Taoist chanting

Chapter 596 How to make a fist

The monk Fabao stepped forward and stood in front of the woman who suffered from the shock. He had a cold face and said condescendingly, "Again, you little bitch, haven't you eaten yet? Use all your strength and hit! Hit hard!"

In his eyes, there is no secular difference between men and women, only monks and mortals.

Shui Qingru couldn't care less about calming down, and once again punched the burly monk like an iron tower hard, "Bang", she took a step back.

The monk followed like a shadow, urging and cursing: "Speed ​​up, use your breastfeeding strength, and hit hard! Didn't your master teach you how to punch? Look at your punches, which are as sticky as slugs, so soft that you can't do what you want."

Shui Qingru was able to keep calm before, but when she heard the monk insulting her master, she was filled with rage, and she punched wildly with both fists, which fell on the monk like raindrops. She punched and retreated, but she could always hit the following monk chest.

Several people in the pavilion put down their teacups and watched the magic weapon monk being beaten.

Monk Fa Yuan said in a low voice: "The words of the magic weapon are not pleasant, Guanzhu Zhang, don't take it to heart."

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the monk Fabao used the secret method of "teaching by example" in "teaching by precepts and deeds". It must not be because of his face, but because of the favor of monk Fayuan. The effect of teaching by example depends on Shui Qingru's understanding, chuckled Said: "Thank you, master."

"Don't be polite, I can't help you, I can only ask the magic weapon to guide your apprentice."

While the two were talking, Shui Qingru punched more than [-] punches in one breath, and also retreated more than [-] steps, it was no longer possible to continue.

The bones of the whole body were falling apart, and there was pain everywhere, his hands were trembling and he couldn't put it down, his breath was in a mess, blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose, his face was pale, and he was in a terrible state of embarrassment.

"If you choose the path of martial arts, you have to be prepared to endure hardships. I will scatter your whole body's energy. Whether you can survive the pain of 'yielding tendons' and break through to the third-level bone forging level depends on your good fortune. I will pay you back." One punch, let you see how a martial artist should punch."

After the monk Fabao finished speaking, he mercilessly punched Shui Qingru in the chest.

Shui Qingru couldn't dodge at all, she stared fiercely at the big sandbag fist that made the sound of breaking through the air, the world in her eyes slowed down, the trajectory of that punch became mysterious, that is, in an instant, "Boom", she was struck by the fierce Fly with a punch.

The huge force made her feel like her chest was pierced against her back, and she rolled backwards like flying through the clouds.

The pain pierced her heart, her whole body was in torn pain, she almost thought that she would be killed by the pain, but the strange thing was that she could clearly feel the force of that punch, which was superimposed by six different forces, resulting in many changes.

"Plop", the water splashed three feet high.

The water was as clear as being thrown into the sea. Before she fainted from the pain, she firmly remembered the feeling of that punch.

Chu Qing'er rushed out of the pavilion, chased more than a hundred feet away, grabbed the female martial artist who had fainted from falling into the sea, and waved her hand, took out a purple cloak, wrapped it around the drenched and exquisite girl, and flew to the west.

Her master didn't stop her, so she won't meddle in her own business.

She only does what she thinks she should do, but it is inconvenient for Guanzhu Zhang to do it. She felt the same way when she punched a girl so fiercely, and scolded the magic weapon monk in her heart.

Monk Fabao looked at the disappearing figure, and after a while, he frowned and walked back to the pavilion, took out a paper and brush to write a list, handed it to Guanzhu Zhang, and said, "It's a good martial arts seedling, what a pity!"

Zhang Wenfeng understood the meaning of Monk Fabao, but it was a pity that such a good seedling could not be accepted as an apprentice. The secret of "eye contact", took the list with the prescription written on it, thanked him, and flew towards the city.

Lu Changyuan was quite curious. It was very rare to be able to say "not bad" from the mouth of the magic weapon. It was a very high praise. , asked: "That little girl's aptitude is mediocre, but her martial arts path is rough, why can't I see what's good about her?"

"You are not a pure warrior, you can't see normal, it's a pity."

Monk Fabao once again said that it is a pity that he will not reveal the secret of the woman martial artist.

There are a lot of half-baked martial artists in this world, and they call themselves nonsense warriors, martial artists, Confucian warriors, and martial artists, and put gold on their faces.

That female martial artist has a unique talent in martial arts, and she learned swords from a sword cultivator. He knew the way of swordsmanship from the way the woman punched.

He was so depressed that he took out a wine gourd, raised his head and drank heavily.

Monk Fa Yuan and Lu Changyuan looked at each other. What kind of martial arts talent does that little girl have, so that a monk as stubborn as Fa Bao is troubled by this?

"Senior brother..."

"Brother, don't say too much, I can't teach her anymore, she is not a disciple of the Shi family."

Fabao waved his hand and refused, saying: "Tomorrow we leave this place, out of sight and out of mind, it will be considered as missing."

If he stayed any longer, he was worried that he would not be able to resist robbing the Taoist priest who his senior brother said he couldn't fight, and Mr. Lu said he couldn't fight his apprentice. He admitted that his energy-raising skills were not good enough. Can find a suitable martial arts seedling.

Monk Fayuan folded his palms together and said, "I will accompany you on a tour of the Eastern Continent. It is convenient to go wherever you want."

Lu Changyuan smiled, and said: "Master Fayuan, you are not going to guard Scattered Island to prevent monks from Duxian Island from invading. How can you delay the business for us?"

He knew that Fa Yuan accompanied him on the tour, but in fact he intended to supervise him.

"I'll ask Guanzhu Zhang to stand by for a while, it's okay. It's rare for Master Dafa to come across the sea, so I have to do my best as a landlord and accompany him to burn incense and worship Buddha in several ancient temples in Daliang, walk around, and exchange more Buddhist experiences."

"It's good, it's good, brother, it's hard work."

"Junior brother is polite, it should be done."

Monk Fayuan has a sincere smile, and when he meets him, it is his responsibility to help the magic weapon to wash away the dust and see its nature clearly.

Zhang Wenfeng caught up with Chu Qing'er and asked her to take him back to the courtyard on the top of the mountain. He went to several shops in the city to buy the medicinal materials on the list. Some of them are poisonous herbs. He understands the nature of medicine, so he boiled a pot of liquid medicine with his own hands, and asked Chu Qinger to help his unconscious apprentice bathe in medicine.

It's really inconvenient for him and Rong Shuzhi's two elders.

In the afternoon, when Shui Qingru woke up and was able to sit cross-legged on the bed and perform exercises, Chu Qing'er bid farewell and went down the mountain.

In the evening, monk Fayuan came to visit and told about the entrustment.

Zhang Wenfeng fully agreed that it would be great to have Fayuan travel with the two of them to the Eastern Continent, so that they don't have to worry about the magic weapon being used to cause trouble.

Early the next morning, Zhang Wenfeng, Tu Kun and Chu Qing'er went to see them off.

Zhang Wenfeng accompanies Lu Changyuan to fly westward. He heard Fayuan say that Monk Bao has a slight prejudice against him because of what he taught his disciples, so he didn't go to join him, so as not to make trouble for himself, and asked: "Fellow Daoist Lu walked by. There are many places, and you have seen a lot, I don’t know if you have heard the news about the Tongtianmu?"

Lu Changyuan thought about it carefully, and said: "The Tongtian wood, the third in the top ten spirit trees, is probably hard to find in the lower realm, unless it is in the upper realm. I have never heard of anyone having such a strange tree."

Tu Kun said with a smile: "Kung fu pays off, don't worry, take your time to search."

Lu Changyuan waved the white jade fan and sighed: "Hey, there is no news about my thousand-year-old keel, so I can only look for it slowly."

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(End of this chapter)