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Zhang Qiuhan thought for a while, and now he didn't have any news about Ma Xianhong, but he could find a way to get close to Wang Ye and find a way to get the 'Fenghou Qimen' first.

He is also very interested in the 'Fenghou Qimen', especially the formation-breaking effect of Fenghou Qimen, which is simply the best choice for dealing with formation magicians.

If Fenghou Qimen is with him, even with Zhang Qiuhan's previous fighting style, he can easily defeat Duan Ye.

Thinking of the rickety old man Duan Ye, Zhang Qiuhan frowned slightly. Lu Liang had been gone for three or four days, why was there no news at all?

Forget it, we can't rush this matter. Let's wait for the news from Lu Liang first.

Zhang Qiuhan sorted out his thoughts, and then made up his mind to find a way to get close to Wang Ye first, and then consider other things.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a knock on Zhang Qiuhan's door.

A girl wearing a black female business suit walked in. She was one of the operators of the 'Beijing Suburban Office'. She belonged to the functional department and usually handled some trivial matters for the 'Beijing Suburban Office'.

The operator's name is Xiaoxue, who is twenty-five years old this year. He is a congenital stranger with the power of "ice". He can create ice cubes and blow out cold air, which is very useful in summer.

Xiaoxue walked into Zhang Qiuhan's office on high heels and said to Zhang Qiuhan:

"Mr. Zhang, a young monk came just now and said he wanted to see you."

Zhang Qiuhan wondered, the young monk came to see me? Then he thought that he might be here to show off Shaolin stunts, and hurried downstairs.

Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, a gray-robed monk was sitting on the sofa in the lobby. The monk had his hands clasped together and a package on his back.

The monk has a handsome face and looks like the Tang Monk in the TV series Journey to the West. He is quite attractive.

Zhang Qiuhan walked forward with a smile, put his hands together and saluted, and then said:

"Hello, master, I am Zhang Qiuhan. What is your name, master?"

When the gray-robed monk saw that the person coming was Zhang Qiuhan, he stood up quickly and said seriously:

"The young monk was arranging the Buddhist characters for me in Lingyin Temple. The master saw that I looked pretty and gave me the character "Meng". Donor Zhang just called the young monk the Buddhist name "Fa Meng".

After a pause, Fa Meng continued:

"The young monk is just an ordinary monk in Lingyin Temple. He cannot bear the title of master. I hope that Donor Zhang will not harm the young monk."

Zhang Qiuhan continued to say politely:

"Oh, it turns out to be Master Fa Meng. Hello, hello."

Fa Meng frowned slightly when he heard this and said:

"Donor Zhang, the young monk has just said that the young monk cannot bear the word master, and I hope that donor Zhang will never call him master again."

When Zhang Qiuhan heard this, he cursed in his heart. This monk was really stubborn. It would take him a long time to correct just one title.

He had to say:

"Okay, then, Monk Fameng, why did you come to see me today?"

When Fa Meng saw that Zhang Qiuhan no longer called him master, he returned to his normal state and said:

"The young monk was ordered by the host to come here to give me the 'Seventy-three Special Skills of Shaolin'. Director Zhao said that I can just come to see Donor Zhang."

With that said, Fa Meng took off his bag and put it on the coffee table.

When Zhang Qiuhan heard that it was the ‘Seventy-three Special Skills of Shaolin’, he was a little surprised and said:

"Seventy-three unique skills? Isn't it seventy-two unique skills?"

Fa Meng smiled when he heard this and said:

"Donor Zhang doesn't know something."

"In Shaolin martial arts, there are thirty-six external skills and thirty-six internal skills, including boxing, palm, fingering, grappling, sword, knife, stick, staff, and body skills."

"Each external skill must be paired with the corresponding internal skill before it can be practiced. Together they are called the Seventy-Two Special Skills of Shaolin."

After a pause, Fa Meng continued:

"And Shaolin also has a physical training method, the Yi Jin Jing. Only by adding the Yi Jin Jing can it become a complete Shaolin stunt, the 'Seventy-three Shaolin stunts'."

Fa Meng spoke like a treasure trove, as if he knew the 'Seventy-three Shaolin Special Skills' very well.

Zhang Qiuhan nodded for a while after hearing this. It was indeed a Shaolin lineage of unique skills, and it actually encompassed so many martial arts. If he succeeded in learning this, wouldn't his close combat skills be maxed out immediately? Say goodbye to the left-right and left-handed Wangbaquan completely?

Zhang Qiuhan's eyes flashed, and he was about to reach out for the 'Seventy-three Shaolin Skills' on the coffee table.

At this time, Fa Meng shook his head again and sighed:

"The seventy-three stunts of Shaolin follow a strong and powerful approach. Once practiced to a high level, the strong wind of each move can kill people invisible."

"It's just that this martial arts is extremely difficult to practice. If you want to learn it all, you need to practice hard for ten hours every day. It takes five years to get started, ten years to achieve a small degree, thirty years to achieve great success, and sixty years to achieve great success. Complete.”

"And this is based on the fact that the person you are learning is extremely talented in martial arts. If you are a dull person, you will hardly achieve success even if you study hard."

After a pause, Fa Meng continued:

"So many people just choose to practice one of the 'Seventy-Three Special Skills of Shaolin'. Even so, it takes a lifetime of hard practice to achieve anything."

Zhang Qiuhan nodded repeatedly after hearing this:

"Are these seventy-three Shaolin stunts so difficult? They are indeed the Shaolin stunts of the master of martial arts."

Zhang Qiuhan admired sincerely, and then said with joy in his heart:

Fortunately I have a system.

Zhang Qiuhan thought of this, and he was so happy that he wanted to reach out for the package on the coffee table again.

At this time, Monk Fameng walked to the coffee table and said again:

"More than that, if you are willing to work hard on these thirty-six external skills and thirty-six internal skills, you can still make some achievements."

"The most difficult thing is the 'Yi Jin Jing'."

Monk Fameng walked up and down again and said:

"This 'Yi Jin Jing' was written by a famous alchemist during the Qin and Han Dynasties who gained extraordinary insights. It can greatly strengthen the body and improve body functions."

"It's a pity that this 'Yi Jin Jing' is extremely difficult to practice. Even if it has been improved by countless experts, there is still a risk of going crazy."

Zhang Qiuhan was puzzled:

"Can you become possessed by practicing martial arts?"

Fameng explained:

"Strictly speaking, this Yi Jin Jing is an internal strength and mental method, but it only improves physical functions. If you are not careful, the practitioner will lose all his internal strength and his body will be exhausted."

After a pause, Fa Meng said again:

"There are now over a thousand monks in Lingyin Temple. Only the junior monk Xie Kong has mastered the Yi Jin Sutra. All the other monks have difficulty practicing it."

Fa Meng said, with a rare look of pride on his calm face. It seemed that he was indeed talented, otherwise such a low-key person would not have such a proud expression.

Zhang Qiuhan made a sound and praised:

"Fa Meng is really powerful. He can actually practice the Yi Jin Jing. It's amazing."

With that said, Zhang Qiuhan wanted to get the package on the coffee table.

Monk Fameng walked over again and stood in front of the coffee table, and said again;

"Presumably Donor Zhang already understands the dangers of practicing this 'Seventy-three Shaolin Skills', so the young monk will say no more."

Then Fa Meng opened his mouth and said:

"Now, please give me, Donor Zhang, to invite someone who wants to practice these 'Seventy-three Special Skills of Shaolin' to be given some advice by the young monk."

Zhang Qiuhan was stunned for a moment. Fa Meng didn't know that the person who wanted to practice this 'Seventy-three Shaolin Skills' was himself.

Zhang Qiuhan pointed at himself with a smile and said:

"The one who wants to practice these seventy-three unique skills is me."

"you?????"

When Fa Meng heard this, he questioned in disbelief, even his voice raised several octaves.

Fa Meng realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately clasped his hands together and declared his guilt.

Then Fa Meng frowned and asked Zhang Qiuhan:

"Dare you ask how old Donor Zhang is?"

Zhang Qiuhan's brows twitched and his face turned a little dark.

What is old age? Do I look that old?

Fa Meng seemed to understand Zhang Qiuhan's thoughts and slowly said:

"Donor Zhang, please don't misunderstand me. The young monk just said that these 'Seventy-two Shaolin Skills' need to be practiced since childhood in order to achieve success."

"Generally, you start practicing at the age of three. It is already too late at the age of five. After the age of seven, you can only practice the ordinary seventy-two stunts."

"From the young monk's point of view, Donor Zhang is probably more than seven years old."

Zhang Qiuhan's face turned a little darker when he heard this. Isn't this nonsense? Anyone who is not blind can tell that he celebrated his seventh birthday more than ten years ago, right? !

Zhang Qiuhan lost his temper and said fiercely to Fa:

"Fa Meng, to be honest, I think I am a martial arts wizard. Although I am only twenty years old, the seventy-three Shaolin stunts are not a problem for me."

Fa Meng frowned and said:

"It's a good thing for Donor Zhang to have confidence, but confidence is not the only way to learn martial arts. In my humble opinion, it's better to leave this Shaolin stunt to others to practice."

With that said, Fa Meng carried the package on his back to prevent Zhang Qiuhan from reaching out for it again.

Seeing how stubborn Fa Meng was, Zhang Qiuhan finally figured out why he had tried to reach out to grab the package several times just now, but Fa Meng had blocked him. This guy was doing it on purpose.

Fa Meng thought that someone else was practicing the seventy-three unique skills of Shaolin.