The young monk stood in the crowd and frowned, listening to Hong Rui's words at the front. I don't know why, the young monk had never heard of these things, but when he heard these things suddenly, it seemed that they were not as unfamiliar and difficult as the scriptures in the book.
Understand, at least what others cannot understand, the little monk actually
Even if you can understand three to four points, you must know that the little monk is notoriously stupid in Qingshan Temple. If the little monk can understand three or four points of a sentence, it is already very difficult. Jingming looked serious and stood.
The young monk in front of him had a bit of confusion on his face, and it was obvious that he had not understood what Hong Rui said.
Hong Rui looked at the disciples in the crowd and frowned slightly. He knew in his heart that these people had not understood what he just said, but he did not explain too much. The reason was very simple. The most important thing in practicing martial arts is to practice it before actual combat.
Talking about martial arts on paper is the most despised thing among martial arts practitioners, so after explaining the general principles of boxing, Hong Rui did not explain too much, just called a disciple over and started.
Simple practice of boxing techniques.
The young monk stood in the crowd and observed Hong Rui's boxing skills. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart. Qingshan Temple's boxing skills were so amazing, at least in the eyes of the young monk, they were already amazing.
Qingshan Temple's boxing requires concealment, inner calmness and outer fierceness. The punches are good at making sounds in the east and striking in the west, hitting with fingers up and down, pretending to attack but actually retreating, seeming to retreat but actually advancing, using both virtual and actual, and combining hardness and softness.
Take advantage of the momentum to fly and strike, strike ruthlessly, and hit the vital points. Therefore, the boxing proverb uses "beautiful like a cat, shaking like a tiger, moving like a dragon, moving like a flash, and sounding like thunder" to describe its varied tactics.
"It's really amazing." The little monk couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Although Master Hong Rui's skills are not very high, he has been studying the boxing techniques of our Qingshan Temple for many years, so he is naturally much better than normal people in terms of boxing skills." Mingjing explained lightly.
"Oh." The little monk nodded without saying anything.
Mingjing reached out and touched her head, looked back at the young monk, and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother, how much of Uncle Hong Rui's boxing technique do you remember just now?"
"I remember everything." The young monk replied with a smile.
Mingjing was stunned when she heard this, frowned at the young monk, and shouted in surprise: "Have you memorized this set of boxing techniques?"
"Yes, this set of boxing techniques is not very complicated. I can remember it after just one look." The young monk nodded.
"..."
Mingjing turned to look at the young monk and frowned slightly, with a bit of shock on his face. Mingjing could only memorize the boxing skills just now, but he should be considered very good among this group of disciples.
, but the little monk actually said that he was completely
Everyone has remembered it, how could Mingjing not be surprised? Everyone knows that Xiao Heshan’s martial arts is indeed good, but it still can’t change the little monk’s foolish and silly temperament. No matter it is scripture or anything, the little monk is still the same.
I can't even understand it.
After Hong Rui finished covering up a set of boxing techniques, he arranged for the disciples to freely divide into groups to communicate with each other, and then ran away with their hands behind their backs.
The young monk is also well-known in Qingshan Temple, so most people will not choose to be with the young monk. Even Mingjing is not willing to provoke this young monk casually. If the young monk gives him a punch, then he will
Whether he can bear it or not is a matter of two minds. After everyone was divided into groups, only the little monk was left alone in the martial arts field.
Standing on the martial arts training ground, his face looked a bit lonely. The young monk had never had any serious friends since he came to Qingshan Temple. Even Jingming could only talk to him for a few words when he met.
There would be nothing more, so the young monk spent most of his time practicing martial arts and enjoying the flowers and plants in the mountains, and didn't really like talking to others.
At this time, the little monk looked at the monks practicing boxing around him, with a bit of envy in his heart, and slowly walked aside, squatting on the ground and looking at the big-headed ants who were busy moving, with a slight smile on his face.
After a while, Hong Rui walked to the martial arts training ground with his hands behind his back. He briefly inspected the circle and gave instructions to those disciples whose movements were not very standardized. After walking around for a long time, he finally found the little boy squatting on the ground looking at ants.
Monk, Hong Rui frowned slightly and walked slowly
When he got to the little monk, Hong Rui couldn't see clearly because the little monk kept his head lowered. As for the little monk, he had always focused on the ants on the ground, so he naturally didn't notice it.
Hong Rui behind him.
Jingming on the side saw Hong Rui running towards the young monk's position, and couldn't help but shed a cold sweat for the young monk. He wanted to open his mouth to remind the young monk, but in the end he really didn't know how to speak.
In the end, they just shut up and pretended that they had never seen anything before turning around and continuing to practice boxing.
The little monk squatted on the ground and looked at the ants on the ground with a smile on his face.
After looking at it for a long time, Hong Rui finally couldn't help it anymore, stared at it and shouted: "Does it look good?"
"It's okay." The young monk replied calmly.
"Are you okay?" After hearing this, Hong Rui's eyes widened even more.
The young monk felt that the tone of this sentence was not right and quickly turned to look at Hong Rui. Then he did not react too much, but said lightly: "Uncle Hong Rui, why do you think this ant is so busy every day?"
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"Who told you not to practice boxing and just look at ants here!" Hong Rui asked with eyes wide open.
"No one practices boxing with me." The young monk replied softly.
Hong Rui was stunned for a moment after hearing these words. No one among the disciples of Qingshan Temple had ever dared to talk to him like this. After all, Hong Rui was famous for being strict, so after hearing these words, Hong Rui was a little curious.
Whose disciple is the monk? He quickly walked up to the young monk. He was stunned for a moment and took a closer look at the young monk. Only then did he realize that this young monk who secretly did not practice boxing was actually the most famous Wujie of Qingshan Temple.
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"Wujie, why are you here?"
The young monk had always lived with Xuan Zheng in the mountains behind Qingshan Temple. Except for going down the mountain when giving lectures, he would not come out the rest of the time, so Hong Rui was naturally surprised when the young monk appeared here.
"I have nothing to do today, so I came here to take a look." The young monk replied with a nonchalant expression, but his eyes never left the ants on the ground as he spoke, and he never raised his head to glance at Hong Rui.
The young monk squatted on the ground. The monks around him seemed to have stopped what they were doing and looked at Hong Rui and the two young monks. Although they all knew that the young monk had a special status in Qingshan Temple, most people would not dare to
Offend the little monk, after all, his master is from Daliang today
The first martial monk, Xuan Zheng, himself was born with unparalleled strength. These two things combined, even if he were the abbot of Qingshan Temple, he would turn a blind eye when he saw the young monk.
Others even hid when they saw this little monk.
However, although Hong Rui is not of a high level, he is considered an older generation in Qingshan Temple, and because of Hong Rui's temper, most disciples are frightened when they see Hong Rui.
These two people met today, one was the stubborn Hong Rui, and the other was the silly little monk. It seemed to be another good show. All the monks around stopped what they were doing and turned to look at these two people.
personal.
The little monk squatted on the ground and touched the ants on the ground with his hand, then turned to look at Hong Rui and whispered: "Uncle Hong Rui, what do you think they are busy for every day?"
"To survive."
"Then why do we practice boxing?" the young monk continued to ask.
"It's also for survival."
"But if we really want to survive, we should grow food every day? Why do we still need to practice boxing here? Is it possible that if we practice boxing, we won't be afraid of hunger?"
After the young monk said this, the surrounding monks burst into laughter, but after careful consideration, what the young monk said did make some sense. After all, what does this boxing technique have to do with survival?
How many so-called heroes there are in the world, didn't they initially just want to survive, but in the end they turned into murderous demons?
Does survival have to be based on the death of others?
Hong Rui knew he couldn't answer this question, so he didn't continue to pester the young monk. He stared at the young monk and asked, "Who asked you to come to the martial arts training ground?"
"I came here myself." The young monk replied calmly.
"Didn't your master tell you that you can't come to the martial arts training ground?" Hong Rui continued.
"I said it." The young monk nodded.
"You said you're coming?" Hong Rui asked coldly.
"My master said that's what my master said, and I didn't say that I had to listen." The young monk replied confidently, then slowly stood up and looked up at Hong Rui in front of him.
"you……"
Hong Rui was choked by the little monk's words and didn't know what to say.
"Uncle Hong Rui, why can't I come to the martial arts training ground?" the young monk asked softly.
"It's your master who doesn't let you come to the martial arts training ground. How do I know why you can't come to the martial arts training ground?" Hong Rui drank coldly, then looked the young monk up and down, with a look on his face that he was hesitant to speak.
"Do you want me to leave now?" The young monk frowned and looked at Hong Rui in front of him.
"Your master has told you that you are not allowed to learn the martial arts of our Qingshan Temple. Have you learned the boxing skills today?" Hong Rui looked at the young monk and asked.
"I learned it." The young monk nodded.
"Then what have you learned?" Hong Rui continued to ask.
"I learned some useless boxing techniques. Although the movements can be seen, they are not practical at all." The young monk expressed his evaluation of the boxing techniques Hong Rui just played.