Chapter 143 What does being beaten have to do with being extremely strong?

Chapter 143 What does being beaten have to do with being extremely strong?

Chapter 143 What does being beaten have to do with being extremely strong?

Tan Wenjie scratched his head and stood up, then he remembered that he seemed to have some unfinished business, so he stood up and bowed again.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Simu staring at me in amazement.

He suddenly remembered something and asked Simu, "What do you think is the connection between being beaten and having great strength?"

Four eyes: "..."

What's the relationship?
what are you saying.

Now Simu just felt a sour taste in his mouth, that was his own ancestor, he had never forgotten to burn incense and kowtow to him, but he didn't expect that the ancestor would not have a share in the teachings, and instead gave it to Tan Wenjie.

This kid not only practices quickly, but also has ridiculously good luck.

If he couldn't beat her in a fight, or in seniority, or anything else, he would definitely...

Simu: "Don't talk, I want to be quiet."

Tan Wenjie pretended that he didn't see the other party's upset look, and said: "I just talked to the Grandmaster, and he gave me some cultivation experience."

When talking about the experience of cultivation, Simu's ears perked up again.

Unexpectedly, Tan Wenjie changed the subject and said, "Do you know what level the Grandmaster has reached, how hard his fists are, and whether his body can withstand bullets?"

Simu shook his head without even thinking: "How can a person resist bullets with his body?"

There are spells or other ways to dodge bullets, but he believes what Tan Wenjie said about using the body to resist bullets. It is definitely useless to use any defense and just use the body to resist.

"Makes sense."

For the next period of time, until dawn, Tan Wenjie sat on the bamboo chair outside, thinking with his head down.

Jiale, who had already moved the zombies and prepared breakfast, looked at the motionless Tan Wenjie and approached Feibao cautiously: "Brother Bao, is Brother Jie okay?"

He knew Tan Wenjie's identity from the conversation with Fei Bao just now.

A rich and powerful boss with a high seniority.

Seniority is very important to Jiale. He hopes that Tan Wenjie can ask for help in dealing with his master, otherwise he will always be punished.

"It should be fine."

Fei Bao was not sure either. He had not been with Tan Wenjie for long and usually just helped drive the carriage.

He was worried that Tan Wenjie was thinking about something very important at the moment. The big boss's business could easily cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Jiale asked, "Do you want to ask Brother Jie to come over for dinner?"

"I'll go over and take a look."

Fei Bao slowly walked up to Tan Wenjie and was about to speak when he noticed that Tan Wenjie looked up: “Fei Bao, you came just in time, hit me.”

"Ah?" Fei Bao shook his head repeatedly, "I can't do it!"

Beating your boss means you think your life is too comfortable.

Jiale came over jogging: "Brother Jie, is there anything I can help you with?"

Tan Wenjie stood up, patted his chest and said, "Jia Le, come here! Hit me!"

"Ah?" Jiale looked at Feibao cautiously.

"Don't worry, hitting me is helping me. I will never retaliate against you. If you don't believe me, just ask Fei Bao."

Fei Bao on the side nodded hurriedly: "Yes, the master will never retaliate against you."

As he spoke, he winked at Jiale implicitly, hoping that the other party could understand his expression.

His eyes are so big and his expressions are so accurate, as long as Jiale has a normal brain, he will definitely understand it.

Jiale laughed and nodded: "I feel relieved when you say that. I'll be glad if I can help."

Fei Bao: “…”

Some stupid kid is going to get into trouble, but he won't say who it is.

Never mind, I can't stop it.

It was the first time that Jiale heard that beating someone up could help, and he was very enthusiastic: "Brother Jie, how much strength should I use?"

"Use all your strength!"

"it is good!"

Jiale took a dozen steps back, stretched his body, jumped on the spot to warm up, and then lunged to start running.

Run fast.

A flying kick hit Tan Wenjie in the chest.

Boom——! !

With a muffled sound, Tan Wenjie took two or three steps back before stopping. He had just been using his body to resist.

The bones were not broken, but the heartbeat was almost stopped by the kick.

Just this one kick is definitely better than Qiu Sheng, Fei Bao and others.

I, Tan Wenjie, would like to call you the strongest among all the Maoshan disciples.

"Hiss!" Jiale squatted down and rubbed his ankle frantically, "Brother Jie, your body is so hard."

This was the first time Jiale encountered a situation where he kicked someone but ended up getting hurt instead.

If Tan Wenjie hadn't taken several steps back and his kick hadn't felt pretty good, he would have mistakenly thought he was kicking a zombie.

Tan Wenjie also rubbed his chest, but did not speak, still thinking.

Tan Wenjie smiled and patted Jiale on the shoulder as he stood up, saying, "I was born with supernatural powers. Will I tell you?"

Jiale was relieved to see that Tan Wenjie was really not angry, and then asked innocently, "What is the connection between being born with supernatural powers and not being afraid of being beaten?"

"I just happened to ask your master a similar question. Is there any connection between being beaten and being born with supernatural powers?"

Simu shouted, "Come, it's time to eat."

The two of them walked in chatting.

Fei Bao, who was following behind, looked at their backs, then thought of Tan Wenjie's smile just now, and couldn't help shivering.

Master Tan Wenjie and his apprentice are the most careful.

The kick just now was so loud that he felt a phantom pain in his chest. How could Mr. Tan be so magnanimous?

He was sure that the stupid boy would definitely be in trouble.

The four of them sat around the table.

Clear porridge with side dishes.

Jiale’s porridge cooking skills are pretty good. At least the rice is washed very cleanly. It’s not like at Feibao’s father-in-law’s teahouse, where you can guess what the pig’s last meal was when eating the pig intestines.

After dinner, Fei Bao asked, "Master, shall I prepare the carriage to go to Renjia Town?"

"Don't worry, I still have something to figure out."

If you can’t learn it, you can ask your ancestors for more questions. It will be difficult to learn it after they leave.

Tan Wenjie expected that he would spend a lot of time in Renjia Town. Since Junior-nephew Simu had already learned some techniques, it would not be too much for Junior-nephew A Jiao to teach him something.

Anyone can be fleeced, but elders must be fair and just.

Fei Bao nodded: "Okay, then I'll go feed the horses."

Whatever the master says is the truth, and he just needs to collect the money.

"Wait, let's go buy some food." Tan Wenjie said, "Like meat and fish, buy more."

He has a big appetite. It's okay for him to eat light food occasionally, but he must never miss out on enjoying himself.

Even if you stay overnight at Simu's house, you can't eat or drink for free.

Fei Bao nodded: "I'll let Jia Le take me there."

Jiale happened to come over and said, "Brother Bao, there is a waterfall behind. I will take you to fish after I finish sweeping. It is inconvenient to buy things in the only village nearby. You have to go a long way if you want to buy things."

"Okay."

After the two left, only Tan Wenjie and Simu were left in the room.

Knowing that Simu was really curious, Tan Wenjie did not hide it: "I got a cultivation experience from my ancestor, but this cultivation experience is very strange."

He asked the ancestor of Simu for a method to cultivate strength. This time his luck was very good, as the other party directly taught him the method.

It’s just that the method is different from what he imagined.

The ancestor gave me a guide to using my divine power. It recorded my thoughts after each fight with monsters. The more wounds I had, the stronger my body would be after I recovered. The stronger my body was, the stronger I would be next time I fought monsters, and then I would be wounded again.

In summary, go get beaten.

However, the founder did not say that his power became greater because of this. As I said before, the founder was born with supernatural powers.

From the beginning to the end, it was never mentioned that this experience could increase strength, and the experience didn't even have a name.

After listening to Tan Wenjie's careful retelling, Simu immediately understood that it was not that the ancestor did not love him, but that the ancestor was afraid that he would be hurt.

I was not born with supernatural powers. If I fight with monsters and demons with my fists, I will definitely be eaten alive.

I can’t learn it.

Tan Wenjie pondered: "Do we really have to fight with demons and monsters?"

He can fight with female fairies, but he is not so good at fighting with the big muscular monster. If he is not careful, he will break his arms or legs, and he may not be able to recover with his punch.

If you can become stronger just by getting beaten, then Daoyou Ming would be invincible.

Besides, Mr. Tan wants to become stronger so that he can beat people more conveniently. If he lets others beat him first in order to be able to beat others in the future, wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse?

If you get beaten before you learn, and you get beaten again after you learn, then it’s a waste of time.

Simu said he could not provide any help and even felt a bit gloating.

Since he couldn't learn it, Tan Wenjie didn't think too much about it. He turned to practice the "Maoshan Health-Preserving Boxing", but his mind was a little confused. In the end, he was still short of a few points of experience and couldn't improve.

He simply added experience. His hundreds of thousands of experience points were not enough for upgrading, but they were enough for learning skills.

The highest level of Maoshan Health Fist is lv3.

[After practicing hard, you have a flash of inspiration, and your 'Maoshan Health Fist' has reached a higher level. You can control your body's energy more easily.]

I never thought that the method to hide one's body aura would be found in Maoshan Health Preserving Fist.

Tan Wenjie adjusted his state. Although he couldn't disguise himself from a strong man like a tiger into a tuberculosis patient, he could still change from a bonfire into an ordinary torch.

It's still eye-catching, but not so fragrant that demons and monsters can't walk when they see it.

The breath also becomes more lingering.

Thanks to the advantage of controlling his breath, he can better control his physical energy consumption. Now he has the confidence to run back to Tanjia Town in one breath without even taking a breath.

Moreover, my breath-holding ability has been greatly improved, so next time I use invulnerability, I will probably be able to hold on for dozens of seconds.

"I am becoming less and less of a human being."

"Aren't you human?"

A curious girl's voice came from behind.

Tan Wenjie heard the footsteps just now, but didn't pay attention to it.

When I turned around, I found it was a very familiar face.

A very young-looking girl, who is 7% similar to Zhuzhu, but thinner. She doesn't have the "foreign air" like Zhuzhu, nor is she as knowledgeable and confident as Zhuzhu.

A pair of eyes blinked, clear and simple.

When being stared at by Tan Wenjie, she shrank back shyly.

It was also at this time that she noticed that the clothes on Tan Wenjie were very expensive, like those worn by some wealthy masters.

Tan Wenjie noticed that she was unnatural and said, "She is still a human being at the moment."

At present, it is still, but if it continues to develop in this direction, it will soon no longer be human.

"Haha, you talk so interestingly."

A Buddhist chant interrupted their conversation: "Amitabha."

Tan Wenjie looked over and saw that it was the version of Monk Yan Chixia.

"I am a disciple of Maoshan, Tan Wenjie."

"I see. I will rest for a while."

"Master Ikkyu."

"Master Tan."

Just as the two were introducing each other and wanted to have a good chat, a sudden "hum" was heard.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time, and walked out the door with their noses in the air.

After humming, he turned around and went back to the house.

Proud.

"Hmph!" Master Ikkyu also snorted and went back to his home.

Also a tsundere.

No wonder you two always "tacitly" choose the right time to come back and see each other, and no wonder you two live next to each other.

The girl was still confused when she heard Tan Wenjie ask, "What's your name?"

"Jingjing."

"Jingjing, why are you following Master Ikkiu?"

There were many inappropriate things about a monk walking outside with a girl of fifteen or sixteen.

"The master met me this year when he was traveling outside. My parents are both dead, and the master said that I have wisdom."

Just as Tan Wenjie was about to speak, he heard Simu's voice coming from the house: "A young girl in her twenties, letting others live in seclusion. The monks are really cruel."

On the other side, Master Ikkyu did not refute, but the sound of knocking on a wooden fish and chanting sutras soon came.

Their love is truly stronger than gold, there is no room for a third party between them.

Jingjing explained in a low voice: "I think it's good to follow Master."

In the past, she had no parents and was bullied by others. Now, following Master Ikkyu, she can have food to eat and it’s good enough to be alive.

Don't be greedy and ask for more.

Tan Wenjie nodded, not wanting to make any comments until he had experienced someone's suffering.

He reminded: "Since Master Ikkyu hasn't been back for a long time, his house must be full of dust."

Jingjing came to her senses: "I'll go clean it."

When she went in to clean, there would inevitably be dust. Master Ikkyu could not chant the sutra and had to go out. Seeing Tan Wenjie sitting on the chair, he wanted to sit down and talk with Tan Wenjie.

Unfortunately, Tan Wenjie knew nothing about Buddhist scriptures.

Moreover, his path of cultivation was different from others. Others cultivated themselves and studied, but he stopped killing by killing and entered the world with his body.

Some people practice Taoism by reading thousands of books, while Tan Wenjie travels thousands of miles and kills demons and monsters along the way.

Fortunately, Ikkyu would not get stuck in a rut when facing people other than Simu, and the two of them chatted about the customs and practices of the outside world, and their travels, and the atmosphere was pretty good.

At least Master Ikkyu is not a monk who only says "Amitabha" on his lips. He and Tan Wenjie have similar personalities, but it would be better if he were not so compassionate.

When it came to salvation, the two sides had some differences.

Master Ikkyu said that he encountered a fierce ghost harming people on the road, so he captured it and chanted sutras for 49 days to dissipate the ghost's resentment and allow it to be reincarnated.

But in Tan Wenjie's opinion, why bother saying so much since he has already harmed people? He doesn't even need to care whether it is the first time or the second time the other party has harmed people. Since it is a fierce ghost that will harm people sooner or later, just chop it off first and talk later.

Salvation?

Can't the machete and chainsaw be used to transcend? If that's not enough, he also has a whole set of processes such as palm thunder, lightning thunder fist, etc.

It is absolutely possible to completely transcend without leaving any residue.

In order to ensure a harmonious conversation, Tan Wenjie suppressed his thoughts. He knew that Shi Jian would agree with 99% of his work style, Uncle Jiu would agree with 70%, and the monk Ikkyu in front of him would agree with probably only 20%, or even less.

"I think you, Master Tan, have wisdom. Have you ever considered..."

"Hey!" Simu came out and said, "My uncle is a disciple of Maoshan, what do you want to do?"

He could tolerate other things, but if a monk kidnapped his uncle in front of him, he would have no chance of survival if this got out.

Seeing the two men fighting like fighting cocks, Tan Wenjie immediately stepped back and left the field to the two men.

"The relationship is really good."

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