When Chen Jingke woke up, it was already the next morning. He was a little surprised that he had a big heart. Could it be that after traveling through time, not only did his body become smaller, but his mind also decreased?
It's also time travel, and people casually slap the old foxes from ancient times, who can play with the whole world with just a hair. I am nothing, and it is too embarrassing for my peers.
When I was thinking wildly, I heard a sound of "ho ho ho hey" coming from outside. It seemed that someone was doing hard work to cheer themselves up.
What was he doing this early in the morning? He got up and opened the door, and found a man in fancy clothes doing boxing on the martial arts field on one side of the yard.
He had met this man yesterday. He was a Taoist priest named Kong Zhengping, but he didn't expect to know kung fu.
Chen Jingke didn't understand martial arts, but from the "whooshing" sound he made when he waved his fists and feet, it could be seen that every move and every move was full of power.
He felt that all it took was one punch and the other person would kneel on the ground, begging him not to die.
Kong Zhengping played for another seven or eight minutes before he stopped. While wiping his sweat with a towel, he said apologetically: "I am used to doing morning exercises, but I forgot that the little master was resting. I apologize for disturbing you."
Chen Jingke then came over and said: "Master Taoist is good at martial arts. I have always heard about the existence of masters in the world, but I just wish I had never met them. Today I finally got what I wanted. I wonder which boxing method I practice?"
Kong Zhengping said quickly: "Young master, I don't dare to say that. How can I call myself a master? I just know a little bit about the tricks practiced by soldiers in the army."
"The really powerful one is Junior Brother Yang Tianlu. He is a first-class master and can be ranked high in the palace."
Chen Jingke suddenly became interested. Could this still be the world of martial arts? He quickly inquired about the situation, and then he was disappointed to find that he had thought too much.
This is an ordinary world.
The so-called first-class master means that he has more and more flexible methods and can properly use the surrounding environment and use his own advantages to defeat his opponents.
Take Kong Zhengping and Yang Tianlu as an example. Kong Zhengping has the absolute upper hand in strength, and Yang Tianlu is no match for him in a head-on fight.
However, in the actual fight, he loses more than he wins. Yang Tianlu uses his body's flexibility and skills to always see his loopholes and attack him. If the two sides fight to the death, he has no chance of winning.
This made Chen Jingke very disappointed. His martial arts dream was shattered before it even started.
But then he asked curiously: "Why do Taoists who are so good at martial arts condescend to this Taoist temple? Are you the legendary masters hiding in the dark and guarding the palace?"
Kong Zhengping's expression...how should I put it, is a bit weird. Where did this little master hear this legendary novel?
But seeing that he was only about ten years old, it became clear. What child has never had a dream?
He said: "No matter what kind of master, there is only one way to die in front of the fully armed guards. They can't even run away. The defense of the palace depends on them."
"If even they are breached, we will only have to look for opportunities to escape."
"Besides joining the army, a martial artist is only useful in looking after people's homes and nursing homes. I only practice martial arts to strengthen my body. It's not as complicated as you said."
Chen Jingke wanted to ask if they could have stopped Li Shimin if they had been there on the day of the Xuanwu Gate Incident, but he did not dare to ask because of the issue of his life.
While they were talking, Sun Simiao also walked out of the room, and Chen Jingke quickly stepped forward to say hello.
"Master, you're up."
Sun Simiao said with a trace of tiredness on his face: "Well, before leaving the palace, just stay in the temple and don't run around. Do you understand?"
Chen Jingke said calmly: "I understand, master, don't worry, I promise not to take a step out of the door."
Sun Simiao glanced at him and said nothing.
Kong Zhengping also came to greet him, and then ran to the side and brought a basin of water for him to wash up. Sun Simiao was not polite and enjoyed his service as a matter of course.
Then he took Chen Jingke to boxing for a while, not practicing martial arts but doing health-preserving boxing.
To be precise, it is a set of boxing techniques created by Sun Simiao based on the remaining chapters of Wu Qin Xi and adding many movements.
For fighting, it was probably at the level of punching Nanshan Nursing Home and kicking Beihai Kindergarten.
But Chen Jingke likes it very much. In his previous life, he was unable to exercise strenuously due to physical reasons. He also learned Tai Chi for health and practiced it several times a day.
Although this thing hits a lot of people, the specific effect can only be said without statistics.
Sun Simiao's version of Wu Qin Xi is different. Historical records record that this old man lived for more than a hundred years, which may have something to do with this set of boxing techniques.
I promised to support him until his death, and he must live long enough, otherwise it would be hard to say who would give it to whom.
I repeated a set of boxing techniques for half an hour and didn't stop until I started to sweat.
At this time, Taoist priest Chang Xiang Xuezhen led several disciples over and said, "Master, please have a meal."
Being able to come here on time can only mean one thing. He has been watched by others for a long time. It is normal when you think about it, after all, it is their territory.
Breakfast is very simple, a bowl of millet porridge, a pancake and two plates of vegetables, which is quite light and healthy.
Sun Simiao and Chen Jingke were not polite, they simply used it and started their day's work.
After all, they were guests in Sanqing Temple, so they still had to follow the proper etiquette. For example, when Xiangxue really asked Sun Simiao to take the time to teach everyone to study scriptures, Sun Simiao did not refuse.
The two parties agreed that 4:00 a.m. (9-11 a.m.) would be the time for teaching the Bible every day.
Sun Simiao had no teachers, and everything he learned was pieced together from different teachers. However, a genius is a genius. At the age of twenty, he understood the teachings of Lao and Zhuang, and was proficient in Taoist classics.
It is important to emphasize that these are Taoist classics, not Taoist classics. The relationship between the two is like that of father and son.
Therefore, although Sun Simiao did not have any masters, everyone must respect him as a real person or an old god.
This is the recognition that hard power brings.
Today, Sun Simiao was telling everyone about the Tao Te Ching. Naturally, Chen Jingke also listened along and studied very seriously.
As mentioned before, he knew very well what Taoism meant during the Tang Dynasty, and he had to make good use of this identity, so he magically changed Journey to the West.
But it is not enough to just rely on magic to modify Journey to the West. You must also have a sufficient understanding of Taoist classics. Sun Simiao is the best teacher, so he naturally has to learn from it.
He began to study the Tao Te Ching half a year ago. Although he had heard everything Sun Simiao said now, as the saying goes, he learned the new by reviewing the past, so he still studied it seriously.
At the end of the two-hour lecture, all the Taoist priests stood up respectfully and saluted and thanked him.
When everyone left, Chen Jingke took a special look at the man named Yang Tianlu. He was just an ordinary Taoist priest, and there was nothing remarkable about him at all.
Yang Tianlu also noticed that he was staring at him, so he nodded without saying anything.
After that, the master and the apprentice were ready to go back to the house to continue studying the treatment methods for asthma. However, before they could leave, they saw a little Taoist boy running over in a hurry and saying: