I have many teachers

Chapter 43 Punishment
Today, Wang Anfeng once again had a meal with Li Bo, and went back to his own courtyard. First, he meditated and practiced as before, and took the set of silver needles again, and practiced the Taisu needles in the void before sitting on them. On the bed, he looked at the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist with suspicion.

After the Liuxu Villa incident, it has been several days since he entered Shaolin Temple.

Firstly, it was because I was so sad that I couldn't restrain myself, and secondly, I was really worried that if I lost my internal strength, my uncle and aunt Li, who was proficient in medical skills, would see the clues after taking the master's punishment.

Now that he returned to his familiar environment, he could feel at ease, looked at the prayer beads on his wrist, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice:
"I want to go back to Shaolin Temple."

The familiar crisp female voice sounded in the ears, and as the surrounding images gradually collapsed, a gust of wind carrying the fragrance of the grass and trees in the mountains scattered the dust that had not lived in the surroundings for several days, and the sky was full of stars, but there were two People play chess, one player has a monk robe with long sleeves and a peaceful expression, the other wears a scholar's green shirt, twists a sunspot with his fingers, glances at Wang Anfeng sideways, and sneers:
"Yuanci, your good apprentice is finally willing to come."

The voice was not concealed, which made Wang Anfeng's face feel a little hot. He rushed forward a few steps, bowed and said:

"I've seen Master, and this senior."

Yuan Ci smiled lightly and nodded, and said, "This is a teacher and friend, you can call him Mr. Ying."

Wang Anfeng cupped his fists again and saluted, saying:
"This junior has met Mr. Ying."

The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly, his eyes slightly closed as if he was thinking about the chess game, but he said: "Wang Anfeng, come here."

Wang Anfeng glanced at Yuanci, who nodded slightly encouragingly, and walked up to the middle-aged scribe, but before he could speak, the latter pointed his fingers directly at his dantian. Wang Anfeng had experienced several battles, and now Shi Shi almost reacted instinctively, stepping on the footwork of Jiugong, avoiding the finger with a flicker of his body, he was relieved, and suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen, and the finger lightly tapped on the Dan Tian Shang, but he still maintained the action position just now.

He was horrified, but in the next moment, a chill directly enveloped his dantian, and the internal energy of Yichan Gong that originally belonged to the dantian was forcibly repelled by this negative internal force, flooding his limbs and bones.

Wang Anfeng was already familiar with the existence of internal force. At this moment, his dantian was empty, and his complexion turned pale, and the unhurried voice of Mr. Ying came from his ear:
"Since you have not completed the task given to you before, it is only natural to accept the punishment from the master. Are you convinced?"

Enduring the discomfort in his body, Wang Anfeng clasped his fists and said in a deep voice:
"Since you disobeyed your teacher's order, you should naturally be punished by him."

"it is good."

The middle-aged scribe lost his son and took away Yuanci for several sons. He raised his eyes and looked straight at Wang Anfeng. His brows were light, but the combination of them made this face full of frightening vigor, and there seemed to be a sneer at the corner of his mouth:
"It's really good to be brave, but your tone is very righteous. Could it be that you are ignoring the teacher's order, are you still reasonable? Shaolin taboo kills, but when you killed that boy, you didn't even blink an eye. You are really cruel and merciless. "

Wang Anfeng was silent for a while, and said:
"If he wants to harm me, I will kill him. Repay kindness with kindness, and repay grievance with straightness."

Yuan Ci's face was slightly stagnant, but the middle-aged scribe clapped his palms and smiled, saying:

"Okay, okay, a fair one."

"Then go down the mountain and fetch water!"

"From now on, the daily practice time limit is open. If you don't complete this punishment, don't even want to go back to your Great Liang Village, go!"

Wang Anfeng looked at the middle-aged scribe, gritted his teeth and clasped his fists in a salute, gently put the things in his arms aside for Yuan Ci, and said:
"Master, the disciple has gone."

Yuanci's face seemed unbearable, and he nodded slightly. Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, turned around and went to look for the bucket, but there seemed to be a cold word in his ear, and his body sank suddenly. When he looked up again, his body was covered by It was bound by extremely thick iron chains, with Buddhist adage hidden on it, which conflicted with the internal force scattered throughout the body, making Wang Anfeng feel the two forces of swelling and oppression at the same time.

"Since it is a punishment, it looks like a punishment."

"Take this thing to fetch water!"

The sound fell, and a thick iron pole appeared on the flat ground next to it. The two heavy iron barrels were extremely large, but the internal space was extremely small. Wang Anfeng raised his hand, and it weighed about one or two hundred catties. He didn't say much about his stubbornness. He grabbed the pole, turned around and walked towards the steps. The chains collided and made a crisp sound.

"You're in a mess."

Mr. Ying made a bet, looked up at the monk in front of him, and said with a sneer:
"It's you who expect him to have a broader future, it's him who said that he wants to be number one in the world."

"Since you are number one in the world, you must look like the number one in the world. Only the loneliness of being the number one in the world, the tempering of the number one in the world, and the loneliness of being the number one in the world can be worthy of the ambition of being the number one in the world."

"In this world, there has never been a number one in the world that can be taken casually."

Yuan Ci sighed slightly, and said, "I know."

It's just that I still can't bear it.

Raising his hand, he picked up the thing Wang Anfeng put next to him, and removed the oil paper on the outside. He could smell the fragrance of tea inside, which made Yuanci's face softer, and sighed:

"But I wonder if it's too early."

Mr. Ying made a move again, and he heard the chain ringing softly in his ear, and said casually:

"Don't worry, I have grasped the weight, and the weight I gave him is only one grade higher than the theoretical limit value of his physical fitness and cultivation."

"what?!"

Yuanci's pupils contracted suddenly, sitting upright on the lonely peak, behind him was the image of Vajra's angry eyes floating in the air, a vast and fierce aura appeared overwhelmingly, and it was closed in an instant, the movement of the middle-aged scribe did not change at all, Cold voice:
"He just convinced you. If you want me to help him, you have to let me see if he has the qualifications."

"Only a person who is used to the limit can break through the limit again when the murderous intent is covering his body, when everyone thinks he must die, smash the desperate situation, and step on the enemy's corpse to the peak instead of becoming a The cold corpse was trampled underfoot!"

"If he can complete the punishment I gave him, covering his body with chains and trapping him internally and externally, the internal force of Yizen Gong will be crushed and kneaded into the bones, and the foundation of the golden bell jar will be evolved in the state of pure glass, then I will devote all my strength Help him to be number one in the world."

After saying that, he killed Yuanci, a big dragon, got up and left in a flick of his sleeves.

"You are not in your mind today, and you will be next day."

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