Songshan Shaolin.

Between the morning bell and evening drums, the abbot of the presidency gathered with the first old monks such as the Precepts Academy and the Luohan Hall.

"Amitabha, today you left a donor named Fang to meditate. Is this a matter?"

The abbot asked the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

Although Shaolin Temple among the Blue Blood Sword is not famous and is often overshadowed by Huashan and other sects, its power to die is still there and it is still a major sect that cannot be ignored. The first of the temples is also a famous master in the world.

"Yes, that believer claimed to be Fang Ming, and was inspired by a wandering monk and came to take refuge. I also tried to test him one or two. He had superb and mellow magical skills in Arhat, and at least four or five years of hard work, and he was not an outsider!"

The first seat of the Luohan Hall was a thin old monk, who said at this time.

This is also the excuse Fang Ming made up. He only said that he had been enlightened by a monk, and he had pity for his weakness and passed on some fitness skills.

Anyway, the Arhat magic skills and Arhat boxing are also great players in Shaolin Temple. Even lay disciples have learned them and have a lot of them out of the way. Even the Shaolin branch is circulated, so I don’t believe that these bald donkeys can be found!

This is also the benefit of only learning basic martial arts. If Fang Ming had learned a certain seventy-two unique skills now, he would not dare to come to Shaolin again if he died.

The purpose of passing on some superficial skills can be said to be to strengthen the body, but even teach seventy-two unique skills? Unless these first-ranked players are fools, they will definitely not believe it.

In addition, there were not many monks who had practiced 72 unique skills in Heshi Temple. Fang Ming would be exposed after checking it. At that time, the charge of secretly learning martial arts would never be eliminated.

How come you are now? Your martial arts are low and not valued, so you just keep learning!

"Even so, you must have a good exam for your origin..."

The abbot's dry face was faintly shining, and he proclaimed the Buddhist chant.

...

"It's so familiar..."

Fang Ming closed a Buddhist scripture in his hand, looked at the familiar scenery around him, and his ears were filled with thought-provoking morning bells and evening drums, and a few nostalgic expressions appeared on his face.

"Ah... Zhongnan Mountain has no harvest, let alone Xiangyang Sword Tomb or something..."

Fang Ming suddenly sighed.

Before Shaolin Temple, he had been walking to Zhongnan Mountain with great utmost sincerity. However, when the transition was passed, the original Quanzhen Sect had long been destroyed and even the remains were unavailable, not to mention the tombs of the Living Dead and the Nine Yin Remnants.

Fang Ming visited all the streams of all sizes near Zhongnan Mountain, but he didn't find any underwater passages or the like.

This is either his martial arts skills are too shallow and unable to go deeper, or his descendants have made other arrangements, or he or he has no chance, so he has lost this idea.

Even the tomb of the Living Dead is like this, and Fang Ming has no hope for the Xiangyang Sword Tomb. After all, Xiangyang is a big city in the world, and the Pusiqu Snake is so magical. If it had been discovered, it would have been known to everyone.

This is true in these places, not to mention Zhang Wuji buried the sutras and the like. Time is precious and cannot be wasted. Fang Ming simply took up his delusions and went directly to Shaolin Temple.

Fortunately, what he learned was superficial martial arts, but it was extremely pure and would not be mistaken. Moreover, the world is in chaos now, and it is not a matter of Shaolin to investigate the basics overnight. It can always be concealed for a while.

He did not covet other seventy-two unique skills, Yijin Jing, etc. After all, Fang Ming still remembered several classics in his mind at this time!

Fang Ming came to Shaolin this time and only asked for answering doubts on the road of martial arts and the interpretation of some Buddhist scriptures.

His cultivation in the main world has accumulated many problems, and he urgently needs answers to the Shaolin monks with the same roots and roots.

There are too many professional terms among the Seventy-Two Special Skills, and they also need to be interpreted in conjunction with special explanations.

These are not real skills. Fang Ming is also sure to mix his questions among many mixed questions, or simply search for answers by himself.

In this way, he had no need for Shaolin's advanced martial arts, so he naturally would not be suspicious.

When these monks found out about his background or woke up, they naturally had already gone far away and didn't have to worry about anything.

...

The long river of time passes by, without any redirection by human will. No matter what Fang Ming does, the entire world of the Blood Sword is still evolving slowly and firmly.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the protagonist Yuan Chengzhi to go down the mountain.

Since Fang Ming has Shaolin's martial arts skills, he doesn't like the secrets of the Golden Snake. Without him staring at the protagonist Yuan Chengzhi, the other party naturally has less hardships and can go down the mountain safely.

On this day, Yuan Chengzhi said goodbye to King Chuang and Li Yan and his wife, went straight to Jiangnan to find their master's traces and came to Yushan in eastern Gan. When he saw a large ship heading to Jinhua, Zhejiang, he went up and asked for a loading.

Unexpectedly, when the boat was driving, another boy ran over the dock, and the sound was crisp and pleasant to make it convenient for the boatman to travel.

Yuan Chengzhi saw that the other person was thin but very heavy. As soon as he stepped on the boat to get water, he became deeper and a little strange. When he looked at the other person carefully, he couldn't help but be stunned again: "I didn't expect there was such a beautiful boy in the world!"

On the other hand, Long Delin, who was chartering the boat, saw that the person who came was dressed in luxurious clothes and handsome, and also had a good impression of him, so he agreed.

As the boat owner shouted, many boatmen tried to support the bamboo poles and gradually supported the ship away from the dock.

"Hey! Boatman! Wait, just take me one more!"

At this moment, another thick voice sounded from the dock, and it was still heard clearly on the boat. Yuan Chengzhi felt a little confused: "This man has great martial arts skills!" Then he was a little funny: "This boat boss is also blessed, why did he host so many guests today!"

"I've left, why are you still waiting for? Go quickly! Go quickly!"

Long Delin is a licensed merchant. The boss of the ship was greedy for money and was reluctant to carry two people. Now he saw that it was endless and he immediately felt disgusted.

"Of course! Of course!" Long Delin was the charterer. The boss of the boat did not dare to neglect and shouted to the shore: "The young man... the boat has already started, please take another one..."

His voice was rough and bold, as if he was broken, but it was not very clear than the previous transmission.

"Take it slow! Take it slow!"

Yuan Chengzhi looked at the dock and saw a green shadow chasing him. When he arrived at the dock, he jumped up, his sleeves swelling, his figure was like a big roc, but his feet were extremely cleverly on the water. The several rises and falls had already spanned four or five meters apart, and they landed steadily on the boat.

"Haojun's move, 'dragonfly', judging from his lightness skills, he should be from Shaolin Temple!"

Yuan Chengzhi secretly shouted. Although he had not gone down the mountain, the Mu people had taught some experiences and taboos in the early morning. Naturally, they knew that Shaolin Temple was the Beidou of Mount Tai in the Wulin, and they must not be ignored. They only looked at the man at this time.

Only then did he realize that the other party was just a thick boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a green robe, but a hat on his head. Even if he just stood casually, he had a faint sense of a master's demeanor.

"At such age, Shaolin Temple is indeed well-known!" The other party was a disciple of a well-known sect. Yuan Chengzhi felt a little more favorable in his heart, but the other party got on the boat without complaining, and seemed to be accused of being strong, so he remained silent and watched the situation develop.

"I am anxious at the next moment, and I have to do it, sorry!"

At this time, the other party took off their hat and saluted. Yuan Chengzhi was shocked to find that the other party had no hair bun, and there was only a bare black hair above his head, standing like steel thorns, Muran had a little more firmness.

"Okay! Have even the monks from the Western Regions changed to eating like this young master?"

Wen Qing, who had been on the boat before, immediately spoke sarcastic and hostile, which made Yuan Chengzhi even more surprised: "Does these two have any grudges and entanglements?"

Unexpectedly, the young man ignored it and saluted Long Delin: "It is clear below that he is not a monk. He has just become a monk for a while and has recently returned to secular life. He wants to go to Quzhou. I wonder if it is convenient? It is easy to say... "

Originally, Long Delin and the Boss were frightened by Fang Minglu's skill and turned pale. Now, seeing each other's remnant Wuji, they are obviously also powerful figures. If they don't give them convenience, they may have to give them "convenience". After agreeing repeatedly, how dare they ask for any ship money?

"It turns out that his name is Fang Ming, he is a monk who returns to secular life!" Yuan Chengzhi knew that there must be many stories in it, and he became more determined to remain silent.

Fang Ming also felt Wen Qing's hostility, smiled at her slightly, and ignored her.

It has been three months since Fang Ming traveled through this.

First, he released all the martial arts difficulties he had accumulated in Shaolin Temple, and then pieced them together. After reading them himself, he finally got a clear understanding of the seventy-two skills. There was no benefit to stay there any longer, and he was afraid that the monks would be suspicious. He was afraid that the people who were inquiring about Shaolin Temple would come back. The truth would be revealed and the end was a good thing, so he naturally slipped out early, taking advantage of the situation to participate in the plot and gain some benefits.

He has a self-knowledge. Although he is a good player in the world, his martial arts are probably even worse than Yuan Chengzhi. After all, the other party is the leader of both the good and the evil, and is a top master.

The practice of internal strength depends on how over time, and it is easy to be anxious, but there is still a way.

If you don’t have enough martial arts, you can only use some external forces when you have no choice but to use some external forces. In this regard, Fang Ming has memories of his previous life. As the "Sitting and Forget Heart Sutra" is used, he remembers all the details of the original Green Blood Sword, so he naturally knows that he has many opportunities.

Moreover, since this body will eventually turn into essence and integrate with the body of the main world, the higher the martial arts, the better. Even if one of the ten is not left under the compression of the martial arts order, it will always gain.
Chapter completed!