The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Wuhua is still unparalleled in style, even if he is surrounded by straw pavement and fine iron railings, he is as comfortable and unrestrained as in a pavilion full of flowers.

"Master Shixin is here, how about using some together?" Wuhua invited casually, as if meeting a young monk in a restaurant or any other place.

The only thing is that it can't be in a prison cell. Wuhua came to rob the prison, and the little monk happened to be the prison guard.

The little monk naturally wouldn't take the bait: "No need, you can eat it yourself."

With her backing, Nangong Ling became arrogant again: "Could it be that Master Shi Xin didn't dare?"

"Hey." The little monk looked disgusted, "Who wants to eat what you two have eaten."

"You!" Nangong Lingqi choked, and slammed a piece of chopsticks into his mouth.

When the little monk walked to the door, the chain on the door had been pinched and broken, and it was obvious whose handwriting it was.But now the little monk's focus is not on this, but on...

"You are his elder brother, so you taught him all this?"

Nangong Ling snorted coldly: "What I do is naturally what I want to do, so what does it have to do with him?"

Wu Hua said slowly: "The monks don't tell lies, why did Master Shi Xin speculate?"

The little monk found that talking to the two of them was really tormenting, far less enjoyable than doing it directly.The little monk who ran out of patience directly opened the cell door: "You first or me first?"

The little monk and Wuhua had also sparred before, knowing that Wuhua couldn't beat him at all, so he couldn't help but relax his vigilance.

Wuhua stood up, smiled and told Nangong Ling: "Pour the wine and wait for me to take you out."

"Are you planning to imitate Wenjiu and kill Huaxiong?" The little monk's expression became more subtle, he had never seen such a shameless person!

Nangong Ling laughed loudly: "I'll wait for my brother to come back in victory!" After saying that, Nangong Ling stretched out his hand and poured out two glasses of fine wine, placed them on the ground, crossed his knees and waited quietly for Wuhua to make a move.

Others don't know the depth of no flowers, so he doesn't know?Competing with the little monk that day was by no means his true level!

Nangong Ling couldn't be happier to see the little monk suffer.

The little monk thought that what he was going to face was still Shaolin Kung Fu, and he was half-assured in his heart that he could keep Wuhua here, but he didn't expect that Wuhua reached out and tore off the snow-white monk robe, and there was a tight-fitting black dress inside!

This sudden change made the little monk a little confused, and in the end, not only turned his face into a mess, but even changed his face!

What kind of method is this?The little monk was shocked, unknowingly straightened his body, and assumed the easiest defensive posture, thinking of defending before fighting.In the little monk, I have never encountered such a time!

In the blink of an eye, Wu Hua had another face, with sallow complexion, eagle nose and wide mouth, no one would recognize that it was the "Seven Wonderful Monks" praised by the world.

The little monk stared intently, and immediately understood what Wu Hua meant.With this form of attack, even if he is bumped into by others, he will never be suspected of being foolish. If the little monk insists on speaking, others will only think that the little monk is talking nonsense.

"You can only play tricks like this." The little monk said suddenly.

Wu Hua's expression was grim, perhaps because she had been suppressed for too long, she could speak incessantly: "Small cleverness? How do you know my difficulties! You are lucky, and everyone is vying to please you. But why do you!"

He wholeheartedly believes that he is nobler than others, how can he tolerate the existence of a person who overwhelms him in everything?

While speaking, a few silver lights approached the little monk under the cover of the moonlight, but the little monk seemed to be attracted by those words, and remained motionless!

Nangong Ling was overjoyed, and stared at the battle closely, not even noticing the wine glass.

The little monk was naturally not unresponsive, he was just waiting for an opportunity.

It couldn't be easier to knock down the hidden weapon, but this is only a temporary solution, not the root cause, and there will never be a way to successfully force it to nothing.

The moment the silver light was about to hit the little monk, the little monk made a mistake and passed through the gap of the hidden weapon!Not only that, the little monk was behind him, and the Zen stick had already reached Wuhua!

"Based on these alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep me!" Wu Hua opened and closed her palms, grinning grimly, "Alchemy!"

A burst of purple mist came rushing in like sea waves, mixed with a little light* in the mist, the little monk felt that there was no way to avoid it, he gritted his teeth and raised his breath, and he passed through the gap between the mist and the roof, kicking him in the head. On a flowerless face!

The purple mist was still gushing forward, and there was only a loud thunder, and the fine iron railings fell in response. When the purple mist cleared, the railings were already corroded!

The little monk kept on kicking, he kicked more than twenty times in a blink of an eye, blood oozes from the corner of Wuhua's mouth, her chest churned, she was kicked out of internal injuries.

"You're fine!" Wu Hua gritted her teeth, with her hands behind her back, as if she had another trick.

"I don't need you to tell me whether I'm good or not!" The little monk shouted, and rushed forward again, not wanting to give Wu Hua another chance to make a move.

Seeing that the ending has been decided, Wuhua made a decisive decision, drew out the long knife behind her and slashed at her body, but not for hurting the enemy, just to escape!

The little monk only felt a flash of sword light in front of his eyes, and when he looked again, only Nangong Ling was left sitting cross-legged in the cell, how could there be any shadow of Wuhua?

The beggar gang disciples guarding outside shouted loudly, but the young monk knew that they were only trying to boost their momentum, and if they walked a few steps, even Wuhua's shadow would not be able to catch up.He didn't go to help, and simply sat down cross-legged like Nangong Ling, trying to pry open his clam shell when his hopes were dashed.

Nangong Ling's experience was much richer than that of the young monk, so he could see through his thoughts at a glance, closed his eyes with a sneer, and made up his mind to ignore it.

"How do you know that he is your own brother? Who are your parents? Why are you one in the beggar gang and the other in Shaolin? Oh, I see. Is it because you were accidentally separated when you were young, and then adopted by kind people, but it turned out to be fruitless?" Do you still remember that I had a younger brother who came to look for you and lead you into trouble?" The little monk chattered incessantly.

No matter how good Nangong's spiritual energy is, he couldn't help it, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled and his eyelids were trembling, wishing to seal the little monk's mouth immediately.

But he couldn't beat it.

Martial arts were also banned.

So he could only stare at the little monk fiercely, not wanting to say a word.

The little monk fought with Wuhua, and the two of them didn't have many injuries, but the railing was also destroyed, the dishes were covered with dust, and only half a jug of wine survived.

Angrily, Nangong Ling poured out the rest of the wine in the glass, picked up the jug and filled it up, and was about to drink it.

The condemned prisoner can still have a meal of decapitation, and the little monk didn't stop him.

Just before Nangong Ling's entrance, a skinny mouse jumped out from the straw, biting the dishes on the ground and was about to run away.Seeing the rat's heart trembling, Nangong Ling paused the wine on his lips, and just wanted to kill the rat immediately.

But before he could make a move, the mouse took two quick steps while biting a piece of potato. After a burst of convulsions, its whole body swelled and exploded to death!

Nangong Ling shuddered, hurriedly dropped the wine glass in his hand, and subconsciously looked at the young monk: "You actually poisoned?"

The little monk was also stunned, but he still couldn't bear to hear this: "Why should I poison? Whoever brought it must be the one who poisoned it!"

Who brought this exquisite banquet?

The two fell silent together.

Nangong Ling couldn't believe it, and the little monk couldn't believe it.

For his ambition, he could even kill his own brother?

The little monk just felt chills for a while, looking at those delicacies, he felt more terrifying than the ghost prison.

"You...he..." The little monk couldn't even utter a complete sentence, he could only stare blankly at the few dishes with a stiff face.

Nangong Ling looked up at the roof and said hoarsely, "I don't believe it, it's definitely not him!"

No matter how much the little monk hated Nangong Ling, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him now.

In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, because Wuhua is such a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, but it just so happens that Nangong Ling has become a stumbling block that hinders his plan.

The ruined Nangong Ling is useless, rather than bothering to rescue him and resettle him, it is better to kill Nangong Ling directly to silence him.Not only is it more worry-free and labor-saving than saving him, but it is also a little bit more-only the dead can make Wuhua feel at ease.

So he left the food and wine first, and then asked Nangong Ling to pour the wine for him.In fact, he didn't want to win at all, otherwise he could have used "Slash Against the Wind" from the very beginning, and the little monk would never be able to escape in such a small space.But he can't kill him with one blow. If he hurts the little monk, then he has to find a way to lead Nangong Ling, who has no martial arts, to deal with the little monk and the disciples of the beggar gang outside. This strength.

So the good brother Wuhua was seriously injured and had to run away. Nangongling hated the little monk even more, and would drink alcohol in anger-this was a dead end for Nangongling.

It would be the best if he could hurt the little monk by the way or kill him directly. Even if he really won by luck, in order to celebrate his victory, Nangong Ling would definitely drink this glass of wine.

As for Nangong Ling, as long as he sips it in, he will surely die.

Even including showing their true colors at the beginning, it was calculated, and it was even more calculated to let the little monk know the relationship between them-if he appeared in the image of Tianfeng Shishilang from the beginning, the vigilant little monk would definitely He will not let Nangong Ling eat those things.

You know, from the very beginning, the little monk and the others were on guard against the person behind him not being able to rescue them, so they directly silenced them.

But after seeing Wuhua, although the little monk would be vigilant, because Wuhua had been defeated by him before, and Wuhua had never exposed her viciousness, in the little monk's heart, at most, he just "can't see each other". pleasing to the eye" Shaolin disciple.After Wuhua failed to save people, the little monk would never think of "killing his mouth" again.

After figuring out these joints, Nangong Ling and the little monk were relatively speechless.

The organs are exhausted and interlocking, which is worthy of being a wonderful monk without flowers.

Nangong Ling gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes were red, and finally said, "Don't you want to know our purpose? Okay, I'll tell you everything."

"I only have one request." Nangong Ling closed her eyes fiercely, "Give Wuhua to me."

Even if Wuhua kills him painfully, Nangong Ling can't really sever her kindness to Wuhua.

The little monk immediately refused: "That won't work, you are already a prisoner, how can I hand him over to you?"

"Except for those who have been hurt by you, there is no reason for anyone to forgive." The little monk looked at Nangong Ling with compassion in his eyes.

The author has something to say: neither of them is a good person, but Nangong Ling is slightly better than Wuhua (but neither of them will end well, if there is Wuhuafen, run away!)