1978. The successor of the robe and mantle

No one followed the little monk of King Kong and the old servants. They were all used to the two of them "disappeared" during meals for about half an hour.

Little did they know that the outstanding people had just seen a short distance. The two people seemed to have nothing special and suddenly got up quickly.

The two of them ran wildly with their plates, and they all had outstanding achievements in light skills.

No.

It cannot be just described as good-looking.

Although there is no afterimage behind the little monk Vajra, judging from his cultivation level, he should not be below the Zhongyuan realm.

As for the old man, of course it is even more amazing.

When he doesn't move, he will be there, and when he moves, there will be afterimages behind him. Even there will be no afterimages.

This is completely beyond the speed of ordinary people catching the naked eye.

It seems that he and the little monk are always walking side by side, but in fact, he spends most of his time waiting for the little monk on the spot.

When I arrived at the dense forest several miles away, the little monk had a lot of food on his plate, but his face was already a little flushed and he was sweating slightly.

He had just been running wildly at the fastest speed, which put a considerable load on his body.

The old man was not blushing and was not angry. Just now, he was just walking around in the garden.

He looked at the little monk of King Kong and said, "With your current attainment of Dragon Walking, you can only be said to be middle-aged and superior in the world. You really lose the reputation of Dragon Walking."

The little monk Vajra replied very seriously: "The disciple will practice harder and will not disappoint the master."

"Um……"

The old man nodded slightly, but said, "Don't let me down, and don't let him down. The successor of the robe I chose for him, I don't want to see his expression in the future."

Some doubt flashed in the little monk's eyes, but he just agreed and did not ask more questions.

In this case, the master has repeated it many times.

He also knew that the master just wanted to find a successor to his old friend. The master's light skills he practiced were not dragon walking.

And that man has passed away.

He had no resentment, and it didn't matter if the master wanted to be a dead man himself. As long as he could be with his master, it would be fine.

I was just occasionally curious about who the old friend who was often remembered by the master and seemed to feel guilty.

He asked.

But unfortunately, the master didn't say it.

The master said that with his current cultivation level, he was not qualified to know the name of that person. When he was qualified, he would take him to the grave of that person.

The little monk Vajra actually didn't care whether to go to that person's grave, but he didn't want to disappoint his master. He was willing to do his best to practice martial arts.

As the two of them said, they walked into the woods and squeezed the food on the plate.

After about seventeen steps, the two of them finished the meal on the plate. No grain of rice was stuck to the evening, and it was bare and only some oil left.

The master actually never emphasized this, but the young monk saw that he always ate all the food in the bowl, and learned it, and gradually he developed a habit.

Squat down and put the plate on the ground. The little monk Vajra turned his head and said, "Master, I suddenly had some insights on the opening of the monument last night. Please help me see."

The old man nodded gently.

The little monk Vajra walked to the big tree in front of which several people had to be hugged by, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing luck. He slowly lifted his right hand.

"Hey!"

When he opened his eyes again, he exhaled and slapped the big tree in front of him like a thunder.

There are already many palm prints on the tree, but none of them are in the same place.

These palm prints look similar in depth, even if you look closely, it will be the same.

The leaves fall.

The power of the little monk Vajra's palm is naturally self-evident.

Although the big tree that these several people hugged was still motionless, the fact that so many leaves were shaken down was enough to show that his palm power was not simple.

Retreat the palm.

The little monk King Kong showed a smile on his face.

This time the palm print is obviously deeper than the one from yesterday, and this kind of progress is quite rare.

Martial arts practice, whether it is internal energy, external skills, or even secret techniques, it is not easy to make progress. It requires opportunities and insights.

The sudden enlightenment last night was so powerful that the monk could really make the divine master so much, which made the little monk feel like he was finding the trick, and he was quite complacent.

But then he noticed that his master frowned slightly.

This made him feel a little nervous and he hurriedly asked, "Master, is there anything wrong?"

The complacency just now also disappeared in an instant.

The old man finally spoke, "You can understand the skills of gathering strength and know how to make moves when the inner energy is at its peak, which is really good, but do you still remember what I told you?"

"Advisor..."

The little monk was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something and said, "Eight minutes will stop."

The old man nodded, "It's not okay to only know how to explode but not keep your strength. If you fight an opponent who is weaker than you, it's natural to crush him with a fierce attack with a storm. But if you meet an opponent, it's best not to use your skills. The opening hand is the most powerful skill, but it doesn't mean that you won't make a contribution after you hit a palm and you'll be beaten to death by others. Do your best to make a move, and it's very powerful, but it's hard to get the back moves at the same time. You need to remember it if you keep two points."

The little monk seemed a little embarrassed, "I, I just want you to see the power of my monumental hand that I can use with all my strength."

He just turned 20 years old, and in front of the old man, he could only be regarded as a yellow-haired boy.

"Come on!"

The old man didn't continue to say anything, just said that.

The little monk Vajra continued to slap his palms at the big tree that only a few people could embrace.

In this forest, such big trees are not very rare.

The dull sound never stopped for a long time.

Practicing martial arts has always been as easy as I imagined. Even Zhao Dongting, who kept cheating, has suffered countless hardships for this.

No master of Zhenwu realm has to sleep to that level of cultivation. He has to slowly walk to that level from a tall building to the ground, and he has to step by step to slowly reach that level.

Although the young monk has a certain level of master like the old man and can avoid many detours, he still cannot avoid the path he should take and the hardship he should endure.

In the night, the master and apprentice did not attract anyone's attention.

At this time, outside the north gate of Jiading Prefecture, a fast horse composed of more than a dozen cavalry galloped into the city. The soldiers on both sides of the city gate hurriedly saluted.

The leader was an official wearing an official robe, but a woman, and quite beautiful.

Isn’t this exactly who the prefect of Jiading Prefecture Hong can be?

Now, Hong Niang's face no longer had the hostility she had when she was a pirate at the sea. When her face was expressionless, she only had majesty and nobility.
Chapter completed!