A few tattoos are related to Chinese martial arts. Let’s think about the next chapter. “The imperial divination is a treasure of our China, and it also affects our Chinese nerves. It’s not a bad idea to occasionally use some mysterious Chinese martial arts as an embellishment in the officialdom.
"Hehehe, why do you need the sound? Isn't it broken? I'll tell you after I've spanked your ass. It's not too late. Hurry up. Don't waste time trying to delay it. I don't have the patience." The old man urged again.
With luck, he stepped forward like a mountain and stretched out his right hand. He smiled again and said: "Be tough, young man, you only have three palms. Go to my palm and use all your strength to do it."
.Otherwise, don’t blame me for being cruel if you get spanked later.”
"He is calm and calm, he is indeed an expert." Ye Fan muttered secretly, feeling that although the old man did not move, there seemed to be some inexplicable energy flowing out of his body, shrouding his body like a heavy temperament.
"Isn't this old man an innate super ninth-level warrior? His inner strength has the power to directly hit the enemy." Ye Fan secretly regretted the violent wave just now and felt that he had said too much.
At this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, and then he adjusted his breath in a circle. The internal energy activated the meridians throughout the body. With a roar like a mountain, a tiger roaring, and a forest leaping up, he was as tall as a woman, and punched the old man's right hand straight away.
However, Ye Fan was very weird. At the beginning, the pressure was only 30%, which made the old man feel like a second-level kid.
However, the momentum was so great that the old man shook his head and said secretly: "It's false but not real, grandstanding but not real. Alas! It's a pity that a good seedling is lost. His basic skills are too weak."
Sure enough, Ye Fan punched the palm of the old man's hand, and Ye Fan let out a "pop" sound. Instead, he was rebounded by the invisible internal energy overflowing from the old man's palm and took three or four steps back before he stabilized his body.
I felt a slight surge of energy and blood in my lungs, and I was secretly shocked. This old man was really powerful.
With a light look in his eyes, he pretended to be furious and shouted: "Punch me again."
This time, it looked like he had exerted a lot of force, and it looked like he had exerted 100% of his strength. A fierce punch hit the old man directly and left him.
"Oh! It still doesn't work! It seems that this kid is not at the third level of martial arts, which is normal." Seeing Ye Fan's boxing skills, the old man shook his head inwardly, a little disappointed. He really wanted to discover a peerless genius.
This time, Ye Fan was so shocked that he took seven or eight steps back before he could stabilize his body. His eyes widened in horror. The eyeballs were so bulging that they seemed to be about to fall off. His chest and abdomen were heaving violently, and he was gasping for breath.
With
gas.
Of course, all this was pretended by Ye Fan himself. The purpose was, of course, to make the old man relax completely after satisfying his frivolous heart. The third punch would give him a fatal blow. Don't necessarily hit it with one hit.
"Forget it, young man, you can't do it. There's no need to throw this third punch. It's a waste of effort. I'm not going to be whipped this time." The old man looked a little uninterested, and stretched out his hand to flick the "red blood" on his waist.
"Jade Pendant" is not interesting anymore.
A master of the eighth rank and above competes with an entry-level warrior of the second rank. It is really not interesting. It is like an adult playing a game with a baby. It is strange to be interested.
"No! A gentleman keeps his promise. This last punch will definitely come true. This junior must also keep the bet. Although he is of lower rank, he is also a person who keeps his promise." Ye Fan pretended to be silly and stubborn, and he must
Finished gambling.
"Hahaha, good boy." If you are shameless, you have to ask me to spank you, right? Okay, come on, I haven't spanked anyone in such a long time.
I won’t give up my surname until you call me mom later.” Old man Yin was also amused by Ye Fan’s stupidity, and he made up his own surname with this casual sentence.
Ye Fan was overjoyed and said to himself: "It turns out that the old man's surname is Yin. There are not many surnames in China."
"Senior Yin, get ready, I'm going to punch." Ye Xin yelled angrily and took a stance.
"Hey! Wait, how do you know my surname is Yin? It's weird, you don't know magic, do you?" Old Man Yin suddenly opened his eyes and asked blankly.
"Didn't Senior tell me just now? What's wrong with someone with the surname "Yin." Ye Fan nodded and the old man finally came to his senses. For a moment, his face turned into pig liver, and he said with a smile: "Yeah! I'm just
My surname is Yin, come on!"
He didn't pay much attention at all, he just stood there. He didn't even stand up in the cross-horse stance, and stretched out his right palm. A second-level warrior is indeed not worthy of the old man's horse stance.
Ye Fan still pretended to rush over with all his strength, but when his fist was one meter away from Old Man Yin, his internal energy suddenly increased sharply. He suddenly increased his internal energy from 30% to 60%, and he looked like a fifth-level master.
The momentum is almost the same.
Old Man Yin seemed to feel it too, after all, he was a master.
However, the distance was too close, and Old Man Yin had no time to increase his power. He watched helplessly as Ye Fan's fist hit his palm with invisible force.
"Bang!"
There was a violent sound, and Ye Fan's 60% strength and the pure inner strength of Old Man Yin's temporary head violently collided with each other through the palm of his flesh.
The surrounding air made a "chirping" sound, a sharp sound of being torn apart. The force and air waves merged together, hitting the branches on the side and making the branches rustle.
For the sake of face, the old man took a small step back and pinched his body bones. His chest felt a dull pain. However, the old man felt embarrassed because he had been tricked. He felt that this kid was too slippery and could be called a liar.
A burst of anger rose up from Dantian, and then used the force of the counter-shock to throw out 50% of the force and blast it violently towards Ye Fan.
Then there was another loud bang. Ye Fan was so shocked by the old man's anger that he retreated seven or eight meters away.
He hit the ground and rolled around three times before stopping. His chest felt tight for a while, his head felt dizzy for a while, and his blood was boiling and wanted to come out from his internal organs. His body was so gray and miserable.
Ye Fan knew that he was going to make the old man angry with his dirty tricks, so he simply leaned against a tree for a while and did not dare to get up, thinking that he would let the old man calm down first.
Otherwise, if this old man really ignores his master's demeanor and mutilates us with his dirty hands, we will be in big trouble.
The old man's level was obviously higher than mine. The force of the shock at that moment was like a giant hammer hitting my body, which almost shattered my frame. It was so powerful. A master is a master. There is no chance of success in martial arts.
On the other hand, Old Man Yin's face was extremely ugly, and he probably couldn't accept such an embarrassing ending.
Perhaps it was deep regret for underestimating the enemy that led to such an outcome. Suddenly, his face turned the color of pig liver, and for a moment it seemed to be purple-green.
He thought to himself: "Damn! An eight-year-old kid is so tough on me. This boat is capsized and stinks! If those old ghosts find out, they won't laugh out loud."
It took a long time to calm down, "Shenshifan is unlucky enough." Luli Temple also eliminated a lot of six-year-olds, because there was only a Quchu waiter teacher who competed with a little kid and lost his temper when he lost. He also felt that
A little embarrassed.
He sighed and said: "Young people are awesome! What's your name? How old are you? You should have the skills of the fifth level of Yuanjing."
"I'm sorry, senior, for playing some tricks. Otherwise, I would have been shocked and spanked by you. My name is Ye Fan. I am old this year. Please forgive me, senior.
That Wang, Peiyi said it just as a joke, old man, don't worry. As long as you tell the secret of Guiling Village, it can make the villagers' lives easier."
Ye Fan's sincere attitude relieved a lot of old man Yin's embarrassment.
"Hmph! Do you think I am a gossip? I will definitely fulfill my promise to you. But I can't give you this red blood jade pendant. Alas,"
Old Man Yin sighed, took off the three-finger piece of red jade pendant from the straw rope, and rubbed it as if there was a story in it.
"Oh! Boy, it's stained red with blood."
The old man was silent for a long time, rubbing his jade pendant, feeling unhappy.
Ye Fan also remained silent, and was even more curious about the jade pendant stained red by blood, but he suppressed the impulse in his heart and did not speak.
He thought to himself: "Everyone has secrets in their hearts. Maybe this is a treasure in Old Man Yin's heart."
"Young man, you are a genius. You have reached the fifth level at a young age, and your future is bright. Maybe you like to hang out in officialdom, and maybe officialdom is the best place to hone your skills and artistic conception.
Do it according to your own wishes. People live forever, and grass and trees fall in autumn. When you are alive, you should pursue freedom and carefreeness, and just have a clear conscience.
What I say does not mean that you should be rigid in your work. Those who do big things should not stick to trivial matters. Be at ease and follow your heart.
To benefit the people is also to accumulate good deeds, cultivate the body and mind, and cultivate the character. If you practice it throughout the whole body, your mind will be open and the world will be broad!"
The old man chattered for a while, then took off a blue cloud-colored rope from his neck, with a thumb-sized wooden sign hanging in front of the rope.
He rubbed it with his hands for a while and threw it to Ye Fan. He said: "This Bodhi statue is carved from the old roots of the Bodhi tree in the west. It is definitely rarer than this jade pendant. In the past, I went to India to wander around.
The Bodhi Temple houses an ancient tree that is said to be thousands of years old.
After the discovery, I was very happy and wanted to carve something out of a root of the tree.
However, the abbot of the temple refused. I donated a hundred taels of gold to the temple and asked him to donate a tree root. The old monk refused to nod.
At that time, I was injured and had just broken through to the seventh level. I made a bet out of anger. I was willing to use my master's secret skill "swordless hand" as a bet.
Because I know that the old monk who presided over it is also a master of Chinese martial arts, but it’s not called Chinese martial arts in India. I can’t remember what it’s called. Anyway, it’s almost the same, just with a different name.”
Old Man Yin looked back at the past, and Ye Fan couldn't help but interrupt at this point: "Senior must have won, so I will be gifted this thousand-year Bodhi Root Heart."
"No! I didn't lose, and the host didn't win either." Old Man Yin smiled and shook his head.
"Tie! The host must meet a confidant and give him tree roots." Ye Fan guessed.
"Yeah! That's right or wrong. But the abbot of that temple is very famous. He has some connections with us in China, hahaha," Old Man Yin suddenly laughed, very happy, and it seemed that he thought of something happy.
"Origin! Buddhism has something to do with China. Is it the founder of Zen Buddhism, Bodhidharma, who founded the Shaolin sect?" Ye Fan blurted out in shock.
"Hahaha, a kid can be taught!" Old Man Yin laughed and glanced at Ye Fan, thinking that this kid was not only highly skilled, but also very smart.
He also had some appreciation in his heart and said: "Zen Bodhidharma, whose full name is Bodhidharma, is from Nantianqian. He is a Brahmin caste and claims to be the 28th ancestor of Zen Buddhism. He is the founder of Chinese Zen. So our Chinese Zen is also called
Damo Sect.
During the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty, he sailed to Guangzhou. Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty believed in Buddhism. Bodhidharma went to Jianye, the capital of the Southern Dynasties, to meet Emperor Liangwu. The interview did not agree, so he crossed the river with a reed. He went north to Luoyang, the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and then went to the Shaolin Temple in Xisong Mountain. He faced the wall for nine years and passed away.
He inherited the mantle from Huike, and later he left Yumen and wandered throughout his life.
At that time, the abbot of Nabodhi Temple in India, Master Dazhen, claimed to be the descendant of Patriarch Bodhidharma. After discussing with me, we hit it off and I stayed in India for a while.
So I also learned a bit of vague Indian language. I also learned some hand gestures so that I could talk to Master Dazhen about some things.
Later, when I left, I didn't mention the matter of extracting the roots of the thousand-year-old tree, but Master Dazhen did give me an ancient small wooden box.
After I came back and opened it, I realized that it was an old root of the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree. It was said that this old root fell off on its own and was a pure root. Later, when I was carving, I discovered that the old root was very strange. It was actually a root.
The layers can be recorded. I was curious and recorded them layer by layer like cabbage.
Finally, when I couldn't record it, I found a piece of root as small as a sausage, and I immediately carved this small sign on a whim. It has been with me through the hardships of thirty or forty years.
It has never been away from me, so I will give it to you today. Young people, you should be aware of yourself. A man should fight against the sky like an eagle. An eagle will not always hover in one place. What it yearns for is a vaster and vaster place.
world,”
"Senior, this is your beloved thing. This junior cannot accept it. I will remember what senior said." Ye Fan shook his head and refused to accept it.
"Take it! I will never take back the gift you gave me. If you don't want it, I would rather destroy it." Old Man Yin's attitude was very firm, and it didn't seem like he was lying.
"That" that" junior is disrespectful. Thank you." Ye Fan bowed and accepted it solemnly.
It would be a pity if it was destroyed. This thing was a gift from Bodhidharma's descendants, and the root core of the tree has not decayed after more than a thousand years. This shows that this Bodhi tree is indeed magical.
After taking it, I opened my eagle eyes and took a look, and I was a little surprised. I saw that the image of the old man was actually carved on it. The carving was very exquisite and could be called a master level.
No! It is difficult for ordinary masters to do it. It is estimated that the old man used the inner strength technique to complete it. It is indeed a masterpiece.
Upon closer inspection, I found that there is a row of small characters on the side. It is as thin as a hair, and you have to have a particularly sharp eye to spot it. There is a dial carved on Beishan: Yinwu Dao.
Seeing Ye Fan looking at him in astonishment, Yin Wu Dao smiled and said: "Very good, you are very careful, you even discovered that. Yes, the old man's real name is "Yin Wu Dao" because he has some small achievements in sword skills.