History’s Strongest Shopkeeper - Chapter 48

[48. Chapter 48 Hope, you are no longer me]

“Me?” The little novice monk was in a daze, a little stunned. The old Taoist who could walk in the sky actually chose him as his opponent.

This little monk, who had just become a monk, couldn’t understand and was a little unbelievable.

“Master?” The little novice monk looked at the master beside him with a look of help. This old Taoist was too bullying. He had just learned a set of Shaolin Changquan. How could he be his opponent? As long as the master said something he didn’t agree with, he would immediately refuse.

“Jun Bao, since that Taoist priest wants to learn from you, go up and have a fight with him.” The master of the little novice monk looked honest and didn’t think there was anything wrong. He didn’t know anything about the innate realm. Clearly, I thought the white-haired Taoist priest above was going to give instructions to his disciples.

“Master, you?” The little novice monk looked sad and angry, but the master actually pushed him into the fire pit.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, the little novice monk turned around step by step. As soon as the master called him to go back, he immediately turned around and left. However, until the end of the competition stage, the little novice monk did not wait for the master’s call.

“Did you see that when the little monk walked to the competition platform just now, his legs swayed slightly, doing a strange frequency. Is this a magical footwork?”

“I feel like it too, didn’t you see? That little monk Monk, every time you take a step forward, the vibration frequency of your legs becomes much faster.”

“Yes, it seems that either Bodhidharma is reincarnated, or the eminent monk is reborn in nirvana.”

“It’s amazing to see the little monk moving. ?” Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone’s eyes instantly shifted to the young monk under the competition stage.

I saw that his feet were slightly raised on tiptoe, and his hands were stretched out straight, making an upright posture.

“What kind of Qing Kung do I know?” A white-haired old man in the crowd said excitedly, “I have heard that there is a peerless Qing Kung in the world. Those who are not talented can’t get started. I’m afraid the little monk in front of me has already mastered it. “

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent.

“What do you think?” A young man in blue next to the white-haired old man urged, saying half of what he said, isn’t it exciting?

The people around him looked at the white-haired old man impatiently. The white-haired old man looked at the eyes around him that were attracted to him, and was slightly proud. “It is said that there was a master in the world who watched the white clouds in the sky and created a set of supreme steps. The white-haired old man finished speaking, patted his head, and then remembered this footwork, as if he had seen

it

from a novel.

“Look, the little novice monk’s posture is ready. He is going to use the Ten Thousand Miles of Blue Cloud Step.” The young man in blue next to the white-haired old man said excitedly.

Within ten thousand miles, white clouds are the steps. This is such a profound martial arts, no less than the previous theory of sword moves without swords.

The next moment, the little novice monk’s feet were lifted a lot higher again. He stood there for a long time, then turned to look at Zhou Yang, “Master, I can’t climb up.”

Zhou Yang’s face twitched slightly, and he pointed lightly. The suspended competition platform slowly descended, and was finally only one foot high from the ground. The little novice monk stepped up.

“What kind of Qingyun Step is this?” People around the young man glared at him. What kind of peerless light skill is this?

“It’s not what I said, it was what he said.” The young man pointed at the expressionless white-haired old man beside him, and said angrily that it was because he believed the old man’s words that he lost face in front of so many people.

“Young people today are so shameless. Who would believe that you treat me like a three-year-old child like this?” the white-haired old man said with contempt.

“It’s just that if something happens to the young people nowadays, they blame the old people. Look at how old they are, and you still have the nerve to frame others.” The martial arts people around who didn’t know the situation all said to the young people, There were verbal and written attacks, and rounds of moral rape.

“You move first!”

On the competition stage, the Taoist robe on Zhang Sanfeng’s body moved without any wind, making a fierce sound, but his white beard did not move at all.

Everyone in the audience felt a majestic momentum coming towards them, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them, and their chests felt slightly tight, making it difficult to breathe.

The young novice opposite him only felt a gust of breeze blowing by, which was a bit cool. His mood was much relieved, and his nervousness was slightly relieved.

“Be careful.” The little novice clasped his fist at Zhang Sanfeng, stepped forward, crossed his fists, ran quickly, and hit Zhang Sanfeng’s chest.

Zhang Sanfeng’s left hand made a strange arc to block the little novice’s fist.

boom!

There was a thunderous explosion in the sky.

An invisible energy spread around the two of them, forming a slight whirlwind in the Wanjie Building, causing everyone’s hair to dance in the wind.

“Fuck! I can guarantee that this little monk has definitely become the golden bell of the Shaolin Temple. The internal force and the momentum of the collision just now, if there is no terrifying defense, the internal organs will definitely be shaken into powder.”

“You didn’t see, little one .

The collision of internal forces between the novice monks and Zhang Sanfeng, how could they remain motionless without deep internal strength? The Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple is the most amazing. The young monk must be practicing the Yi Jin Jing

. I have definitely mastered the long-lost Marrow Cleansing Sutra of Shaolin Temple, and even the young monk in front of me is a senior monk of Shaolin Temple. After completing the Marrow Washing Sutra, he can cleanse the tendons and cut the marrow, and rejuvenate his youth.”

On the stage, the little novice monk’s fists hit Zhang Sanfeng’s palms. , the invisible energy is still spreading to the surroundings.

“What kind of rhythm is this?” Zhou Yang was slightly confused. The little novice monk is the reincarnation of Bodhidharma. Don’t talk nonsense. He is just an ordinary little novice monk. If he is, it will be in the future when he is truly comparable to Bodhidharma, but it will never be the same. In front of you.

The martial arts masters in the audience all had strange looks on their faces. They naturally felt that the strong winds that were constantly blowing around were created by Zhang Sanfeng with his powerful infuriating energy, while the little novice monk really had no internal energy at all. out.

Could it be that some peerless eminent monk has rejuvenated his youth, and his true energy has reached the level of returning to his original nature, and they can no longer feel it?

“Okay, the little monk is mighty, hurry up and defeat the old Taoist priest.” Just hearing a clear sound like beads falling on a jade plate, a girl in the audience who was roughly the same age as the little novice looked excited. She was wearing an apricot yellow shirt and a pair of His big and smart eyes stared closely at the majestic-looking little novice monk above.

Listening to the melodious voice of an oriole, the little novice couldn’t help but turn around and saw a girl with a strange appearance. She waved her hand towards him. Suddenly, she couldn’t help but blush. She secretly thought to herself that this girl seemed like a painting. The fairy in the novel was so beautiful that he couldn’t help but get close to her.

Buzz!

Just as the girl in yellow shirt cheered, a more violent momentum erupted from Zhang Sanfeng’s body, forming an invisible yin-yang fish between him and the little novice.

The yin and yang fish kept spinning, Zhang Sanfeng and the little novice jumped into the air, and with everyone stunned, they hit from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the sky. The little novice looked confused and flew up for some reason, but when he heard Huang Shi The girl’s cheers and a set of Shaolin Changquan were superb, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down Zhang Sanfeng’s forehead.

“Little monk, come on!”

“Little monk, come on!”…

In

the audience, only the cheers of the girl in the pale yellow shirt were left.

The martial arts people in the audience were already shocked and dumbfounded. The sword skills of Ye Gucheng and Feng Qingyang were so fast that they could not see clearly and felt a little unreal.

It’s not like these two people, punching to the flesh, hitting from the sky to the bottom, and from the ground to the sky. This is the real master showdown in their minds.

Finally, after fighting for two hundred rounds, Zhang Sanfeng’s complexion turned a little pale. It was obvious that his internal energy had been exhausted too much. When Zhang Sanfeng saw the girl in apricot-yellow shirt staring closely at the little monk on the stage with her big eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the corner of his mouth. But there was a flash of bitterness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhang Sanfeng’s hands turned into countless palm shadows and slapped on the meridians of the little novice’s body. The little novice felt a jolt of relief all over his body. The next moment, he realized that he had fallen under the competition stage. He thought of the cheers of the girl in yellow. , feeling slightly disappointed.

“Master, are you okay?” Zhang Sanfeng had just walked off the stage. Wudang leader Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng nervously. In his mind, the invincible master had never been so weak. At the same time, endless doubts arose in his heart. .

Zhang Sanfeng didn’t reply. He turned to look at the little novice monk and the girl in yellow shirt chatting happily beside him. He couldn’t help but touch the pair of iron arhats that had been carried on his body for nearly a hundred years. There were memories, blessings and remembrances, and he whispered, “Hope You are no longer me.”

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