Mixed Martial Arts: I am achieving great results in Shaolin

Chapter 5 Someone wants to be beaten!
The next day, at Yin hour, the sky was bright and the morning bells were far away in the mountains and forests.

Chen Mo opened the door with sleepy eyes and vaguely saw a white figure outside the door.

Chen Mo's sleepyheads were all scared away:
"Emma, ​​what a monster!"

"Little Master!"

After seeing clearly that it was Zhou Zhiruo, Chen Mo sneered:
"Donor Zhou, you, why are you here?"

There are only so many temples in Shaolin, and there is obviously not enough accommodation for everyone.

As a disciple of the Shen generation, he basically built his own hut in the Songshan area as a living place.

Zhou Zhiruo replied respectfully:
"Zhiruo asked several disciples of the Shen generation before she found out where the young master lives."

With that said, Zhou Zhiruo handed the bamboo basket in his hand to Chen Mo:

"Little Master, this is a vegetarian meal made by Zhiruo herself."

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo's face was a little tired and her lips were dry, Chen Mo asked:

"How long did you wait?"

Zhou Zhiruo: "It starts when you are ugly."

Chen Mo glanced at the bamboo basket, and Zhou Zhiruo said quickly:

"Don't worry, little master, Zhiruo has been using real air temperature to cook her fast food, it won't get cold."

This week Zhiruo never mentioned anything about giving advice, and even specially prepared a meal to wait outside the door with a respectful attitude, which gave Chen Mo enough face.

Chen Mo is a typical person who takes soft things rather than hard things.

This lonely man and widowed woman got together twice, and the system did not trigger any tasks. Chen Mo could rest assured that he did not have to break his sexual precepts in Shaolin.

You might as well learn how to handle it, get over it as soon as possible, and send Zhou Zhiruo away.

"Almsgiver Zhou is so sincere, it would be a bit unkind for the young monk to refuse again."

Zhou Zhiruo finally showed joy on her face:
"Little master agreed? Thank you very much, little master!"

Chen Mo said helplessly:
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. The young monk has something to say first. Although the two Nine-Yang Skills of Shaolin Emei are derived from the Nine-Yang Manual, their differences are not small. The young monk can run the three Zhouyang Heavens of Shaolin. How much he can realize depends on himself. "

Zhou Zhiruo bowed to Chen Mo gratefully:

"Zhiruo understands, thank you little master for helping me."

Speaking of which, it feels good to be an expert. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo waiting respectfully this time, Chen Mo felt very comfortable.

Chen Mo sat down on the spot and began to mobilize the true energy in his Dantian to run the "Shaolin Nine Yang Kung".

Zhou Zhiruo carefully sat cross-legged aside, carefully feeling the strange fluctuations emanating from Chen Mo's body.

The first time, the second time.
Just as Chen Mo started running for the third time, hurried footsteps sounded in the silent forest.

"Junior sister Zhiruo, why are you here?"

The visitor approached without any scruples. Chen Mo quickly stopped and opened his eyes dissatisfied.

Next to Zhou Zhiruo, a young Taoist priest with a handsome face was already standing.

"Senior Brother Song, why are you here?"

"I just entered Shaolin and heard that you were defeated by a young monk named Shen. I'll come."

Zhou Zhiruo noticed that Chen Mo's face was getting colder and colder, and quickly interrupted:
"Oh, Senior Brother Song, stop talking, little master is giving me some pointers."

Zhou Zhiruo turned around and apologized repeatedly to Chen Mo:

"Little Master, Zhiruo never thought that Senior Brother Song would suddenly come and disturb Young Master. Zhiruo will apologize to you on behalf of Senior Brother Song."

Although the operation of the skills is not as good as direct practice, if the operator is not good at learning and is interfered for no reason, there is a risk that the true energy will go astray.

Any practitioner should be able to feel the fluctuations emanating from Chen Mo's body just now.

If you have any brains, you shouldn't disturb me.

Chen Mo didn't have any mood advice, so he said calmly:
"It's okay. Donor Zhou is very talented and smart, and he's not bad at this last time. Please come back."

Zhou Zhiruo was not anxious yet, but the young Taoist priest beside her was anxious:

"Junior sister Zhiruo, it was this little monk who defeated you yesterday, right? Why did you ask him for advice? What do you think of his attitude? Let's go. My father knows many Shaolin monks. Don't let this little monk lead you away."

Chen Mo's mouth twitched when he heard:

"Which young master with a higher eye is speaking so rudely? Taoist, Wudang, Song Dynasty. It can't be Song Qingshu, right?"

"Senior Brother Song!"

Zhou Zhiruo was really anxious now:

"The little master was just working on the technique, but you didn't interrupt without saying anything, and even made sarcastic remarks. How can you let Zhiruo still have the nerve to let the little master give instructions?"

Chen Mo didn't say a word, got up and went back to the house.

"Little Master!"

Zhou Zhiruo quickly picked up the bamboo basket and chased after him:
"Little Master, today is all because of Zhiruo. This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is from Zhiruo's heart. Please accept it. Zhiruo will leave immediately! It will not be an eyesore to Little Master."

Osmanthus cake!
"Senior Brother Song" and Zhou Zhiruo were childhood sweethearts, but since childhood, he had only eaten the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Zhou Zhiruo once!
He got it from his father!Now Zhou Zhiruo actually made sweet-scented osmanthus cake for Chen Mo.

Jealousy changes people beyond recognition, and "Senior Brother Song" felt angry in his heart, unable to express his anger:
"I heard that young monk Chen Mo is a master of Shaolin Shen generation, Wudang, and Song Qingshu, so I came here to ask for advice!"

Chen Mo turned around and said with a half-smile:

"You want to fight me, right?"

Song Qingshu said firmly:

"Junior Sister Zhiruo was defeated by you. I came here to learn from Monk Chen Mo's clever tricks! But I didn't expect that Junior Sister Zhiruo would be here."

He is really Song Qingshu!

The best among Wudang's new disciples, the biological son of the Wudang leader's first disciple!

"Don't tell me that you are Song Yuanqiao's biological son, even Zhang Sanfeng's biological son will be beaten by me!"

Originally, I could have sweet-scented osmanthus cake to eat this morning, and it would also make Zhou Zhiruo owe me a favor.

The good mood was completely ruined by Song Qingshu.

Now that Song Qingshu wants to be beaten, how can Chen Mo not do it?

Chen Mo kicked off his feet and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"Good come!"

Although Chen Mo was very powerful, Song Qingshu was not afraid at all!
Song Qingshu put up a posture, and the aura emanating from his body fluctuated, as if he had entered the late stage of enlightenment!
He is at least six levels higher than Chen Mo!

"I have mastered Wudang's mental skills, and my cultivation is also one step ahead. How can this Chen Mo be my opponent? Wait for me to defeat him."

Song Qingshu's thoughts were cut off by Chen Mo's arrogant claws.

Song Qingshu wanted to use Wudang Palm Technique to test Chen Mo's weakness first, but he didn't expect that Chen Mo grabbed his wrist as soon as he fired the palm.

Before Song Qingshu could react, an irresistible force pulled him into the air.

Chen Mo was unyielding and grabbed Song Qingshu's belt with one claw, forcibly pulling it out of the air and slamming it to the ground.

Song Qingshu was fooled by this series of attacks!

Just as Song Qingshu was about to get up, Chen Mo twisted his hands backwards smoothly, and his left hand formed a claw to clasp Song Qingshu's joined wrists.

Is "Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand" a wasted reputation?
Being restrained by his top-notch grappling skills, Song Qingshu could only lie on the ground, unable to turn over.

Chen Mo raised his free right hand and slapped him on the back of the head!

"You're shouting, right?"

"Are you asking for advice?"

"What an attitude, huh?"

"It's a distraction, right?"

Every time Chen Mo said something, he would give Song Qingshu a slap on the head.

Chen Mo still knew the importance of it, so he didn't use his true energy or use any force.

But Song Qingshu's head was still buzzing after being slapped on the head all the time.

"Little master, stop fighting, stop fighting."

Zhou Zhiruo came over to persuade her, but it was useless!
After slapping him back and forth for more than twenty times, Chen Mo stopped and shouted:
"Apologize!"

Having lost such a big face in front of the person he admired, Song Qingshu felt so dissatisfied that he was not willing to apologize:

"I was careless just now and didn't dodge. If you have the guts to let me go, let's fight for another three hundred rounds!"

Zhou Zhiruo was so anxious that she almost cried:
"Senior Brother Song, please apologize. You were wrong first. Besides, how can you be the young master's opponent?"

Song Qingshu: "I have the true biography of Wudang, how can I not defeat even a junior monk from Luohan Hall! Just now, this junior monk attacked without following the rules. Come on, let me get up and fight again!"

Although Chen Mo is usually respectful to his elders and kind to his peers, it doesn't mean that he really has a good temper!

If you don't mess with him, you can say anything.

So Chen Mo raised his hand again.

"Shouting, right?"

"Not convinced, are you?"

"Stand up and show me!"

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Song Qingshu roared continuously and kept kicking his legs like a frog, but he was unable to turn over because of Chen Mo's pressure.

At this moment, an urgent shout came from the forest:

"Stop! Don't hurt my son!"

(End of this chapter)