The magic weapon monk took one step forward and reached the shocked woman. With a cold face, he shouted condescendingly: "Come on, you little bitch hasn't eaten yet? Use all your strength and hit her! Hit her hard!"
In his eyes, there is no worldly difference between men and women, only monks and mortals.
Shui Qingru didn't care to calm down her breath, and hit the burly monk as tall as an iron tower with another heavy punch. "Bang", she took a step back.
The monk followed him like a shadow, urging and cursing: "Speed up, use all your strength to fight, and hit hard! Didn't your master teach you how to box? Look at your punches, which are as sticky as slugs in the lake, and you are so soft and weak. "
Shui Qingru could remain calm before, but when she heard that the monk was insulting her master, she became furious and punched the monk wildly. The fists rained down on the monk. She stepped back with each punch, but she was always able to hit the monk who followed up. Chest.
Several people in the pavilion put down their tea cups and watched the magic weapon monk being beaten.
Monk Fayuan whispered: "The words of the magic weapon are not pleasant to the ears, so don't take it to heart, Guanzhu Zhang."
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the magic weapon monk was using the secret method of "teaching by example" in "teaching by words and deeds". It was definitely not because he had great face, but because he was repaying the favor of monk Fayuan. How effective the teaching by example depends on Shui Qingru's understanding, and laughed in a low voice. Said: "Thank you, Master."
"Don't say any polite words. I can't help you anymore. I can only ask the magic weapon to guide your apprentice."
While the two were talking, Shui Qingru punched more than thirty times in one breath and took more than thirty steps back. He could no longer continue.
The bones all over his body felt like they were falling apart. His hands were trembling and he couldn't let go. His breath was in a mess, blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose, his face was pale, and he looked miserable and miserable.
"If you choose the path of a martial artist, you must be prepared to endure hardships. I will disperse all the energy in your body. Whether you can survive the pain of 'Yi Jin' and break through to the third level of bone forging will depend on your luck. I will give you back." One punch, let you see how a martial artist uses his punch."
After the magic weapon monk finished speaking, he punched Shui Qingru in the middle of the chest without mercy.
Shui Qingru couldn't avoid it at all. She stared hard at the big sandbag fist that made a sound of breaking through the air. The world in her eyes slowed down and the trajectory of the punch became mysterious. In an instant, "Peng", she was fiercely beaten. A powerful punch can send the body flying.
The huge force made her feel like her chest was touching her back, and she was rolling backwards like a cloud.
The pain was heartbreaking and her whole body was tearing. She almost thought she would be killed by the pain. However, the strange thing was that she could clearly detect that the power of the punch was the superposition of six different forces, resulting in many changes.
"Plop", the water splashed three feet high.
The water was as clear as being smashed into the sea. Before she fainted from the pain, she firmly remembered the feeling that the punch gave her.
Chu Qing'er hurriedly rushed out of the pavilion, chased more than a hundred feet away, grabbed the female martial artist who fell into the sea and fainted, waved her hand, took out a purple cloak, wrapped the soaked girl with her exquisite curves, and flew to the west.
Her master didn't stop her, so she wouldn't mind her own business.
She only did what she thought she should do but it was not convenient for Zhang Guanzhu to do. She punched a girl so fiercely. She felt the same and scolded the magic weapon monk in her heart until he was bloody.
The magic weapon monk looked at the retreating figure. After a while, he frowned and walked back to the pavilion. He took out a paper and pen and scrawled a list, handed it to Zhang Guanzhu, and said: "A good martial arts seedling, what a pity!"
Zhang Wenfeng understood the meaning of the magic weapon monk. It was a pity that such a good seedling could not be accepted as a disciple. It was a pity that the martial arts seedling fell into the hands of a Taoist priest who did not understand martial arts and could only teach blindly. He understood that the magic weapon saw that Shui Qingru was carrying
The secret of "eye sight", he took the list with the prescription written on it, handed over his hand to express his thanks, and flew towards the city.
Lu Changyuan was quite curious. It was very rare and a high praise to be able to say "not bad" from the mouth of the magic weapon. The magic weapon never said polite words, and his vision was extremely high. There were not many monks who could enter his eyes.
, asked: "That little girl has very average qualifications and a very rough path as a martial artist. Why can't I see what's good about her?"
"You are not a pure martial artist, and you can't see normal. It's a pity."
The magic weapon monk once again said that it was a pity that he would not reveal the secret of the female martial artist.
There are a lot of half-baked martial artists in this world, and they call themselves bullshit warriors, shamanic warriors, Confucian warriors, and martial artists. They put gold on their faces. These are all unworthy things. Pure martial artists are extremely rare.
That female martial artist had a unique martial arts talent. She learned swordsmanship from a sword monk. He knew the path of swordsmanship by looking at the woman's boxing style. It was a waste of natural resources and a pearl cast into darkness.
He was so depressed that he took out a wine gourd and drank heavily.
Monk Fa Yuan and Lu Yuan Yuan looked at each other. How talented does that little girl have to be in martial arts to make such a stubborn monk like Fa Bao so troubled?
"Junior brother..."
"Senior brother, don't say more. I can't teach her anymore. She is not a disciple of the Buddhist family."
The magic weapon waved his hand and refused, saying: "We will leave here tomorrow. Out of sight and out of mind, we will treat it as if we have no chance."
If he stayed any longer, he was worried that he would not be able to help but tell the senior brother not to fight. Mr. Lu said that the Taoist priest who could not fight would snatch his disciples. He admitted that his Qi-raising skills were not good enough. Forget it, leave early and go to the Eastern Continent to see if
Can find suitable martial arts seedlings.
Monk Fayuan put his hands together and said, "I will accompany you to travel to the Eastern Continent. It will be convenient for you to go wherever you want."
Lu Changyuan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said: "Master Fayuan, you are not going to guard Lingxing Island to prevent the monks from Duxian Island from invading, so how can you delay your business for us?"
He knew that Fayuan accompanied him on his travels, but he actually had the intention of supervising him.
"I asked Guanzhu Zhang to stand in for some time. It won't be a hindrance. It's rare for Junior Brother Dharma Bao to come across the sea. I have to show my kindness as a landlord by accompanying him to burn incense and worship Buddha in several ancient temples in Daliang. We can also walk around and exchange more experiences on Buddhism."
"That's good, that's good. It's hard work, senior brother, working hard."
"Junior brother, you should be polite."
Monk Fayuan has a sincere smile. When you meet him, you have the responsibility to help the magic weapon wash away the dust and understand your true nature.
Zhang Wenfeng caught up with Chu Qing'er and asked her to take her back to the courtyard on the top of the mountain. He went to several shops in the city to buy the medicinal materials on the list. They were all common medicines that did not have high age requirements. The main thing was the ratio of medicinal materials.
Some of them were poisonous medicinal materials. He understood the properties of medicinal herbs and brewed a pot of medicinal liquid with his own hands. He asked Chu Qing'er to help his unconscious apprentice take a medicinal bath.
It is really inconvenient for him and Rong Shuzhi, two big men.
After being busy until the afternoon, Shui Qingru woke up and was able to sit cross-legged on the bed and meditate, and Chu Qing'er said goodbye and went down the mountain.
In the evening, Monk Fayuan came to visit and explained his request.
Zhang Wenfeng wholeheartedly agreed that it would be great to have Fa Yuan follow the two of them on their trip to the Eastern Continent, without having to worry about the magic weapon being used to cause trouble.
Early the next morning, Zhang Wenfeng, Tu Kun and Chu Qing'er went to see him off.
Zhang Wenfeng accompanied Lu Yuanyuan to fly west. He heard that Monk Fayuan was slightly prejudiced against him because of what he taught his disciples, so he did not go to Fayuan to avoid trouble, so he asked: "Father Lu passed by."
There are many places and a lot of knowledge. I wonder if you have ever heard of the Tongtianmu somewhere?"
Lu Changyuan thought about it carefully and said: "The Tongtian tree, which ranks third among the top ten spiritual trees, is probably hard to find in the lower world. Unless it is in the upper world, I have never heard of anyone having such a strange tree."
Tu Kun smiled and said: "Hard work pays off, don't be in a hurry, and search slowly."
Lu Changyuan shook his white jade fan and sighed: "Hey, there is no news about my thousand-year-old dragon bone yet, so I can only look for it slowly."