Journey to the West begins with the full-level monk Tang

The trees are denser in the depths of the woods than at the edges of the woods.

After bringing down a big tree, the luxuriant branches and leaves on the tree must be removed, and then the teeth can be cut into sections.

The space left for Tang Seng is extremely limited.

Tang Seng didn't cut off the tree section immediately, but cut down several nearby trees continuously.

Similarly, each tree was cut down more than ten times, then it was brought down, and another big tree was continued.

It didn't take long for this, and he had already brought down seven or eight big trees around him.

The current space should be barely enough.

He continued to hold the machete and began to clear the branches of the trees.

This time, it was easier to clean the branches. As soon as the machete went down, one branch was cut off by him, and then another branch.

Repeatedly like this, soon the big tree with branches turned into a bare piece of wood.

"Master, you didn't sweat?"

The little beggar who was escorted into the barracks with Tang Seng looked curiously at Tang Seng's face and asked in surprise.

The felling of seven or eight trees does not seem to be a lot, but they are all big trees, and they were brought down by Tang Seng with a machete.

Such a workload actually consumes a lot of energy.

At least in theory.

If it is placed on ordinary people, it may take several breaks to finish these tasks, and it will definitely take a lot more time than Tang Seng.

Sweating is naturally unavoidable, especially in this hot summer, if it is not in the depths of the dense forest, which can shelter the harsh sunlight, I am afraid that if you just walk outside empty-handed for a certain distance, you may be sweating profusely.

However, in the eyes of the little beggar, Tang Seng did so much work without even a drop of sweat on his forehead, which is really strange.

Tang Seng replied with a chuckle: "Haha, it's nothing, the poor monk knows some kung fu."

The beggar stuck out his tongue and thought to himself, how can this be some skill? Judging by your master's technique, it must have been more than ten years of chopping wood to reach such a level of proficiency, right?

Next, Tang Seng stopped talking and continued to clean up the branches, and then cut the trees into sections.

His technique looked dazzling, one slash, and then another slash, every slash was in the same position, extremely precise.

This method of cutting wood is not like ordinary woodcutters, who cut the joints of the wood into an oblique triangular groove.

But after cutting the wood, the fracture of the wood is still very smooth and flat, even smoother than the fracture sawed with a chainsaw.

Seeing Tang Seng's movements, everyone was dumbfounded. They farmers usually do some farm work, but everyone has done the firewood cutting.

Compared with Tang Seng. They feel that they are too far behind. Tang Seng is like a professional woodcutter, even better than a professional woodcutter.

They also thought that they were holding that machete, but they couldn't achieve such precision no matter what.

This is enough to show how terrifying the master's control over the machete has reached.

Now the target to be cut is wood, what if it is a person?

Then, what amazing kung fu this master should have.

Everyone was convinced.

After Tang Seng cleared away all the branches of the big tree, the private school teacher came to Tang Seng and said respectfully: "Master, I have a feeling of unfeeling, I wonder if the master can agree?"

Tang Seng smiled and said: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Everyone present is the same. We are all brothers. If you have something to say, just say it. As long as the poor monk can do it, you will definitely not refuse."

"Okay, since the master said so, let's make a big deal and be the brother of the master. Now that the battle is imminent on the battlefield, the villain can also see that the master's kung fu is very good. I want to learn a few tricks from the master. .In this way, on the battlefield, once we fight the enemy, we will have more money to save our lives."

After speaking, Mr. Private School looked at Tang Seng with hope.

"Oh, it's this matter..."

Tang Seng pondered, not to mention the private school teacher's words moved Tang Seng's heart, and gave birth to another idea.

With Tang Seng's cultivation level, it is definitely no problem to teach these people how to practice martial arts. Moreover, it doesn't need to be complicated to get started quickly.

He only needs to sum up the essence of what he needs, and simply summarize a few moves that ordinary people can use. They don't need to be very knowledgeable, as long as they are proficient in these moves, then. When fighting ordinary people, it should also be invincible.

Thinking of this, Tang Seng looked at the others and asked, "Do you guys have the same idea? Do you also want to learn some martial arts from the poor monk?"

Yes... yes... if the Master will teach us, we will learn. In the past, the villain was often bullied by villains when begging. If he can learn some self-protection methods, he will not let others bully him in the future. "

The little beggar nodded hurriedly.

Tang Seng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Looking at your talent, you know how to beg for food. Don't you have any other ambitions?"

The face of the little beggar who said this sentence turned red, but everyone burst into laughter.

Yes, what Tang Seng said touched them a lot.

The reason why they live at the bottom of the world is because they have no strengths or possessions, so they can only plan food in the land and suffer all kinds of bullying.

If you can really learn something, maybe the whole trajectory of your life will change in the future.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes became eager.

They gathered around Tang Seng at the same time, got closer, and expressed their willingness to learn martial arts from Tang Seng.

Seeing that everyone had such a wish, Tang Seng made a decision in his heart.

Well, since I want to change the world, I should start by changing the fate of others.

Perhaps, what can truly create the history of the world and change the fate of the Great Xia is realized from the people around him.

Tang Seng readily agreed: "Since this is the case, everyone wants to learn, so the poor monk will teach you. But there is one sentence, the poor monk said first."

"The master has something to say. Although the villain has never seen any big world, he still knows some rules of the rivers and lakes. However, when the master accepts his apprentice, he will talk about some rules. If the master has any rules, just say it."

The private school gentleman continued.

Tang Seng saw that this person was so upright, he smiled slightly and said: "Poor monks don't have so many rules, but if you learn martial arts, you will surpass many others. It's just that people who practice martial arts should avoid bullying and bullying." Weak, bullying men and women, doing evil and doing evil. Do not follow the right path. Therefore, the poor monk hopes that you will not violate these rules after you learn martial arts. Otherwise, even if the retribution has not yet arrived, the poor monk will take back the martial arts and give you severe punishment. This Can it be done at all?"

"Yes, we can! Please rest assured, Master, we will definitely be able to do it."

The private school gentleman hurriedly cupped his fists and said loudly.

At this time, he was afraid that Tang Seng would repent. As a half-hearted scholar who failed to achieve fame, perhaps this opportunity now was the rarest one in his life.