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Volume 3 Smiling Proud Chapter 112 Persuasion

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    Chapter 112 Persuasion

    The heavy rain poured down and fell on the ground, making a crackling sound.

    Monk Juekong was wearing a raincoat, and the rainwater hit the raincoat and gurgled down. In the blink of an eye, the monk's clothes inside were already wet.

    He clasped his hands together, opened his eyes with all his strength, and loudly proclaimed the Buddha's name, which was heard far away in the rain, and said loudly: "Several donors, we have something to discuss, why bother to use knives and guns to hurt the harmony?!"

    The five people in the field ignored him. The light of their swords flashed, and the sound of hisses and whistles was faintly visible. Raindrops splashed, scattered by the swords, and splashed on Monk Juekong from time to time.

    Unconsciously, he stared at the five people on the field, fearing that something might happen to them. Concerned in his heart, he moved his feet. Unknowingly, he was getting closer and closer. The cold air seemed to pass through the rain curtain and reflected on his face.  body.

    "You four bitches are always at odds with this girl. I'm going to show you how awesome you are today!" The girl's fragile voice sounded. She waved her long sword to resist the siege of the four people, while she cursed in a sweet voice.

    ¡°You little bitch, you¡¯re still justified in stealing other people¡¯s things!¡± One of them yelled in a loud voice.

    "Little girl, if you hand over your things, we can be lenient and let you leave safely. Otherwise, if you are stubborn, don't blame us for destroying the flowers!" Another person said in a rough voice, very kindly, as if he was doing it for her.  For your own sake.

    "You bad guys, I don't know about those dirty intestines?!" The girl snorted disdainfully, swung her sword hard, and dropped a string of raindrops, splashing everywhere.

    Her body was already soaked through again, and it clung to her body, revealing her uneven curves, which made people's blood rush.

    "The little girl is judging the gentleman's belly with a villain's heart!" One of them laughed.

    "Hmph, if I hand over the sword manual, how can you allow me to live?!" the girl snorted.

    With a "crack", a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, like a silver snake swimming, and the surrounding area was as bright as day. Her sword was like cold lightning. She drew the sword extremely fast, as graceful as a giant. Although she only had the power of a move, she had no chance to fight back.  Despite his strength, he still didn't show signs of defeat.

    "We only need to get back the sword manual. Little girl, your life or death has nothing to do with us!" The eldest brother in the lead said in a deep voice.

    ¡°Humph, you¡¯re going to lie to a three-year-old child like this!¡± The girl snorted, naturally she wouldn¡¯t believe it.

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    Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. It is extremely dangerous for someone to know the truth and falsehood of martial arts. If the sword manual is stolen, and after it is stolen back, how can the person who knows the sword manual be allowed to live in the world?  !

    "Since the little girl doesn't know what's good, we won't be merciful!" The boss's face was gloomy, and under the light of lightning, he looked like the King of Hell.

    "Hmph! Then I won't be merciful!" The girl snorted and pushed back unceremoniously. Her body movements were agile and she moved around within a few inches. Although the four long swords were extremely sharp, they were always caught in anxious moments.  She dodged.

    "Donors, stop it quickly. We have something to discuss, so why bother killing them?!" Monk Juekong saw them stop talking, and hurriedly intervened, loudly admonishing them.

    "Little monk, don't worry, they can't do anything to me!" the girl said softly.

    "You little monk, you are so troublesome. Go away quickly and don't make noises in my ears, otherwise, you will be struck by my sword!" One of the big men cursed impatiently, turned around and glared at Monk Juekong, his eyes exposed.  Fierce light.

    However, Juekong was not afraid, and still stood there, persuading him with sincerity that human life should be cherished and not fight in vain. Everyone should stop. If you have anything to do, just go to the house and talk slowly. Why risk it here?  heavy rain.

    He looked thick-browed and big-eyed, with a simple and honest temperament, more like a man of few words. However, when he spoke, he turned over and over again and had great patience. He spoke for half a quarter of an hour without stopping, and he still didn't stop.  meaning.

    "I'm so annoyed, little monk, get out of here!" The four people on the field were upset when they heard this. They felt as if there were hundreds of bees buzzing around their ears. They were upset, restless, and found it difficult to go out with peace of mind.  Moves, the power of sword moves is greatly reduced, so this little girl has been able to get away with it till now.

    It seems that this young monk wants to protect his mother-in-law. They thought in their hearts and immediately became unkind to the monk Juekong and spoke rudely.

    "Everyone, let's sit down and talk." Monk Juekong still advised unyieldingly.

    "Damn it, take advantage of my sword!" Finally, a big man couldn't bear it any longer, and pulled out, leaving the girl.

    He jumped up in front of Monk Juekong, raised his sword and stabbed his mouth, shouting loudly: "See, you can't shut up?!"

      Monk Juekong clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name. He was obviously very disappointed. His Dharma was not profound enough. Otherwise, even a stubborn man would be able to nod his head.

    When the sword tip reached his chest, Monk Juekong withdrew his feet, shrank back, and avoided the sword. He looked calmly at the person who drew the sword, his eyes soft, with a bit of compassion, which was similar to the smile of the Buddha statue in the meditation hall.  Together, they are vaguely similar, as if they pity him for falling into a sea of ??misery, and he should turn around and find shore.

    "Hey, the little monk is still a master!" The big man let out a surprised sound, looked at the monk Juekong, tightened his sword in his hand, and hummed: "I want to see where you, the little monk, are.  sacred!"

    Having said that, he sent the long sword forward and stabbed it quickly. He used force on his feet and rushed forward. The body and the sword became one, and the power was extraordinary. The raindrops were shattered and turned into small beads flying everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the sword had been stabbed.  Arriving in front of monk Juekong.

    Monk Juekong clasped his hands together, placed his feet a little, and his figure suddenly swayed, like a lotus leaf on the lake being blown by the breeze. His movement was light and nimble, not bulky at all.

    "The little monk is really good at kung fu!" The big man praised, put his legs together, put his left foot on the instep of his right, suddenly bent his body, and rushed towards Xiao Yuesheng again.

    "Donor, I don't want to fight with you!" Monk Juekong's movements are light and agile. He points his toes on the ground and twists them lightly. His body bends and changes flexibly.

    "Damn, I want to fight you!" The big man attacked with two swords, but was dodged both times. He was immediately very angry and cursed.

    "Almsgiver, a gentleman talks but does not act. Let's stop fighting." Monk Juekong's tone was sincere and heart-warming.

    "I am not a gentleman, I insist on competing with you!" The big man shouted angrily, his sword technique suddenly accelerated, and suddenly the sword shadow filled the sky and enveloped Monk Juekong, as if he wanted to devour him.

    Juekong was using his bare hands and fists to dodge, and he was suddenly very nervous. In desperation, he shouted loudly: "Since the benefactor is forcing me hard, I have no choice but to defend myself."

    After saying that, he slowed down and slowly raised his palms to protect his chest. When he saw the sword coming, he swatted it out with his left palm.

    With a roar, the palm wind was sharp and extremely fast. It hit the spine of the long sword and immediately swung the long sword away with a crisp sound, like the sound of gold and iron, not like the intersection of a long sword and a hand.  , instead it seems like swords are crossing each other.

    "What a young monk, he really has a lot of hidden skills!" The big man's long sword trembled. Instead of being timid, he became even more excited. He licked his lips and his eyes were bright, as if he had discovered some novel toy.

    After persuading them for so long, these people were indifferent. Monk Juekong felt that it was useless to talk anymore. These people were stubborn people and he needed to use his magical power to subdue them.

    So, he said no more, he intensified his kung fu, one palm was as tight as the other, and he slapped it out with Hu Hu. The palm was as strong as iron, as if it was not as good as a sword or a spear. When the long sword touched it, it was like a long sword.  Intersect with the long sword.

    "Little monk, are you from Shaolin?!" The big man suddenly retreated, holding his long sword in front of him, with a solemn expression, staring at Monk Juekong, and asked slowly.

    Monk Juekong shook his head and bowed to the west: "The master is a Shaolin disciple, but the young monk is not."

    "No wonder," the big man nodded and turned to glance at the other four people in the field. Those three people could not completely suppress the girl alone, but they were not afraid of turning the tables.

    He felt relieved, turned around, and asked Monk Juekong in a rough voice, "You are using the powerful Vajra Palm?!"

    Monk Juekong shook his head: "The Powerful Vajra Palm is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Non-Shaolin disciples cannot practice it. What the young monk practices is not the Powerful Vajra Palm!"

    "Huh, it's not?" The big man frowned in confusion, half-believing and thinking intently, replaying the original situation in his mind.

    "What kind of martial arts are you using, little monk?" the big man asked slowly, his voice became gentler, and his expression softened slightly.

    Monk Juekong put his hands together, bowed far to the west, looked solemn, and said slowly: "The young monk uses the Small Vajra Palm, which is derived from the Powerful Vajra Palm and is a palm technique created by the master."

    "I wonder what the revered master's dharma name is?" The big man asked harmoniously with awe in his heart.

    His master can actually wield the powerful Vajra Palm, so he must be a core figure in the Shaolin sect. He cannot afford to offend such a person!

    "My master has passed away, so it is inconvenient to announce his name." Juekong clasped his hands together and said slowly, but his tone was firm.

    "Huh, that's it!" The big man suddenly felt confident. Since his master was dead and he was not a Shaolin disciple, he had nothing to worry about.

    "Come here, let me know how to use the little monk's little diamond palm!" He laughed loudly, and the long sword suddenly thrust out, making it difficult to guard against, like stealing?.

    However, Monk Juekong was always on guard and did not relax after talking to him. When he saw the long sword piercing his face, he leaned up, stepped a little, and suddenly slipped a foot away, dodging the long sword.

    "The little monk is very slippery!" The big man laughed loudly, stepped forward, and thrust forward with his long sword, determined to kill the monk Juekong.

    Monk Juekong raised his right palm, took a deep breath, and remained motionless. When the sword struck, he slapped the sword fiercely, and the "dang" sound was very crisp.

    The long sword swung out, and the big man couldn't help but rush forward. He opened the door in front of him and exposed a large gap. Monk Juekong stopped being polite and patted it lightly with his left palm.

    The big man rushed forward and could not stop himself. He could only watch helplessly as Monk Juekong's left palm came towards him. He quickly stretched out his hand and struck with his left palm.

    With a "bang" sound, the two palms met, and then each took a step back.

    The big man felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He felt a mighty force coming from his palms and straight into his heart. He couldn't help but feel a little afraid of Monk Juekong's internal strength.

    "Young monk, you have such profound internal strength!" The big man screamed strangely. Although he was wary, he was still dissatisfied. Could it be that all the internal strength he had practiced for so many years was in vain?  !  He shouted: "Come again! Come again!"

    Monk Juekong also felt very happy. He had never felt so happy in so many years. He couldn't help but nodded: "Come as you come, please invite the donor first!"

    After saying that, he slowly exercised his skills, and his palms changed color slightly. However, it was raining heavily, dark clouds shrouded the sky, and the sky was dark. Without lightning, no one could see his palms clearly.

    "Okay, little monk, look at your palm!" The big man simply abandoned his sword and used his palm technique to deal with Juekong, hoping to defeat him with his internal strength.

    The big man's palm was extremely powerful, as if it was extremely hard and fierce, and he pushed it out with a roar. The raindrops in front of him were still far away from the palm of his hand, and they were pushed away.

    Monk Juekong looked solemn, staring at his palms, then slowly raised his right palm, gently pushed it out, and faced the big man's left palm.

    "You're looking for death!" The big man snorted angrily, and suddenly added a little more force to his palm.

    He originally felt that although this young monk was nagging and extremely annoying, he had a good nature and he needed to be spared his life.

    But when he saw Juekong despising him so much, he suddenly became angry and wanted to hurt Juekong at his feet without caring about anything else.

    "Master, the young monk also got into a fight with someone. Let's go out and have a look?!" Xiao He asked anxiously, fidgeting and twisting his body.

    Xiao Yuesheng had finished the porridge, shook his head and said: "It's raining so hard, what are you going to do? I'd better just eat your food honestly!"

    " Xiaohe only drank half of the bowl of porridge in front of her. She really had no intention of eating the other half. She was so impatient that the master refused to let her go.

    "Master, this little monk is a good man. What should I do if he is hurt by someone?" Xiao He persuaded in a sweet voice, blinking her big bright eyes.

    "Well, that's true. Although the little girl is a little naughty, the little monk has good intentions. If there is no good reward, I'm afraid there will be one less good person in the world." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, his heavy brows furrowed.  : "That's all, let's go out and have a look!"

    "The master is wise!" Xiao He cheered sweetly, jumped up, and with a sway of his body, he had already left the meditation hall and appeared on the corridor outside the room.

    The rain has been falling non-stop, and the rain is pouring down, as if a big hole has leaked in the sky. After such a big effort, some water has accumulated in the yard.

    "Slow down!" Xiao Yuesheng shouted hurriedly.

    At this time, Xiao He was already standing on the corridor, standing there handsomely, waving to say hello to Xiao Yuesheng, and then watching the battle between them in the field, she couldn't wait to watch.

    "Master, come here quickly." Seeing that he was still getting up slowly, Xiao He was anxious for him. The fun was about to begin. The two of them pushed out their palms, and they were about to touch each other before they saw it. Who was stronger?  Weak, it will be obvious at a glance.

    Xiaohe called out again: "Master, come over later!"

    "Here we come." Xiao Yuesheng nodded impatiently, and with a sway of his body, the green shadow flashed past and came to the place beside her.

    "Bang!" Like the sound of a defeat, Monk Juekong's right palm intersected with the opponent's left hand, and the two of them took a step back.

    "Crackling" lightning suddenly appeared, like a silver snake suddenly appearing in the sky, swimming meanderingly, lighting up the surrounding area.

    "Good internal strength, how did the young monk practice it?!" The big man was quite incredible. It was unbelievable that such a young man had such profound internal strength.

    "The young monk is dull and his martial arts skills are very low." Monk Juekong pronounced the Buddha's name and shook his head, seemingly confused.

    He is right??I don't know how good my martial arts are, I just keep practicing as a fun thing and enjoy it endlessly.

    On weekdays, he breathed and exhaled according to the master's mental method. Although his internal energy did not flow, he felt that his body was very comfortable, so he kept practicing with relish.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Since he is inexperienced in fighting with others, he will naturally lose, and so he will compete with his internal strength, which is what he is good at.

    "Third brother, don't waste time, use palm skills to deal with him, don't fight forcefully!" The boss saw the two of them talking, he was very angry and scolded.

    "Brother, this little monk is not a bad person, how about not killing him?" The third child turned to look at the elder brother who was stabbing the girl with his sword, and discussed seriously.

    "Well, it's up to you to kill or not. It's only right to come over and help quickly!" the boss shouted impatiently, with an angry tone.

    They were three grown men who couldn't deal with a little girl. You can imagine how useless they felt, so they naturally spoke with anger.

    The girl's steps are quite wonderful, and her sword skills are also powerful. At the beginning, under the siege of four people, she was as dangerous as a nest egg.

    But her footwork was wonderful, and she could always turn the corner. After a few times, she made up her mind and began to practice sword skills seriously. After more than a dozen moves, the sword moves she had learned were like trickling spring water, quietly flowing in her heart.  Every time I use the sword technique, I feel that my whole body is smooth and beautiful, which is indescribable.

    Later, one of the four was missing, and they turned to attack Juekong. The pressure she faced was much less, her whole body was shaken, and her sword skills became even more comfortable.

    As time went by, the more refined her swordsmanship became, the more exquisite the swordsmanship she used. In fact, the swordsmanship she used was the same one they had just performed.

    Such a strange behavior immediately made them feel pale in their hearts. They felt more and more that the little girl in front of them was in trouble and they really didn¡¯t know what to do.

    "Little girl, do you still insist on refusing to hand over the sword manual?!" One of the big men asked fiercely.

    "I'll borrow it for two days and I'll return it to him of course. Why are you in a hurry?!" The girl giggled. She improved her swordsmanship and fought happily, and her mood returned to a clear mood.

    "Okay, then we are going to use our trump card, be careful!" the boss said in a deep voice.

    ¡°If you have any skills, just use them!¡± The girl was full of confidence and said with a sweet smile.

    Over there, the big man straightened his expression and hummed: "Little monk, I won't play with you anymore, watch the sword!"

    After saying that, he swung his long sword and rubbed his body. The light of the sword instantly enveloped Monk Juekong. The long sword was as fast as lightning, and the sword chased the soul.

    "Master, this smells a bit like the Soul-Chasing Sword!" Xiao He pointed over there in the corridor and said with a sweet smile.

    Monk Juekong changed his body shape, trying to avoid the long sword, but after all, he had few enemies and no experience. When he was distracted for a moment, the long sword sneered at his shoulder, and the raincoat was damaged, revealing what was inside.  monk's robe.

    "Little monk, you are defeated, please retreat first." The big man stopped, sheathed his sword, stared at Juekong, and said slowly.

    "Amitabha" Juekong clasped his hands together and loudly announced the Buddha's name, bowing his head and saying nothing.

    "Master, it was so dangerous just now!" Xiaohe patted her towering chest and exclaimed. She almost wanted to use her magic power to save people, but fortunately, the little monk was not injured.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her, shook his head and smiled, without saying anything. He already had a chess piece in his palm. He just saw the strength of the big man's sword and was not worried, so he kept his composure and did not take action.
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