Fang Yu didn't dare to interrupt his thoughts. After staying for a long time, he coughed a few times when he saw that he had gone around in circles a few times without stopping. Cheng Guan ignored him.
Fang Yu walked forward, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Lao He..."
As soon as the palm of his hand touched his shoulder, his body suddenly shook, and he flew out immediately. He hit the wall with a bang, his breath was blocked, and he opened his mouth to shout, but there was no sound.
Cheng Guan was shocked. He rushed up to him, knelt down, put his hands together in worship, and said, "My nephew deserves death. I bumped into my uncle. Please punish me severely."
After a long while, Fang Yu took a breath and said with a wry smile: "Please get up, please get up, no need to be polite, it's my own fault."
Cheng Guan still kept apologizing.
Fang Yu stood up by supporting the wall, then helped Cheng Guan stand up, and asked: "What kind of kung fu are you doing? It's so powerful." He thought to himself: "If this kung fu is not too difficult to practice, it will be useful if you learn it."
Cheng Guan had a look of fear on his face and said, "I'm really sorry. I replied to my uncle: This is the magical power of Prajna Palm to protect the body."
Fang Yu nodded, thinking that if he wants to learn this Kung Fu, he must first learn Shaolin Changquan, Arhat Fist, Fuhu Fist, Skanda Fist, Scattered Flower Hand, Paramita Hand, Vajra Divine Palm, Nianhua Fist and so on.
Li Luosuo has a lot of skills, but I don’t have the skills. Even if I have the skills, I don’t have the energy to practice hard.
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Fang Yu asked: "Can you think of a quick fix?"
Cheng Guan shook his head with a grimace and said: "My nephew has thought that he can defeat the two female benefactors without using One Finger Zen, Yi Jin Nei Kung, or using Prajna Palm to deal with them, but... it's just...
…”
Fang Yu said: "Just to practice Prajna Palm will take twenty or thirty years, right?"
Cheng Guan murmured: "Twenty or thirty years, I'm afraid...I'm afraid..."
Fang Yu flattened his mouth, with a look of disdain on his face, and said, "I'm afraid it may not be enough."
Cheng Guan was very ashamed and replied: "Exactly." After staying for a while, he said: "Let my nephew think about it again. If I use a flower to capture the hand, I don't know if it will work."
Fang Yu thought to himself that this old monk was very rigid and had to do things in an orderly manner. Even if the flower-handling technique was effective, it would take at least ten years to learn it.
This old monk has strong bones and seems not to be inferior to Master Hong. However, Master Hong creatively creates new tricks and adapts to changes, and he is so free and easy. However, this old monk is a dull man, and he has to find a bright way.
Fang Yu said: "Master Nephew, I don't think these two little girls are young enough to have practiced kung fu for many years."
Cheng Guan said: "Yes, so this is strange."
Fang Yu said: "Since people will never learn step by step, we don't have to practice step by step. How can they have such profound internal strength cultivation as you? Look, it's impossible to deal with these two little girls.
You don’t need to practice internal strength.”
Cheng Guan was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "If you don't have a good foundation for practicing martial arts, then... isn't that a heresy?"
Fang Yu said: "Not only are they hereditary, but they also have no skills. To deal with the incompetent kung fu, you have to use incompetent methods."
Cheng Guan looked confused and murmured: "No way, no way, no way? This... this, my nephew doesn't understand."
Fang Yu smiled and said, "If you don't understand, I'll teach you."
Cheng Guan said respectfully: "Uncle, please give me some advice."
Every uncle and master of the "Hui" generation he had met in his life were all virtuous monks with outstanding martial arts skills. He thought that although this young master's uncle was still young and lacked internal strength, he would definitely be great.
There is something extraordinary about it.
Otherwise, how could Fang Yu be his master uncle? These days, I have been thinking hard about how to quickly achieve martial arts, but I still can't find the way. It seems that if I think about it for ten or twenty years, until I die of old age, I still won't be able to solve the problem.
Download Now that this little eminent monk of obscure generation is here to give guidance, Cheng Guan couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and even more admiration arose in his heart.
Fang Yu said: "You said that the two little girls used a move from the Kunlun School or the Emei School. How can the martial arts of our Shaolin School be compared to these?"
A mess of sects. "Who is stronger?"
Cheng Guan said: "I'm afraid our Shaolin sect is stronger. Even if we are not stronger, at least we will not be weaker than them."
Fang Yu clapped his hands and said, "That's easy. They don't use internal strength and can use a move from the Xili Hulun sect. We don't use internal strength and can use a move from the Shaolin sect, so we can beat them."
It doesn’t matter if it’s Prajna Hall, Vajra Fist, Paramita Hands, or Amitabha’s feet, as long as you don’t practice internal skills, it’s easy to learn, isn’t it?”
Cheng Guan frowned and said: "This sect does not have the Kung Fu of Amitabha Kung Fu. I wonder if other sects have it? However, if we do not practice internal strength, these boxing and palm techniques of our sect will have no power. When encountering other sects with strong internal strength,
A master can break his muscles and bones with just one move."
Fang Yu laughed and said, "Are these two little girls masters with profound internal skills?"
Cheng Guan said: "No."
Fang Yu said: "Then why do you need to worry?"
The words really woke up the dreamer. Cheng Guan let out a long breath and said, "That's it, that's it! My nephew never thought of this."
He paused for a while and then said: "But there is another difficulty. Our sect has eighteen methods of entry, thirty-six internal and external weapons, and seventy-two stunts. There are dozens of variations in each skill.
The number is more than a thousand. It is not easy to learn all these moves. Even if you don't learn internal skills and just learn the moves, it will take decades of effort."
Fang Yu thought to himself: "This old monk is terribly stupid."
Fang Yu said with a smile: "Then why do you need to learn them all? As long as you know what moves the little girl can do, the soldiers will block it, the water will cover it up, the little girl will hit you with this move, the old monk will break it with this move, and the discipline will kill you."
They were forced to flee and never return."
Cheng Guan nodded repeatedly, his face showed joy, and he felt like he had a sudden enlightenment.
Fang Yu said: "The girl in blue used a move like the Laoshan sect's "Jianghe Sunxia". You said there are six ways to avoid it and seven ways to counterattack.
In fact, why is it necessary to be so arrogant? As long as there is one way to fight back and defeat her, why not imitate him for the other twelve, wouldn't it be much easier?"
Cheng Guan was overjoyed and said: "That's right, that's right! The two female benefactors broke the arms of the master's uncle and injured the four of them, the nephew and the master Jingji. They used the muscle-splitting and bone-splitting hand, which included four schools of techniques. We use our Shaolin Temple
His martial arts can actually be resolved."
Cheng Guan immediately performed the techniques used by the two women one by one, and then explained the breaking method of each move, and tried it out with Fang Yu.
Chengguan's cracking methods were sometimes too complicated and difficult to learn, and sometimes he used internal strength unknowingly, so Fang Yu asked him to think of another concise method.
The martial arts of the Shaolin School are indeed vast and powerful, and the old monk Cheng Guan is extremely broad. As long as Fang Yu finds it difficult to learn, he shakes his head and uses another move. If it doesn't work, he changes it again until Fang Yu can do it effortlessly.
until you learn.
Cheng Guan saw that his uncle mastered these moves in less than half an hour. The problem that he had been thinking about for many days was suddenly solved.
, said: "What a pity, what a pity!" Then he shook his head and said, "Danger, danger!"
Fang Yu hurriedly asked: "What's a pity and what's dangerous?"
Cheng Guan said: "Uncle, I want you, the old man, Jingji and the others to go out and take the initiative with the two women and let them break their hands and feet. If the break is severe and difficult to heal, wouldn't it be a pity to be disabled from now on? Another example is the two.
The female benefactor was ruthless and actually killed five of you. Isn’t that dangerous?”
Fang Yu wondered: "Why do we need the five of us to do it again?"
Cheng Guan said: "The two female donors must have learned more tricks than these. Since my nephew doesn't know what other tricks they have, he naturally doesn't know the method of dismantling them. How could the five of them find out if they hadn't been locked up and beaten to try out the tricks?
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Fang Yu laughed loudly: "I see. There is a way. As long as you take action against them, there will be no regrets and no danger."
Cheng Guan had a troubled look on his face and said, "Monks don't get angry, and it would be very wrong to attack others for no reason."
Fang Yu said: "Yes. The two of us will leave the temple for a walk. If the two female donors have gone far, then we will
The good is gone. This is called not to offend others unless they offend me. Then they have other tricks, and we don’t need to pay attention to them."
Cheng Guan said: "That's great, that's great! However, my nephew never leaves the temple. Whenever he comes out, he is deliberately trying to cause trouble. His intentions seem to be bad. When I, the Buddha, first performed the Wheel-turning Dharma in Sarnath, I taught the Four Noble Truths and the Eight Noble Truths.
The right path, this "right intention" is one of the Eightfold Path..."
Fang Yu interrupted him and said, "We don't have to go far. We can just walk around the temple. It's best not to meet them."
Cheng Guan said: "Exactly, exactly. My uncle is kind-hearted and has no competition with others. That is justice. My nephew should follow his example."
Fang Yu secretly laughed, holding his hand and walking out of the Shaolin Temple through the side door.
Cheng Guan had never even seen the woods beside the temple. When he saw a large area of green pine trees, he couldn't help but marveled and praised: "These many pine trees growing together are a wonder. In the courtyard of our Prajna Hall, there are only two..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a scream from behind: "Here is the bald little thief!" A white light flashed, and a steel knife was slashed towards Fang Yu.
Cheng Guan said: "This is the "Fierce Tiger Descends from the Mountain" in the Five Tigers Cutting the Door Sword." He stretched out his hand to grab the wrist of the sword wielder, and suddenly remembered that this move was from the "Nian Hua Qing Shou" technique. It was too difficult.
He said, "No!" He quickly withdrew his hands.
It was the one in blue shirt who wielded the knife. When she saw Cheng Guan shrinking his hand, the lancet turned quickly and swept towards his waist. At this moment, the girl in green shirt also sprang out from the pine forest and slashed at Fang Yu with the knife.
Fang Yu hurriedly hid behind Cheng Guan, and the girl in the green shirt slashed at Cheng Guan's left shoulder.
Cheng Guandao: "This is a move of the Tai Chi Sword. It is not easy to resolve with simple methods..."
Before finishing a sentence, the two women swung their swords with both hands, slashing more and more urgently.
Cheng Guan shouted: "Uncle, no, no. The two female benefactors moved too fast. I... I didn't have time to think. You... please hurry up and please don't be impatient and chop slowly."
The girl in the blue shirt continued to use fierce attacks, but could not cut the old monk. She almost took the knife away from him several times. She heard him yelling and yelling, thinking that he meant to be sarcastic. In anger, she slashed even more urgently.