C10 Evil Guest at the Door

"Who are you looking for?" The knocking forced Jiang Cheng to walk out of the living room. He carefully opened the door and found that it was the three monks he saw at the inn the day before yesterday.

"Amitabha. Almsgiver, the three of us came from the Great Tang of the Eastern Lands. We came across this place on our way here. Can you get some water for us?" The first-class monk spoke formally.

This made Jiang Cheng very unaccustomed to it. He was very displeased. His younger sister's Great Tang, and his younger sister's Western Wandering Monk were lying to him, or were they trying to provoke him?

"Oh, three grandmasters, please come in. " Jiang Cheng was still unable to resist his curiosity.

After inviting the three monks into the living room, Jiang Cheng asked Zhang Erdan to make tea.

"Brother, there's no water. The well in the courtyard has dried up. " It seemed like Zhang Erdan had done some research long ago.

"There's water in the backyard. There's water in the backyard. I'll go. " Lin Dada, who had appeared out of nowhere, quickly expressed his thoughts.

"Master, please wait for a moment. May I ask your Dharma name?" Jiang Cheng saw that the three monks were sitting down calmly without any signs of making any trouble. They did not show any signs of being at a loss. It seemed like they had seen the world before.

"I'm first class. This is second junior brother, and third junior brother. The three of us are the monks of the Thunder Cloud Temple in the Tang Province. Sorry to bother you. " The first-class diplomatic rhetoric was very adept.

"Sorry for the delay. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jiang Cheng, and this is my brother Zhang Erdan and Lee Mubai. " Jiang Cheng was thinking about how to test him.

"Almsgiver Jiang, can I borrow the outhouse?" The second-rate monk rudely interrupted him.

"Erdan, bring the master to the outhouse. " Jiang Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When eating the master set meal, the bastard was the fiercest.

Lin Dada quickly boiled the water, made the tea, and sent it over. Jiang Cheng decided that he had to figure it out later. This was a resentment. In his previous life, when he read novels, he always felt that it was strange. In ancient times, there was no electricity and no air. Why was it that every time he shouted for tea, he could immediately bring out hot tea?

When the first-class monk saw that Jiang Cheng seemed to have fallen into deep thought, he took the initiative to ask, "May I ask what business does benefactor do?"

"Me, I'm unemployed. "

"I'm doing business? What is that?"

"It just doesn't mean to make a living. " Jiang Cheng was not very good at pulling Wen.

"I can tell that you are a warm-hearted person with just one look. I have something to say to you. " The first-class monk said in a serious manner.

"Oh, please speak. "

"I have some knowledge of astrology. Benefactor Guan will be in trouble soon, please take note. "

"Hehe, then thank you, Master. " Jiang Cheng really laughed. When you felt that you were going to change your views on certain things, it was very depressing for you to return to your original way of thinking.

"Master, I have always been curious about an exemplary story, and I hope that you can explain it to me. " Jiang Cheng had to fight back.

The first-class monk raised his hand and signaled Jiang Cheng to speak.

"When we were young, the old man taught us that one monk would fetch water to drink, and two monks would carry water to eat. The three monks didn't say that they would drink it, but they didn't know whether it was true or not. Great Master, what do you think?"

"Amitabha. I've never heard of such a strange thing. May I ask which temple it is?"

"A monk has no choice but to choose by himself. In order to not lose out to each other, the two monks split the work equally and carry it. It's not easy to divide the work among the three monks. One monk definitely won't do it, and the other monk will have no choice but to carry it. These were the old man's exact words. He taught us not to be selfish and to be united. "

"Amitabha, benefactor is wise. " The first-class monk came to a conclusion. He knew that this was Jiang Cheng's teasing.

"Senior brother, I can't take it anymore! I say, Benefactor Jiang, we came here to look for treasures. If you know what's good for you, take it out yourself. Don't force me to do it!" The third-rate monk suddenly exploded.

The first-rate monk quickly stood up and held down the third-rate monk. He said to Jiang Cheng with a seemingly sincere tone, "I'm sorry for my rudeness. This junior brother of mine is naughty and mischievous. Please forgive me. "

"F * ck, I was kind enough to give you water to drink. Now that I've seen a dagger in my hand, my temper is really bad. " Jiang Cheng stood up and went mad at the third-rate monk. He went forward and grabbed the collar of the third-rate monk.

The first-rate monk did not stop him at this moment. He slid backwards in a strange manner and made way for Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng simply unleashed his full power. He turned his grab into a fist and directly attacked the third-rate monk. The third-rate monk hastily accepted the attack. He raised his fist to meet the attack, and with a bang, the third-rate monk took two steps back.

"Hmph, a sneak attack!" The third-rate monk stood still and roared furiously. He quickly threw a punch at the monk.

The system in Jiang Cheng's mind started operating rapidly. He naturally used Wing Chun. That movement was extraordinarily fast. The third-rate monk had never seen such a fist technique before. In terms of speed, he was completely unable to keep up with it. In terms of strength, he had the advantage. However, he was unable to bear the fact that his opponent would always hit places where he was unable to exert his strength.

The first-class monk frowned and said, "Eh!"

Jiang Cheng completely went berserk. He also started to perform his footwork. He kept up with the third-rate monk who was continuously retreating, not giving the monk any chance to increase the distance between them. In his mind, Ye Wen's imposing manner that could destroy everything in its path couldn't help but appear. He did not have enough strength, so there was no problem. As long as his thinking speed was fast enough, at this moment. . . Jiang Cheng had performed beyond his ability, from "moving" to punching out. This reaction process took less than a second!

"It seems like this third-rate monk isn't an expert. He's completely crushing me. " Jiang Cheng even had the time to show off his inner thoughts.

Comparatively, the third-rate monk's routine was completely messed up. He kept defending, and just as he used his forearm to block Jiang Cheng's Inch Punch, he had to defend his face again. He was in a miserable state.

Finally, the third-rate monk stopped the instant he caught Jiang Cheng. He blocked the incoming punch, jumped back, and opened up a distance.

"Wayayayaya!" The third-rate monk let out a strange cry. Like a fierce tiger that had descended the mountain, he waved his fists in the air twice, and it even had a sound effect. "

Jiang Cheng smiled. Was this an f * cking activity or a fake movement? No matter how vigorous your punches are, won't it be in vain if you can't hit me?

It's as if I've warmed up enough. The third-rate jumped forward and bent his waist. A fist the size of a sandbag came out from behind his waist and ruthlessly smashed towards Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng's reaction was even faster. He turned his body to the side and blocked the incoming fist with his palms. With a horizontal push, he broke the tempo of the third-rate.

He was at a loss. This was what the third-rate fighter was thinking right now. A fierce tiger going down the mountain should be able to block the mountain and split the earth. However, his technique had been deviated, so how could he continue?

This was the truth. When Jiang Cheng pushed away the fierce punch, he hooked the tip of his foot, making the third-rate monk prepare to retreat to the right to maintain his balance. In Jiang Cheng's eyes, the third-rate monk was completely defenseless. He chopped the third-rate monk's neck with his hand, grabbed the monk's fist with his left hand, and pulled him back to the third-rate monk who had lost control of his lower body.

Combo!

This was the feeling! At this moment, Jiang Cheng was in a trance. He could tell that the third-rate monk was eating his fist raw at the fastest speed possible!

Straight punch, sideways palm, hidden fist, and chain palm.

The slightly clumsy third-rate attack was completely gone, and his mind was finally lost.

Jiang Cheng's first battle, KO!

It wasn't that he didn't want to beat up his opponent's chest and head like how Ye Wen had beaten the devil, but Jiang Cheng's hand was in pain, so he didn't dare to continue. Secondly, he was embarrassed because his opponent, a third-rate monk, had already passed out. He really didn't know whether he was angry or angry.

Jiang Cheng was very proud of himself. He finally had the feeling of being an expert.

"Benefactor, you have good martial arts. I will have a taste of it. " The first-class monk who had been observing for a long time finally managed to keep his composure.

Jiang Cheng stood up straight, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand forming a gesture of invitation.

Pretending to be 13! Pretending to be 13.

The first-class monk flung his monk's robe and said, "Please!"

Jiang Cheng's fighting creed was to strike first to gain the upper hand. All of Jiang Cheng's first moves were to spread out his legs, stabilize his lower body, and throw a punch.

He returned with nothing! No! He did not return. His fist, which was so close to the chest of the first-class monk, stopped! Then, it was pushed away.

"This, is this inner energy?" Jiang Cheng sighed in his heart. The heroic spirit that he had used to torture a third-rate student just now had vanished into thin air.

Jiang Cheng clenched his numb fist and stood on his horse. Both of his fists were like flowers piercing through a flower as he ran towards the first-rate students.

He hit them! Jiang Cheng did not have time to get excited. He found it sad again. Strength! He didn't have enough strength. With a simple wave of his arm, the powerful force swept away both of Jiang Cheng's fists.

Again!

Sticky. First rate motionless like a mountain, completely ignoring the fist that was imprinted on his back, he turned sideways and grabbed Jiang Cheng's wrist.

Jiang Cheng felt as if he was being held by a golden hoop, unable to move.

In just an instant, he was completely defeated!

The first-class monk slightly loosened his grip, and a force that wasn't considered uncomfortable pushed Jiang Cheng away.

Jiang Cheng knew that this was the difference between them. He stabilized his body and stood still, staring at the first-class monk.

"Thank you for letting me win!" First Rated Monk put his palms together and bowed slightly.

Jiang Cheng knew that this was a complete defeat in terms of strength. There was no problem with his technique. With his current strength, he was at least a grandmaster in Wing Chun. He could be considered an expert, and it was clear that he had completely defeated a third-rate monk.

However, when faced with these professional martial artists, the lack of strength was obvious. No matter how exquisite a fist technique was, it would only be a failure if it encountered a power that was not on the same level.

Also, Jiang Cheng was certain that the thing that seemed to be inner force was not third-rate. Although the third rate's strength was much greater than his, it still did not have a decisive effect. He would still be injured by him. The difference between first rate and first rate was that it was at a level where he could crush others. He was not afraid of Jiang Cheng's attacks at all.

Lee Mubai, who had been anxious for a long time, rushed in front of Jiang Cheng and glared at the first rate monk.

"Mubai, it's fine. " Jiang Cheng patted Lee Mubai's shoulder, signaling him to step back.

"Great Master, you have good skills. May I know what you are doing?" Jiang Cheng turned to look at First Rated Warrior.

First Rated Warrior did not even look at Third Rated Warrior who was on the street.

"Benefactor, have you heard of or seen a book? This book is called 'Body Metamorphose Scripture'?"

"Oh, you can find a book and find my door. Fine, you can openly rob me! But let me tell you, I've never seen it before! " Jiang Cheng was quite unhappy.

"Benefactor, I won't make a mistake in my calculations. The book is in the Shi Lord's Manor. Please make it convenient for me. "

"I'll do you a favor!" Jiang Cheng waved his fist and was about to rush forward to f * ck him, but he stopped when he thought about it. He couldn't fight him.

"Big brother, it's not good. That big monk has jumped into the well. " At this moment, Zhang Erdan ran in while out of breath. "Eh, big brother, what's going on? Why is this monk sleeping on the ground?"

"Hmm? Jumping into a well? What's going on?" Jiang Cheng had a bad feeling. He didn't care about First Rate and ran straight out.

As soon as he arrived at the well, he saw a bald head pop out from the well. If it wasn't second rate, then who was it? It seemed like he had used the Light Arts directly.

The second-rate monk's mischievous look made people's teeth itch. They nodded at Jiang Cheng.

"Almsgiver, sorry to bother you. The three of us will take our leave now. "

Jiang Cheng turned around and saw the first-class monk standing behind him with the third-rate monk on his shoulder. Only then did he understand that the second-rate monk wasn't nodding at him.

His fury burned!

Jiang Cheng clenched his fists tightly, like a volcano that was about to erupt. However, the return of his rationality made Jiang Cheng could only watch helplessly as the three bald men leisurely walked out of the house. The most shameful thing was that the three of them did not close the door!

Jiang Cheng adjusted his emotions and turned his head to Zhang Erdan and Lee Mubai, who were at a loss. He gritted his teeth and said, "Remember these three b * tches! If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman! "

"F * ck! Look at me! I don't want your life!" Zhang Erdan was ignited and hurriedly rushed out.