Six days have passed since Wuwu came out of the Sutra Pavilion. Three days ago, he had already copied the Lotus Sutra one hundred times as required by Huifa. After copying, he was immediately sent back to his original place.
The vegetable garden has been watered and planted again.
In the past few days, Niwu has been waiting for the unknown old monk to disappear, hoping that he would allow him to re-enter the Scripture Pavilion to read books. However, after waiting for so many days, he has not heard any news.
This day was different from usual. After Xuwu had watered all the vegetable fields in the garden early, he happily left the Shaolin Temple and skipped down a mountain road towards the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
Today is the day when he goes home to visit his mother once a month. Since he is still young and his mother Dong Shirui happens to live at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the abbot allows him to go back for three days every month to reunite with his mother.
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Last month he was punished to face the wall, so he couldn't go back. Now that the wall facing has ended, all the scriptures to be copied have been copied, and all the punishments have been accepted, so the temple let him go back and gave him permission to do so.
I can stay at home for four days at a time. Although it is only one day longer than usual, it also makes Xianwu very happy.
He was like a cheerful bird, jumping and running in the jungle, walking through the mountains and forests, with an extremely happy smile on his face.
Although his soul is already more than 20 years old, his greatest happiness since his rebirth has been the time spent with his mother Dong Shirui, so now he is no different from a five-year-old child.
Xianwu's mother, Dong Shirui, lived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, very close to Qiao Feng's home, so he didn't have to walk very long, only about an hour, before he had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.
From a distance, he looked at a small wooden house built against a slope in the mountains and forests in the distance. It was dusk at this time, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell down, reflecting a golden color, just like that in autumn.
Wheat ears have the joy of autumn harvest and the warmth of home.
Xianwu ran over quickly, and smoke curled up from the chimney on the roof. He knew that his mother was cooking. "Mom," Xianwu opened the door and rushed in, shouting loudly.
As soon as he entered the house, he immediately looked to the right and saw his mother, Dong Shirui, coming over upon hearing the sound. Dong Shirui, who was standing by the stove, showed a happy smile when his son came back.
Although she is already a mother, her actual age is only about twenty-three years old. In the 21st century, she can be said to be in her prime of life. Moreover, she is well-maintained and naturally beautiful, even though she is standing next to the stove.
, like a rural woman, but she still can't hide her temperament.
"Chun'er, you're back!" Dong Shirui immediately came forward to greet him, wrapping Xianwu in his arms with both hands, and touching his head with a kind look on his face.
"Mom, I told you that I have already become a monk. Now my name is Xianwu. Don't always call me Chun'er." Xu Wu said with a dissatisfied look on his face and looked at his mother with his little mouth pouting.
"No matter how you become a monk, you are still my mother's son." Dong Shirui ignored his protest. "You go and make the food first, and my mother will cook for you." After saying that, she turned and walked towards the stove.
Xianwu's face was full of helplessness. It wasn't because he was a monk, but he just didn't like his mother calling him by his name. No matter what, he always called him Duan Zhengchun, that old bastard.
That night, Xianwu and Dong Shirui ate together at the dinner table. Dong Shirui had not seen his son for a long time, and he was very happy. He kept putting vegetables into Xianwu's bowl, and Xianwu accepted it happily. There was only one oil lamp in the house, and it suddenly turned on.
Suddenly, it was dark, and the mother and son were eating at the same table. The surrounding area was quiet and very warm.
The next day, Xianwu got up early. This was a habit he had developed in the Shaolin Temple. After having breakfast, he left the house and walked along a path in front of the house, up to the slope, where there was
A large flat open space, very open.
Wuwu came here not to enjoy the scenery. As soon as he came up, he stepped away, squatted down, and stood up. This is what he must do every day. When there is no one in the Shaolin Temple, he will do it.
Do this often.
After standing for about half an hour, he finally felt the pain. After another half hour, he finally couldn't hold on and fell down. He lay on his back on the ground, looking at the white clouds in the sky, panting.
After resting for a while, he slowly got up from the ground and began to practice martial arts again. This time he used the Eighteen Arhat techniques he had stolen from Xu Da and Xu Yan.
However, since the two of them had not fully learned the skills themselves, Xianwu could only learn the five hands. However, when he saw how he used the generals, he was quite good at it. Each move he struck was very powerful, and his body steps were quite impressive.
He is calm and does not appear frivolous and weak because of his young age.
But after all, the moves he learned were limited. After playing for a while, he had finished all the moves he knew. He did not stop because of this, but started practicing again, repeating the same few moves.
Xianwu knows that the way to practice martial arts lies in diligence. Even if you are not talented, you can still achieve great achievements. Besides, if you are talented and can work more than others, your achievements will be even more amazing.
But I saw that his hands were pointing together into palms, with the fingertips pointing outward, and with a few swishing sounds, he struck forward several times in a row, as if one or two straight expanded knives were cutting straight forward together, and the moves were fierce and fierce.
There is attack but no defense, just like the Buddhist martial arts are completely opposite to each other.
This move is called "Eighteen Strikes in a Row", which means eighteen strikes. However, in reality, it only involves about ten strikes. It would be very difficult to perform eighteen strikes in a row. This is just right.
In line with the characteristics of Shaolin martial arts, it is easy to learn but difficult to master. If you want to achieve great achievements, you must work a hundred times harder.
"Xiwu, your technique of 'Eighteen Strikes with Clouds' is not quite right." At this moment, a rough voice came from behind. When he looked back, he saw a tall and strong man standing in front of him.
Looking here from under a tree in the distance.
This person was Qiao Feng. He walked over and said, "Xu Wu, I heard that you were punished to face the wall last time. What happened?" He walked up to Xu Wu and asked with concern.
Over the years, Qiao Feng has treated Xianwu like a big brother to his younger brother. He has had no one to accompany him since he was a child, so Xianwu has become his only companion, so the two have always talked about everything.
"Uncle Master Hui said that I violated temple rules by fighting with others, and also secretly learned Shaolin martial arts, so he punished me," said Xuwu.
When Qiao Feng heard this, he frowned and his thick eyebrows knitted together, "How can you fight with others and learn martial arts secretly?" His tone was very reproachful, as if he hated iron for not being able to make steel.
Xuan Wu suddenly looked ugly. Being reprimanded by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child made him feel embarrassed. He then said: "I don't mean to fight with others, I just want to compete with them in martial arts, and I don't learn martial arts secretly."
, I learned it openly and honestly when I competed with them. If not, how could I learn martial arts? No one in the Shaolin Temple would teach me."
Qiao Feng was very dissatisfied with the idea of secretly learning martial arts through fighting in nothingness. He had been taught martial arts by Master Xuan Ku since he was a child. The cold and heat were constant, and the kindness of teaching him was as heavy as Mount Tai. He had always had deep feelings for the Shaolin Temple.
But for this little brother who he had watched grow up, he also had a caring feeling in his heart like a big brother. When he heard that the people in the Shaolin Temple refused to teach him martial arts, he didn't know what to say.
"Xiwu, don't be anxious. The monks in the temple must have a reason for doing this. If you wait patiently, maybe they will be willing to teach you martial arts soon," Qiao Feng comforted.
"Brother Qiao, I don't think you believe it yourself, so don't use it to scare me," Niwu stared at him and said.
Qiao Feng was immediately embarrassed. He had always known that this little brother had been very smart since he was a child. He knew that coaxing was useless, so he could only say: "Then what do you want?"
"Brother Qiao, I just want to learn martial arts, but the people in the Shaolin Temple refuse to teach me. As long as I can learn martial arts, I will no longer fight with others to secretly learn martial arts, and I won't be punished."
, two eyes looked at him steadily.
The meaning revealed in those eyes couldn't be more obvious. Qiao Feng was very thoughtful and intelligent, so how could he not know it? However, his mind was spinning and he couldn't think of any words to persuade Niu Wu. He also knew that what he said was not unreasonable.
He just wanted to learn martial arts, it was no big deal.
Although Qiao Feng is smart, he has not experienced martial arts after all. Therefore, although he knows that the actions of the people in the Shaolin Temple must be reasonable, he can't figure out what is wrong with letting nothingness learn martial arts. He sighed and said: "Okay, every time in the future you
When I come back, I will teach you some Shaolin boxing and kicking skills."
Hearing Qiao Feng say this, Xuwu immediately became happy, "Great, thank you, Brother Qiao, then you can teach me now. By the way, you just said that my 'Eighteen Strikes of Lian Yun' was used incorrectly, then you tell me
What's the right way to do it?" As soon as Qiao Feng agreed, he immediately couldn't wait, because he knew Qiao Feng that once he agreed, he would not regret it, so he was not polite at all.
Qiao Feng said helplessly: "This 'Eighteen Strikes of Lianyun' is not only about the cutting method of the palms, but also the footwork of the feet and the movement of the body. Only when the three are used together can the real 'Eighteen Strikes of Lianyun' be achieved."
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After saying that, he jumped up and jumped about ten feet away. Then he slightly bent his body, squatted slightly on his feet, and made knife-cutting gestures with his hands like nothingness just now.
But he saw his hands striking out continuously, lightning fast, and struck out fourteen times in an instant. The moves were continuous like water flowing through the clouds, endless. And his feet also followed the strikes of his hands and moved forward quickly with small steps.
His body was floating lightly, swaying slightly as if he would fall down at any moment.
It is very different from that of Niang. When Niu takes action, his lower body is calm and powerful. As his hands attack, his feet also take a big step, landing calmly, his waist is solid, and as straight as steel.dd