Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 240 The First Martial Arts City

But as soon as Xue Chang finished speaking, the silent host laughed and said, "Benefactor Xue is able to defeat Huitong, which is indeed worthy of congratulations. You should know that Huitong's martial arts is second only to Wu Bei and Wu Nu in Shaolin."

"I was just lucky for a while." Xue Chang felt that he was not being humble when he said this. If he hadn't used the soul-shifting method to catch Monk Huitong by surprise, the outcome of the fight would be unknown.

"Benefactor Xue is too modest." The silent host said earnestly: "Huitong entered Shaolin since he was a child. Because of his good aptitude, he entered the Arhat Hall early on. He has practiced martial arts for more than forty years. The Vajra Hand, Dragon Claw Hand, and Arhat skills have been practiced to great success, and now the most difficult Nirvana Claw has also advanced. There are not many people in this world who can beat him. Chang Shizhu can win the battle at such a young age. It's not a fluke, it's really amazing talent!"

The silent host's praise made the apprentices quite proud, but Xue Chang quickly changed the subject: "Master, I have seen the Vigorous Vajra Palm, Dragon Claw Hand and Nirvana Claw you mentioned just now. I don’t seem to have seen Master Huitong use—”

"Nephew Xue, this arhat martial art is a unique internal skill of the Arhat Hall. After it is practiced, the internal energy is deep and powerful, and the energy travels through the whole body. It can also refine the body and produce an effect similar to that of an iron shirt." Speaking of this, Monk Huiming smiled wryly: "It's just that I didn't expect Nephew Xue's pair of iron palms to be so powerful that they broke through the defense of Arhat's magical skills and broke Senior Brother Huitong's arm."

Xue Chang didn't answer, he wasn't sure if it was because the soul-shifting Dafa disturbed Huitong's mind, which led to the flaws in the operation of the arhat's magical power.

"Anyway, Benefactor Xue gave a big sigh of relief for the old monk this time!" The silent host laughed and said, "The old guys don't listen to the old monk's advice and help Huitong blindly. They deserve this lesson! The old monk will go to the fire in person in a while. Workshop, make pasta for Benefactor Xue and the children as a token of gratitude!"

"Thank you, master, for your kindness. It's just that our master and apprentice are in a hurry to leave, please forgive me!" Xue Chang said quickly.

He said before that it would take Pan Heng for two days, but now he said something important, the devil would believe it! ...But Lord Wusheng has been so experienced for a long time, and immediately understood Xue Chang's difficulties, and said meaningfully: "It's fine to leave this time, but I hope that Lord Xue will not stop coming to Shaolin because of today's incident."

"Just for this bowl of pasta served by Master, I will come next time anyway." Xue Chang responded without hesitation.

"Good! Good!..." The silent host stroked his beard and laughed, suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked to the wooden cabinet in the corner, took out the bag of tea, poured out part of it, and then walked up to Xue Chang with the paper bag: "Since Xue The benefactor thinks this tea is good, so this old monk will give it as a parting gift, don't feel shabby."

"Master is too polite, how can I take away your love." Xue Chang hastily declined.

"This tea was originally reserved for those old guys. As the saying goes, drinking tea brightens the heart, but today their hearts are covered with dust, and drinking it is for nothing. Rather than wasting it, it is better to give it away." The silent host said. With a bit of resentment.

Xue Chang secretly laughed in his heart, and said: "Thank you, master, for the gift, but this junior is so disrespectful."

The silent host continued: "Huiming, you performed well today, and there are some leftover tea leaves on the table, you can take them away."

Monk Huiming was overjoyed: "Thank you, uncle!"

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Master and apprentice Xue Chang left Shaolin Temple, went down Shaoshi Mountain, and set foot on the way they came here.

Fan Mastiff sighed and sighed, causing Xue Chang to ask curiously: "Little Mastiff, what's the matter with you?"

"Win or lose, I didn't expect Shaolin Temple to be like this." Fan Mastiff said with a look of disappointment: "I thought that the monks living in Shaolin Temple were all monks with high martial arts skills, and they were very kind to outsiders, but I didn't expect that the monk named Huitong actually wanted to forcibly snatch Junior Brother Xue away, and those kind-hearted old monks not only did not stop him, but even supported him, and even drove Master Wusheng away in anger. I have lost Junior Brother Xue! I am really disappointed in Shaolin!"

"Brother, I also think so. Shaolin Temple's performance today is not a bit like the first martial arts sect." Xue Yuting deeply felt the same.

"My grandfather seldom mentioned Shaolin Temple in the past, but every time he mentioned it, he had nothing good to say. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I somewhat understand it." Hu Qiudi also said.

Xue Chang understood that the grandfather she was talking about was Geng Po, and his heart couldn't help but move.

Xue Wu didn't speak, he was still feeling a little ashamed because he had caused this turmoil, and at the same time felt that the monk Huitong who hijacked him was not so hateful but rather pitiful.

Seeing the expressions of his disciples, Xue Chang asked the calm Xu Xi, "Xiao Xi, what do you think of Shaolin Temple?"

Xu Xi thought for a while and said, "Master, I think Shaolin Temple is no different from other sects. If they want to get more from the outside world, there should be internal disputes..."

"That's right." Xue Chang nodded approvingly, looked at the other apprentices, and said earnestly: "Don't blindly listen to the rumors in the world, and see is believing. If Shaolin monks are really dedicated to Buddha, how can they have so many treasures?" Donate land, open the mountain gates, and accept pilgrims. After all, they are all mortals just like us. As mortals, they will inevitably have seven emotions and six desires, and there will be grievances, hatred, and conflicts of interest. But if you have contempt in your heart, you have to treat Shaolin, Huashan and other famous schools with a normal heart just like you treat other ordinary schools."

Xu Xi, Hu Qiudi and other apprentices were thoughtful.

"Master, you said just now that mortals are bound to have conflicts of interest, so do we also have them in the Free and Unfettered Sect?" Fan Mastiff asked suddenly.

Xue Chang was taken aback by his question, and asked back, "What do you think?"

"I think so." Fan Mastiff said affirmatively: "Brother Xu and I are very serious about training, for fear that I will defeat him and take away his right as a senior brother; I am troublesome; Junior Sister Xue still has the squeamishness of a young lady, bullying Junior Brother Xue to be honest, and sometimes instructing Junior Brother Xue to do things for her; You are also eccentric, when we practice martial arts, if we are not serious, you will severely criticize him. Ninth Junior Brother is so naughty, not only do you not punish him, but you are also very tolerant to him; I am interested in medical skills, but this approach is wrong..."

"Hmm, um, um..." Xue Chang nodded, looked at the other apprentices and said, "Do you think what he said is right?"

"Fan Gou'er, what nonsense are you talking about! It's a shame, begging for a beating!" Hu Qiudi said angrily and did what he said, and really stepped forward to do it directly.

"What's wrong with us girls getting together, do you still want to get together with us, Brother Fan?" Xue Yuting also followed closely angrily.

Even Xu Xi moved his hands, and said: "Junior Brother Fan, do I still have to be serious about practicing against you? Because you are no match at all."

Xue Wu was the only one who didn't participate, but explained from the side: "Senior Brother Fan, Senior Sister Xue never instructed me, I did it voluntarily."

Fan Mastiff yelled angrily while avoiding everyone's palms: "Speaking of which, don't do it, I will be angry if you do it again!"

It’s okay if he didn’t say anything, but everyone waved their arms more joyously this time, so Fan Mastiff could only hold his head in his hands, squat on the ground, and wailed: “Stop beating! If you slap your face again, your face will be swollen!...Master, Master, help!..."

Xue Chang looked at this scene, smiled happily, and thought in his heart: It's good to be young!I don't know if they will be as close as they are now, talking and laughing freely when they are all grown up?
"Okay, stop messing around, we have to hurry back to Dengfeng City." Xue Chang remembered what the silent host said, and unconsciously said, "Let's go eat pasta."

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Xue Chang's master and apprentice saw a roadside stall with many diners in Dengfeng City, and finally found a table and sat down crowded together.

Xue Wu got his master's order and shouted: "Master, here are six big bowls of sliced ​​noodles!"

"Okay!" The old man at the noodle stall responded, and the strong guy next to him began to knead the dough, no, it should be said to be hammering the dough. He clenched his fists and hammered the dough on the wooden board alternately, with moderate strength. Rhythm.

Xue Chang's master and apprentice glanced at each other, and they all realized that this should be the flat attack style in Arhat boxing.

After the dough was kneaded, the old man stretched out his hand to take it, holding the huge dough flat with his left hand, and holding a kitchen knife in his right hand, and quickly stroked the dough, thin and even pieces of dough continued to fall into the tumbling boiling water like snowflakes middle.

"Shaolin Sword Technique!" Fan Mastiff couldn't help shouting.

The old man seemed to have never heard of it, and the diners around him did not look up, as if they had gotten used to it.

After the noodles were put into the pot, the old man began to stir-fry the chopped vegetables and green onions, then picked up the noodles, filtered the water a little, put them in the fried vegetables and stir-fried evenly, then divided them into large bowls and served them past.

Xue Chang picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth: "Well, the noodles are firm and the vegetables are fresh and tender."

He gave the old man a thumbs up: "Old man, the kung fu is good, and the noodles are even better!"

The old man grinned: "As long as the guest officer likes it."

The five apprentices didn't speak, they had been gorging on their mouths for a long time, and soon the bottom of such a big porcelain bowl was drained, including Xue Yuting. After more than a year, both food intake and movements have become much bolder.

"Uncle Lu, here are three bowls of sliced ​​noodles." Three more men came to the noodle stall.

"Okay!" The old man responded, and asked again: "How did you go to Shaolin Temple today?"

(End of this chapter)