The young monk turned his head, looked at Zou Tao and said in frustration: "I... my master has said a long time ago that there are people outside, and the art of kung fu will never end. It turns out that I... I think my kung fu is still good.
Okay, but... but when I came here and saw... the skills of senior brothers and sisters, I... realized that I was... too far behind, and everyone was worried... to death."
When several people around saw the young monk's depressed look, Lingling smiled and patted the boy's bald head and said, "Are you so worried? Hurry up and practice hard, don't look for trouble, you are almost worrying us to death."
"Senior Sister Lingling, I...I don't...have nothing to do to look for trouble. How can I have time to find trouble? During the day I...I practice shooting, and I sneak out to practice at night. I really don't...have time to find trouble and cause trouble."
The young monk argued while stroking his bald head.
"I wonder why this kid can't find anyone every day!" Zhang Wa glanced at Feng Dao squatting next to him and whispered. Zou Tao also nodded appreciatively, then grabbed the little monk's arm and encouraged: "No wonder
You boy is so proficient with a gun. You have trained so hard. Well done!"
"Well...what? I'm far behind...my brothers and sisters. I...I still have to chase them." The young monk frowned and muttered after hearing the voices of several people.
He then looked at Xiaoya and the others with gleaming eyes and said: "Yes, yes... right, I... I have to go... to find grandpa, let... let him teach me well too."
Lingling heard the boy's voice, looked at him and asked in surprise: "Didn't Master Changtian raise you? Where did your grandfather come from?"
Feng Dao and others also looked at this kid. They all knew that this kid was an orphan. Master Changtian took him in and raised him since he was a child. Apart from Master Changtian and his two senior brothers, he had no one else in the world.
Relatives.
When the little monk heard Lingling's question, he stared blankly and replied: "You...the grandpa you are talking about, no...isn't it me...my grandpa? You and...and Leopard Head's Kung Fu"
,Aren’t they all...taught by grandpa? I...I haven’t gone to see grandpa yet, he...will...will definitely...teach me kung fu when he sees me."
Several people around heard the little monk's confused answer, and their eyes were a little red. The little monk grew up in the temple. Except for his master, Master Changtian, and his two senior brothers, he has no relatives in this world.
.
Since he came to the army, he has regarded these big brothers and sisters around him as his relatives, and Wan Lin's grandfather as his own grandfather.
In his pure and white mind, these relatives of his elder brother and elder sister are the relatives of this little monk!
At this time, Cheng Ru and Feng Dao, who were sitting cross-legged next to them, had already opened their eyes. Wan Lin let go of their hands, and in the midst of the young monk's confused words, he turned around and pulled the young monk to his side.
He hugged the little monk and said emotionally: "Jingheng, you are right, my grandfather is your biological grandfather! When our operation is over, I will definitely take you to see your grandfather and let him teach you martial arts! There will be time in the future.
When the time comes, I will first teach you the introductory mental method of our Wanjia Neigong." He had already heard the young monk's confused question, and a wave of heat could not help but surge up in his heart.
When the young monk heard that Wan Lin said that he would take him to see his grandfather, and also teach him Wanjia's inner strength and mental skills first, he exclaimed in surprise: "Thank you...Thank you, senior brother Wan, that's great! That's right...that's right...
, my master said that the internal skills of each sect... each sect are... all top secret and cannot be passed on to outside disciples. I... I am still a disciple of Lingyi Temple. You... you can really... really pass it on to the outside disciples.
Me?"
Wan Lin hugged the boy hard and replied: "You are right, the internal skills and mental methods of various sects will not be easily taught to outsiders, so as not to fall into the wrong hands and harm society. But you are not an outsider; you are
Our little brother, of course we have to teach it to you! By the way, does your master allow you to practice martial arts from other sects?"
When the young monk heard Wan Lin's affirmative answer, he pushed Wan Lin away and replied: "Permit... I... my master said when I left... to open the Lingyi Temple, please... let me tell you all
Senior brother, senior sister, learn... Kung Fu, and I will accept you as... my master. Your sect will be... my sect."
As he said this, the boy knelt on his knees under the rock, lying on the ground and kowtowed to Wan Lin. When Wan Lin saw the boy's actions, he was so frightened that he quickly pulled the boy up and shouted in a low voice: "What are you going to do?
"
"Kowtow...kowtow!" The boy stammered in reply. He then looked up at Wan Lin and explained: "My...master said that the inner strength and mental method are...the direct disciples of various sects.
Only...can you learn it? If you...want to be a disciple, then...you have to kowtow to be a disciple!" He then pushed Wan Lin away and kowtowed with his hands on the rock.
Wan Lin heard the boy's explanation and lifted him up from the rock. He stared in horror and shouted in a low voice: "I haven't even started training yet, why should I accept a disciple? Even if I accept a disciple, I won't
If I dare to accept you, a boy who gets into trouble every day, please spare me and stay away!"
He then picked up the kid's collar and threw it towards Feng Dao like a chicken: "Go, go, go to your Brother Feng quickly, don't worship me, I still want to live for a few more years!"
Zou Tao and the others around him all laughed when they heard Wan Lin's voice. Feng Dao raised his hand and hugged the little monk Wan Lin threw over. He smiled and whispered to the boy: "You boy, don't look for trouble, Leopard Head is so busy."
, how can I have time to be your master! Why don’t you thank Baotou quickly, he has already agreed to teach you inner skills and mental methods.”
"Ah?" The young monk looked up at Feng Dao in astonishment: "Brother Feng, if you don't... don't bow to me, Leopard Tou... you can teach me too?"
Lingling heard that this boy was still struggling with the matter of kowtow to become a disciple. She raised her head and knocked the boy's bald head: "You are stupid, why don't you thank Leopard Head quickly? If you kowtow, he will be knocked away. Do you still want to let him go?"
Did he teach you?"
When the young monk heard Lingling's scolding, he rolled his eyes, quickly pushed away the wind knife beside him, stood up from the rock, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Wan Lin to thank him.
The wind knife held down the boy's bald head and shouted: "You are looking for death, squat down!" The little monk hurriedly squatted under the rock. He stuck out his buttocks, clasped his hands together, bowed and looked at Wan Lin and said: "Thank you...
...Thank you, Senior Brother Wan! I...I must study seriously, my master said, I...I learn things quickly! You...you..."
Before the boy finished speaking, Wan Lin, who was already lying on the rock and aiming his gun at the mountains ahead, turned to look at the boy and was about to speak, but when he saw the boy sticking his butt out and clasping his hands, he couldn't bear it.
He couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Thank you for what? Put your helmet on me quickly and get ready for action!"