Dream Journey from Shaolin

Chapter 15 Bamboo Forest Dog Meat
"Think about it yourself. Among the actual combat skills and moves that my teacher taught you just now, there is the trick of combining strength and softness. I went to see Xiaohu. When I was carrying water, I saw that he didn't keep up!"

After Tanzong and Jiang Ming greeted each other, Shi Shiran left the training ground,

When he got to a place where no one was around, Tan Zong first covered his waist, then rubbed his arms, stretched the trembling muscles due to excessive force, and sighed:

"After all, I'm still old. This brat's strength is really getting stronger and stronger, and his body has become a lot stronger. Just a few punches, if I didn't defuse them with soft strength, I almost missed it!"

"Buddha, how many times has my little brother been knocked to the ground by the master just now?"

Liao Kong, who was also playing swords on the martial arts field, asked in a low voice to Se Kong, who was practicing sticks beside him,

"35 time!"

The corners of Sekong's mouth twitched slightly,
"Could it be that little brother's body is made of iron? No matter how I look at him, he seems to be fine!"

Liao Kong glanced at Jiang Ming, who was gesturing to punch at the other end of the martial arts field, his tone was full of surprise,

"Oh, I've always wondered if my junior brother has become a monster. Look at his strength. I guess the five-stone stone can't stop him now. It's really scary, but he just doesn't grow up!"

Wukong, who was playing with a sword, also came over at this time, jokingly said,
At this time, Jiang Ming in the distance seemed to have realized something, an Arhat punched, and hit the wooden dummy next to him for boxing practice, firmly,

Wrapped in a thick layer of oiled hemp rope, the wooden dummy, which was thicker than a thigh, was blasted in half by Jiang Ming's punch.
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

A series of gasping sounds sounded in the training ground,
As if Jiang Ming didn't realize it, he continued to sink into his own world, making gestures on his own,
"I said, if you are hit by this punch, you will die immediately!"

"Undead probably only have a few breaths left!"

Several monks stopped their weapons and shook their heads in unison.
"Senior brother Sekong, help me try it out, I feel like I have some insight into the combination of hardness and softness!"

While a few monks were gossiping, Jiang Ming in the distance seemed to have figured out something, and hurriedly waved to this side and shouted,
Se Kong's expression changed suddenly, and he raised his legs and ran outside the training ground.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable, you can find other senior brothers to practice with you!"

"Uh, okay, senior brother Kong."

"The monk seemed to be looking for me just now, you should look for Brother Wukong!"

Let's talk, I ran out when I was empty,

Immediately afterwards, several other monks seemed to have agreed, and ran out at the same time,

After a while, only Jiang Ming with his hands raised and his face full of question marks was left on the training ground.
"What's the matter? Have I offended them recently?"

After recovering from his senses, Jiang Ming looked at the wooden stake that had just been broken by his punch with all his strength, and sighed in his heart.
"Brute force alone is not enough!"

For more than four months, he has been carrying water, chopping firewood, standing uprights, and boxing day and night. The pragmatic foundation has allowed his body to grow a lot in terms of strength.

At this time, if his body explodes with full strength, his strength will be at least double that of when he first arrived at Shaolin Temple. Of course, this is not only because of his physical growth, but also because he has mastered it through this period of training. Techniques that can erupt stronger power,
Just like an ordinary person, who doesn't know any skills, can punch five points of strength with one punch, while a person who practices martial arts can achieve the unity of waist and horse through the control of body muscles. hit ten or even twelve points of force,

Jiang Ming felt that the power he could unleash with one punch was at least twice that of Tan Zong, but when he was fighting with Tan Zong, he had almost no power to fight back.
If Tan Zong was the enemy and had weapons like sharp knives in his hands, Jiang Ming felt that at his current level, if he couldn't sustain a few moves, he would be wiped off his neck, just like his father was easily killed by the man in black in his memory. as dead
This is also the reason why when he was practicing Arhat Boxing before, he never thought of asking his brothers to learn from each other to improve himself, because he felt that although he was stronger, he was far from being an opponent of the monks in terms of skills.

It's night, inside the monk's house,

Jiang Ming, who had just finished taking a shower, was suddenly emptied, grabbed his arm, and dragged him towards the mountain behind the temple without saying a word.

"Senior Brother Liaokong, Senior Brother Liaokong, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ming was a little confused and asked,

"Hurry up, don't ask so many questions, you'll know when you get to the place, and you'll definitely be satisfied!"

Liaokong kept walking, and let out a "hehe" laugh,

Dark night, bath, two men, back mountain, you are satisfied, this is what I want.
10 minutes later, in the mangosteen forest behind Shaolin Temple,
Jiang Ming and eleven other senior brothers hid in the grass, watched Wang Xiaohu turn the delicious dog meat roasted on the fire, and gradually let go of their trembling hearts.
Wang Xiaohu roasting dog meat, this familiar scene, it seems that he is going to worship Shaolin,

Within a month, Wang Xiaohu's body had basically returned to normal.
So this morning, under the orders of monks in Shaolin Temple not to support idlers, I followed the monks and started to go down the mountain to carry water and chop firewood.
He has practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, and he still has some foundation in martial arts, but compared with Shaolin authentic Kungfu, there is still a gap between private folk kung fu, so that when carrying water, his performance is not much better than that of Jiang Ming at the beginning. Under the circumstances, he distanced himself from the monks far away,
And Wang Xiaohu, who fell at the end, just happened to meet Bai Wuxia, the daughter of Tanzong. The shepherdess Bai Wuxia saw that Wang Xiaohu was interesting and couldn't keep up with the team, so she started to play tricks in her heart.
"Ah Huang, go and chase him!"

Ah Huang, the big wolf dog squatting next to Bai Wuxia, heard his master's order, let out a dog bark, and rushed towards Wang Xiaohu.
Wang Xiaohu saw the big wolf dog chasing towards him quickly with its bloody mouth open, and immediately screamed in fright, bursting out with all its potential, chasing after the monks in front, causing Bai Wuxia to cover his mouth and laugh,

Ah Huang pursued Wang Xiaohu desperately. After Wang Xiaohu ran back to the temple, he wanted to subdue him by tricks, but he missed and killed Ah Huang.
Fearing that the monks of Shaolin Temple would find out that he had killed a life, he had to secretly transport Ah Huang's body to the back mountain for burial.

However, halfway through the burial, Wang Xiaohu felt that this was a pity. After all, in this chaotic era, many people can't even drink porridge. Since Ah Huang is dead, it would be better to bury him in the soil than in his stomach.
So after some remorse and apology, he dug up Ah Huang's body again, took it to a hidden place deep in the bamboo forest, set up dry firewood, and changed from burial to cremation.

(End of this chapter)