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After becoming a lay disciple of Shaolin, Cao Ye's life became regular but full of hardships. Every morning, before the temple bells rang, he would get up quietly and quietly, like a ghost, to the empty courtyard, concentrating on practicing basic skills. When doing horse stance, his body was as steady as a mountain, motionless, as if integrated with the earth; when punching, the wind of his fists was whistling, and his momentum was like a rainbow, as if he could tear the void; when kicking, his legs were as fast as lightning, strong and powerful, and every movement was precise and meticulous, without any carelessness or slackness.

During the day, he followed his senior brothers closely and studied Shaolin boxing and stick techniques diligently. The master demonstrated in person in front of him, with strong and powerful movements, and deep and vigorous internal strength between the moves. The whole set of movements was as smooth as flowing water, and it was breathtaking. Cao also opened his eyes full of curiosity, concentrating on observing every subtle detail of the movement, fearing that he would miss even the slightest bit of the essence. Then he practiced tirelessly and repeatedly, constantly trying to figure out the subtleties. At the beginning, he always failed to get the point, and his movements seemed clumsy and unfamiliar, but he never gave up easily, and kept asking his senior brothers for advice humbly and sincerely. He accumulated experience through repeated attempts and failures, and his skills became more and more sophisticated and improved rapidly.

At night, when other disciples had fallen into sweet and peaceful sleep, Cao Ye would still practice alone in the cool moonlight. He quietly recalled every move he had learned during the day, carefully feeling the powerful force and unique rhythm contained in it, repeatedly pondering the essence of it, striving to integrate what he had learned and make it his own. The moonlight shone on him, reflecting his resolute outline.

In addition to practicing martial arts, Cao also actively participated in various complicated labors in the temple. When cleaning the courtyard, he did not miss any tiny dust in every corner, and was meticulous and strived to keep it spotless. His focused expression seemed to be treating a rare treasure; when carrying water, his steps were steady and powerful, not letting a drop of water spill casually, and his calm posture was like a rock in the mountains; when chopping wood, he raised his axe and fell, his movements were skillful and neat, and wood chips flew everywhere, as if playing a piece of power. These seemingly simple and ordinary jobs have unknowingly trained his strong will and abundant physical strength, allowing his body and mind to be tempered and grown in all aspects.

During his leisurely time in Shaolin, Cao was eager to explore more profound martial arts secrets. However, the rules in the temple were numerous and strict, and the teaching of some superior martial arts was extremely strict and restricted.

One day, Cao Ye had a bold and adventurous idea in his mind. He deliberately pretended to accidentally break a solemn Buddha statue in the temple while practicing martial arts. This reckless behavior immediately attracted the attention of the monks in the temple. The abbots and senior monks unanimously believed that his behavior was a great disrespect to the Buddha and a serious disregard and violation of the temple rules.

After a serious discussion, it was finally decided to severely punish Cao Ye and send him to clean the Sutra Library for a month. Cao Ye looked remorseful and self-blaming, lowering his head, his eyes full of deep self-blame and guilt, but he was secretly happy in his heart, because he knew that the Sutra Library contained endless martial arts books, and he might be able to gain unexpected and precious gains from them.

The moment he stepped into the Sutra Library with trepidation, he was instantly shocked by the mountains of books in front of him. The pavilion was filled with the smell of old and heavy books, and the sunlight shone through the narrow windows, sprinkling on the dusty ground in patches, forming patches of light and shadows of various shapes.

Cao Ye picked up the slightly worn-out broom and began his long and arduous cleaning work. While he was cleaning diligently, he quickly glanced at the various books on the bookshelf with the corner of his eye. Occasionally, he found a martial arts secret book that interested him, and when no one was paying attention, he hurriedly flipped through it, and a glimmer of surprise and desire flashed in his eyes.

However, the Sutra Library was not unattended. An old monk named Xuanzhi often meditated in a quiet corner of the library. Cao Ye's subtle movements naturally did not escape his sharp eyes like a hawk.

"Cao Ye, don't get lucky. I punish you to come here to clean so that you can deeply reflect on your mistakes, not to let you come here to spy on the secrets of martial arts." The old monk Xuanzhi said slowly, with irresistible majesty in his voice, and the voice seemed particularly loud in the quiet Sutra Library.

Cao was also shocked. At that moment, it was as if he was struck by a thunderbolt. The blood in his body seemed to freeze in an instant. He lowered his head quickly, his face instantly filled with fear and regret. He said in a trembling voice: "Master, I am fully aware of my mistakes. I will sincerely repent and concentrate on cleaning."

After saying that, he gripped the broom tightly with both hands and swept even harder. Every swing of the broom seemed to vent the uneasiness and impatience in his heart; the whirring sound echoed in the attic.

However, his burning desire for martial arts did not die out, but became stronger and stronger like a blazing fire. In the deepest part of his heart, the mysterious Yijinjing and the powerful charm of Shaolin's 72 unique skills always attracted him deeply like a magnet with endless magic.

His eyes would occasionally glance at the bookshelves where the secret books were placed. Although he seemed to be concentrating on cleaning, he was secretly calculating in his heart. He knew that he must not let the old monk Xuanzhi discover his true thoughts, so every subtle movement became more cautious and careful.

While he was cleaning the dust in the corner, he was secretly observing the every move of the old monk Xuanzhi with the corner of his eyes. Whenever the old monk Xuanzhi closed his eyes and immersed himself in the state of cultivation, his heartbeat would unconsciously accelerate suddenly, and the bold idea of ​​secretly looking for the secret book flashed through his mind. But as long as the old monk Xuanzhi made a slight movement, even if it was just a slight movement of his body, he would immediately retract his eager gaze and pretend to be calm and continue cleaning.

Every time he passed a row of bookshelves, he would subconsciously slow down his pace, prick up his ears, and listen carefully and attentively to any movement around him. At the same time, his mind would quickly think at lightning speed about the secret locations where the Yi Jin Jing and the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills might be hidden.