Every few days, someone will leave happily. Later, even the bear child was taken away by the fat monk who was in charge of the dining room. Qin Changfeng was as stupid as ever.
Qin Changfeng’s bottom line for himself is that if he can’t achieve his goal after two years, then he must choose its plan, and it seems to be a good choice to find the magic of Jiuyang.
The problem is that he thinks that the magic of Jiuyang is not very suitable for himself.
There is no doubt that normal people can almost become top masters in step-by-step cultivation, but Qin Changfeng is not a normal person now
His body has been transformed into a semi-digital one through the test tower. Needless to say, his health benefits are not complete, but his shortcomings are not complete.
When choosing skills, it is especially important to pay attention to whether the tester’s physical energy is not an attribute and strength increase, or whether the skill base will be greatly reduced once the skill strength attribute conflicts.
Up to now, Qin Changfeng’s skill has no special attribute, but his talent has a ray attribute besides phase. Ray has both yin and yang. Although it does not conflict, it can’t fit perfectly.
In Qin Changfeng’s plan, his pure work should be the most suitable reason for Minstrel’s small phase … Just the word phase is enough and I don’t need it anymore.
However, the world of Tianlong Department is stronger than this world, and it is more difficult to get minor feats than indestructible magic.
Besides, Qin Changfeng believes that after the trial tower is regularized, the transformation of East-West theory, whether it is equipment or achievement method, has been semi-digitized, so it is impossible to evaluate the strength of one thing from the previous perspective.
Taking ten thousand steps back, is it really less difficult to get the magic of Jiuyang than that of King Kong? Qian Qian, the cliff of Kunlun Mountain, never knows which cliff is hiding the monkey.
It’s been two years since Shaolin Houshan became a little novice monk.
Two years before Qin Changfeng came to the other hospital or at the same time came to Little Shami. Almost all of them have been taken away by the master. He has achieved great results, and he has become an old qualification.
In the past two years, he has spent three statues in Shaolin Temple except that he still can’t shake the water every day to practice his beginner’s fist and fist skills.
These three statues have his seven-year-old body, so the plateau is three abandoned stumps that Qin Changfeng seems to have difficulty moving to the door of the abandoned temple.
In two years, more than 700 days, from unfamiliar to skilled, Qin Changfeng cut three wooden stakes with one knife, and gradually turned three ugly wooden bumps into three sitting portraits.
These three woodcarvers are like monks with their legs sitting on a futon and beads hanging from their necks, their hands folded, but they all have long hair and beards, and their appearance is not so kind, but with a touch of fierceness in the vicissitudes of life
Two years ago, Qin Changfeng’s basic sculpture was polished to the second level, and the probability of carving variation rose from 1% to 5%. Although the value is still very small, it achieved a leap-forward sublimation of 5 liters.
However, in this issue, Qin Changfeng has been fighting with these three statues, but he has not been able to trigger the variation and carve the variation props in a large number.
On this day, as usual, Qin Changfeng came to the gate of the abandoned Buddhist temple in the pine forest after finishing the morning class. Although there is no snow yet, pine needles are also covered with ice ridges. In addition to three and a half tall wooden statues, there is also a chubby one who is facing the hot air to keep warm.
Fat is when Qin Changfeng was asked to help him. In the past two years, Qin Changfeng has been withdrawn and taciturn. Fat also has no friends because he bullied others too hard. In this way, two people who have no friends slowly come together and become the only peers who can talk to each other.
After Qin Changfeng came to the door wearing a thin frock, as usual, he first practiced Shaolin’s entry-level fist kung fu in the cold wind. These two years of uninterrupted practice not only made him understand the basic melee LV1, but also increased his proficiency to 3%.
Because of this, Qin Changfeng has become more obsessed with all these young monks.
After the first world war with Aguli, Qin Changfeng has gradually realized that if he wants to take a solo route and specialize in long-range attacks, it is far from strong enough. The combination of melee and sharp long-range attacks is the final destination for him to take this road.
At this time, the fat squatting stone steps were chatting, so he said, "Hey, it’s too boring for you to practice so foolishly every day. Do you want us to have a game?"
"Come" Qin Changfeng work hands hanging a face of callous said a word.
Fat cried eyes a bright, this is the first time in two years that Qin Changfeng promised to compete with him. He jumped up from the ground as soon as he was excited, and then put on a tiger mountain, which was actually more like a hungry pig swooping down.
Chapter seventy Method number fool!
Qin Changfeng, who attacked fat like this, could easily lean sideways to avoid stretching his feet at the same time, or his hands were handy, so that Xiao Pang could fall on a dog’s face, but he just chose the most difficult way to deal with it-he raised his fist in situ and slammed it toward the fat fist.
"good!" Fat cried excitedly when he saw this scene. Since he left the hospital, he has lost more than he won. Because everyone knows that he is strong and strong, no one will fight with him recklessly, or he will swing around like a monkey, or he will slowly clean up after he is exhausted. Where has someone been so generous and punched with him?
"Do I want to take back some strength and don’t break the little silly?" Fat looks fierce but not bad. I also know Gu Qin Changfeng, and before he can put his ideas into practice, Qin Changfeng’s fists have already touched together.
Two fists, one big and one small, looked like an egg hitting a stone, but the result was that the egg knocked the stone away. The whole person fell back a dozen steps before it burst into a fall on his back and Youzi held his right hand and kept swinging.
"Little silly, how can you practice so much?" Fat buffered to climb from the ground after a face of surprise at Qin Changfeng.
Qin Changfeng didn’t answer him, but looked at the abandoned Buddhist temple. He waited for two years and finally appeared …
"When you sleep, people practice. When you look for wild fruits in the mountains, people also practice. When you are lazy in the sun, people still practice. What makes you say that you can beat him? Also said that the somebody else is a little silly old woman see you is silly fat "
With the footsteps, an old monk with a clear voice came out of it and said something that made Xiao Pang feel ashamed.
Qin Changfeng knew that the yellow-faced old monk was probably Du E, but he bowed his head and took out a carving knife from his pocket and rowed against three wooden figures at a glance.
These three wooden statues are not carved one by one, but three at the same time. Every time he completes a process, he changes another wooden statue. Now, none of the three wooden statues have been really completed, but all of them can be accomplished with the last few knives.
Du E’s appearance made Qin Changfeng secretly relieved. Actually, he planned to give up and find another way if he could not lead him out after completing the wooden statue today.
However, at this time, the more you have to hold your breath, the more you can’t take the initiative to get close. Otherwise, the hard work in the past two years will be as white as Du E, a senior expert. He believes in his eyes and judges that the more dull you are, the more he will recognize his insight.
It is obvious that Qin Changfeng has fallen into the eyes of three monks in Du E in the past two years, but he has just punched out Xiao Pang’s record and finally hooked up their interest. After all, a 7-year-old boy who is still a little silly has killed a fat boy who is eleven or twelve years old.
Qin Changfeng can turn a blind eye to the appearance of the old monk, but Xiao Pang doesn’t dare. Although he doesn’t know what the sudden appearance of the old monk is, he is taller than him, but he must have bowed with his hands folded. But Du E ignored him again and stared at Qin Changfeng’s carved wooden statue with amazement.
It’s not unusual for an old monk like Er to be surprised. It’s a coincidence that the 5% probability of the second-level foundation carving triggered a wooden statue to change.
"It shows that the wooden statue of the monk you carved has changed. This wooden statue will be able to absorb the surrounding free spiritual power and add it to itself to make it look different."
To be honest, although there has been a change, there is no egg in this change. There is no egg at all because of the battle. If it is elsewhere, Qin Changfeng will definitely throw it away without saying anything, but this is Shaolin Temple, a place where Buddhists worship God.
After absorbing the spiritual strength of the monks, the original ordinary wooden statue immediately exudes Buddha’s nature, as if it had become a sitting monk. Although it is still motionless, it gives people a completely different feeling.
Monks are extremely sensitive to this kind of thing, and when they are believed to notice the change of the wooden statue, Du E’s old face immediately gives birth to a little surprise mixed with awe.
"I’ve heard that there are people who are born with longevity and are different. If the Buddha didn’t believe it before he was reincarnated, but today … he has to believe it, otherwise the monk will explain it like something."
Another burst of footsteps spoke from the monastery, not Du E, a yellow-faced old monk, but a black-faced old monk with a white-faced old monk beside him. These two people are naturally Du E’s younger brother and Du Jie.
Crossing the ugly eyes and changing the wooden statue looked at Qin Changfeng and sighed, "Get up every day when you are ugly and carry four buckets of water; Maoshi morning class starts at this pile until lunch; Come here again at the last minute to practice your fists and fists; When I was in the moonlight, I carved a wooden statue and rested for two hours. When I was two years old, no matter whether it was cold winter or hot summer, snow or thunderstorm, there was not a day without a mistake … It is no wonder that Amitabha, a child like this, made us feel ashamed, and it was possible to carve such a sacred object through Buddhism. "
Du Jie Lang Yi laughed and said, "It’s ridiculous that I, the Shaolin Temple, should know that I can finally fall into the eyes of the three old monks who have been meditating for more than ten years. I heard that these people also pretend to be the four great monks."
"They are so devoted to Jianghu and Wulin that they have no time to manage these things." They shook their heads and looked at Du E with a yellow face and said, "Brother, this child seems to be silly, but he is wise and wise, and it is even more rare that we other disciples are predestined. You see, he has carved three monks like this, even though he didn’t know we were in the monastery, and he has never seen us before. Isn’t this an act of god?"
Yellow-faced Du E’s natural white teacher younger brother means that he still looks thoughtfully at Qin Changfeng without his mouth quietly.
And Qin Changfeng here, although he knows that he has worked hard for two years to succeed at the most critical time, he is very indifferent in both mood and expression, so I am glad to lose my life. He doesn’t have to hang this tree
At this time, Du Jie, a white face, also sighed, "I think my other disciples were defeated by Yang Dingtian when they were young, and even more so, I lost an eye to avenge myself and sit in meditation for more than ten years. Now I don’t know when I want revenge, and now there is not even a person. Isn’t it sad?"
Here, the three old monks are all silent, whether they are Jianghu or Buddhism, they all pay attention to inheritance. No one is as careless as ordinary people who have broken their heirs’ incense. That is definitely impossible.
At the same time, Qin Changfeng finally said nothing, but he turned a deaf ear to what the three old monks said, focusing on completing another wooden statue. At this time, he continued to pretend that he was still wiser than a fool, that is, it was best to talk about what he said and do outside, which would be counterproductive. That would damage the inherent image established in the hearts of the three old monks when he was two years old.
However, Xiao Pang watched anxiously, regardless of the cold floor. He fell to his knees and folded his hands. "Please have mercy on the three grandmasters and accept the little fool … because if no one is willing to accept him again, he will become the lowest-ranking handyman monk, and he will be driven out of the temple."
"Amitabha Buddha came from an old woman, so how can he resist the fate?" Du E, a yellow-faced old monk, finally made a decision and smiled at Qin Changfeng with a slight sigh. "Son, would you like to worship the poor monk?"
Qin Changfeng blew the sawdust off the wooden face without looking up or answering, as if Root had not heard the old monk’s words.