The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

The reception at the palace was very thoughtful, especially when Huamanlou and the little monk finally arrived at the palace.

But maybe it was because the news that the little monk defeated Zhongyuan Yidianhong was spread again.

This world is really strange, some news can be concealed for decades, and even buried in the ground with the funeral, never to see the light of day;

But no matter what the situation is, there must be someone behind it.

The little monk didn't know this, and he was still trying to follow the script that he had unilaterally programmed before he came here—be an unobtrusive child, and then take the opportunity to investigate the treasure house and defenses of the palace.

But as soon as he stepped into the gate of the palace, he was surrounded, even Hua ManLou could not compare to him.Not only that, but the leader is Jin Jiuling!

The little monk was taken aback, and couldn't help turning his eyes to Huamanlou for help.Hua Manlou shouldn't have seen it, but he always seemed to have a strange feeling, so he reacted immediately.

"It seems that we shouldn't be called Jin Tutou now, but Jin Boss?" Hua Manlou said with a smile.

Jin Jiuling laughed out loud, and the jingle of the keys hanging on his waist was just a foil to Jin Jiuling's voice: "The palace has been stolen, and Manager Jiang has resigned. He just came to support him for a few days."

As long as Huamanlou is willing, he can say something that makes anyone feel comfortable.Now he was very willing to make Jin Jiuling more comfortable, and also to make the little monk more comfortable.

The little monk, who had never received such attention before, was about to turn red. He obviously never acted like a baby outside, and tried his best to pretend to be a stable adult, but now he wanted to squeeze his whole body into Huamanlou's arms.

Hua Manlou smiled secretly, and quietly blocked the little monk behind her.The little monk covered himself in Huamanlou's wide sleeves, like a little ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

"Okay, let's leave, and do your own thing." Jin Jiuling naturally saw the reaction of the little monk, and immediately ordered the people around the little monk to disperse, but he failed to get the little monk's eyes .

Hua Manlou immediately answered the call, he was a good guest that the host liked.

The little monk followed Hua Manlou step by step, and finally slowly revealed a pair of eyes, looking at the palace calmly.

Of course, his calmness is just what he thinks he is. The two adults have long discovered that he is looking around hidden under his sleeves, only he himself does not know.

Sure enough, the palace was heavily guarded, with one post every five steps, all of them were skilled fighters.I haven't seen the changing of the guard yet, but if I want to come to the palace to change the guard, I'm well-trained, so there won't be any big mistakes.

But even though the security was so strict, the little monk still had the confidence to sneak into the palace without alarming anyone, but he didn't know how to enter the treasure house.

Thinking that the defense outside the palace is already so strict, a place like the treasure house will only be more stringent, and there is absolutely no reason for the guard to be lax.What's more, the gate of the treasure house is definitely blocked by a heavy gate. Without the key, the gate can only be split open, but this will definitely alarm others. How can the goal of the embroidered thief be achieved?

But this is not something that the little monk should worry about, he has positioned himself very precisely, he is just here to help Lu Xiaofeng stand in the front line, collecting information is his business, but sorting out and analyzing is what Lu Xiaofeng should do.

Who made Lu Xiaofeng smart, the little monk is justified.

While leading the way, Jin Jiuling apologized: "The old prince has been in poor health since the palace was stolen, so now the palace is fully supported by me alone. It is definitely not intentional to neglect the two of you, it is really..."

Hua Manlou hurriedly waved his hands: "It's okay, since the prince is sick, he should rest in peace. We've been bothering you since we came here, so how can we bother the master again?"

"But in this way, my authority is much greater." Jin Jiuling dangled the long bunch of keys on his waist, and the sound of jingling can be heard endlessly, "As long as it is not too demanding, Playboy and Master Shixin Just open your mouth."

Turning around the corridor, and passing through several hanging flower doors, we finally arrived at the main hall.In the world, the rivers and lakes and the court hardly interfere with each other, and even the court does not want to be an enemy of a person with high martial arts skills. This is the so-called "chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban".Therefore, even though Hua Manlou and the little monk are white, entering and leaving the palace is not only considered a tribute to the prince, but in fact, the prince should feel a little bit proud.

Although people in the Jianghu would not take the initiative to become an enemy of the imperial court, it is definitely beneficial and harmless to make friends with a few masters of the Jianghu.

Hua Manlou thought that the main hall was empty, after all, now that the owner is sick, who else can wait for guests in the main hall?However, as soon as he stepped into the main hall, Hua Manlou felt something was wrong.

There are people in the seat.

Not only that, but the man's body was full of sharp sword energy, but he didn't have the coldness of iron. His body jumped and floated like moonlight on the sea, light and ethereal.

Hua Manlou stretched out his hands to salute, and the dangling sleeves just blocked the little monk tightly: "So it's the Lord of Baiyun City."

It is the Lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng.

There was a strange light in Ye Gucheng's eyes: "You know it's me?"

Hua Manlou sighed softly, and said with a smile, "Except for City Lord Ye, who in the world can have such a sword?"

"Okay!" Ye Gucheng's pale face flashed light, and he looked at the little monk behind Huamanlou.

"You defeated Ximen Chuuxue?"

The little monk poked his head out from under Huamanlou's sleeves, revealing a pair of round eyes: "Don't you know?"

Isn't it spread all over the rivers and lakes? How come some people don't know about it.The little monk was puzzled.

Ye Gucheng put his hand on the hilt of the sword slowly, and said hello again: "Then you should compete with me!"

The little monk was puzzled again: "What is a match? I don't want to fight now."

Tired all the way, and running for so long with light work, the little monk just wanted to have a good sleep. Of course, it would be great to have something to eat before going to bed, preferably Hefangzhai snacks.

Whether the snacks are not delicious enough or the sleep is not comfortable enough, why fight!

Although Ye Gucheng would not underestimate the little monk because of his age and appearance, he could not do such a thing as forcing a child to compete with him. a box!Not only did he eat snacks, he also swallowed a lot of food, and he didn't know where he ate all the food for such a small man.

If he asked the little monk, the little monk would definitely answer him seriously: eating is different from eating snacks, and snacks will not take up your stomach!

However, it is impossible for Ye Gucheng to ask such a thing. He only cares about one thing, and that is how to get the little monk to agree to compete with him.

Even though the little monk didn't use a sword, he had already heard that Ximen Chuuxue's realm had risen after a duel with him. Even later, Ximen Chuuxue didn't argue with Dugu Yihe again, but went straight back to Wanmei Villa to learn about it.Based on this alone, Ye Gucheng will not let the little monk easily go.

But if Ye Gucheng took the initiative to attack an eight-year-old child, Ye Gucheng has not yet reached this point.In the past, inviting people to compete in sword fights has never been unreasonable. Whether you are obsessed with martial arts or chasing fame and fortune, you will never refuse such a tempting thing as "fighting with Ye Gucheng".

But now he is facing a young monk, he is very good at martial arts, but he is not obsessed with martial arts; he is also very young, and he can't even understand the benefits of fame, let alone chasing fame and fortune.

Ye Gucheng withdrew his gaze from the little monk's hand and Zen stick, and put it on the empty snack box in front of him.

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The little monk ate and drank enough, and slept soundly. He was full of energy and energy, and he was a cute little monk again.

According to the usual schedule, the little monk first practiced the kungfu after he woke up—there was actually a training ground in the palace, maybe it was used by the guards, but when the little monk came, there was only one person in the training ground.

The sword light is magnificent, and anyone who looks at it will sigh a few times. The person holding the sword is almost integrated with the sword. I don't know whether the sword light is more dazzling or his white clothes are more eye-catching.

The little monk only took one look, then looked away, silently walked to the other side of the martial arts field, and shook his Zen stick.

The sword gradually slowed down, and finally retracted completely, but the Zen stick continued.

The power in the little monk's body has been integrated and perfected, and he has completely become a part of the little monk. At this time, the little monk just waved his hand casually, and there was a brilliant golden light, impervious to water and raindrops.

Ye Gucheng held the sword in his hand, his eyes lit up like cold stars in the sky.

It seems that there are flaws everywhere, but the next move can immediately make up for the flaws, so the flaws are no longer flaws, but become a trap to lure the enemy!

This set of moves is definitely more subtle than [-]% of martial arts in the world!

Not only did Ye Gucheng have a high fighting spirit, but he also began to doubt—the little monk is only eight years old, even if he started practicing from the womb, he would never have such skill.Such proficiency in moves may be due to extraordinary talent. Ye Gucheng knows that "talent" is never unreasonable. All the people who have made a great reputation in the world are geniuses.

However, no matter how good the talent is, if there is no supporting technique, it can only be said to be a piece of jade in the rough, and it will be buried without even a chance to be polished.The little monk not only has excellent bones, but also has clear and transparent eyes. Presumably, his understanding is not bad, and his character is needless to say.What puzzled Ye Gucheng the most was the origin of the little monk.

How could such a person be cultivated by an unknown generation?But I have never heard of several famous masters accepting such a young apprentice. Wu Hua under Master Tianfeng's seat is already a leader in this generation of Shaolin, but I have never heard of such an eight-year-old disciple. Aged relief.

This kind of thought was only in Ye Gucheng's mind for a moment. For him, it doesn't matter what kind of background it is. The important thing is whether he can compete with him.

The little monk had already started to withdraw his moves, without even looking at Ye Gucheng who was standing next to him, he ran away briskly muttering something in a low voice.

"Hefangzhai's Peach Blossom Crisp...?" Ye Gucheng repeated the little monk's murmur hesitantly, couldn't help but think of the bare box of pastries yesterday, and understood something instantly.

So when the little monk had finished his breakfast, before he had time to miss the dim sum that was banned by Huamanlou today because he ate too much yesterday, he received a gift from the Lord Baiyun—a box full of Hefangzhai peach blossom crisps.

City Lord Baiyun bought it himself.

The little monk looked at Huamanlou quietly, quietly, his evil little hand could not help reaching for the snack box.Hua Manlou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but in front of Ye Gucheng, it was impossible to directly stop the little monk from eating the dim sum that was far more than the portion, so he had to keep out of sight and out of mind.

"Thank you, City Lord Ye!" The little monk didn't know Ye Gucheng's name at all, only heard that everyone called him City Lord Ye, and thought it was his name.But because of this box of snacks, the little monk finally remembered Ye Gucheng firmly.

He's a nice guy!

The Peach Blossom Crisp was made into the shape of a peach blossom, with a lovely pink color. The little monk carefully bit off a petal, and his mouth was full of sweet fragrance.

Ye Gucheng watched the little monk eat and heaved a sigh of relief.As long as you can accept Peach Blossom Crisp, you should also agree to compete with him, right?

The little monk was full of happiness, and he didn't know what the good man Ye Gucheng in his heart was up to, so he ate a whole three yuan after a while.Huamanlou counted the amount the little monk ate, and accurately held the little hand that was reaching for the fourth piece of peach blossom cake.

"You've eaten too much!" Hua Manlou sighed.

The clenched little hands struggled unwillingly, but finally gave up.

"Then can I still eat tomorrow?" The little monk looked at Huamanlou eagerly.

Hua Manlou smiled slightly, and the little monk's eyes lit up, and he was about to blurt out a cheer——

"Can't!"

The little monk's cheers were choked in his throat, and his face immediately collapsed.

Ye Gucheng hesitated for a while, looked at the little monk's weeping expression, then thought about the moves he used in the morning, silently reached out and picked up a piece of peach blossom cake and stuffed it into the little monk's mouth.

"!" The little monk immediately reached out to hold the only piece of snack left in his mouth, like a squirrel hoarding food for the winter, and showed a big smile to Ye Gucheng.

Hua Manlou listened to the sound of the little monk eating, hesitated to speak, and finally pretended not to notice anything.

The little monk was afraid that Huamanlou would hear it, so he wished he could stuff the snacks in one bite, and almost choked.

Hua Manlou silently poured a cup of tea.

However, what waited for Huamanlou was not the sound of the little monk drinking water, but the sobs full of panic, and even a trace of blood.

"What's the matter?" Hua Manlou lost his composure, and immediately supported the little monk's body, without even noticing that his sleeves were wet with tea.

Ye Gucheng looked at the blood oozing from the corner of the little monk's mouth, and his body tensed up. Could it be that someone dared to use him to poison the little monk?

The little monk whimpered twice and stuck a tooth out of his mouth.

"Wow... I don't have any teeth. How will I (eat) in the future, Hua Manrou (lou)..." The little monk was heartbroken.

There was a small deciduous tooth on the open palm, and the root of the tooth was still bloodshot.