Chapter 3 Past Grudges

Author: Mobei Shasha Knife

Chapter 3 Past Grudges

Xu Zhengping seemed to have gone back to the time when he first started practicing martial arts. His master, Master Fang Yin, personally guided his every movement and breathing rhythm.

The kindness of my master is still vivid in my mind, but it is a pity that it has gone far away.

Since the death of his master, Xu Zhengping and his fellow disciples have been repeatedly bullied, and their character has long been tempered to be cold and cruel.

If you are not strong enough, being bullied for a while does not mean you have to endure it for the rest of your life.

He always fought back immediately when he had the chance. Even without learning any superior martial arts, he still penetrated the wooden man alley, penetrated the bronze man formation, and reached the seventh place in his generation!

He was also increasingly ostracized, hated, and marginalized by others. The Shaolin family had a great cause, and no elder would pay attention to a little-known little monk like him.

Xu Zhengping's eyes were shining, and he was practicing boxing in his hands. The Luohan Boxing was practiced together with the Bodhidharma Heart Sutra.

Internal strength is slowly developed through high-intensity physical training and boxing.

He enters the country faster now than when he was in the Shaolin Temple. Because he has decided to betray Shaolin, he can naturally eat meat unscrupulously to make up for the shortfall in practicing external skills.

The resources of the Shaolin Temple are limited, and there are various rules and regulations prohibiting the consumption of meat and fish.

Disciples usually use medicine to replenish their physical deficits caused by practicing internal and external martial arts.

But that is basically limited to the most valued disciples of the master. A disciple like Zhengping, who has never been able to get involved.

They can only eat more beans to replace meat to replenish their bodies, but beans are of course not as easy to digest and absorb as meat.

Even if some monks want to work hard, they can't. They can't absorb all the nutrients from beans, and their bodies can only be depleted day by day. They can only slow down the pace of practice, fall behind step by step, and fall behind step by step, becoming a marginalized group.

Xu Zhengping’s way of making up for being in the temple is...eating insects!

Locusts, grasshoppers, ant eggs, spiders, centipedes, scorpions and even cockroaches, etc., things that others would not dare to touch, he bit the bullet and found a way to clean them and eat them.

These can also provide enough nutrients and protein to replace the body's deficit.

In fact, he also wanted to be like other monks, taking advantage of the opportunity to go down the mountain to do business, often eating meat secretly, or asking the shopkeeper to add meat oil when eating noodles, which was also a method.

But he couldn't do it. He was jealous of others for trying too hard, and many eyes were watching in the dark. If they found that he dared to touch meat and violate the temple rules, they would immediately report him, be punished or even be expelled from the temple.

It was such hardship that allowed him to gradually become an outstanding disciple of the Juezi generation, but he still could not gain the attention of the temple and could not acquire the seventy-two unique skills.

This time... he no longer wants to take the original path and endure the original hardships. In this world, one cannot change one's own destiny through hard work.

You have to fight! Fight by any means necessary! Only then can you fight for a piece of the world!

Even if he has to step on thousands of corpses in the process, as long as he is on the road ahead, no matter how many people are sacrificed, he will not hesitate.

More than five months have passed, and his practice of Luohan Quan has become more profound than before. I am afraid that no one among his peers knows the actual combat methods of Luohan Quan better than him.

At the same time, he has also developed an internal strength equivalent to the five years before San Gong. This internal strength is not worth a penny, but as long as he practices for a few more months, he will be able to fully master it within ten years.

But he could no longer continue. Five months of hard training day and night were a huge drain on resources.

He often buys enough meat and medicinal materials. He still remembers the Shaolin Temple's prescriptions for nourishing qi and strengthening blood.

Just these things, seventy taels of silver are enough to last so long.

The Ming Dynasty implemented a silver standard system. There was a lot of silver in circulation, but its value was relatively low. The living cost of an ordinary family for food, housing and clothing was about ten taels of silver a year.

More than seventy taels of silver is equivalent to seven years for an ordinary family, so martial arts training is really expensive, and the Shaolin family is so big that they can't take care of all the monks.

Most of Xu Zhengping's money was stolen from Meizhuang in West Lake. It's a pity that Meizhuang was burned down violently by Ren Wo, otherwise Xu Zhengping would have taken away more money.

There is no other way at the moment but to go down the mountain and think about how to make money, and then where to find more advanced martial arts practice.

At this time, he had not had a haircut or shave for almost a year, and his face was covered with beard and sideburns. Looking at the water, he looked like a savage.

This helped him conceal his identity and prevent him from being recognized by Shaolin disciples, so he didn't plan on shaving, so he just found a straw rope and tied it in his hair, just like a walking Wu Song, and just carried his luggage down the mountain.

Today happens to be the fifteenth, which is market day.

Xu Zhengping went down the mountain to the market. With the few scattered coins he still had, he sat at a tea stall eating steamed buns and thinking about where to go next.

At this moment, seven or eight monks came to the table opposite him and sat at two tables.

Xu Zhengping looked at them quietly and walked away, his eyes focused, he knew all these people, they were disciples of Fang Chen, the arrogant man.

And since his master Fang Yin died, he was assigned to Fang Chen.

The nickname of this arrogant man is not wrong at all. He has a very bad temper. He is very impatient when teaching martial arts. He likes to yell. If any disciple fails to understand the key points, he will often fight with fists and kicks.

None of his disciples were beaten until they were covered in bruises, and affiliated disciples like Xu Zhengping were even more like punching bags.

Xu Zhengping would rather peek at other monks practicing martial arts, or ask for advice through bribery, than ask this uncle Fang Chen for advice.

The disciples under him also inherited his bad temper and would fight with each other whenever they disagreed. When he was assigned to his subordinates for the first time four years ago, he learned how to fight with these disciples.

The monk in charge at the moment was Fang Chen's first disciple Jue Hui. He was five years older than him and his cultivation was deeper than him.

This man was like Fang Chen's own child, with a majestic physique, muscles as strong as iron, and a beard, looking more like a butcher than a monk.

Of course, what impressed Xu Zhengping most deeply about him was his martial arts. As the number one master in Fang Chen's sect, he was a leader even among the Shaolin Jue generation.

When I left Shanmen a year ago, there was a competition at Shanmen, and this person won third place.

Xu Zhengping ranked seventh and was defeated by this person.

But he didn't feel that he was much weaker than Jue Hui. If he was to say he was inferior, it was because the opponent had practiced the powerful Vajra Finger, one of the seventy-two unique skills, while he had not practiced any superior martial arts at all.

It stands to reason that as long as a Shaolin disciple can pass the test of the Wooden Man Lane and the Bronze Man Formation, he will be eligible to receive one of the seventy-two unique skills.

But for a group of disciples like Xu Zhengping who don't have a master, no one will fight for them.

There is injustice everywhere in this world. Xu Zhengping has already seen through it. At the moment, he just lowered his head quietly and pretended not to recognize these Shaolin disciples.

They gathered together to discuss what was happening in the world today.

"Ren Woxing came back to the world, and I heard that he controlled many people with the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill! It seems that he is going to split the demon sect in two!"

"Ren Woxing is also a first-class demon in the world. It seems that there was another reason for surrendering to the leader. He should have a deep hatred with Dongfang Bubai, but we didn't see him directly attacking Heimu Cliff."

"Dongfang Bubai is one of the top masters today. He once dueled with the sword god Xie Xiaofeng, and the outcome is unknown.

Although Ren Woxing is a top expert, he should not be as good as Dongfang Bubai. Because of this self-awareness, he has been reluctant to go to Blackwood Cliff."

"I heard that this matter has alarmed the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and Zuo Lengchan wants to form an alliance in Songshan Mountain to discuss how to deal with this matter.

But the Hengshan sect also reported that Liu Zhengfeng invited all the heroes from the world and washed his hands in the golden basin. There seems to be another reason."

Xu Zhengping listened carefully and gained a lot of information, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a Shaolin disciple pointed at Xu Zhengping from behind and said, "Brother Juehui, does this beggar look familiar to you?"

Juehui frowned and said, "What looks familiar?"

"Remember Jueming? He hasn't been back to the temple for a year. Everyone thought he was dead."

Juehui immediately stood up, jumped in front of Xu Zhengping, frowned and looked at him with a beard.
Chapter completed!