Today, a strange pair of masters and apprentices came to the temple that was full of incense. The abbot, wearing a bright cassock, led the master and apprentice Feng Xuyuan to the playground in the backyard under the strange eyes of the pilgrims.
Lin Shuwen was wearing a tight-fitting vest, and his whole body was covered with red lines of torn muscles. At this time, he had not yet recovered from the five-kilometer cross-country trip early in the morning, let alone being surprised by the smiling Feng Xu next to him.
Yuan supervised all kinds of strength training. After a month of this, he had given up thinking and was seizing every moment to restore his physical fitness.
"It has been more than ten years since we last saw each other, Master Yuan, right?"
"Ah, I have been disturbed by the worldly world for a while. The abbot must be running around a lot recently, so he must remember to ensure the most basic diet?"
(Damn it, looking at your rosy face, you must have eaten a lot.)
Feng Xuyuan put on a sly smile to welcome guests, expressing her contempt for her old neighbors in her heart. The old practice room passing by was surrounded by a cordon, and the tourists who crowded the room took the trouble to follow the potholes.
Take a group photo, and the mobile phone screen has a completely clear circle of friends interface.
"Hahaha, thanks to Donor Yuan's concern, the disciples of this year are sitting in the backyard for meditation. Why don't you take a rest first?"
"Aren't there monks playing games over there? Just let them start directly."
Feng Xuyuan pointed to the monks in black martial arts uniforms by the wall. They were the coaches responsible for teaching. Lin Shuwen looked around absently, and finally looked at Feng Xuyuan's narrowed smile. The cold hair on his back was no longer bothered to stand up.
Since then, he has become accustomed to the teachings from the "devil".
"It's very simple. You ask your apprentices to beat my apprentice one by one. My apprentice only defends until I call stop."
"Amitabha, this little benefactor can't bear it."
"call……"
Lin Shuwen ignored the abbot's pity and stepped into the playground on his own, standing in the center. The monks who were scolded behind him came to him one after another with anger and saluted him.
"Mei'er..."
The khaki playground was full of apprentices who were sitting quietly. Their ages ranged from four to eighteen. They formed a circle under the command of the coach, with an expressionless young man in black in the middle. Feng Xuyuan stopped drinking.
Mei'er, who was trying to go to her master, lay on the roof of the monk's room with a translucent waning moon, ready for any eventuality. The two of them knew how cruel Feng Xuyuan was to his apprentice, and the time to stop was probably
When Lin Shuwen was exhausted and unconscious, those people were not her, and they had no sense of propriety at all!
"Let's get started~"
"Today, Donor Feng Xuyuan invited us to assist in training. Please take turns attacking the person in the middle of the playground. He will only defend. Don't stop until Donor Feng Xuyuan calls out."
"All rise!"
At the coach's command, all the monks on the playground stood up from the ground and saluted Lin Shuwen. The moment Lin Shuwen lowered his fist, the attack began.
"ah!!"
The first one to attack was one of the monks who was disturbed. He took a good posture and directly punched Lin Shuwen in the chest while shouting. Lin Shuwen subconsciously tilted his body to the side, and the arm that was originally relaxed on his right side instantly folded up.
, the arm covered with muscle lines and blood scabs directly opened the monk's arm, turned his left hand into a palm, slapped the shoulder blade exposed to the monk, hit his chassis, and successfully pushed him aside. However, at this moment,
Dust suddenly rose in front of Lin Shuwen. The monk put his hands on the ground and made a beautiful retreat, swinging his right rear foot towards Lin Shuwen's face.
"Forehead!"
There was a twinge of pain in his waist. The monk's hand, which was originally open, was moved forward with a fist. The retracted elbow drove Lin Shuwen's waist muscles. The muscles that had just recovered from pain in the morning showed a ferocious expression on his face. Lin Shuwen gritted his teeth and closed the last bit of pain.
With enough strength, he forced his left arm to stand by his face and successfully blocked the second flying back swinging leg.
The swing leg that was opened brought with it the force of the shock, knocking the monk's center of gravity off. He sat down on the playground, causing a burst of laughter. Lin Shuwen put down his arms and used every opportunity to regain his strength. He stretched his upper body and slightly
Stretched the lower back muscles.
"do not use!"
Feng Xuyuan's emotionless voice stopped Lin Shuwen who was trying to use his ability. The rose on his neck retracted the new black vines. He gritted his teeth and blocked the monk's subsequent kick with his crossed arms.
Come to a crisp sound
, he had become accustomed to the crisp friction of bones. He opened his kicking legs and subconsciously made an attack movement, but was stunned by Feng Xuyuan's angry shout.
"Defend!"
"Pfft!"
In this moment of confusion, Lin Shuwen was knocked back a step by the up and down punches that followed. Before he could raise his arms, the side kick that followed had already knocked down his body, and his right shoulder that hit the ground was knocked down.
The sand pulled out a few red marks.
"Why are you standing there stunned? Keep attacking! And you guys, you've finished the ceremony and you don't want to follow up with a few more blows?"
"How come you haven't learned how to suppress yourself when you're down?! Keep going!"
Lin Shuwen struggled to stand up from the ground and was kicked in the back by the newcomer. His forward body hit his knee that was ready to attack, and the subsequent punch hit his trembling abdomen. All the monks in the audience
His interest was aroused by Feng Xuyuan's fanning, and he was eager to join the battlefield. Lin Shuwen curled up in a ball on the ground, using instinctive protective movements to accept the blows from all over his body. Blood seeped out of the corners of his mouth, gray and red.
Clothes wrapped around a body that continued to make sounds.
"..."
Anger burned in his heart, and black eyes appeared between Lin Shuwen's eyebrows. Feng Xuyuan stood up from the wooden chair, ready to fight against Lin Shuwen who might go berserk. She watched the gradually deepening lines on Mei'er's body, waiting for the result.
(Aren’t they monks? Why do the beatings get more painful...)
The black eyes in the gap between the arms looked at the black shadows around him, and the sight of beating the drowned dog ignited hatred.
(I have no grudge against them...)
The soft sound of bones hammered his mind. Lin Shuwen tried to stand up again and again. However, the uninterrupted legs and fists knocked his body out with crisp sounds. He saw a pair of small feet kicking him with playful laughter.
Nose, when sadness rose between his eyebrows, he seemed to hear flawless laughter.
(Help... the master asked them to beat him, it's useless to shout for help...)
Continuing to tighten his body, he recalled the pain of the past month. Feng Xuyuan's face was distorted in his mind, the nameless fire was burning fiercely, and the sight in the gap began to reveal murderous intent.
The monks in the center of the playground suddenly stopped moving. The twitching body in the middle was rubbing against the ground, trying to stand up again bit by bit. The blood-red gems on the arms had appeared, and Feng Xuyuan tensed his body.
"continue……"
However, Lin Shuwen stood up again and did not start killing in anger. The black lines that had already formed receded like the tide.
"Anger can't solve any problems... Coach Li, I always remember..."
What flashed through the pain was what happened when he was learning Taekwondo. At that time, his ten-year-old self was furious because of the pain. During the fight, he kicked his classmate who was six years older than him to the ground. The moans of his classmate on the ground awakened his madness, and he
She had no hatred against him, but she tried to kill him because of pain, just because of pain.
"Shu Wen, anger can't solve any problems, apologize to him!"
"Remember, physical pain is a signal that makes you stronger, not a reason for suffering and losing control."
(Physical pain is the most insignificant kind of suffering.)
Lin Shuwen licked the dust off his arms and wiped his eyes with clean skin. He repositioned himself and prepared for the next blow.
"Do you hate them?!"
A reassuring smile appeared on Feng Xuyuan's face, and the lines on Mei'er's body were gradually dissipating. She loudly questioned the apprentice who had crossed the threshold of anger. This question shocked everyone present, and the attackers who were originally smiling slowly lowered their fists.
, the ignorant child kicked Lin Shuwen's knee, and Lin Shuwen half-knelt on the ground amidst flawless laughter. His clenched fist supported the ground, he lowered his head, and his weak answer echoed in the strange silence.
"No reason..."
"Then tell me what you want to do now!"
"Continue training..."
"Okay! Come over here yourself! And you can attack now!"
"What?! This... doesn't it mean only defense?!"
The noise and some regretful noises broke the silence. The two monks who had the most fun gritted their teeth and were the first to rush towards Lin Shuwen, who stood up again. The joints on his body cracked, and the monks' fists and feet were beating against Lin Shuwen.
His body stagnated, but he never took a step back. The counterattacker rushed out with his fist!
"Boom!"
The past month of training has brought out Lin Shuwen's rapid recovery ability. He ignored the pain and hit the attacker in the abdomen with his newly recovered strength! The monk flew away in response and brought down a group of fellow disciples. He grabbed another one on his body.
The monk's calf, Lin Shuwen yanked the attacker behind him, and bumped into his flying face with his shoulder. Snot mixed with tears came out like a spring. The hit monk covered his face and was pushed aside by Lin Shuwen. He straightened up.
, walked step by step towards where Feng Xuyuan was. On the way, the ignorant child was still smiling and preparing to attack, but was held tightly by his senior brother.
"Abbott, do you know what is the most important thing about practicing martial arts?"
Feng Xuyuan held Mei'er in her arms and looked proudly at the apprentice who was forcing the crowd away. The abbot on the side looked shocked and looked at the old neighbor who was acting strangely.
"I spent a month honing his body and patience, squeezing every muscle out of him every day, and then continued training based on the recovery value the next day. He would fall into a coma every day, but he would be in a coma the next morning.
He will sit on the sofa on time and follow me to continue the next training. Although he will be clever and lazy, he will complete all the projects I assign every time. Even before he came here, he was close to coma."
"This is not training! You are..."
"Yes, this is torture. I chose the most painful training method to train him. I originally wanted to hone his will, but he hasn't complained to me for a month. I want to know whether he is tolerant or if he really has steel.
Ordinary character, so I brought him here to test his bottom line through you. But the result is, well~"
"Your disciple must not be a normal person, right?! Aren't you afraid that he will kill my disciples?!"
"Whether he is crazy or not, I will eventually confront him. And if this time he still holds back and waits to give me a blow, I will admit it."
Feng Xuyuan walked off the stage and stood in front of Lin Shuwen. The ignorant child wanted to step forward to apply the knife, but she stared at him and cried on the ground.
"Sister Yuan..."
After completing the order, Lin Shuwen fell straight forward. Feng Xuyuan gently stretched out her hand to catch the unconscious disciple. She stroked the disciple's head and gently carried him on her back.
"And you are really a failure. Martial arts is not about moves and movements, but rather about the mind. None of your disciples are qualified, but that's why I'm looking for you."
Feng Xuyuan glanced disdainfully at the abbot who had just stepped down, and walked towards the gate of the backyard. He looked at them with puzzled disdain, and none of them looked as complicated as the abbot.
Did they act cruelly because of someone's orders, or did they just find an opportunity to vent their inner madness.
A meditative person, or a forbearing person?
Day and night alternated, and the gauzy morning light shone on Lin Shuwen, who was accustomed to waking up. He took a deep breath to relieve the pain that was gradually coming over him. Habit drove him to get up, but he could not even lift a finger with only the pain left.
Action, Lin Shuwen smiled helplessly, and looked at the ceiling.
"Training is over, have a good rest."
Feng Xuyuan's smile illuminated the hazy morning. She carefully lifted her apprentice up and let him lean into her arms. Lin Shuwen looked at the master in confusion.
"I'm sorry for making you feel so much pain because of my suspicion and insecurity."
"Didn't I become stronger too..."
"You are really pure... If I had met you earlier, I might have been able to live a happy old age with pride."
"Yes, because the man who came earlier caused me so much suffering, I must take revenge."
Feng Xuyuan tenderly fed the white porridge in his hand to his last apprentice bit by bit, filling the whole room with unreserved warmth.
There once was a man named Dai Meng who endured similar hardships and gained Feng Xuyuan's trust. But the day after she passed the sword to him, he led his enemies to invade his homeland. Although he easily
He subdued him, but was stabbed in the chest by his cruel trick. Although he escaped under the cover of other disciples, those children were slaughtered by that man.
But from now on, she will no longer fear or hurt others because of his shadow, because she has finally found the best disciple in the world.