Chapter 7 Section VI

On the official road, the tattered flags of the character testing booths wavered. The short-haired boy gnawed on the steamed buns all the way, and the owner of the character testing booth followed behind with a smile and yelled. "Don't follow me, uncle, I won't call you bullshit, go do some other serious things." "Hee hee, if you think the nickname is too vulgar, at least you should choose a chivalrous name, it will be cheaper for you." "Heroic name? Is that Lao Shizi's thing again?" "That's right. Since ancient times, every well-known chivalrous man has rarely used his real name. If his enemies found him, wouldn't he implicate his family and friends? It's very common to use a chivalrous name to travel around the rivers and lakes. If you choose the right chivalrous name, it sounds good, It’s easy to pronounce and easy to write, and it’s not bad to teach others how to speak eloquently.”

"...It sounds reasonable at first glance." "The hero just took action to teach those dog officials a lesson. His skills are truly extraordinary. Maybe it's my honor to name you. Well, let's make a good business, just give me some money." "I have a friend with the character seven in his name. I think of a heroic name related to his name." "Okay, ten is a perfect number, seven plus three will be perfect, and you use three as the first name of a hero." "That's fine, so I still need to ask you? Be serious, uncle." "Although I don't know boxing skills, but seeing that you are young and vigorous, and your punches are sharp, the old man concludes that you have suffered grievances that others can hardly understand in the first half of your life. Therefore, although your moves come first, slow and fast, but in fact your expression But it reveals the inexplicable joy of innocence, which shows that your heart has long been unable to bear it, and you can't wait to let the world know about your rare sword."

"... Exactly, I have a reason to be famous all over the world." "Since you are a rare front, I should have named you three fronts, sharp fronts, but since ancient times, they are strong and easy to break, and their reputation will not last long. The fronts are naturally blunt. It is better to have the sound of a front but no shape, so I use the mountain Let's replace the sharp front with the peak, the simplified form of this peak is Feng, and it is a sword pierced through the number three, which is the name of the best hero." "It's too complicated, let's go to Mitutoyo."

The short-haired boy looked at the north, thoughtful. "Don't be in a daze all day long, look at me, isn't that what the king of stories is like? He will spend his whole life in the Shaolin kitchen." Zi'an looked at Qisuo, who was covered in gold lacquer all over his body, sitting blankly under the big tree drinking gruel, and couldn't help but persuade him. It has been two months since Junbao went down the mountain. Qisuo was alone in a daze for longer and longer every day, and even the story couldn't be listened to, which made Zian feel strange all over. These few days are the days when the 127th batch of graduates pass through the barriers in batches, and it is also an auspicious day for the 18 Bronze Masters to make money. Shaolin Temple is full of joy, and related celebrations are held day after day.

The abbot will issue graduation certificates to rich men who have broken through the pass. The certificates include various boxing techniques that the graduates have practiced. In the future, with the certificates, they can open private martial arts gyms in the market and bear the name of Shaolin Authentic. On the other hand, there is also a graduate achievement presentation held in front of the Daxiong Palace. Many people take turns to perform on stage. Some perform the new Shaolin Seventy-two stunts that have been accepted, and some sing their own theme songs (you will have to do it when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future). Bring the theater troupe to follow behind and sing, only the demeanor of a hero appearing on stage), it was so lively.

More people found many painters from the bottom of the mountain, and sketched touching pictures of themselves as brothers and sisters with senior brothers, abbots and others as souvenirs. They shared their feelings for a year and left their family backgrounds, addresses, and Pengcheng Wanli cherished the inspirational words such as goodbye, and some even signed each other's silk temple uniforms. Qisuo looked at all this with cold eyes, it was a ridiculous joke. After this meal, he would return to the bronze man formation to guard the eighth level of the Monkey Fist, which was about ten square meters in size. Go to sleep, and soon have to repaint the guard gate.

The rich men ridiculed Qisuo and called him the Eighth Bronze Man instead. But Qisuo didn't feel it anymore, if he didn't let his emotions cool down, how could he survive these eighteen years?I'm afraid I'm going crazy. After lunch that day, Qisuo first went to the entrance of the Bronze Man Formation to gather the loot and do warm-up exercises. "Qisuo, here, this is the clearance fee given by the six people who broke through the level today. There are sixty taels of silver in one level and ten taels. This is your share. Don't say that my brother treated you badly." Shou the first level Shenglong Brother Yuan Qi, the bully, said that Qisuo took the bribe.

It is said that senior brother Yuan Qi was the strongest character among the monks in the labor temple before joining the battle. He is considered to be the son of a Jiangnan hero, but everyone is equal after he is killed. neat. "Qisuo, don't put on a sour face all day long. Have you ever seen such a lucrative job in your dilapidated village? You can't find such a good job even in the capital. Save enough silver and go down the mountain. That’s the wealthy class.” Senior brother Yuan Qi, who was guarding the sixth pass of the snake hand, bit the silver that he had just been allocated.

"If you hit fake punches, you will get silver taels to your door. How can you make such a good profit?" Senior brother Ruo De, who guards the sixteenth level of the three-section stick, only entered the level half a year ago. He was also depressed at the beginning, but since he After he learned how to slip down the mountain and go to the brothel, he didn't feel any difference between going up and down the mountain. "Do the math, I only have one and a half years left to complete my merits and virtues. After I go down the mountain, I will open a martial arts gym to teach Shaolin stick techniques. This is the long-term way to make money." The brother said, he didn't even look at the fat on his stomach that had grown to the point where he couldn't see his belly button.

Everyone was chatting, Qisuo was still dumb, and everyone didn't take it seriously. The newcomer has that lifeless virtue, but if you get familiar with Yinzi, you will eventually figure it out. As soon as the bell gong rang, the eighteen bronze men took their positions one after another and returned to the dark room to which they belonged. Qisuo waited for half an hour before seeing the passers-by entering her room one after another. Every time a passer-by enters, Qisuo just jumps a few times casually, and fights indiscriminately with false moves and real moves, just letting the young and old passers knock him down, and walks to the next level with a lion's roar, pretending for an extra moment Also lazy.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Qisuo was even more lonely beyond words. Jun Bao left, and sent him away. Without the gestures under the moon, I don't even have the energy to chop firewood with my bare hands, and I don't have the enthusiasm to carry water. Unexamined, really unexamined. Often, when Qisuo couldn't sleep, she would go to the kitchen to chat with Zi'an. Zian often lit an oil lamp and stayed up late to write novels. According to him, he had to write 500 words a day before he could fall asleep. "Zian, in fact, you just went to Shaolin secretly, and you haven't been shot to death." "You don't understand. You were reluctant at first, but if you stay in one place for a long time, you will become afraid of the outside world. The Shaolin gangsters are absurd, but they are not as complicated as down the mountain. They fight and kill, and if you don't pay attention, you will bow your head. Picking up the head, when we are engaged in creation, if the head is gone, there is nothing to do.” "What about your dream? The one of the king of stories." "O king of stories, wait until you go down the mountain in eighteen years, and then carry my masterpiece down the mountain seal." "Didn't you say you want to broaden your knowledge?" "Looking at the world of the moment is only to write a story that is popular for a while, and you can write a novel that will last forever if you stay in an eternal place, don't you understand the truth? Tch!" Qisuo looked at Zi'an.He is the hero. In any case, I will not be discouraged and foolishly stick to my ideals. For a friend who loves to listen to stories, I can completely forget what I said a few months ago. I remember Zi'an said that if Qisuo broke through the bronze man formation and went down the mountain, he would let Junbao carry him over the wall and leave the temple, and the three of them would enjoy themselves outside together.He said that the creator can't stay in the same place. He has to see what the world has become, travel around, broaden his knowledge, and draw materials to write, so that he can become the king of contemporary stories. "thanks." "Go to bed early." Qisuo was grateful for Zi'an's company, but she was still bored.Boring. Until then, the night before the 127th general graduation ceremony, when Qisuo was lying on the woodshed basking in the moon and sleeping, things took a turn for the worse. That night, the gold paint on Qisuo's body was not removed, anyway, tomorrow is the last day of guarding the customs for the past six months. Lying on the roof, Qisuo inhaled slowly, his stomach stretched bigger and bigger, as if he wanted to suck the moonlight into his stomach. In the past two months, although Qisuo has gradually become absent-minded about splitting firewood, carrying water, and slow boxing exercises, he has not forgotten the breath that slow boxing pays attention to.In other words, even if Qisuo wants to forget, it is difficult to forget, once the breathing is familiar, it is like haunting ghosts and ghosts, which cannot be shaken off no matter what. Martial arts are most taboo about form and quality, no matter how vigorous the posture is, if there is no real energy running in the body to stimulate strength, it is useless, so there is a saying in boxing scriptures: "Practicing boxing without practicing kung fu will be nothing when you grow old." Shaolin Temple has been degraded for decades , except for a few senior monks in the Bodhidharma Academy, everyone in the whole temple only practiced the muscles, bones and skin, and could not enter the realm of true energy movement and cultivation. Junbao and Qisuo had no way to get a glimpse of Shaolin's world-renowned inner strength method, but they found a new way in the slow fist pushing and drawing that accumulated over time. The movements are round and soft, and the breath naturally grows.After a long breath, the two people's spirits are clear, and true energy is naturally bred in their bodies. Later, this kung fu didn't only happen when practicing the Slow Fist, but it was attached to the breath, so Qisuo even had a stream of true energy circulating in his body in his sleep, so that Qisuo's body would not be sensitive to the changes in the surroundings even if he was in a deep sleep. Also quite inductive. Qisuo opened his eyes. He seemed to hear the sound of someone leaping in the night sky, and when he listened carefully, the sound actually came towards the woodshed, sometimes advancing rapidly, sometimes stopping. "Who is it? Junbao?" Qisuo was pleasantly surprised. He was so young that he didn't expect Junbao to fail to fulfill the contract, but he kept getting happy. But if you listen carefully, the footsteps are not the same, and the other party's breathing is also very messy, there are two in total, one of them is no different from ordinary people, and it is far different from Jun Bao's continuous and long breathing. Since the skill revealed by the opponent's breathing is very shallow, Qisuo is not afraid of being an enemy, so he simply stands on the roof and observes openly. Under the firewood room, two figures dressed in black with their faces covered and eyes exposed seemed to be hesitating about something. The men in black were one tall and one short. The tall one wanted to open the firewood door, while the short one was a little nervous. "Who? What are you doing in the firewood room?" Qisuo jumped down nonchalantly, and the two black shadows seemed startled. "Qisuo! Why are you covered in gold!" The short man in black grabbed his kerchief and moved forward crying. It's red! "Hongzhong! I miss you!" Qisuo's heart shook, and she hugged Hongzhong tightly. At this moment, Qisuo's breathing finally became disordered. The man in black also took off his veil, looked around, pointed to the woodshed, and signaled the three of them to come in and talk in detail. There were no candles in the firewood room, so Qisuo had to light Xingwei firewood. The light of the fire shone on the dusty red sky, and she was taller and thinner, making her more beautiful. Qisuo saw that this little girl went straight to Shaolin for herself in this troubled world, she was so touched that she couldn't speak for a long time. "If you have nothing to say, let's go. The monk is not easy to mess with." The tall man in black also took off his face scarf, and it turned out to be the beautiful and eye-catching Lingxue. Hongzhong was still choked up and unable to speak, so Qisuo had no choice but to speak. "Where's Junbao? Why didn't he come with you?" Qi Suo guessed that Junbao must have brought the letter, so Hongzhong came in a panic. "No, he said that since he promised you, the next time we meet, he will be a hero of Wanmin's department, so he only let my master protect me all the way up. Don't worry, my master's double swords are very powerful, and I will follow you from now on." She learns sword." Hong Zhong wiped away tears. "Master?" Qisuo looked at Lingxue. "Exactly." Lingxue said proudly. After Junbao handed over the letter to Hongzhong that day, Hongzhong asked Junbao to take him to Shaolin secretly, but Junbao was embarrassed, so Hongzhong knelt down to Lingxue and asked Lingxue to accept her as his apprentice.Lingxue didn't show any signs of expression, but she was overjoyed in her heart, pretending to be helpless and accepting Hongzhong. The first request of Lingxue's first disciple in her life was to go straight to Shaolin, and she agreed anyway, and set off after asking Junbao where the chaifang was located in Shaolin. What an indifferent master. "I don't want to thank you for your kindness. I also ask Master Lingxue to take Hongzhong down the mountain and help Hongzhong find Mr. Ruyi as soon as possible. Don't worry about me anymore." Qisuo kowtowed. But Lingxue suddenly stood up, picked up the Xuanci sword and stabbed Qisuo's forehead. Xuancijian stopped in front of Qisuo's forehead in astonishment, and a drop of blood fell on the ground. "Why do women have to get married? And why do they have to listen to your decision? She goes up the mountain when she says she wants to, and she goes up the mountain when she says she wants to marry. Treat me like a dead person!" Lingxue was furious, and the long sword in his hand was shaking with anger. But Hongzhong gently pushed Lingxue's sword aside, and pitifully touched the gold powder on Qisuo's face. Hongzhong's hand moved slowly, using her hand to reacquaint with Qisuo, which had grown stronger and stronger. Sir, you have suffered in Shaolin, and you were bullied terribly, but you still have a little red, we have known each other since we were born, and we are doomed to suffer a lifetime in this life, please don’t ask me to marry someone else ... "You learn martial arts, and I also learn swordsmanship. You have been in Shaolin for eighteen years, and I have traveled the rivers and lakes with master for eighteen years. We will finally be reunited." Hong Zhong bit her lower lip, without any girlish looks. reserved. If she doesn't speak clearly at this moment, I'm afraid Qisuo won't be able to understand her heart. Qisuo wept silently, she couldn't help herself with hatred, but she felt sorry for Hongzhong. Lingxue made fun of herself, put away her sword and sat down. There was still an hour before dawn, and Qisuo took Hongzhong's little hand to ask the old people in his hometown. Hongzhong told everything from Qisuo's family to the old storyteller in detail, and also mentioned that Qisuo's second brother was about to Getting married, the family is very busy.Of course, Hongzhong also depicts the inexplicable fight between Junbao and Cannian, which makes Qisuo stare and feel his heart throbbing. "That punch really works!" Qisuo couldn't help but get excited, but he felt a little embarrassed. Although Jun Bao doesn't talk about heroes like himself all day long, he can see that Jun Bao is a chivalrous and tough man, and this mysterious slow fist kung fu will definitely flourish on him. "It's useless, no matter how useful it is, I have to stay in this monk's temple for eighteen years, and my fists and feet will be moldy by then." Lingxue was telling the truth. "No, I asked the storyteller about it. After diving in Shaolin for 20 or 30 years before leaving the temple, there are many precedents for those who have shocked the world as soon as they strike. How can you achieve success after practicing it for more than ten years? A man should do that." Hong Zhong encouraged Qisuo, and also encouraged himself. "That's right." Qi Suo sighed. Hongzhong and Lingxue would never understand the current situation of Shaolin, if Shaolin was the old Shaolin, how could they allow you two girls to come and leave whenever they want. The cock crowed. Lingxue got up, she didn't want to use martial arts with Shaolin monks. Hongzhong wiped away tears, pulled Qisuo and talked for a long time, saying that he would be successful in lightness kung fu in the future, and would visit Qisuo in Shaolin and bring him some delicious food to nourish his body. Qisuo wanted to shake her head, but she knew she couldn't resist yearning for Hongzhong. If she could see Hongzhong once a year, what a sweet expectation it would be?Qisuo had no choice but to squeeze Hongzhong's little hand tightly to express his heart, and Hongzhong nodded. "I'm leaving, Qisuo." Hong Zhong followed behind Lingxue, turning her head frequently. "Master Lingxue, please take care of Hongzhong." Qisuo bowed and gave Lingxue the one hundred and twenty taels of silver earned by guarding the gate these days, and Lingxue accepted it honestly. "If you are not happy, just vent your anger on those evil monks. You can't leave the temple, and don't let them just throw money down the mountain." Hong Zhong said, and disappeared with Lingxue at the end of the narrow path outside the firewood house.Her personality is just so strong. Qisuo was taken aback. This stunned, stunned the legend of a madman unprecedented in Shaolin Temple. The next day, Qisuo recharged his batteries early in the morning and reported to the Bronze Man Formation in good spirits. "Qisuo, here, this is today's share. Eight people pass through the barrier. You will share eighty taels in total. Take it." Senior Brother Yuan Qi waved a bag of silver taels in front of Qisuo, but Qisuo turned a blind eye and went straight to the second place. Eight steps forward. The other seventeen bronze men looked at it and shook their heads, thinking that this newcomer, Qisuo, had been collecting money for several days, and now he had a temper tantrum. The ignorance of the country people should not be underestimated.At that moment, the Seventeen Bronze Men divided up the shares of Qisuo. In the stuffy small room, Qisuo was practicing slow punching and pushing with the imaginary Junbao, while waiting for the final approval of the graduates to enter the customs.He already had plans in his mind, and he felt refreshed after practicing. "Hey, the Eighth Bronze Man! I'm breaking through!" a rude voice yelled. Qisuo opened his eyes and saw that it was Mr. Qian Luohan who went up the mountain at the same time as him. Qian Luohan didn't even salute, he just rolled up his sleeves, sweated profusely and swung his fist at Qisuo. That move wasn't monkey fist at all, it was so messy that it couldn't be called famous at all. "Fat Arhat, are you practicing?" Qisuo dodged casually and stretched his feet, causing Fat Arhat to fall like a super dog. Fat Arhat touched the blood bag on his head, the surprise in his heart was more than the anger of being injured. After all the money has been paid, why does this poor country boy dare to hurt himself? "Hey, the foot is so unstable, where did all the food go?" Qisuo scratched his head, looking at Qian Luohan, who was fatter than when he went up the mountain. "You kid is really out of the way!" Qian Luohan said angrily, and used the new seventy-two unique skills that he had been certified by Shaolin a month ago. Qisuo couldn't help but want to laugh. A few days ago, he had no intention of guarding the pass, and sometimes he just fell asleep, letting these young masters go to the next pass, let alone watch their fists and kicks. At this moment, I took a closer look, it was simply nonsense, and I didn't dodge or avoid it at the moment. Qian Luohan shouted loudly, and hit Qisuo's chest with his palm. He thought that Qisuo should cough up blood and die immediately, but he felt his fist hit a bucket of dense soil and sand, and all his strength dissipated. Qisuo shook his head and said directly: "There is a lot of white rice in Shaolin, go eat two bowls and come back." Qian Luohan was furious, everyone in Shaolin would respect his money for three cents, and would have to buy the account of the recommender, King Ruyang, who would dare to speak provocatively like Qisuo?Immediately, he kicked Qisuo's lower abdomen, directly hitting the vital point of Dantian. Qisuo tried the softening method, and now he was lucky enough to try pure rigid body defense. "It hurts me to death! It hurts me to death!" Qian Luohan screamed after kicking, hugging the soles of his feet and rolling on the ground, terrified the two young masters who then entered the door. Qisuo sighed. Hong Zhong is absolutely right.If I was trapped in Shaolin for eighteen years, you bastards would never even think about going down the mountain! "Let's go together, it doesn't matter if you hit Monkey Punch or not, as long as you knock me down, you can go to Lion's Roar!" Qisuo spread his hands, and the two young masters immediately bullied him with fists together, making it a nondescript Vajra Arhat fist. Qisuo disassembled at will, defusing the offensive of the two with ease, and even used the combo of Hou Sailei to blast the two people who were full of love into the ground looking for their teeth, spitting acid water. The five people who came behind looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering how it would be like this after paying the money?But many people have always bullied few people, so they teamed up to defeat Qisuo and they still broke the level, and they immediately rushed forward. "Show your skills! Why don't you go to Shaolin Temple in half a year!" Qisuo shouted. He made up his mind, never try to get past him. The five people jumped up and down, and their moves were dazzling, but in Qisuo's eyes, they were all vulnerable tricks. On the surface, he used the authentic monkey fist to strike with lightning, but the strength came from the inner strength of the slow fist. With only three punches and two kicks, the five people were smashed to the ground. "How dare you make trouble after taking money! Don't you want to live!" A young master whose nose was knocked crooked cried. "Money? What money? From now on, you have to pass my test, and the asking price is one million taels. You poor people have no money, so go practice boxing, start squatting from horseback." Qisuo Lion opened his mouth and slapped Slap Qian Luohan in the face. The eight prospective graduates were just stuck at the eighth level of the Tongren Formation, crying and scrambling, and complained to the abbot. What is the identity of the abbot, who can bargain with the little eighth bronze man?I had to send a Dharma monk to the checkpoint to warn Qisuo, but Qisuo didn't buy it at all. "Did the Bronze Man Formation come in from a monk from the Bodhidharma Academy? Since you are intensively training in the Bodhidharma Academy, don't think about going down the mountain. If you really want to pass the pass, you have to start slowly from the first pass. Come meet me as an examinee, get out!" Qi Index invoked the Shaolin precepts, which made the monk blush. So the eight prospective graduates were kicked out of the graduation list in this way, preparing to pass the exam with a new batch of monks in the second half of the year. For half a year, Qisuo was thinking about Junbao's great career in the Jianghu, and worried about whether Hongzhong and Lingxue's master and apprentice were safe. Because of a clear goal, Qisuo trained himself even more. Only in this way can it be possible to ride horses with Junbao as soon as possible. Every day when the rooster crowed, Qisuo would stand on the side of the well on the mountainside and step round. At first, he stepped more and more quickly, but then he couldn't help but step on more and more slowly. After three months, his steps became lighter and heavier, All in the mind. Qisuo also learned from Jun Bao that he didn't need to lift water with a pole, and then jumped up the thousand-story stone steps in circles. Of course he was dizzy at first, but later he was able to control his body, and the bucket in his hand gradually stabilized. Eating at noon was Qisuo's only leisure time. While listening to Zi'an breaking Hu Yanzhuo's serial horse with Song Jiang's hook and sickle spear, he turned somersaults and interrupted violently. Sometimes the seven ropes turned over hundreds of times, which made Zi'an restless. At dinner time, Han Liner and others saw that Qisuo was finally alone, and they might be willing to make them friends, but they often saw Qisuo hiding far away alone, playing slow punches alone on the roof of the wood house.Han Lin'er had to admire Qisuo up to this point, and knew that he was so arrogant at the beginning, and it was a pity that he missed the golden time of meeting with Qisuo's friends. Once the half-year deadline is up, the big event of going down the mountain and breaking through the barrier is in full swing. On the first day, more than 30 people signed up for the battle. The senior brother Yuan Qi who was in charge of collecting bribes smiled and shared the spoils with the bronze men, each receiving 300 taels of silver, but the Qisuo who had just painted gold paint still ignored it. , just walked to his room. "Isn't it? It's been half a year and why are you getting angry?" The ninth bronze man of the Lion's Roar level, Mr. Gui, scratched his head, worried that he would not hear someone knocking on his door again this time. Sure enough, Qisuo was still in charge of the gate, even if the thirty examinees were beating up like hooligans, no one hurt Qisuo at all.Qisuo recited the boxing formulas he had learned, combining the agility of the monkey boxing with the roundness and strength of the slow boxing. Sometimes he opened and closed wide, sometimes thunder and lightning, and sometimes he clumsily hugged a large water tank, his footsteps Procrastination. No matter which move it is, no one can compete with it. "Get out!" Qisuo was sticky, and with one hand, he threw a fat man who was rushing backwards out of the room. "Still lying down!" Qisuo kicked a few times, and the five men around were all limped from the kicks, and they all fell to the ground and screamed. "Turn the spinning top! Turn!" Qisuo untied his entanglement, and Qian Luohan flew among the crowd like a spinning top, knocking down several young masters who were too late to make moves. Everyone was stumbling around, crying for their father and mother, but Qisuo felt that he couldn't even call it a warm-up. Thinking that Jun Bao met all the real masters in the arena, but he could only mix with these pussy ghosts in Shaolin Temple, the supreme martial arts , If you don't feel angry, the strength in your hands will be more unforgiving. Just like that, Lion Roar of the ninth pass was bleak, and only the gatekeeper, Senior Brother Gu, was in a daze for the whole afternoon. The next day, the silver piled up in front of Qisuo was so shiny that Qisuo almost couldn't open his eyes. There were a total of three thousand taels of silver, all of which were given to Qisuo alone. "Qisuo is a good brother, don't be angry anymore, it won't benefit anyone if you go on like this." Senior brother Yuan Qi persuaded him kindly.Qisuo just picked his nostrils and flicked his booger on Baiyin. "Didn't we agree, one million taels per person? Fist and feet are worth the price of gold, and you have to follow the rules if you want to break through." Qisuo walked back to the room after finishing speaking. On that day, more than 50 passers-by worked together to squeeze into the eighth pass of the Bronze Man Formation, and then scrambled to get out. On the third day of breaking through the level, a hundred people who were determined to break through the level rushed into the level in a violent manner, trying to rely on the rush of the crowd to step Qisuo down, but saw Qisuo alone blocking the narrow passage leading to the ninth level. In the alleyway, smiling and posing. Everyone can't encircle Qisuo, but they are more likely to form a line to overthrow Qisuo. "There are so many people, you will be trampled to death!" Qian Luohan, the leader, said angrily, he had a part in breaking through the barriers in these three days. "What? If there are many people, you will definitely win, what else do you need heroes in this world?" Qisuo laughed. After finishing speaking, the Qisuo Monkey Fist, Thunderbolt and Thunderbolt unfolded, and before everyone could set up their horses, they shuttled back and forth in the narrow alley that was only one and a half people wide, beating the tyrannical sons and gentlemen to the ground. With one move, everyone's bones were broken. Qisuo was secretly pleasantly surprised, the kung fu he honed in the slow boxing was equally effective in the fast monkey boxing, but he didn't even know that his boxing was different from what Jun Bao had comprehended, Each shines brightly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you on purpose, but if you can't take a punch from me, how can you go to Shaolin?" Qi Suo patted the dust on his body, looking at the human sandbags all over the alley and howling. On the fourth day, Qisuo was quiet, and no one dared to break into it. On the contrary, Gou Kong, a monk from the Bodhidharma Academy, came to Qisuo angrily. He was the one who was sent by the abbot half a year ago to teach Qisuo a lesson. "Senior Brother Goukong, are you breaking through? Or is it a rich man who collected a million taels of silver?" Qi Suo still punched slowly, stepping on the edge of the imaginary well, turning and turning. "Gou Kong, I'm going to go down the mountain today, what do you think?" Gu Kong sneered, and took off his shirt, revealing his tangled muscles. The abbot ordered him to break through the level and break Qisuo's hands and feet, so that the young masters could sing a ditty and move forward. After the success, Gou Kong didn't have to go on to the ninth level, anyway, it was aimed at Qisuo. The Bodhidharma Academy is not blind, so those sons and gentlemen have no interest in entering the Bodhidharma Academy to practice martial arts, but Gou Kong and the big brother Gou Mie are of the same generation, they have practiced martial arts since childhood, and they have mastered the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin to provoke Kong Sandu Kick the true pass.Qi Suo dared not underestimate Gou Kong, and felt even more delighted to meet an opponent. "One word of advice, don't mess with the abbot again." Gou Kong's muscles twitched, and his right foot was lifted up, like a taut bowstring ready to be kicked. Seven threads and one thread.These words reminded Qi Suo that he had to ask the abbot to use his true energy to slow down the death point every month, so as not to die suddenly. crippled. "Have you thought about it?" Gou Kong sneered, this smile aroused the terrible obsession of Qisuo countryman. "My mother said that as long as you are full, you can't get sick." Qi Suo said firmly, convincing himself. "Once the abbot's shocking magic finger is onset, how can it be used as a metaphor for an ordinary illness? You will die if your tendons are broken and your acupuncture points are itchy!" Gou Kong sneered. "Senior brother Goukong, are you afraid of losing me, that's why you talk so much nonsense?" Qisuo deliberately pretended to be stupid, and waved his fists. No more words, the right foot popped out! Qisuo fought too much with the pustule, and it was too late to dodge Gou Kong's kick, so he had to bear it directly with his chest and abdomen. Jin, did not suffer any injuries. Gou Kong had already learned from the young master that the strangeness of the fist hitting Qisuo's body, and knew that the kick just now could not seriously damage Qisuo, so he didn't wait for Qisuo to get into a stance, and kept kicking with both feet left and right. The simpler the move, the less powerful it is. The change, the stronger the strength of the kick, the faster the speed, the kick was so strong that he couldn't dodge it, and he received more than ten kicks solidly. It is said in the Jianghu that one inch is long and one inch is strong, also known as Nan Quan and Bei Kung. Shaolin's kung fu is shocking to the world. There is a saying that "hands are two doors, and they all rely on legs to hit people." Qisuo's "round" was kicked immediately After that, it was impossible to readjust, and it was beaten all the way to the end. Kukong kicked vigorously, his feet volleyed in the air and blasted out three stacks of kicks. There were dusty footprints all over Qisuo's body, and nosebleeds all over the ground. "Jun Bao must have encountered more enemies than this in the rivers and lakes." Qisuo's eyes stared at him, and he finally remembered Jun Bao. Qisuo calmed down, filled with true energy, and immediately swept away the flying feet that were kicking towards his chin. Unexpectedly, Gou Kong's kicking skills were really good, when Qisuo began to calm down, his speed doubled immediately, making Qisuo hard to distinguish with the naked eye, and he bumped into it a few more times. But the astonishment in Gou Kong's heart was no less than Qisuo, the faster he kicked, Qisuo simply didn't watch, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and gradually blocked every bullying kick. Kuku was drenched in sweat.Although he has a lot of strength and strength, he will inevitably become anxious if he can't attack for a long time. Stop your feet, the seven cords will not move, and the dirt will not move. "Are you only going to be beaten?" Gou Kong sneered, but in his heart he didn't understand that he had kicked so many kicks, why Qisuo was only torn apart, but his breathing was not blocked. "How can you high-ranking monks understand the kung fu of being beaten?" Qisuo moved forward slowly, with his eyes still closed.Both hands drew circles in mid-air, one circle after another. Gu Kong suddenly kicked Qisuo horizontally, and the circle in Qisuo's hand split the kick sharply. Gou Kong didn't believe in evil, he kicked Qisuo's Tanzhong acupoint straightly, and the round lightning in Qisuo's hand chopped off. "This kid can tell the position by listening to the sound." These two strokes made Gou Kong's calf hurt, and he was very surprised. It is not difficult to listen to the sound and identify the position, but it is not easy to react in time, and it is even more incredible to block the fast legs. Qisuo smiled, he knew that he had entered another realm. "Don't keep tricks." Qisuo said, his ears pricked up. Kukong sneered, in terms of actual combat experience, he was seven times too high. He slowly raised his feet until the heels completely passed the top of Qisuo's head.There was no sound at all. "Scared!" Gou Kong yelled, trying to disturb Qisuo's hearing, and at the same time heel fell heavily towards Qisuo's top door. What a heel! Qisuo smiled, and leaned back slightly to avoid the magical technique of heel drop. With his left palm, he gently held the sharp lowering leg, and with a single effort, he threw Jiu Kong out. "How is it possible!" Gou Kong was horrified, there was no way to listen to the sound and identify the position so quickly! "Listen." Qisuo opened his eyes, calm and calm, and the invisible wind swayed his sleeves faintly. "Listen?" Gou Kong got up, just now Qisuo's fall was unexpected, and he was in a daze. "Every movement of your body, no, every next movement, has already been leaked to me by your aura and muscle tremor." Qisuo opened his body, looking like a monkey fist, but without moves or styles, "Do you still want to fight?" Qisuo's listening strength has touched the highest level of martial arts from Slow Fist.He and Junbao pushed in circles without any tricks and patterns every night, gradually knowing the information revealed in each other's muscles, the pull of the enemy is strong and we are weak, and we can be strong without desire, looking for the moment when each other's spirit is relaxed and pushing hard, only then can we win.After Junbao went down the mountain, Qisuo observed the muscle changes and breath transfer in his body alone, and did not waste this effort. Gou Kong looked at Qi Suo with mixed feelings. How did this little monk covered in gold lacquer cultivate himself?When everyone was talking about corruption and absurdity, how much bullying did the Eighth Bronze Man endure and try to make himself stronger?Even if, even if he is destined to only stay in this small room, eighteen years. "I lost." Gou Kong bowed deeply, the guilt for Qisuo in his heart was far more than the admiration. Qisuo was stunned. "There will be many hardships in the days to come, please stick to your own path." Gou Kong couldn't look Qisuo directly in the eyes, and left sadly. Qisuo looked at the back of Gou Kong leaving, and then at his own hands. "Junbao, run faster, or I will catch up with you." Qisuo said to himself. From the second day after Gou Kong left, powerful enemies came to break through the level one after another. Brother Goufeng, who is good at the powerful vajra palm of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, wrestled with Qisuo for two whole incense sticks before returning exhausted and in vain. Goudu, who studied the Pikong Palm method among the seventy-two stunts, smashed hundreds of palms in front of Qisuo, smashing Qisuo until his head was bleeding, but in the end Qisuo seized the opportunity and twisted his body with strange moves. Broken hand, thrown out of the checkpoint. Nianhuazhi is the most profound kung fu among the seventy-two stunts. Qisuo was almost knocked out of his wits by senior brother Yuanzhen who is good at this skill. Fortunately, Qisuo's ghosts and spirits used the short and narrow space of the small room to continuously leap and confuse the enemy. Yuanzhen, who has little actual combat experience, used up his true energy, and then broke Yuanzhen's fingers and kicked him out of the checkpoint. Apart from the abbot, Senior Brother Yuanfeng, an expert in One Finger Zen, is the most difficult to deal with.Yuanfeng's conservative, cautious, and pedantic personality is fully reflected in his stingy Bala's attacks. Qisuo can't find a gap to fight against him. , It's just a desperate defense of a small inch of land.Yuan Feng was also very distressed. The most powerful part of One Finger Zen is the invisible air sword, but firstly, it loses most of its power due to its intangibility and quality, and secondly, he does not have the profound inner strength of the abbot. Qisuo's true energy defense is not a threat at all, if you want to point directly at Qisuo's body, Qisuo's defense is extremely tight.The two were at a stalemate and fought until dawn the next day. "Hey, can you save face?" Yuanfeng's forehead was covered with sweat, and the puddle of sweat on the ground was wet and then dry and wet again. "Since we've come in, let's win or lose. How about we compete with each other?" Qisuo suggested, and he was too tired to be human.His zhenqi was a little weaker than Yuanfeng, if it wasn't for the novelty and incomprehensibility of his slow fist kung fu, he would never be able to straighten it out. "Do you think that you can definitely beat me if you compare your wrist strength?" Senior Brother Yuanfeng's brows were wet with sweat. "So what?" Qisuo was weak. Just like that, Yuanfeng was lifted out of the checkpoint.