return to high

In fact, the main reason was because he caught a glimpse of Wang Yuebing's figure appearing in the corridor, and the real boss came.

This silly girl is really capable of deducting his salary, because that guy Kong Piaoyu would definitely suggest that.

Qin Yue walked up to Wang Daoming and invited him to compete with him.At least you have to make an appearance in front of your boss.Wang Daoming didn't refuse either, so he fought with Qin Yue. This time, Qin Yue used his undisguised left palm. Although he would suffer a bit in terms of strength compared to his right hand, relying on level suppression, Qin Yue could still stand firm. Some advantages, but he has to be careful of Wang Daoming's "show routine".

In terms of fighting experience, Wang Daoming is still much higher than him. In addition, he hasn't fought with anyone for two years, and he lost his waist in the first full-scale fight, so he still didn't dare to be careless and devoted himself wholeheartedly. During this contest, there was no time to pay attention to the uncle's gaze.

Uh, there is also the silly girl, I don’t know why, she is just staring at me, and the handsome guy is staring at me, Zhong Lan, don’t come to join in the fun, twins, why did you stop, working hours Is it really okay for you to fish like this in front of the boss?
Don't you have to go back to school?

The idiots above... Boss, you don't plan to take care of them, they are stealing your money!

【Vajra's Devil-Crafting Palm: One of the Seven Wonders of Leiyin Temple, it's as powerful as a thunderbolt.It is an assistant martial art, which can be used together with other martial arts. The user needs to have the ability to fight left and right, so few people can learn it, and even rarer are those who have mastered it. 】

While continuing to fight Wang Daoming, Qin Yue savored the information given by the system. At the beginning, he only got one name.But now, I only gave enough information after I really finished this palm system.

He doesn't know if he can do side-to-side fighting, but he is very good at running the train with his mind on multiple tasks.

This really belongs to the bald man's martial arts, and the words "one of the seven unique skills" made Qin Yue a little depressed: I thought it was some kind of basic entry-level palm technique. Although it is left-handed, there are many left-handed people in this world, right? No, I just want to say one thing - MMP.

Dead ghost father, how did you get someone's unique skills from a group of muscular bald heads? Is there some ulterior PY deal between them? No wonder you are reluctant to find me a mother. Isn't the neighbor Widow Zhao a good one?Big boobs butt….

Seeing that Qin Yue showed martial arts that were almost the same as what he remembered, Wang Daoye snorted coldly, clenched the phone in his hand, his eyes began to wander, he didn't know what he was thinking.

In this way, Qin Yue fought three rounds with Wang Daoming and the twins successively, familiarized himself with the feeling of fighting, then followed the advice of the handsome guy, and started to exercise, starting with dodging, standing in a circle with a few sets around Tennis ball launcher.

Qin Yue was not used to it at first, but after he realized that being hit by a tennis ball was painful, he made rapid progress.In the end, he played Yangko coquettishly in the circle, which seriously interfered with the training of the handsome guy and others.

It's night before you know it, and here is still a nine-to-five routine. As long as there are no special circumstances, you can find a place to hang out after five o'clock.

After dinner, Qin Yue went back to his room. On a whim, he confirmed that there would be no monitoring or bugs here.Although he didn't know these two things, he just stood in the room, put on Conan's face of "I've seen through everything", and said indifferently: "Let's talk."

Seeing that no one came to kick the door after waiting for two hours, he put away his posture, rubbed his stiff face, and stamped his numb feet.He called out the scepter and began to practice a set of stick techniques with his right hand. After Qin Yue finished practicing and let out a sigh of relief, the system's prompt came as scheduled.

[Vajra Fumo Pestle: One of the Seven Wonders of Leiyin Temple, moving like the wrath of the sky.It is a rare and extremely lethal martial art in Leiyin Temple. There is a saying: Bodhisattvas still have the wrath of the Vajra, and the Wei Tuo guarding pestle subdues demons. 】

Qin Yue put away the brilliance and covered his face.

Who would believe that this name is different!
Dad!How on earth did you get it? This kind of thing is no longer a hot potato, it's just a smoking grenade!
Uncle wasn't thinking about how to kill me before!

Sliced ​​shabu-shabu, this should not be possible, the uncle should be vegetarian.It's not possible to tie it up and sink into the lake. The uncle doesn't seem like a gangster.This or that?Qin Yue shuddered, not daring to think about it.

At this moment, the door of the room was kicked open by the uncle, and he stood at the door with a laptop.

Qin Yue rushed forward with one stride, knelt down in front of the uncle, hugged the uncle's leg tightly, and said in tears: "Uncle, I was wrong, please let me go this time, and I won't dare next time. "

"Oh~ tell me where you are wrong."

"I, I, I don't care, anyway, if you kicked the door, it must be my fault."

The uncle picked up Qin Yue with a dark face, put the computer into Qin Yue's hands, turned around and left, leaving behind a confused Qin Yue.

Uncle, are you just here to scare me when you have nothing to do?
Otherwise, is it necessary to kick the door for sending a computer?
By the way, are the employees here equipped with computers?

Qin Yue glanced at the iron door with footprints on it, curled his lips, and closed the door with a "bang".Sit on the bed, turn on the computer, the desktop is very clean, only a few files in PDF format, which can display pictures and Chinese characters at the same time.

But what about the charger?Uncle!

How much is the WIFI password!
Notebooks do not support traffic!

These are not problems, the problem is the names of those files.

"Vajra Subduing Demon Palm", "Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle" and "Diamond Subduing Demon Heart Sutra", as well as "Diamond Sutra" and "Fudo Mingwang Sutra".

"Fuck!!!!"

After dinner, the uncle dialed the previous number.

"Hello, benefactor, the poor monk is polite."

From the other end of the phone came a male voice as thick as the uncle's. The corners of the uncle's mouth rose slightly, as if remembering the happy times in the past, and said to the phone: "Don't be poor, poor monk, the benefactor has something to do with you."

"what's up?"

"Let's video chat, it's not very convenient on the phone."

"QQ or WeChat?"

"WeChat."

"Wait a minute, I haven't gone back yet, I'm still moving things, I'll find you later."

After hanging up the phone, the uncle turned on the computer, logged into his WeChat, and waited for a video call from a person named "Ming Jing".

After the call was connected, a bunch of bald heads appeared on the uncle's computer. There were about seventeen or eight of them. Under the bright light, the uncle was a little dizzy.

"Long time no see, Brother Minghui."

On the other end of the video, the monk named Mingjing clasped his hands together and bowed to the uncle.

The uncle also returned the gift and said: "I'm turning back to the vulgar, let's call me by my common name! Master Mingjing."

Mingjing frowned, and responded: "Good benefactor, no problem, benefactor."

The bald head knocking on the melon seeds reappeared in the uncle's mind, and the uncle could still clearly recall that scene.

"Who is that? Yes, it's you, Dali, come here."

"Uncle Supervisor, my name is Minghui."

"Okay Dali, no problem Dali. Come here and help me carry something."

Since then, the uncle's dharma name has become Dali, and his duty is to help the uncle who supervises the temple to carry things.

The uncle gritted his teeth, feeling that the topic was off topic, but he felt that this topic could never get around that bald man who likes to eat melon seeds.

"What are you carrying, Uncle Prison Master's?"

"No, it's donated by the parents of the new junior brother. It's some coffee and biscuits. We plan to have a party to celebrate the successful opening of the Dharma conference." Ming Jing's expression became excited at this point, and his voice became high-pitched and passionate. He said, "Brother Minghui, do you know? The divine monk came out today."

"Monk!!!"

There were a lot of things that happened suddenly, the uncle felt that his mind was a little messed up, rubbed his temples before continuing: "'King Kong's wrath comes out of silence', is this something big going to happen again?"

"I don't know, I feel that things have been quite peaceful recently. We haven't stepped out of the temple gate since you became a layman."

"We didn't step out before I became vulgar, okay! Don't put the pot on my head, I have hair, you should keep it, a bunch of bald people!"

There was a sound of "bang bang bang", a dozen or so bald heads slapped the table and stood up. They stretched forward with one fist clenched and pointed at the computer camera with the other. After the oldest bald man said "plan B", , roaring in unison: "Give you a chance to reorganize the language."

"Hahahahaha..."

Seeing this scene, the uncle smiled very happily.

"What the hell are you doing?"

An old monk opened the door and walked in. A group of bald heads immediately put away their posture and bowed to salute. Even the uncle in front of the screen stood up, put his hands together, bent deeply, and called out respectfully: "Master Qingjue. "

The master seemed a little displeased with this title, walked to the computer, and said lightly: "I will also give you a chance to reorganize the language."

"master."

Hearing that the uncle changed his words, Master Qingjue nodded in satisfaction, accepting the title, and then the master's expression became a little...gloating.

"Ah! Minghui, you finally caused trouble."

The uncle's face froze, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch unnaturally.

"Master, this disciple did not cause any trouble."

"Shut up! You scoundrel... why did you contact the temple if you didn't cause trouble? You still have me as a master in your heart! I haven't heard from you for three years, and I thought you died outside."

"Tu'er, Tu'er found an outsider who possessed the unique knowledge of this temple outside."

"Hiss~" A group of bald heads took a breath of cool air together, and the little bald heads stared at the big bald head's back and head with scorching eyes. At this moment, the light in the room seemed to be brighter.

The piercing gaze made the master a little uncomfortable, twisting his body, the master looked at the serious-looking apprentice on the screen.

"Amitabha!"

"What a cultivation level this person is."

"Returning to the master, this person is in the early stage of innate."

"For people of this level of cultivation, don't move. Wait for the master to report to the temple and bring your brothers and sisters to come here in person. The poor monk will have to see who is so bold! How dare you steal the martial arts of this temple!"

"Oh!"

When a group of bald men behind the master heard the master's words, they immediately exploded. They picked up the pillows of unknown persons and threw them into the sky, other people, and the master's head. The atmosphere was heavy, and they were all silent in the festival. The atmosphere..., no, it was the anger that the martial arts of the temple was stolen.