Shaolin, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
"Aren't you going to take action?"
Sitting on the platform, Xu Qingshan looked at the sweeping monk and asked.
As for the "ceiling" of Tian Long Ba Bu's martial arts, he was still very curious about how strong he was and whether he could break through the limits of martial arts in this world.
"The poor monk knows he is no match for the benefactor, so what's the use of taking action? It would be better to sweep the fallen leaves all over the courtyard."
Putting down his pen, the sweeping monk pointed at the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
Worldly reputation, strong or weak, are just passing clouds and worthless to him. Instead of paying attention to these, it is better to sweep a fallen leaf and remove a piece of dust.
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
Smiling and nodding, the sweeping monk started writing again and continued to register personal information.
Name,..., address,..., seventy-two unique skills,...
Take your time, write it down one by one, without reservation.
"But I want to spar with you."
Xu Qingshan said with a smile while holding his chin and watching the sweeping monk until he finished the last stroke.
You are one of the targets of my trip. I don't have the habit of running in vain. If you don't attack me, I will attack you.
"Okay, okay, since the benefactor has said so, the poor monk can only be respectful and obey."
Putting down his pen, the sweeping monk shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps, this is the 'catastrophe' that a poor monk deserves.
After staying in this Shaolin Temple for decades, no one knows his name, nor his origins, nor his strength. It should be a fate for the people in front of him to find him.
"Donor, take action."
Walking to the center of the courtyard, the sweeping monk spoke.
Without any deliberate movement, just wherever he stood, the aura on his body was like a vigorous fountain, endless.
"please."
After saying this, Xu Qingshan moved his Qi movement all over his body and took the initiative to attack with the Tai Chi movement.
Without waiting for a back-up, he took the initiative this time, which was a sign of respect for the ceiling.
Speed, strength, flexibility... Xu Qingshan was extremely serious this time. He didn't believe that he could defeat the sweeping monk who had mastered various martial arts for decades with just a few months of Tai Chi.
Although he is very talented in Tai Chi, and his cousin Uncle Jiu is no longer as accomplished as him in Tai Chi, this world is a world of martial arts, and the sweeping monk is the pinnacle of martial arts, which is different.
"It's a good thing the donor has come."
Facing Xu Qingshan's attack, the sweeping monk couldn't help but admire.
He had seen Tai Chi many times in his life, but no one had ever used it as well as the benefactor in front of him. He had completely broken away from the inherent moves and used his mind to move his body and his body to follow his heart.
But as soon as he finished praising him, the sweeping monk lost his composure.
'This power! '
As soon as they met, the sweeper realized something was wrong.
Although Tai Chi is both soft and strong, and there is a method of leveraging force to achieve strength, the force is too great, like a majestic waterfall pouring down in an endless stream.
Every time he received a move, he had to step back to release his strength. Even if he had extremely strong internal strength, he would not dare to force the move.
In an instant, he fell into passivity.
Tai Chi's fighting has an absolute advantage in this kind of fight, and the sweeping monk can only avoid its edge.
Bang~
After dozens of moves, the sweeping monk seized an opportunity and used his strength to stay away from Xu Qingshan in an instant.
While staying away, he used his internal power to activate the 'finger power' of the Vajra Finger.
It shot out continuously, hitting Xu Qingshan's vitals like a heavy rain.
'Well come. '
Xu Qingshan stepped forward directly, his Tai Chi hand rushed forward, and he ignored the finger force hitting his body and approached the sweeping monk.
'What a terrifying strength~'
Seeing that the surging finger force was unable to do anything to Xu Qingshan, the sweeping monk put his feet on the ground and immediately crossed several meters to attack Xu Qingshan.
This time, he was not careless. His martial arts and strong internal strength were pushed to the limit, and he fought countless rounds in an instant.
Compared with the competition with Qiao Feng, Xu Qingshan was more happy this time, and Jiang was still more spicy than ever.
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"Almsgiver, until the point is reached, the poor monk will admit defeat."
With trembling hands, the sweeping monk trembled and said the knife.
If the beating continues, his old bones will fall apart.
The benefactor in front of me was really terrifying, and my intuition was indeed correct. This time it was indeed my 'disaster'.
"Okay, this competition is over."
After dispersing the energy covering his body, Xu Qingshan said with a smile.
From this competition, he had confirmed what he wanted to know and figured out some things. He had gained enough.
"Then I'll take my leave as long as it's alright."
Looking at Xu Qingshan, the sweeping monk said 'farewell'.
It's not a good place to stay here for a long time. Seeing him in such a good mood, the sweeping monk always feels a little uneasy.
"It's okay, you can go."
"Um."
'I'm not a pervert, why should I be so sensitive? '
Shaking his head, Xu Qingshan sat back on the platform.
He gained a lot from these few battles in Shaolin and gained a different understanding of martial arts.
The difference in physical strength, the level of 'internal strength', the difference in artistic conception, the breadth of knowledge... Martial arts is not just skills and moves, but the accumulation of people who practice martial arts.
"Being strong and capable of breaking through limits may be the ultimate goal of martial arts."
Thinking about it, Xu Qingshan suddenly remembered something.
'Learning martial arts is not to be competitive, but to strengthen oneself, not only the body, but also the will. '
And the sweeping monk has indeed embarked on this path.
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Six months later.
"Continuing from the previous chapter, after Xu Qingshan, the best master in the world, defeated Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin, a mighty and strong man jumped out of the crowd and stood in front of Xu Qingshan with a clang. This man..."
After four months of fermentation, Xu Qingshan’s Shaolin War has been compiled into a story that has become a household name.
Whether they are children or old people, they all know that there is a master in the world named Xu Qingshan who is personally proclaimed by the emperor.
Powerful, handsome, rich... a bunch of labels were attached to Xu Qingshan's name.
And in the world of martial arts, the name Xu Qingshan is known to everyone.
With his Tai Chi skills, he defeated all the invincible players in the world and abruptly changed the situation that had not changed for thousands of years. He is the world's number one master in everyone's eyes.
"Sir, did you hear it? The storyteller is talking about you!"
"I know."
Xu Qingshan nodded at his subordinate's words.
While eating, it was quite interesting to listen to the storyteller below telling his story.
It's truly surprising that he's not even keeping up with the story a few times this month.
Originally, in his subconscious mind, transportation in ancient times was very inconvenient, so his story should 'follow' him.
But the truth is the other way around, his story is 'running' ahead of him.
The reason why this situation occurs is most likely inseparable from the fueling of the Jianghu people, and the speed at which they spread the news cannot be speculated based on common sense.
This is also the reason why Jianghu is difficult to govern. Their news is transmitted too quickly.
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