surnamed Wang

Chapter 214 Inheritance
"What! Are you exhausted?"

"Keep down, you think I'm not dying fast enough?"

Wang Gingquan gave Pu Wen a blank look, and before he told the story, he had already expected such a reaction from the other party.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Wang Gingquan sighed, "A mountain is higher than another mountain. When I met a hard stubble, I risked half my life to fight him to death, but I also fought to the end."

"There is actually someone stronger than you?"

Pu Wen couldn't believe it, he was already the number one warrior in the North Turkistan, and Wang Bingquan was a line higher than him, so he should be considered the number one expert in the Central Plains.

Now a ruthless person even fiercer than him suddenly appeared, could it be some Xichi No. [-] Vajra?Donghan's number one killer?
Wang Gangquan looked at the ancient books on the table and said calmly:
"That is a strange monk. The number of martial arts methods is not in accordance with common sense. Although he is not sixty years old, he can use several kinds of Buddhist exercises that have been practiced to great success."

Park asked these days because of the moon cakes, he specially studied Buddhism for a period of time, and he also knew a thing or two about Buddhist exercises by the way.

It is said that Buddhism emphasizes crossing people to be kind, benevolent, but if that is all, where do the Eight Great Vajras and the Eighteen Arhats come from?

The fact that Buddhism does not compete with the world does not mean that they cannot compete. If they want to fight, I am afraid that those high-ranking sects who claim to dominate one side will also need to lower their stance in front of Buddhism.

Leaving aside the legendary Buddhist patriarch Bodhidharma who can cross the river with one reed, how many people in the world have attracted the covetousness of the famous Congmo Courtyard in Zhongzhou?

As the four famous courtyards in the Central Plains and the eight ancestral courtyards of Buddhism, Congmoyuan has a long history and profound heritage, which is incomparable to any sect.

Over the years, there have been eight hundred heroes who just sneaked into the Congmo Academy and tried to steal one or two books on martial arts.

If it weren't for the [-] bronze-bodied arhats in the courtyard, there might not be a single scripture left in the Sutra Pavilion.

People who patronize Congmo Courtyard, in addition to righteous ways and evil ways, also crooked ways and evil ways, these people, without exception, were finally pushed out of the courtyard gate by eighteen copper rods.

The most famous of them, Su Qiaoqiao, known as the world's most godly thief, was discovered and slipped out of the courtyard.

It is said that this beautiful woman scolded her as a "dead bald donkey" outside the temple for a day and a night, but unfortunately everyone in the temple seemed to be deaf and ignored her.

The number one goddess in the world who had lost her reputation and face had no choice but to leave embarrassingly.

But even so, there are still an endless stream of people from the rivers and lakes who care about Congmoyuan like crucian carp crossing the river.

why?Because those monks are kind-hearted and don't hurt people easily, except for the pain in their buttocks when they are thrown to the ground, there is no other loss.

And the tricks that monk Laitou used that day were all the secret skills that had been famous in Congmo Academy for a long time.

Monk Laitou's strange appearance made Wang Gangquan always feel like he was being calculated, so he just took the opportunity to ask about it during this trip.

……

Wang Gingquan briefly talked to Pu Wen about the essentials of practice, and the latter accepted the teaching with an open mind. In his heart, the master had been struck to death by lightning all the time, so he was extremely concerned about the inheritance.

Wang Gangquan didn't point it out when he saw this, anyway, when he practiced the avatar, he would naturally understand the master's "good intentions". Wang Gangquan was still looking forward to his wonderful expression, wouldn't it be quite boring to point it out now.

Back in her room, Yan Rongrong was still staring and didn't sleep. Wang Gangquan knew what she was thinking, so he licked his face and came forward to explain.

After spending a long time talking, the other party finally let him be suspicious, and the two of them turned on the lamp to sleep.

……

In the early morning of the next day, just as the sky was slightly bright, the group set off.

Due to the addition of Kunlun Nua Tea, the originally deserted compartment became lively.

It is said that there are three women in one drama, and this sentence is applicable wherever it is placed.

Yan Rongrong, Moon Cake, and Ah Cha, three women of different ages, identities, and even races, were able to talk together abruptly.

Wang Gingquan couldn't bear the quarrel too, and finally he could only say "woman" to himself, then lifted the curtain of the car, went out to chat with Pu Wen and spanked.

"Brother, why did you come out?"

"It's too stuffy inside, come out to get some air."

Wang Gangquan took out a stick of malt candy from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

This is one of the few special snacks in Zhenjian Mansion.

"Senior brother, I practiced according to what you taught me last night, and I did feel a feeling of cold air entering my body, but the cold air is too thin, it doesn't seem to be of much use."

Wang Gangquan nodded, what Pu Wen said was in his expectation, the spiritual energy in the world is thin, it is only enough for the Qi training period, after the Qi training period, it will have little effect.

According to the skills that Pu Wen showed before, his realm should be similar to his own, so this method of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth probably won't be of much use to him.

The reason why Wang Gingquan didn't give away the jade pendant that could help his cultivation was that the two of them hadn't gotten to know each other well enough, and secondly, maybe he could recover his skills in the future and could use them at that time.

After crushing the last piece of maltose Gaba in his mouth and swallowing it into his stomach, Wang Qingquan said:

"There is a kind of technique recorded in the book, and with your current state, you should be able to perform it."

"Spell?"

Pu Wen was a little puzzled. As a martial artist, he could understand absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, but when it came to magic techniques, it was beyond his cognition.

Wang Gangquan nodded, and told a shocking truth in a flat tone:

"Master, he is an old man, originally he came from a god."

"what?"

If it wasn't for Wang Gangquan's words, Pu Wen would definitely not believe it, but looking at the other party's indifferent expression, it doesn't seem like he is lying.

"Teach me."

"Don't teach."

"..."

"It's not that senior brother is stingy, it's really that this technique contains a shocking secret of Master. Later, you can ask Moon Cake to translate it for you, and you can practice it yourself."

The more Wang Gangquan said, the more Pu Wen became curious, but judging by the way the other party looked, he definitely wouldn't say it, so let Moon Cake take a look at it for himself when he was resting.

The carriage drove all the way to the southwest, and near the evening, it came to a bamboo forest.

Bamboo groves are mostly in the south and relatively rare in the north, but there are also people who plant bamboo specifically for ornamental purposes, and even many dignitaries in the capital will imitate Su's garden and spend a lot of money to transplant bamboo from the south to their mansions.

There is a small bamboo forest in Wang Gangquan's Ankang Palace, which is full of Xiangfei bamboo, which is extremely precious in the south, and is taken care of by a special person.

People like Wang Gangquan naturally don't care if it is precious or not. Every spring, he would carry a hoe and a basket into the bamboo forest, and dig for a long time with his buttocks pouted. When he came out, he had already dug a basket full of bamboo shoots. The craftsman felt distressed for a while.

Maybe it's because he has a grudge against bamboo. Every time he passes by a bamboo forest, he will pick up a bamboo. Either he is arty and imitates others to make a bamboo flute, or he cuts the bamboo joints into sections for wine or rice in bamboo tubes. Roll off all the bamboo leaves to make wine.

Anyway, under his tossing, the small bamboo grove looked like it was going to die. The craftsmen in charge of taking care of the bamboo grove neither dared to be angry, nor dared to speak.

Now that such a large bamboo forest was placed in front of him, Wang Bingquan, who had been struggling with bamboo, lost interest.

(End of this chapter)