In the real battle, if it is a life-and-death fight, in fact, Master Yanqing does not know how many times he has died For this, Master Yanqing knows well and is also convinced.
Only a few disciples were not convinced, saying that Yi Jun was only taking advantage of the environment or something to win.
The emotions of these warrior monks were understandable, after all, they didn't want to see their master defeated.
However, Master Yanqing shook his head and said, "If it is a real fight, Yi Jun's killing moves will definitely be more."
A person who practices kung fu should take knocking out opponents and preserving himself as the primary consideration.
If you can use the grass and trees around you to turn some inconspicuous things into advantages, and you can accurately grasp this advantage, this is a kind of ability. ” "It's just luck," a certain warrior monk still stiffened.
Luck, Yi Jun was able to stab a murderous bandit in the throat with a branch, pierce the central nervous system behind a killer's neck with a toothpick, and tighten the opponent's neck with a shoelace.
However, Yi Jun didn't bother to tell these warrior monks about this.
Moreover, this is the pure land of Buddhism, and it is inconvenient to say too many bloody things.
"The strong say that luck is modesty, and the weak talk about luck is evasion."
Master Yanqing didn't continue to say anything about his disciple, but said to Yi Jun, "Okay, since you have completed this test, then Lao Qu will naturally follow the rules of Senior Brother Abbot."
For the next half month, the books here will be read by you, but you must not destroy or take them away. ” "Thank you, Master."
Yi Jun said with a smile.
Then, a group of warrior monks dispersed, and Master Yanqing led Yi Jun to a small room next to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and finally arrived at the most hidden bookshelf inside.
In fact, the 72 miraculous stunts paging from outside are just dry books here.
Thick or thin, neatly arranged in several rows.
A lot of times that's what you thought was mysterious, but when it's actually in front of you, it's as if that's what happened.
Master Yanqing glanced at those martial arts classics and said, "I don't know what Senior Brother said to you, in short, you can just refer to it."
But Lao Wei reminds you that in half a month, even the ancient monks have no one who can understand more than three stunts.
Every stunt, even if it's just a simple method, takes time to figure it out.
Therefore, if you want to learn the essence of a certain aspect, I think it is better to specialize in one that suits you, so as not to be greedy and chew too much.
Even so, you can only memorize what is inside first, and then go back and study it carefully. ” After speaking, the old monk flicked his sleeves and left.
It's just that his sleeve is gone, and it's really awkward to flick it like this.
The old monk himself seemed to feel a little nondescript, so he coughed dryly: "Two meals of coarse tea and light rice a day are naturally sent by someone, you just stay inside." ” Khan, even eating is two.
However, Yi Jun knew that a real monk should be like this.
It's just that what the old monk said is completely contrary to what the abbot said.
The more this is the case, the more Yi Jun feels that the arrangement of the abbot and the great monk must have a deep meaning.
Because, even when he entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to learn things, he was personally proposed by the abbot and the great monk.
He put it up in person, is it impossible to have his own ideas.
As for Master Yanqing's statement, it is just a normal view of a martial arts student.
If you want to learn a stunt and spend a lifetime cultivating to the pinnacle, it is already commendable.
After thinking about it, Yi Jun felt that of course he had to follow the teachings of the abbot and the great monk, and he must "be greedy for more than he can, and not seek to understand".
So, by the dim candlelight, Yi Jun looked at the time, it was more than twelve o'clock at night.
Outside, the monks had fixed the electric light, but there was no electric light in the small room.
What to do, read by candlelight Come on, buddy, we're tired. yawned, took out a book of Luohan Boxing casually, read it for less than twenty minutes, and blew the lamp to sleep. poke If a practitioner can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is equivalent to a bandit breaking into the gold and silver sea.
But Yi Jun is alternative enough to have such an attitude.
The next morning, Yi Jun got up very early.
Early in the morning, he went out to punch first, moved his muscles and bones, and then took a cold shower with the mountain spring, which was comfortable and calm, as if he didn't know the preciousness of the half-month period.
It wasn't until the event was almost over that the thing returned to the secret room.
The secret room is ventilated, otherwise it is not conducive to storing books.
It's just that the surroundings are tight, and there are only two iron purlin windows, and the light is okay.
Yi Jun took out the Arhat Fist again, which was also the introductory kung fu of Dolin Temple.
However, this is the same as some other basic kung fu, as long as you practice it to a high depth, it will also be very powerful.
However, Yi Jun really didn't want to understand much.
Then I read it yesterday, and I flipped through it in less than twenty minutes.
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Then he closed the fist sutra, squinted and thought for a while, and then took ten minutes to read it again.
In the end, I ran outside and made a random call, and it was really clear-sighted, at least on the surface.
This guy has a specialty in this area, and it only took him a short time to read the ancient Muay Thai Sutra.
After returning to the secret room, Yi Jun spent a few more minutes casually flipping through it, thinking about it generally, and kept making a few strokes with his arms, which may be self-correcting some incorrect places just now.
Then he directly put the Luohan Fist back to the original place of the bookshelf, took out the big monument wrestler and started the next door Adding up before and after, practicing that Arhat Fist is just an hour to go down at this speed, which is really amazing.
Yi Jun had been practicing the Great Monument Wrestler for a long time, but it was just an hour and a half speechless.
But in the thirty-three road divine fists that followed, Yi Jun only watched for half an hour, went outside to make a call, and then put it back in its original place For a whole day, except for the time to eat, Yi Jun almost went in and out, reading books inside for a while, and running outside to boxing for a while.
During this period, Master Yanqing came twice, and his eyes were staring.
It's okay to come for the first time, but I just think that Yi Jun has practiced the big monument wrestler well, and he is very hot, what a genius.
But when he came for the second time, he found that Yi Jun was actually practicing Bolomi, and the old monk couldn't help it immediately "Boy, you are so greedy, you really learn two doors a day, you think you are the Dharma Patriarch, and the Dharma Patriarch will not do this" Yi Jun put away his fist, looked at the sunset that was about to set in the distance, and said with a smile: "Well, but this Boluo Mi Hand is not the second set of boxing techniques practiced by the younger generation, it is hehe, it is the eighth set." ” I'm a grumpy monk who is almost going to spew foul mouth again.
The eighth set of boxing methods is 72 stunts of Dolin Temple, which are very complete in categories, including Luohan boxing, 33 road god boxing, bright boxing, Boluo secret hand, seven star boxing, wearing flower hand, double circle hand, big wrestling tablet hand, a total of eight sets of boxing methods All the boxing techniques, the great monk wants to vomit blood after you finish your day.
One day to watch the boxing in the pavilion.
Yi Jun touched his nose and said with a smile: "Well, tomorrow I will start learning the fingering of our Duolin Temple."
Nine fingerings, I don't know if I can learn them in one day. ” The great monk wiped the sweat from his forehead
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