Inside the thatched house on the mountain behind Qingshan Temple.
Xuan Zheng simply cooked a large pot of white rice porridge for himself. Xuan Zheng sat in front of the stove and looked at the steaming pot of porridge. He slowly stood up straight and turned to look outside the thatched house. After a while, Xuan Zheng
He sighed helplessly and whispered to himself: "It's so late and you haven't come back yet. It seems that you don't have to eat today."
After saying this, Xuan Zheng flicked the dust on his legs and reached out to lift the lid of the pot. The mist instantly filled the entire thatched house. Xuan Zheng squinted and looked at the boiling rice porridge in the iron pot.
, smiled faintly, picked up the spoon on the side, flicked it gently, and a bowl of white rice porridge appeared in the porcelain bowl.
"Haha, it smells good!" Xuan Zheng looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand and smiled lightly, then walked out of the thatched house.
In the middle of the yard.
On the stone table, there was a simple pickle and a bowl of white porridge. An old monk in red robes quietly tasted the white porridge in his hand, with a quiet smile on his face, as if he was not at all worried about his apprentice.
I feel distressed because I haven't come back yet.
After a while, the old monk finished the bowl of white rice porridge. The old monk slowly put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, squinted at the darkening sky in the distance, and murmured with a smile: "There are thousands of martial arts practitioners in this world.
Ten million, everyone wants to ascend to immortality, but they don’t know what’s so exciting about ascending to immortality. If they really ascend to immortality, can they still eat such delicious white rice porridge?”
Xuan Zheng squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. Anyway, the expression on his face was always the same as Gujing Mubo, and it never changed.
Just when Xuanzheng was about to return to the house, the door of the thatched house was suddenly pushed open, and Jingming ran in panting, shouting at Xuanzheng in a loud voice: "Uncle Xuanzheng, something bad has happened!
"
Xuan Zheng slowly turned around and glanced at Jingming, his expression never changed.
Jingming originally didn't want to leave the martial arts training ground, but unfortunately, Mingjing knew that the young monk Wujie was brought to the martial arts training ground by himself, so if something happened to the young monk, he would definitely be blamed by Xuanzheng. After thinking about it for a moment, Jingming
Finally, he secretly ran to the back mountain to prepare a message to Xuan Zheng.
"Jingming, what's wrong?" Xuanzheng turned around and asked Jingming expressionlessly.
"Something serious has happened, Uncle Xuanzheng." Mingjing shouted anxiously.
"It's such a big deal, don't worry, just tell me slowly." Xuan Zheng replied calmly.
After Jingming heard this, he swallowed hard. He didn't care that his throat seemed to be on fire. He simply organized his words, and then said hurriedly to Xuan Zheng, "This is what happened."
Today, Junior Brother Wujie and I listened to the abbot’s lecture in the lecture hall. I was supposed to go to the martial arts training ground to practice boxing, but
Junior Brother Wujie said that he had never been to the martial arts training ground and asked me to take him to the martial arts training ground to have a look. At first, I didn’t want to take him there because you told him, Junior Brother, that he could not go to the martial arts training ground, but I couldn’t stand it.
Junior Brother refused to give up, and then I had no choice but to think that since Junior Brother Wujie had never been to the martial arts training ground, I took Junior Brother to the martial arts training ground."
After Jingming said this, he turned his head and glanced at Xuanzheng, as if he wanted to see the slightest change in emotion from Xuanzheng's expression, but Xuanzheng still had the same calm look on his face, with no expression at all.
Word.
"Jingming, please continue..." Xuanzheng said slowly.
"Oh!" Jingming agreed and then continued: "Today was originally the day for me to practice boxing, so I was afraid that my junior brother would wander around, so I took my junior brother with me to practice boxing with me. It was pretty good at the beginning.
Okay, but when the junior brother saw Uncle Hong Rui’s boxing skills, he bluntly said
Our Qingshan Temple’s boxing skills are useless. This has angered Master Hong Rui. Master Hong Rui stepped forward and wanted to argue with Junior Brother Wujie, but no matter what, Junior Brother Wujie said that our Qingshan Temple’s boxing skills were useless. In the end, Master Hong Rui felt that
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I wanted to compete with Junior Brother Wujie."
"Yeah." Xuanzheng still didn't give Jingming any reaction, and nodded lightly with an expression on his face as if he hadn't heard anything about it.
Mingjing swallowed hard and continued: "In the competition between Hong Rui and Junior Brother Wu Jie, Junior Brother Wu Jie defeated Senior Uncle Hong Rui with just one punch. I thought the matter would have ended here, but who ever
I don’t know how the third elder heard about it, so he came out of seclusion and came to the martial arts training ground."
After hearing this, Xuan Zheng smiled faintly and said softly: "I didn't expect that this little thing would alarm the third elder."
"Yes!" Mingjing nodded quickly and continued: "Originally, the Third Elder wanted to argue with Junior Brother Wujie, but Junior Brother Wujie's temper is too stubborn. No matter what the Third Elder said, Junior Brother Wujie
We all think we
Qingshan Temple's boxing method is useless, no matter what others say or persuade, it is useless, so the third elder couldn't help it in the end, and wanted to compete with Junior Brother Wujie to prove that our Qingshan Temple's boxing method is not useless.
"
"Now that these two people are fighting?" Xuanzheng turned to look at Jingming and asked.
"Yes, Junior Brother Wujie originally didn't want to accept the competition, but the Third Elder refused to let him go. Unless Junior Brother could admit that he said something wrong, he would not be able to leave the training ground. Junior Brother Wujie had no choice but to do so.
I had no choice but to agree." Jingming nodded quickly and replied.
After Xuan Zheng understood what was going on, he smiled faintly and turned to look in the direction of the Qingshan Temple martial arts training ground.
"Uncle Master, what should you do about this matter?" Jingming frowned and asked Xuanzheng.
"What do you think I would do about the competition between the two of them?"
In the hands of you disciples who have never practiced martial arts, it does have some physical benefits. That’s why you practice to this day. My disciple said
Of course it is correct, and this set of boxing techniques was written by Hao Jin, the third elder of Qingshan Temple, with his lifelong efforts. So it is right for the third elder to feel dissatisfied when Wu Jie said this. So what do you want me to do? I can only wait for two days.
Only after the individual competition is completed can there be a result, but no matter whether Wujie loses or wins today, the third elder has actually lost."
After hearing this, Jingming couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The words of Master Wujie Xuanzheng and his disciples were really cut out of the same mold. He had never given any face to the third elder, but he spoke so bluntly.
Frankly speaking, Qingshanji’s boxing skills are useless
, no wonder the young monk Wujie is so arrogant and arrogant. This is the way his master talks, and this is definitely the way his disciples talk. They just say whatever they want, and they do whatever they say. They never think about other people’s opinions.
Face problem.
"Why did the third elder lose?" Jingming asked Xuanzheng with some confusion.
"One is a first-generation elder and the other is a fourth-generation disciple. The two of them actually competed together. Doesn't this mean that our Qingshan Temple's boxing method has not found any powerful disciples for so many years? If Qingshan Temple's boxing method is really powerful, why bother to let the three
The elder takes action personally, the truly powerful boxing technique should be
Everyone knows the boxing skills that everyone is good at, and any disciple can show the essence of Qingshan Temple boxing. But at this time, even Hong Rui, who has been practicing boxing for decades, lost to my apprentice. You
Have you said that the third elder has already lost?" Xuan Zheng patiently explained to Jingming.
After Jingming heard this sentence, he suddenly understood. He stared at Xuan Zheng in front of him with wide eyes and didn't know how to respond, because there was indeed nothing wrong with what Xuan Zheng said just now.
"Then Uncle Xuanzheng, you are not going to take care of this matter?" Mingjing looked at Xuanzheng and continued to ask.
"I can't control it." Xuan Zheng shook his head gently.
"Okay, uncle, I'll retreat first!" Mingjing saw that Xuan Zheng didn't seem to have any intention of standing up for the young monk, so she had to retreat.
"Okay, step back!"
Xuan Zheng nodded slowly, and then walked into the thatched house.