun Bao sighed. All the heroes gathered in Dadu, originally planning to rush into the heavy security to rescue Prime Minister Wen, but after thinking hard, they felt that if this move was successful, everyone would suffer heavy casualties. The hero corrects the situation, and unnecessary loss should be avoided; what's more, everyone comes to rescue because of respect for Prime Minister Wen, rather than respectfully asking Prime Minister Wen, who is extremely poor in military use and lacks strategy, to lead everyone. Once Prime Minister Wen dies, maybe he can become a role model for the world's anti-Yuan heroes who are not afraid of death. So I didn't bother to think of a clever plan. Buku simply let out rumors that he was going to rob the court, which made the general in charge of the execution feel very nervous, and immediately dispatched troops from the nearby military town to support him.The night before the execution, with the help of Xiao Qianbian, a master of disguise, everyone pretended to be a reinforcement army, and easily went straight to the prison. When everyone saw Prime Minister Wen, the prime minister's face was so festered that he was beyond human shape, the Huashan Pai Feng elder immediately scratched his face and broke his ribs with his fingers without hesitation.With tears in his eyes, Xiao Qianbian used bone erosion water to decorate Elder Feng's half-destroyed face and pretended to be Prime Minister Wen's miserable appearance, and the heroes left in tears. On the day of the execution, all the heroes were still making trouble outside the execution ground, but they just lit the fire as a show, and everyone dispersed before the Yuan army started shooting arrows.In fact, it was Elder Feng who left the head in the execution ground that day. "My father said that Elder Feng didn't know a single word, but he really achieved the heroic elegance of 'the wind canopy spreads the books and reads, and the ancient road shines in color'." Jun Bao said, choking up unconsciously. Qisuo also shed tears. A true hero, even though history will not remember, he still walks against the sky with a smile. "Then where did Prime Minister Wen go?" Qi Suo asked. "Under your feet." Jun Bao said, with a look of pride on his face. After Prime Minister Wen was rescued, he also knew that he was regarded by the world as a heroic sacrifice, which was more inspiring than lingering on his last breath, so he shaved his hair under the arrangement of "No Bitterness and No Killing", and hid in the woodshed of Shaolin as a floor-sweeping monk , The whole day is chopping firewood and reading. Also because the prime minister's appearance was half-ruined, and he was so introverted, except for the abbot and a few eminent monks of the Bodhidharma Academy who knew about it, everyone else regarded him as an ordinary old monk. "On the floor of the firewood room, we can still vaguely see the "Song of Righteousness" carved by Prime Minister Wen with a knife: 'Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The bottom is the river and the mountain, and the top is the sun and stars...'" Jun Baodao. Year after year, it was so peaceful. Until one day, when Shaolin was about to elect a new head abbot, everyone unanimously recommended Wu Ku, who had high martial arts skills and outstanding character, which made Bu Sha, who was also at the peak of martial arts, feel dissatisfied.Because the date of the martial arts conference is approaching, if Buku becomes the abbot, the elders of the various factions who once formed the Death Squad together will definitely recommend Buku, who has repeatedly made ingenious strategies, to be the leader of the Wulin Anti-Yuan League. Buku is unwilling to kill, everything is in Buku’s eyes, Buku resolutely respects Buku as the abbot, but the monks still insist on Wuku leading Shaolin, the more modest Buku is, the more the monks recommend him. Kill's face became uglier. In the end, Bu Sha left a shocking paw print on the stone pillar of the Arhat Hall and walked away with a big change of mind. "I understand, so I didn't kill him. Later, he defected to the court and led his troops back to Shaolin to find Prime Minister Wen who lived in seclusion in the woodshed. Shaolin committed a major crime, so Yuan soldiers took this opportunity to bloodbath Shaolin, slaughter all the monks, and burn the Buddhist scriptures pavilion As a result, only five of the seventy-two unique skills remain, and Shaolin has never recovered from a fall." Qi Suo reasoned out the subsequent development reasonably. "Probably so." Jun Bao sighed, "Prime Minister Wen's acupuncture points were sealed by the Busha thief, and he peeled off the human skin piece by piece with his powerful Vajra fingers. It took him several hours to die. A group of eagle dogs, which specialize in hunting the elites of various sects. The martial arts of not killing is the best in the world. After twenty years, many heroes have been skinned and grassed. Hand it over to Busha. Jianghu is no longer Jianghu." The imperial court has always regarded Shaolin as a thorn in its side, and this time it finally found an excuse to destroy the palace of martial arts. Since then, the imperial court's power has entered this ancient temple without fear. Abbot Bu'an, who regards money as his life, is the abbot certified by the imperial court.The high-ranking monks in the Bodhidharma courtyard spend less and less time practicing martial arts. Many officials and eunuchs even use Shaolin as a martial arts experience camp for entertainment. The phenomenon is as seen by Qisuo. "Then it's not bitter? Didn't he realize the "Yi Jin Jing" like Bu Sha? Why don't you stop him?" Qi Suo said angrily. "Who said it didn't stop it? At that time, 30,000 troops besieged Songshan Mountain. Master Buku brought a few Shaolin disciples out of Shaolin. One of them was my father, the hero Zhang Xuan who was called by those thieves. My mother gave birth to me. But Buku and Busha are familiar with each other's martial arts and habits of moves. It is better to compare who is the first to be plotted against. After a few years, I have never heard of Master Buku in the world. Everyone said that he had long since died in the hands of Busha, and there were rumors that Busha tore off his hands and feet, threw them into the Buddhist scripture pavilion and burned them together with the scriptures." Jun Bao said. Jun Bao took a big stride and pushed his palms flat, his movements were extremely slow. Then suddenly exert strength, the smaller the movement, the greater the strength. "Your father..." Qisuo felt uneasy. "Well, my father died at the hands of not killing. If you don't kill, you don't kill... There are many heroes in the world." Jun Bao went to Shaolin when he was ten years old. old days. "I'm sorry." Qi Suo felt sorry for Jun Bao. "I'm sorry? I feel very proud to be my father's son." Jun Bao said seriously, "Among the top ten villains listed in the court's reward list back then, my father was a hero even though he died. Say, he Is it not enough for me to be my son?" Since the news of Zhang Xuan's death came back to Shaolin, those bald thieves began to ridicule Jun Bao, making Jun Bao live a life of inhuman slavery since he was ten years old.He couldn't and didn't want to help the old men wash their feet to earn money to learn martial arts like Han Lin'er, but he just learned from a distance.Others could only laugh when they saw it.If you hit him, he won't fight back. Qisuo looked at Jun Bao. This roommate not only accepts everything, but silently endures the unbearable things that happened to him.There was also enthusiasm in his expression. At that time, Qisuo didn't understand what that enthusiasm was, after all, the two had only been together for two short months. But in just these two months, Qisuo felt that the enthusiasm was a great existence, and one day, thousands of pairs of eyes would see what Jun Bao wanted to convey.