You must be calm and look far away, so that you can stand for a long time. Otherwise, you will always count how long you have been standing, and you will definitely become more and more tired, your muscles will become tense and become more and more sour.

Zhao Zimo didn't know these questions before, but he asked the abbot's master.

He lived in his life of more than 100 years old and entered the innate realm at the age of 29. He is the highest level in the entire Shaolin Temple and the only one.

So when it comes to martial arts, of course, his master has the most experience and the deepest knowledge. Faced with a newbie who practices martial arts like him, as long as he can ask, he can basically explain it in detail.

But it has been two years since Zhao Zimo never asked anything again, mainly because he had asked everything. Now the abbot does not like to explain his martial arts experience. Instead, he asked him to read more Buddhism, learn more Buddhism, and copy more Buddhist scriptures, which are good for practicing Buddhism and mood.

As a new martial arts practitioner, he dare not be careless and does not have so much confidence. He thinks that learning martial arts alone is enough, so of course he is willing to believe this old man.

Although he can't understand many Buddhist scriptures and can't read them.

Then write it more and recite it more, and it can be called a Buddhist scripture. Of course, there are many words that are worth pondering, exploring, and pondering alone.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhao Zimo’s uneasy heart finally calmed down.

You are not confused for the future, nor are you afraid for the unknown.

The system did not choose the wrong person, his understanding is really good...

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From the scorching sun to the setting sun.

The uncle of the junior teacher who had crystal clear skin, slender fingers, and had never done any hard work at all. He was only thirteen years old and was the first time he practiced martial arts and learned horse stance, but he persisted like that, without moving, even if he was sweating profusely, he had a sip of water.

No matter how mosquitoes bite him, his expression remained unchanged. Some disciples of the Bao generation who did not like him and looked down on him did not dare to say anything at this time. They only had a capital letter in their hearts. No wonder he was the uncle of the junior teacher, and the others were not...

Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao are the same. They knew that this uncle of the junior master would paint everywhere if he had nothing to do, or would sit on the jade under the willow tree in the yard and meditate and stare blankly. But today he said he would stance horses, and he would stand longer than any disciple.

How many disciples who have practiced horse stance for a month can stand from the scorching sun to the evening to cook?

In the end, it was the first seat of the DAMO Academy. Jueming was worried about him and walked over to take a look and told him not to practice today. As a result, just as he reached out and before he could touch him, Zhao Zimo's eyes went dark and fell...

"My God, he has a watermelon skin. Uncle Master, you are fine, come on, I will help you up..." Jueming was tall and big, but at this moment he looked scared, and his beards began to rise up, for fear that there would be problems with his uncle, so he would be in trouble...

And he didn't fall down early or late, but he fell down when he came over to help him. Isn't this a scam?

This shady blame...

He always felt that the abbot could swallow him alive...

Although I am merciful and do not allow me to eat meat or anything, I will definitely make myself look good.

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"My good disciple, are you stupid? You stood for three hours for the first time...

Otherwise, your body is strong and you don’t have to take your legs anymore!” The old abbot sat next to the little monk Zimo, and while applying medicine to his legs, he said with pain.

He opened his cute big eyes, looked left and right, and smiled from time to time, indicating that he was fine.

As for the trembling Jueming standing beside his bed, he was squeezing his nose at this time, almost making the old abbot cry. After all, he has been so old and has been so old. When did someone scold such a sarcastic scolding in front of a young man?

"You... Jueming, I don't know what to say. This is his first time staging. He has been standing for so long, and you don't know how to take care of him?

This is because your uncle is fine. If something goes wrong with him, I will take the willow branches and beat you to death!" The old abbot comforted the little monk a few times, then pointed at Jueming's nose and cursed.

Speaking of killing you, the old monk quickly whispered: "Amitabha, good, good, good." But he turned his head and said: "If you can't kill you, you will also hurt you, making you feel better."

Anyway, Zhao Zimo finally felt good, so he defended him and said he didn't care about his business.

It’s my own ability to show off and want to try my limits!

Someone asked for help to explain, Jueming felt much better, but when he saw his uncle's big round eyes, he knew that even if he was exhausted, he wanted to see himself look ugly.

Jueming looked helpless, and with your awesome thoughts, he silently exited the room.

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"Little kid, are you in a good mood? I scolded him for a good time?" The abbot didn't feel sad at this time, and stared in his eyes and knocked his head hard.

"Oh, my master, it hurts...

If he hadn't always looked at me with nothing, I wouldn't have scared him.

It was just that I was not right. I didn’t treat me as my uncle as my uncle!" The little monk Zimo covered his forehead and felt a big bag quickly on his head. The old guy was too ruthless and thought to himself that it was time to practice the iron-headed qi...

"If you think right, you can't lie, Buddha will blame you...

Anyway, I'm also blamed on me. I have to accept you as a closed disciple, and I've given you too much growth in this generation.

Forget it, you can practice martial arts hard in the future and let them take a good look in the future...

By the way, be less clever and recite more Buddhist scriptures. I feel that you have completely read the Buddhist scriptures into your dog's belly!" The old monk looked a headache. He always took the exam for the Buddhist scriptures of Mo Xiao Monk.

He memorized the whole scripture without even jumping, and he could recite it easily for you. It really made the old monk very happy at the beginning.

Unfortunately, after a long time, the old monk found that there was something wrong with this little bastard. It seemed that he could easily remember anything when he saw it. Once he secretly practiced the martial arts moves of the Dragon Grab, he caught him.

The old monk vaguely remembered that he had just risen up once and practiced it before this little bastard. Anyway, he was not afraid that he would remember these moves. If there was no way to flow true energy, it would be useless to learn the moves...

But after a while he realized that this little guy was so impressed that he really remembered the moves...

Originally, the old monk only thought that he had a very high understanding and could recite it so well if he had learned all the Buddhist scriptures. As a result, he realized that his good disciple not only had a good understanding, but also had a good memory...

"Amitabha, there is no Buddhist principle!" The old monk sighed a little. Most people are ordinary people, even if they have some talent, they are just one of them.

But his disciple is so outstanding.

It was so outstanding that the old monk was afraid that he would go astray, afraid that he would be kidnapped by the Taoist bull's nose, and even more afraid that he would suddenly lose him...

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The day for martial arts is here, and Zhao Zimo has a very regular lifestyle.

When the sun rises eastward, facing the first ray of morning light, I feel the purple air of the rising sun.

The sun completely highlights the horizon, and then refines the body, skin, tendons, and bones.

When the sun was about to go west, he copied scriptures and painted them again.

After the sun sets, I meditate and think about this day.

Practice is boring, boring, and exhausted, and the road is long and there is no end.
Chapter completed!