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Amitabha.If someone insists on drawing the blade out of its sheath, don't blame the old monk for being rude. "

Tong Xin smiled, "But you don't have to fight each other to learn the lesson, you can know how good you are by practicing martial arts."

The abbot nodded, "Yes."

Tong Liang called out: "Brother, elder brother..."

Tong Xin pressed his hand, "I have a sense of proportion." Then he said to everyone, "Since we are going to perform martial arts, please allow the three of us to prepare and leave first."

As soon as the three brothers returned to Tong Xin's hut, they saw Duan Junheng leaning against the door, "You want to play instead of Tong Yi?" These words were obviously addressed to Tong Xin.

After Tong Xin helped Tong Yi into the room and lay down, he happily ran into Duan Junheng's arms, "Isn't it just wielding a big knife, and I will too."

Duan Junheng gently pushed him away, "A person who can throw himself out with a kitchen knife is so embarrassed to say that he can."

Tong Xin looked at the sky, "..."

33. Tong Xin is the master's uncle ([-])...

When the wind blows, she is dressed in white clothes with fluttering sleeves, her long hair flutters in the wind, and the wind blows the hair on her forehead, revealing a red mole between her eyebrows, showing a slightly unsmiling immature face, and the blade of the knife in her hand refracts the sunlight into The cold light blinded everyone's eyes.

At first glance, Tong Xin looks heroic and extraordinary.

The wind picked up again, the direction of the wind reversed, the white clothes were flying, and the long hair was whipped forward on the face. At first glance, such a Tong Xin... Sadako.

Tong Xin: "..."

The people waiting outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple for a long time: "..."

Tong Xin pushed back the hair on his face, and shouted: "No, no, start over."

Bai Yeyi Lang sneered coldly: "Do you think we are all fools? It's like doing it all over again, and you can't pretend to be your brother."

When Tong Xin heard this, he couldn't care less about Sadako's hairstyle, and hopped to Moichiro Momoye, "He eats pork kidneys." "..." Momoichiro told himself secretly that this is the practice of "forbearance". Never be provoked by him.

"That eye of yours saw that I was pretending to be my brother?" Tong Xin pointed to his eyes, "Do you think I look like my brother? My brother has such a big one because he got up too early and didn't have time to wash it. After the class, I was caught and twisted by my brother and I didn’t have to wash it, is it the eye poop that is left until now?"

Everyone: "..." It really is an eyeball with a lot of "roots".

King Ning felt that after this disillusionment, he would never fantasize about Tong Xin again.

"Then... what are you doing here?" Baiye Yilang said.

Tong Xin flicked his hair and held up his knife, "Even if it's just performing martial arts, there are dangers. After all, it's not good for the sword to hurt innocent people, so I will talk about the precautions and precautions while my brother is preparing. security measures."

"Amitabha." The abbot raised his palm with one hand, "My little brother is right, it's because I didn't think carefully, so I'm sorry, little brother."

"You don't have to worry, brother host." After speaking, Tong Xin suddenly stood upright, holding the knife across his chest.

Everyone looked at the knife in Tong Xin's hand, hesitated to speak several times, and finally Ben Yu asked the doubts in everyone's mind.

Ben Yu asked: "Master Uncle, this weapon of yours is really strange, like... scissors."

Tong Xin raised his hand to show them his weapon, "What does it look like? These are scissors."

Everyone: "..."

"Don't underestimate this pair of scissors." Tong Xin said again.

Could this be an unusual pair of scissors.Everyone secretly said.

Tong Xin held up the scissors, "I stole this pair of scissors from my master when he was using it to cut toenails, so my master still has two toenails to cut."

Everyone was embarrassed, "..." What about the remaining two toenails?By biting?

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense." Tong Xin roared, "The so-called good posture can help you avoid sudden disasters in time."

The abbot nodded, "Amitabha."

"Then what kind of posture is a good posture?" Tong Xin suddenly stood upright, "Hold your head high."

Everyone followed with their heads held high.

"I want to raise my butt."

"Touch your stomach."

"Tighten the chrysanthemum to prevent unnecessary sounds from affecting the emotions of others watching."

Everyone: "..."

Tong Xin continued, "Keep your legs shoulder-width apart, shift your weight to the back, and squat down."

Everyone followed suit, and finally, "Master, don't you sit down?"

Tong Xin looked right, "I just want you to sit down and watch, how tiring it is to stand and watch."

"..."

The scissors in Tong Xin's hands rattled in a strange rhythm, "Come again, that is to say, my brother's weapon."

Someone whispered: "Uncle Shi, is he talking about allegro?"

"Amitabha."

"My brother uses a big sword named after Qinglong Yanyue. That's right, it's exactly the big sword of Emperor Guan. The sword is nine feet five inches long and weighs 82 qian."

"Huh?" Everyone said in unison, "It weighs 82 yuan? Are you sure it's not an ear pick?"

Tong Xin raised his nose, "I know you don't believe me, so Liangliang raised his sword."

Tong Liang came to the arena with a big knife on his shoulder, and after Tong Xin took the big knife, he turned around and left, but he heard a muffled sound before taking two steps, and turned around, throwing his brother on the ground under the pressure of the big knife. with.

"..."

Tong Liang reluctantly picked up the big knife, and pulled Tong Xin up again.

Tong Xin exerted all his strength, and finally stabilized the knife, "Okay, you can go."

Tong Liang looked back at every step without worrying.

Tong Xin took a deep breath, holding back his blushing, and finally raised the big knife with a thick neck. He strode tremblingly, trying to bring his body to the big knife, thrust his belly forward, and swung the big knife forward.

The monks felt a chill on their bald heads, and Bai Ye saw a bunch of hair falling down.

In the end, the broadsword sank into the ground with a "chuckle".

Tong Xin squatted on the ground panting, "You...you see, wouldn't you, if you hadn't...sat... just...you...would have...be cut in half."

Everyone: "..."

Tong Xin gasped enough, stood up and walked towards the big knife stuck upside down on the ground, "Next, what I want to say is... hey... ah... hey..."

Seeing that Tong Xin pulled out the knife vigorously, but he couldn't pull it out, so he turned around and tried to carry it, but he couldn't lift it either.

In the end, Tong Xin got angry, grabbed the tail of the knife rod with both hands, and broke it hard.

"Ah..." The abbot told Tong Xin to be careful not to be thrown out after he was about to proclaim the Buddha's name.

But as soon as the word A was uttered, Tong Xin disappeared.

I saw the big knife rod swinging left and right.

Everyone: "..."

"Eh? The prince is gone too." Baiye Yijilang exclaimed.

"It's all there." Ben Zhai looked into the distance.

Everyone followed Benzhai's gaze, and saw Tong Xin lying on King Ning, and the two were sliding down against the tree trunk.

After the crowd rescued the two of them, King Ning's first words were, "For the first time, I know that the people watching are really much more dangerous than the people doing the fighting."

"..."

All the monks were at a loss, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Tong Xin was terrified, "Fortunately, there is someone behind me."

King Ning: "..."

Baiye Yilang thought that this was the first time he was present, someone could hurt the person he wanted to protect, and he suddenly became angry, "Boy, do you think delaying time is useful? Let your brother come out, or he will be counted Admit defeat, those who admit defeat in our country will live under the crotch of those who win."

As soon as Baiye Yilang finished his words, he saw a white shadow flying towards him. He tipped his toes like a dragonfly touching water, and the big knife swirled up. .

The man in white wore a mask of ghosts and gods, and stood on a plum blossom pile with a knife in his hand, looking down at the people on the ground, and without saying a word, he swung the sword vigorously.

As the so-called layman watches the fun, the expert watches the doorway.

In the light of the sword, one can see the lightness of the feet of the man in white, and the precise and graceful footwork, making every move as beautiful as a dance, but no one dares to underestimate the lethality of the dancing sword.

Seeing that a set of saber techniques was about to be finished, suddenly a cold arrow shot at him.

Everyone was shocked.

The man in white just glanced at the flying arrow, turned the big knife in his hand, and the blade moved forward to face the flying arrow, and saw the flying arrow being split in two.

The arrow fell, and the man in white raised his breath and walked towards the direction the arrow came from.

Everyone followed.

But I don't know what kind of lightness kung fu the man in white is using, and his movements are so flexible that even a master like Benzhai can't keep up.

When everyone arrived a little later, they saw the man in white standing on the edge of the cliff holding his knife.

"Where is the killer?" Benzhai asked.

The man in white lifted his ghost mask, revealing the same face as Tong Xin, "Jumped down."

"Amitabha."

After a long time, Tong Xin came rushing over, "Brother, brother..."

Tong Yi reached out to Tong Xin, "Don't be afraid, Xin Xin, brother is here."

Seeing no results, everyone went back to the gate of Shaolin Mountain.

After everyone left, a man in white jumped down from the tree, it turned out to be Duan Junheng.

Then Tong Liang came out from the depths of the woods with a bow and arrow in hand.

Duan Junheng looked at the direction of Tong Xin's departure, his bones all over his body creaked, and his height was slowly changing.

Tong Liang said: "I didn't expect Uncle Duan to be able to shrink bones."

Back at the mountain gate, King Ning and Baiye Yilang watched Tong Yi for a long time, and finally they didn't want to compete any more, and wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but how could Tong Xin let him go so easily.

"You can leave if you want, as long as you admit defeat." Tong Xin pointed at Yijiro Baiye, "In my Daming, the loser will have to striptease in the street."

"You..." Baiye Yilang stared at Tong Xin.

"What are you staring at? If you want to leave, you can do a striptease." Tong Xinde was merciless.

Momojiro became furious, pulled out a puppet doll out of nowhere, pointed at Tong Xin with a long katana sword and a short samurai sword.

Benzhai and other eminent monks stepped forward