I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 9 Half-faced Monk

Canglang!

The girl with the prettiest appearance and best temperament, who simply tied a ponytail with a red rope, suddenly drew her sword, then held the tip of the sword downward, faced Li Lang, cupped her fists with both hands and pushed forward.

"Junshui Sword Sect, Sima Sanya, please give me some advice."

Li Lang looked at the beautiful girl who called herself 'Sima Sanya' in astonishment and had not yet reacted.

On the other hand, the round-faced girl immediately pulled Sima Sanya’s sleeve and said: "Master...Senior sister! You are here again!"

Sima Sanya: "His eyes are wrong! I feel his fighting spirit!"

The round-faced girl seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks immediately turned red, but she still insisted: "Have you forgotten what the master told you before going out?"

Sima Sanya still stared at Li Lang, waiting for Li Lang to step forward to challenge.

However, Li Lang was not a hot-blooded straw hat boy. He just said that someone at the wine table invited him to fight, and he immediately followed him and poured wine. Even if the titanium alloy hit his stomach, it would burn a big hole.

If he hadn't known how to refuse, Li Lang would have been ruined long ago.

How many days has he been practicing martial arts?

Even though he has achieved great success, he has no actual combat experience at all.

beat?
Beat the ass!
Seeing that Li Lang didn't even clench his fists, he just continued to look up and down, with the attitude that it's none of his business and you're not talking to me.

The warlike intention in Sima Sanya's eyes gradually faded, and after a moment he said: "You have practiced martial arts quite well, don't be regretful."

After saying that, he put away his sword and then returned to his original posture.

It's not the state of a cold beauty, but a social state that seems to have been deliberately taught.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth. No matter who looked at her, she would nod slightly to show kindness, and then... the two junior sisters who followed her would act as her right-hand man to solve trivial social matters for her.

Senior Brother Zhao looked at Li Lang a few more times because of Sima Sanya's words, but that was all.

Just now Sima Sanya drew his sword. Although it was not directed at Li Lang, Senior Brother Zhao didn't react at all.

Li Lang frowned slightly as he watched the four of them go up and gradually disappear into the clouds and mist.

The moment Sima Sanya drew his sword, Li Lang felt the zhenqi in his arms beating more violently, as if his attention was being sucked away spontaneously, which reduced the pressure on his acupoints a lot.

"Is it an illusion...or is this a way to use combat as a substitute for training?"

Once martial arts is accomplished, true energy will spontaneously pour into the acupoints, and the restraint pressure will increase.

If it's a combat situation, and this true energy has other uses, it will be used to contain and reduce stress?
"Just give it a try if you find a chance. I wonder if the clones can practice on their own in a sweatshop." Li Lang thought to himself.

"From the look in your eyes, I know you must have seen something just now."

"Can you tell me about it?" In the mist-shrouded mountain forest, a monk wearing white monk robes and a scarf covering the right half of his face, holding a silver Zen staff, strode out.

As he walked, the layers of mist seemed to be crawling around his feet, forming a white carpet.

Even though only half of his face was exposed, he still looked like a 'beautiful monk' who was so handsome that he even felt a bit enchanting.

Even in an unorthodox monk temple like Qingyang Temple, this monk was still the most handsome one Li Lang had ever seen.

It was also from this monk that Li Lang truly felt the grace and charm of walking, sitting and lying, and the true naturalness and naturalness taught by the great monks after evening classes every day.

It's not so rigid. It's natural and freehand, but it also has specifications.

Just like, if you want to write cursive well, you must first practice regular script very well.

Faced with the question posed by the monk who suddenly appeared and covered half of his face but was still strange, Li Lang was silent for a while and then replied: "Knowing shame and then being brave?"

Although he didn't feel there was anything to be ashamed of, but if the monk cared about face, he would go along with the words.

"Shame?" The monk, who covered half of his face but was still charming and handsome, sneered.

"Do you know how people outside call me from the Qingyang Temple lineage?" the half-faced monk asked. Li Lang shook his head.

"A hundred-year-old monk!" said the half-faced monk.

When Li Lang heard this, he thought, could it be related to the longevity merit mentioned by the great monk Huikong before? The monks in Qingyang Temple all have a long life?

But how does this relate to the previous topic?
Or is there another ambiguity?
Combining what Banmian Monk said before, Li Lang realized something.

Li Lang asked in unison: "Why?"

You need to be aware of your compliments. No matter whether you have guessed the answer or not, don't be clever and say it out at this time.

"Because it's shameless!" The Half-faced Monk said as expected, and burst out laughing himself. Apparently he was not ashamed, but rather proud of it.

"It's a nickname, and it's so roundabout. It seems that our Qingyang Temple is very strong!" Li Lang responded with a unique perspective.

These words made the half-faced monk's laughter stop, and he looked at Li Lang again: "Sure enough... you are very interesting!"

"Tell me, were you thinking just now about how to coax those little girls into..."

"Ahem...I'm not! I'm not! Stop talking nonsense!" Li Lang immediately said three times.

Although Qingyang Temple seems to have a bad reputation outside.

But in the future, when I really go out, my identity will be given by myself.

Li Lang still wanted to save some moral integrity so he could open a trumpet outside.

"Have you ever thought about it? You know it yourself. You know it, and Buddha also knows it."

"Little guy, monks don't tell lies!" The half-faced monk's mouth was curved and he smiled like a silver fox.

But then, he immediately stopped his smile and looked at Li Lang with a serious face: "No matter what you think, no matter how you look, you must remember to restrain your eyes and don't reveal your purpose too obviously. Only by staying in awe can you Live longer.”

"Our monks at Qingyang Temple have another name besides the centenary monk."

"Monk Huangquan!"

After saying that, he strode past Li Lang.

He quickly disappeared at the end of the road, as if the conversation just now had never happened.

He is ruthless, cold and indifferent.

Li Lang wiped his bald head, which was slightly cold, as if he had missed the opportunity.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine!"

Calculating the time, Li Lang planned to go to the dining hall to tell stories, hang out for a few more meals, and then go back to the dormitory.

A few days ago, Li Lang had become familiar with the masters and masters in charge of the restaurant. When they drank 'pot water', Li Lang was also given a share.

Although it is a vegetarian diet, the amount is larger and can be consumed.

For several days, there were no more surprises.

Li Lang studied hard and practiced hard. The clones in the sweatshop fought each other in pairs, which not only provided him with a lot of training experience, but also accumulated some practical experience.

These clones have no emotions, but they are not without brains. In an absolutely rational state, although the accumulated practical experience will be greatly reduced when it comes to the self, it is still of great help.

I just don’t know how much of this practical experience can be transformed into a fight with a real opponent.

Half a month later, Li Lang's sleeve-flushing technique reached a perfect level, and the accumulated energy was enough to open two acupoints.

We must be more careful in controlling the true energy. Otherwise, no matter which two acupoints are opened when the true qi enters the acupoints, at least in terms of Fuxiu Gong, it will be basically impossible to open the last remaining acupoint. .

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