After Yuanmiao left, Yuanjue looked seriously at Wang Lei. "Younger martial brother Yuanjing will take you under my jurisdiction. I’ll tell you something first. Although you are Fang Zhi’s uncle, this doesn’t mean that you are special. On the contrary, because you are a uncle, you should know how to be cautious and protect uncle’s face, okay?"
"Brother Bai, I never thought that I should be superior to others by virtue of my position as a master." Wang Lei said with a smile.
"Well, you are the best."
Yuanjue nodded his head. He also brought a layman’s brother like Wang Lei before, but almost all of them faced the sky when they first came, and they were extremely arrogant. For this kind of problem, Yuanjue always felt that his heart was higher than the sky, and he ended up learning nothing.
However, Wang Lei’s face and round sense of speech didn’t show any pride, but his heart was a little surprised and satisfied, so it’s no wonder that he was very critical of his disciples. Uncle Fang Zhi looked like a good piece of material and had to be polished well.
"Come with me, Master Jing."
Yuanjue ordered him to go to the front of the group of martial arts brothers who practiced martial arts one by one and ordered them to stop practicing martial arts. "You introduce a new brother."
Suddenly, a pair of curious eyes looked up and saw that Wang Lei looked so immature. These older children all showed a trace of contempt. "It turned out to be a kid."
"It’s boring to play with children."
"Finally a teacher younger brother, I am not the youngest. Hahahaha"
Wang Lei is funny in his heart. He has been with the kids for a long time. I don’t know how many times I have experienced this scene. It’s amazing to think that I will have to experience my childhood again after many reincarnations in my future.
Round sleep "uh-huh" coughed for a while. When the kids saw the seriousness of the master, they immediately put away their smirk and shut up.
"His name is Yuan Jing, and his seniority is yours. Do you know that you will call him Uncle Yuan Jing in the future?"
As soon as this remark came out, it seemed as if it were still. Generally, this group of older children were all staring blankly, and their mouths were unified like marbles. They were surprised to open to the "O" shape. I couldn’t believe that sentence just now, and then it was hard to accept.
"He is my ShiShu? This ….. How line! So! "
"Why can this kid be my uncle?"
This group of younger brothers are all Wang Lei by generation, and all generations are good characters. When you see Wang Lei, you should call him a martial uncle.
This makes these little kids dissatisfied and noisy, and none of them save oil lamps.
Chapter 9 Extreme Life and Death
"Silence!"
Yuan Jue’s voice sank and his expression was serious. "My Shaolin Temple has been strict for a long time, and there must be no disrespect for the teacher. Is it white?"
At the sight of Yuanjue’s outbursts, children can kill people with their eyes, but they are all unintelligent at once, but they are still very dissatisfied in their hearts.
The result of this is that when the children unite to eat in isolation in Wang Lei, everyone sits at the table together, with Wang Lei sitting in the corner alone; When playing, a group of kids are fighting together. Wang Lei is holding a branch thoughtfully; Everyone jumped in front of him in the shower, and he was the last one to take a shower and sleep.
On the contrary, Wang Lei is happy in his heart. He just doesn’t want to play house games with these little kids. The Wangs have already played enough. Now it’s good for everyone to have their own fun. He also happens to study his own things sometimes.
In the autumn wind, a lone maple grows on the cliff behind Shaolin Temple, swaying suddenly, and maple leaves are flying all over the sky, and yellow leaves are falling to the ground one after another.
At this time, a young monk suddenly flew from the cliff, flying like a butterfly into layers of maple leaves, and the picture was as beautiful as a China landscape painting full of artistic conception.
Rao is a maple leaf falling like a continuous rain, but the young monk is a leaf without touching his face, and his face is always relaxed and fresh and refined.
"Uncle Yuan Jing!"
Suddenly, a young voice came from a distance-the young monk, that is, Wang Lei’s eyes suddenly burst out with two sharp fingers on his right hand and suddenly pinched it toward the maple leaves all over the sky
His fingers seemed to be magical, and the maple leaves stood still one after another, as if the whole world and the whole time stood still.
When the right hand was stretched out halfway, Wang Lei suddenly took back his hand, and the maple leaves continued to fall.
Wang Lei’s hand has already touched a maple leaf, revealing a hint of peace and smile.
"I’ve finally accomplished this kung fu."
Now Wang Lei is fifteen years old, although he has a bald head, but he also has a pair of peach blossom eyes when he looks carefully. He is well-proportioned and graceful, and he is a handsome monk and a good skin.
This is the best skin that Wang Lei III has ever had.
The original tender appearance can’t hide the heart. At this age, there are few mature people with bright eyes and great comfort.
There are many pilgrims in Shaolin Temple. In the past two years, with the growth of age and the desire to grow tall, Wang Lei has rarely been harassed by the female pilgrims who entered the temple to make pilgrimages. Before March, there was even an incident in which a female pilgrim secretly gave money to him.
This made Wang Lei very depressed
There was a lesson that the martial arts of the first two generations were too bad. At this time, Wang Lei worked very hard to learn arts.
When others are resting, he studies martial arts, while others are sleeping, he has already got up and practiced martial arts. When others complain that he can’t learn for a while, he doesn’t complain that he can make up for it, and even worse, he is talented.
I have achieved a lot in martial arts today, and I am proficient in ten Shaolin unique skills. Among many disciples, I am the most dazzling younger brother.
However, it took Wang Lei a lot of time to learn this subject, from one point and a half to practice several times, and then he was depressed until he kept practicing later to succeed today.
However, even with more than ten Shaolin unique forests, Wang Lei is still dissatisfied.
The reason is very simple. He feels that Shaolin martial arts is not suitable for him. Although everything is practiced skillfully, he always feels that something is wrong.
The maple leaf in Wang Lei’s hand has partially withered. Looking at the leaf, Wang Leire suddenly felt a rumor in his heart.
"There are often double trees that wither and flourish in the north, south, west and east Africa!"
This is the first time that Wang Lei learned it since the Dragon Department written by Master Jin Yong. However, when he read it at that time, he just glanced at it and remembered it afterwards. He could barely remember and evaluate the withered and glorious master in Tianlong Temple. He also practiced his life to be half withered and half glorious, but he could not be both withered and glorious.
In this life, Wang Lei worshiped Shaolin Temple. After years of practicing martial arts, he read a lot of Buddhist scriptures in his hand when he went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for cleaning. When he read the Tripitaka, he remembered this sentence again.
At that time, I realized that only the pursuit of the ultimate life and death martial arts is the most suitable for personal contact with the "law of life" and "law of death"
Wang Lei once asked Shaolin abbot after pursuing the extreme martial arts of life and death. Even the abbot didn’t know how to do this martial arts.