One person: Became a disciple of Shaolin Temple and instantly learned 72 Shaolin skills.

"I didn't encounter anything, I just felt that spiritual practice was meaningless."

"It would be more comfortable to just lie down," Wang Qing said nonchalantly.

Bao Wen was now very anxious. "How can this be? Hurry up and come with your senior brother to cultivate. Your senior brother will watch you practice. You absolutely cannot slack off anymore."

As he spoke, Bao Wen immediately reached out and tried to pull Wang Qing up from the rocking chair.

Seeing the situation, Wang Qing knew he had no choice but to go. "Okay, okay, I'll go, alright? Senior brother, don't stop me."

"Alright, follow me." Bao Wen took the lead and walked towards the front yard.

Seeing this, Wang Qing shook his head helplessly and followed.

The two soon arrived in the courtyard. Wang Qing looked at Bao Wen and asked, "Senior brother, what are we practicing?"

"Whatever. Didn't you learn new martial arts at the Scripture Pavilion? Then practice the martial arts you learned there." Bao Wen stared intently at Wang Qing, afraid that he would slack off again.

"Fine, I'll practice." Wang Qing could only agree helplessly.

He then went to the center of the courtyard, slowly stretched out his hand and reached down, his fingers moving as if he were picking a flower.

The next second, the fallen leaves on the ground were drawn to his hand by an invisible force.

Wang Qing suddenly waved his hand to the side, and the leaves in his hand shot out like sharp blades.

“Duh, duh, duh.”

Turn around and look.

The leaves were neatly tied to the pillar next to them.

"Pick your fingers!"

Bao Wen was shocked upon seeing this, as he was very familiar with the martial arts Wang Qing was using.

Because he himself could do it, and judging from Wang Qing's effortless movements and the way the leaves were deeply embedded in the pillar, it was clear that Wang Qing had already mastered the "flower-picking finger" technique to an extremely high level.

Even he might not be able to do as well as Wang Qing.

After finishing his finger-picking demonstration, Wang Qing wasn't satisfied. Since his senior brother had asked him to show off, he might as well do it properly.

He turned his head and searched around, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

Then, with a teleportation, he instantly disappeared from the spot.

"The Great Shifting Movement Technique!" Bao Wen exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide open.

Although he didn't know the Great Shift technique, he was very familiar with all of Shaolin's martial arts, so he could immediately recognize the martial arts that Wang Qing was using.

He quickly turned his head to look for Wang Qing, and then saw Wang Qing pick up a stick about one meter long from the ground.

As Wang Qing held the stick in his hand, his aura suddenly changed, and he immediately began to swing the stick at will.

The wooden stick in Wang Qing's hand flew up and down, and he unleashed a variety of Shaolin sword techniques, such as the Bodhi Sword Technique, the Bodhi Knife Technique, the Breaking the Precepts Knife Technique, and the Compassionate Knife Technique.

Wang Qing could use these sword and saber techniques with ease, clearly demonstrating that he had reached a certain level of proficiency.

Bao Wen, who was standing aside watching, suddenly opened his mouth wide, looking at the scene unfolding before him in disbelief.

Having read the rumors about Wang Qing's extraordinary talent before, I had some expectations.

However, what you imagine and what you actually see are two completely different things.

This completely shattered his worldview, and Bao Wen subconsciously murmured, "Is this even human?"

Bao Wen suddenly became indifferent, or perhaps he had become somewhat numb to it.

If a prodigy like Wang Qing has to go to great lengths to cultivate, then what chance do other people have?

Let him do whatever he wants; it's none of my business.

"Stop, stop, stop, junior brother, that's enough, that's enough, you can stop for a moment." Bao Wen quickly stopped Wang Qing from continuing his demonstration.

Wang Qing stopped what he was doing and looked at Bao Wen with a suspicious expression. "Senior brother, what's wrong? I've only shown less than half of it."

"Wait... Master, Junior Brother, you didn't learn all 72 Shaolin Arts, did you?"

Bao Wen's heart skipped a beat when he heard Wang Qing's words. He looked at Wang Qing with the eyes of someone looking at a monster, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"No, not at all," Wang Qing said calmly.

Bao Wen breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and a smile returned to his face. "I knew it! How could anyone be so freakish? By the way, junior brother, how many martial arts have you learned? I saw you demonstrate several different sword techniques just now."

"Not many, maybe around sixty."

"How many? Sixty styles?" Bao Wen's eyes widened in disbelief. He was not only amazed that Wang Qing had learned so many martial arts, but also surprised by Wang Qing's tone.

Is this even human language?

What do you mean by "only sixty categories"?

Others may spend their entire lives learning only one or two martial arts techniques, or at most three or four.

You've learned sixty subjects all at once, and you act like it's nothing special.

It's true what they say, comparisons are odious.

Bao Wen found it hard to accept for a moment; Wang Qing's talent was truly something that was hard to accept.

He had never seen such a terrifying person before. In just over a month, he had learned sixty martial arts techniques, and it seemed that he had already reached a rather advanced level in them.

Compare yourself to this; haven't you wasted all these years?

“Yeah, right.” Wang Qing nodded naturally, then said somewhat unhappily, “The remaining techniques are either things like the Boyhood Technique that I’m not interested in, or formations that require many people to use together that I can’t learn. It would be great if they were things that I’m interested in and could learn.”

As he spoke, Wang Qing even showed a very regretful expression.

Good guy.

Bao Wen thought to himself, "Wow!"

So you only learned sixty martial arts techniques because you weren't interested in them or couldn't learn them.

If you could learn them, you'd probably master all 72 Shaolin skills in one go.

Before Bao Wen could catch his breath, he heard Wang Qing continue, "Besides, it's not like I've stopped cultivating. In fact, I'm cultivating every moment. Whether I'm sitting or standing, the Qi in my body is always circulating, so you don't need to worry about me."

"If you don't believe me, you can test me again in a while and see if I've improved."

Wang Qing also spared no effort to make things convenient for herself.

Hearing Wang Qing's words, Bao Wen, who was standing nearby, lost his temper for a moment.

This is getting more and more outrageous. How can it be repaired whether you're sitting or standing?

Junior brother, are you cheating?

Bao Wen had already been thoroughly humiliated by Wang Qing, so he quickly waved his hand to stop Wang Qing from continuing, "Stop, stop, stop, junior brother, don't say anymore. Senior brother knows. From now on, do whatever you want. Senior brother can't control you anymore."

"Alright, you can go back to playing on your phone. I have to go now."

After leaving behind a single sentence, Bao Wen fled the place as if he were escaping.

He dared not stay with Wang Qing any longer; if he did, his Buddhist faith would likely waver.

Wang Qing couldn't help but laugh as he watched Bao Wen flee.

"It seems that my senior brother will not urge me to cultivate anymore."