When Huo Xue came back to her senses, it was three o'clock at night.

She put on the arhat shoes with six holes, pushed the door out, and walked towards the humming sound she heard in her memory.

After picking so much water yesterday, she also had her own tips on walking the rugged mountain roads and quickly found the root cause, but this was not just one place, including monks practicing the exercises in caves, forests, and in front of the halls.

Huo Xue recognized that these people were monks guarding the palace in Shaolin Temple.

There are 29 disciples in this Shaolin Temple, one monk of the Yong generation, nineteen disciples of the Yan generation, and only nine of them in the Heng generation.

There are eighteen monks in the ward guard, and the monks in the ward guard are the monks.

Before coming, she had heard that although many monks also practice martial arts, not all monks who became monks in Shaolin Temple can become monks. Practicing martial arts requires a lot of hardship, so many people cannot persist. Therefore, in ordinary Shaolin Temples, if you want to become a guardian monk, you must first observe your identity as a master. Secondly, you must also observe your personal talent for practicing martial arts.

The selection of monks is very strict, and one out of a hundred is not something that ordinary people can do.

But in this Shaolin Temple, except for the disciples of the Heng generation who are also practicing martial arts. All monks are guardian monks, with no more or less than eighteen, which is just right for placing the Eighteen Arhat Formation, which is famous internationally.

The efficiency of cultivating martial arts talents is really shocking.

Huo Xue watched them waving their equipment constantly, and unconsciously imitating their movements in their hands.

She didn't know what kind of fist this was, but she felt that she was very strong and powerful. But for some reason, the coherent and strong moves in the hands of the monks fell from Huo Xue and scattered into a pool of mud, and no monk seemed to have any other monk.

Suddenly, a sound came from behind.

“Promote good.”

She turned around.

Standing behind him was Yanmu's figure. He stared at her, his eyes fixed on her like a sea.

Of course, Huo Xue did not forget. Yanmu said that she could only start practicing martial arts by filling the water in the water tank.

"Do you want to learn kung fu?"

Huo Xue nodded. "I came here to learn kung fu."

Yanmu's eyes turned slightly, then he left with his hands behind his back and handed the wooden bowl on his hand to Huo Xue, "Okay, come with me."

Huo Xue lowered her eyes and looked at the wooden bowl in her hand. It was filled with water, with the heavy dew in the deep mountains.

"Do you know why you did something different from them?"

Huo Xue shook her head.

"I am not strong in the foundation and am anxious and impatient, and I want to reach the sky in one step!"

Huo Xue followed Yanmu and walked behind and reached the depths of the dense forest. There were many wooden stakes about thirty feet above the ground in front of her.

Yanmu was wearing a gray monk's robe, with one hand behind her back, and pointed to the wooden stake in front of her, saying to Huo Xue, "Stand up."

Huo Xue easily stepped above the wooden stake, and her legs were slightly wider than her shoulders.

"Sit down, keep your knees flat, put the bowl on your head, stand your palm forward, and stretch your arms flat." Yanmu corrected Huo Xue's several movements in front of him, and left a sentence.

"Remember, this action is called horse stance."

Then he left with his hands behind his back, his figure gradually melted into the night, his voice was capable and cold.

"Stand for two hours first, if you can hold on, let's talk about it."

Huo Xue held a wooden bowl on her head, and she remained as motionless as a mountain.

This move is not too difficult for her. She has practiced it before and thought it would be fine to last for two hours.

Time passed by minute by minute. Huo Xue had already felt that the second was as good as the year from the beginning. He had also done gun training before, carrying a few pounds of guns to maintain the same movement. The purpose was to make them find that the target would not tremble when they ambushed for a long time.

But there is a difference between maintaining things and maintaining things without things, not to mention that Yanmu also requires her hands to spread. It is not easy for her to stand here to maintain this posture under her own pressure. The sandbags on her arms and calf kept sinking her hands down.

It seems that I have to fall back at any time, my hands will flutter down at any time, and even the wooden bowl with water on my head is shaking.

The horse stance is nothing to watch for ordinary people, but when it is actually done, it is really painful. After a while, not only did the wooden bowl on her head turn over, but she fell backwards.

Not only did she not complete this task, she also lost the courage to stand up again.

The water is gone.

What should she do now?

She just gestured to the fists of the monks and could see the difference between herself and them. The movements that flowed on them became a copycat imitation when she was.

She couldn't imitate that figure, let alone that charm.

The lower plate is unstable, so the moves are frequently wrong and they are not tenable, so there is no other reason.

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