Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 5, Chapters 34~[-], One Qi Dingyang Stake [Entering the Hall and Entering the Room ([-])].

Monk Jielong frowned, seemingly reluctant, but he did it again.

After he finished the second time, a voice sounded in Ning Chuan's mind again.

【Ding! 】

[Extract a Qi Dingyang Pile*1]!
The data on the panel changes accordingly again.

【Enter the house (1/4)】.

"Sure enough, it will change every time I extract it, but if I practice by myself, I don't know if it can change?"

Ning Chuan's eyes flickered.

"Did you understand it the second time? It's okay if you don't understand it. Practice first by yourself, as much as you can practice, or ask other people to confirm it. Ask me tomorrow if you don't understand anything!"

Jielong's tone was indifferent.

"Yes, Big Brother!"

The two of Ning Chuan spoke honestly.

Although Ning Chuan still wanted to pester Jielong to do it again, the Jielong in front of him was obviously a little impatient.

This is a villain.

Don't look at him being very kind to the two of us now, if you really annoy him, there will really be a 'temple bullying' situation.

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, have you learned it yet?"

As soon as Jielong left, Jiegou couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"No."

Ning Chuan smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again.

Although he has already understood these 72 movements, he will naturally not perform them easily at this time.

If he performed a complete 72 movements as soon as he came up, it would be strange not to attract the attention of others.

After only watching it twice, you have learned to fix Yang Zhuan with one breath?

Do you think you are a genius through the ages?

The dog on one side sighed softly, and could only grope for practice in this open space.

But Ning Chuan couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the other people in the yard.

There are probably hundreds of people practicing martial arts in the entire courtyard.

There are about 30 to [-] people practicing Zhuang Gong like them.

These people should also be people who are not motivated.

The rest have already started to practice claw skills against iron pots and big trees, and those people must have practiced vigorously a long time ago.

Ning Chuan struggled hard in his heart, and finally couldn't help but walked to the side, showing a harmless smile on his face.

He first came behind a burly man.

The big man was concentrating on practicing Zhuang Gong, and he didn't realize that someone suddenly came behind him, and with a sweep of his hand, he swept Zhong Ningchuan's body on the spot.

【Ding! 】

【Random paste speed value*1】.

The big man was furious, and suddenly turned around, "Blind?"

Ning Chuan repeatedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry."

"Are you new here?"

The big man quickly frowned, feeling that Ning Chuan was strange.

"In Xiajiechuan, I don't know how to call this senior brother?"

"Hmph, don't come here to get close, I'm quitting, let me tell you, it's better to stay away from the old man, so as not to have any unpleasant things happen in the future!"

The big man Jie Niu snorted coldly, turned around and continued to practice.

Ning Chuan heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the other practitioners of Zhuang Gong, and frowned.

From the looks of it now, these people who haven't developed 'strength' are almost like ordinary people.

Touching it can only paste 1 point of strength or 1 point of speed.

He suddenly turned his attention to the group of official warriors, thinking hard in his heart.

If you want to touch, touch these people...

But if you disturb them, will you be beaten to death by them?
Ning Chuan frowned for a moment.

But after a while, he suddenly had an idea, turned his head back, and started to pretend to practice pile kung fu.

The whole day's work passed quickly.

Next time.

A crisp chime sounded.

The monks who were practicing martial arts in the courtyard finally all breathed a sigh of relief, sweaty all over, they all stopped and walked outside.

Everyone is tired and hungry.

Ning Chuan immediately ran forward.

When he passed the narrow courtyard gate, he subconsciously pushed forward, and his shoulders slightly rubbed against the monks beside him unconsciously.

Suddenly, bursts of incomparably pleasant voices began to ring in his mind one after another.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 1]

[Random paste power value * 7]

[Random paste speed value*8]

...

After seven or eight voices rang out in succession, Ning Chuan finally passed through the courtyard gate, feeling ecstatic in his heart.

He looked back subconsciously, and after seeing that there were no abnormalities among the monks, his heart pounded, and he rubbed back towards the courtyard again.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 9]

[Random paste speed value...]

There were several voices in succession.

Suddenly, a broad hand grabbed his shoulder, five fingers were like iron tongs, and squeezed tightly with a pop, Ning Chuan in pain took a deep breath.

"Little monkey, why are you running back and forth? Don't you know there are too many people now? Don't you know let the brothers go first?"

The one pinching his shoulders was an extremely rough man, about 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles, ferocious fingers, a scar on his face, and piercing eyes, looking at Ning Chuan.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 18]

Ning Chuan couldn't help his eyelids twitching.

"Senior brother, I accidentally forgot something in the yard."

He said carefully.

"Hmph, don't run back and forth next time, when you want to run, wait until the others are gone!"

The burly man snorted coldly, then let go, and his tall body left the place.

Although Ning Chuan felt pain in his shoulders, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy when he saw the changes in the panel in front of him.

Name: Ning Chuan

Cultivator's cultivation base: Late stage of Qi training (full mana value 1200)

Current Mana: 0
Cultivation Techniques: Zihua Secret Code (Level [-])
...

Warrior's cultivation base: not yet started

Current Strength: 78
Current speed: 36
Cultivation method: one Qi Dingyang pile [entering the hall and entering the room (1/4)].

...

Not to mention anything else, this strength alone is several times stronger than before.

However, although his strength has increased, he still doesn't feel the existence of 'strength'.

"From this point of view, if you want to feel the energy, you can only continue to practice the Qi-fixing Yang Stake..."

Ning Chuan thought.

He was eager to try it immediately, and rushed towards the dining hall.

After a day of training, the Vajra Temple will provide a special medicine room, and after eating, Ning Chuan unexpectedly found another place where he can pluck wool.

That is the bathhouse!
After practicing martial arts for a day, these evil monks still take a bath.

However, during the process of going to the bathhouse to gather wool, Ning Chuan was really disgusted.

A bunch of bastards can actually pick up soap?
Thinking of their steel-like muscles, picking up soap is simply terrifying.

On the first day alone, his companion, Jie the dog, was picked up with soap.

Fortunately, Ning Chuan was alert enough and slipped out immediately.

Until he ran far away, he could hear the wild laughter of a group of evil monks.

"Oh shit."

Ning Chuan couldn't help cursing secretly.

However, fortunately, he just applied a lot of power.

Warrior's cultivation base: not yet started

Current Strength: 105
Current speed: 49
Cultivation method: Qi Dingyang Pile [Entering the Hall (1/4)]

...

"This strength has reached 105, how many catties should it be?"

Ning Chuan frowned suddenly, and decided to go to the training ground to find a hundred-jin boulder to try.

Just as he was rushing towards the training ground.

Inside the bathhouse.

The 1.9-meter-tall evil monk I met before sat on a chair beside him, touched the bald head on his head, and said, "What's the name of that little monkey that ran away just now? It looks like it has red lips and white teeth. It's his grandma's." , whiter and tenderer than the little lady at the foot of the mountain."

"Hehe, Brother Jieshou, don't worry, that kid can run past the first day of the junior high school, but can't run past the fifteenth day. After all, he is going to take a bath. Even if he doesn't take a bath, how can he run away if we carry him here ourselves?"

Next to him, another evil monk, Jie Biao, showed a strong smile.

Everyone else laughed out loud.

They have trained all their muscles, and they can't exhaust their energy. If they don't find some ways to play, they will suffocate themselves to death.

"It's best to get him here within five days. After five days, he's going to take part in the action. What if he dies outside unfortunately?"

Jie Shou, who is 1.9 meters tall, squeezed out a smile.

"Brother, don't worry, I'll get him tomorrow!"

Jie Biao next to him laughed.

"Ah."

Jie Shou nodded in satisfaction.

In the silent martial arts arena.

Along the way, Ning Chuan first tried the one-hundred-jin millstone.

As a result, both arms were stretched out, and the hundred-jin millstone was picked up very easily.

After that, two hundred catties and three hundred catties were all fine.

In the end, his left and right hands actually carried a two-hundred-jin millstone in each.

Ning Chuan was shocked, and put down the two millstones again.

"I haven't practiced 'strength' yet, and my strength is already so great. If I develop 'strength', wouldn't it be stronger?"

Strength, everyone has it.

But it must be cultivated to form strands in the body, just like flood snakes.

The current Ning Chuan is at best only physically strong, with dead strength.

He has to go through pile exercises, practice this body's dead energy, and practice it so that it can be freely retracted and twisted into strands, so that it can be regarded as successful in training.

Once you have succeeded in practicing strength, it is not as simple as two hundred catties or three hundred catties.

"But after this exercise, what should the next realm be?"

Ning Chuan felt that it was necessary to figure out the realm of these warriors as soon as possible.

He suddenly remembered the matter of Zhuang Gong again, and immediately returned to the residence in a hurry.

After he returned to the residence, he immediately closed the door from the inside, and only then did he practice the Qi-fixing-yang pile very seriously in the room.

There are a total of 72 movements, and they will all be done soon.

But after finishing, Ning Chuan looked at the panel and frowned again.

The panel has not changed.

The one-strength Dingyang stake is still [Entering the Hall (1/4)].

He didn't believe in evil in his heart, and did it three times in a row in the room again.

But after three times, there was still no change.

"I rely on!"

Ning Chuan was completely dumbfounded.

Could it be that this plug-in can only be extracted from the outside world?

Can't you practice by yourself?

"No, it shouldn't be that tricky. Most of the proficiency can be increased by self-cultivation. It should just be a matter of frequency."

If it's useless to practice by yourself, then what kind of system is it?

It's almost the same as cheating!

Ning Chuan continued to do it over and over in the room.

At least most of the night has passed.

Finally, the panel in front of him changed again.

One Qi Dingyang Pile [Entering the Hall and Entering the Room (2/4)].

Depend on!
Ning Chuan was tired and covered in sweat.

Sure enough, he guessed the same.

If you practice by yourself, you have to practice countless times before you can change.

But if you watch others practice, you only need to watch it completely once, and you can advance to a higher level.

Ning Chuan frowned immediately.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he listened carefully, only to hear painful groans coming from the next room.

Ning Chuan's face immediately changed.

Is this a quit dog?

He struggled in his heart, more or less curious, quietly opened the door, walked towards the dog shelter next door, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Senior Brother Jiegou..."

"Jie... Junior Brother Jiechuan, you...why haven't you slept yet..."

There was a miserable voice in the room, with a bit of trembling.

"Brother Jiegou, are you okay? I'm here to visit you..."

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, you...you don't want to come in...I...it's inconvenient for me to get out of bed..."

Ning Chuan was silent for a while.

"Brother Jiegou, are you in pain?"

The room also suddenly fell silent.

After a while, there was an astringent voice.

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, you should be more careful these few days, don't take a bath anymore..."

Ning Chuan was secretly awe-inspiring.

One doesn't need to think about it, but this quitting the dog will definitely cause psychological shadows.

Whether you can walk tomorrow is a problem.

He thanked, turned and went back to the room.

In the second half of the night, Ning Chuan fell into a dazed sleep.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Early the next morning.

Ning Chuan came to the yard alone, glanced around, and found that Jiegou didn't come.

In addition to this discovery, he also discovered one thing that made his heart shudder.

That was the 1.9-meter tall man I met yesterday, who seemed to be eyeing me.

Not only him, but a group of other muscular guys around him were also looking at him, showing strong smiles.

Reminiscent of last night, the scene of these beasts stringing candied haws together, Ning Chuan's scalp suddenly felt numb.

"Damn, they want to fuck me too?"

Ning Chuan was startled and angry.

He pretended not to see it, and continued to do the first dozen movements of the Yang Dingzhuan.

soon.

Brother Jielong finally came again from a distance.

As soon as he came, he frowned and said, "What about the dog? Why didn't he come?"

"Return to Senior Brother, Senior Brother Jiegou is sick."

Ning Chuan responded.

"sick?"

Jielong showed suspicion, but quickly understood what was going on. He stared at Ning Chuan, with a half-smile, and said, "Why? Are you not sick?"

"Ahem, I'm not sick for the time being, senior brother, help me, I don't want to take a bath."

Ning Chuan hurriedly called for help.

From the words of Jielong, he also understood that Jielong must know about it.

The only one he can turn to right now is Jielong.

Otherwise, if those bastards really want to carry themselves to take a bath, they will be finished.

"Don't ask me. Now that others haven't hurt you, what's the use of begging me? Besides, they just take you to take a bath, and nothing will happen, so don't worry too much, let's talk about the merits first. Now, how is your practice?"

Jielong immediately spoke coldly.

Ning Chuan cursed inwardly.

None of the monks in this group of King Kong Temple is normal!
All perverts and monsters!

His grandma's!

Even the matter of taking a bath, it happened that this elder brother did it first.

"Brother, I still haven't practiced yet, can you do it again for me?"

Ning Chuan said pitifully.

"Have you practiced yet? How many moves can you make?"

Jielong frowned.

"Only a dozen can be made."

"Make it out and let me see!"

Ning Chuan immediately started to do it in the open space.

But these dozen or so movements, all of which he did were full of mistakes, and the order was chaotic.

Because only if he made a mistake, Jielong would teach him again from beginning to end.

Sure enough, after seeing what a mess he was doing, Jielong's face darkened, and he said, "Your understanding is really the worst among the people I have met, Jiechuan, are you usually lazy?"

"I can tell you, if you dare to hold back our Jianglongyuan, don't blame me as a big brother for being ungrateful!"

"Now I'll teach you one more time, so please show me!"

call!call!call!
He immediately did it again carefully from beginning to end.

Every movement is extremely standard, formal, and powerful.

After he's done.

【Ding! 】

[Extract a Qi Dingyang Pile*1]!
"do you understand?"

Jielong's face darkened slightly, "It's okay if you don't understand, go to other senior brothers and ask more, don't fumble by yourself!"

"Thank you, Big Brother."

Ning Chuan hastily smiled flatteringly.

"Well, do it yourself."

Jielong responded with a deep voice, turned and left.

He had never seen such a poor understanding person like Ning Chuan.

How did he pass the test?
Looking at Jielong's back, Ning Chuan couldn't help struggling, suddenly stretched out his palm, and gently touched Jielong's back.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 25]

A crisp voice sounded in his mind.

Jielong paused and turned around again, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, big brother, go slowly!"

Ning Chuan laughed quickly.

Jielong snorted coldly, turned around and left again, "Next time, don't shoot others from behind!"

Ning Chuan repeatedly answered yes.

It wasn't until Jielong walked away that he looked at the panel again.

...

Warrior's cultivation base: not yet started

Current Strength: 130
Current speed: 49
Cultivation method: one Qi Dingyang pile [entering the hall and entering the room (3/4)].

"It's still one time away, and the Yang Dingzhuan can be upgraded to another level. I don't know if I can feel the 'strength' after upgrading to the next level!"

Ning Chuan secretly said.

(End of this chapter)