"Wu Tong colluded with foreign traitors, raised an army to rebel, committed a treasonous act, and his crime cannot be pardoned. The emperor has a decree to annihilate the nine Wu clans, and he will be executed without mercy!"

"The time has come, kill!"

"Cut!"

"Cut!"

......

In the loud sound of the morning bell, Wu An suddenly woke up and looked around subconsciously. After a long time, he sighed slowly, but a helpless smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Having another nightmare."

"After ten years of being a Shaolin monk, I still can't forget it."

Wu An was not a Shaolin disciple, but the son of Wu Tong, the great general of the Wei Dynasty, with a distinguished background.

However, Wu Tong shocked the emperor because of his outstanding achievements, which aroused the suspicion of the emperor, and was eventually charged with an unfounded crime, resulting in the entire Wu clan being executed.

Fortunately, Wu Tong's loyal generals rescued Wu An in advance and secretly sent him to Shaolin for safety, preserving a bloodline for the Wu family.

Wu An still remembers the day of the execution. He hid among the crowd of onlookers and witnessed the bloody beheading scene. Thousands of people from the nine Wu clans were escorted to the execution ground like a long dragon, and their heads fell to the ground one after another.

The streets were filled with heads, blood flowed into streams, and the whole country was shocked!

Although ten years have passed since the disaster at home, Wu'an Wu'an will never forget that day, and he can't forget it in his dreams, as if it was yesterday.

"I traveled through time and became the son of a general. I originally wanted to make great contributions, but I never thought that I would escape to Buddhism at such a young age. My six roots would be pure, and I would have no worries. I would have to make decades fewer detours than others."

Wu An laughed at himself and said that it was a lie to say that he had no thoughts of revenge in his heart, but what could he, a helpless little monk, do.

For him, perhaps this plain and comfortable life is the best ending.

When the morning bell rings, it is time for the outer disciples to get up and work.

With some emotion, Wu An quickly got up, washed up hastily, and started working for the day.

Shaolin Temple has internal and external disciples. Only disciples with advanced martial arts qualifications are eligible to become inner disciples and learn more advanced martial arts, while outer disciples are responsible for daily chores in Wudang Mountain.

This is a world where martial arts is prevalent, there are many sects, and dynasties compete for hegemony, causing the world to be in chaos and war, and the people to live in dire straits.

The Shaolin Temple where Wu An is located is a thousand-year-old ancient temple with profound cultural heritage. It ranks among the top ten among all sects in the world. It is also a rare pure land in this troubled world.

Although Wu An was the son of a military commander, due to the emperor's suspicion and his mediocre natural talent, Wu Tong never allowed Wu An to practice martial arts.

Martial arts is divided into nine levels, with the ninth level being the lowest and the first level being the highest. Entering the martial arts level means entering the ninth level.

Although Wu An is eighteen years old, he has not yet entered the imperial examination. He is still an outer disciple and needs to do some chores every day.

Bang bang bang...

The fist wind roared like a tiger, stirring up the whole courtyard and raising dust like morning mist.

On the martial arts training ground, there are hundreds of Shaolin disciples doing daily morning exercises. Their movements are vigorous, sharp and sharp, and their breath is strong, like tigers descending from the mountain, like giant crocodiles turning over, like hungry wolves attacking sheep, like eagles striking at the sky... Every day...

Every move and attack is extremely fierce, and the punches are loud!

At this time, Wu An appeared under a locust tree outside the yard holding a broom, looking at them enviously with a pair of smart eyes.

"It's a pity that I don't have martial arts talent, otherwise I could become an inner disciple like them and learn advanced Shaolin martial arts!"

Wu Anxin has great ambitions in martial arts, but is limited by his talent.

Boom!

Like spring thunder.

A roar suddenly sounded in Wu An's mind.

The next moment, a book with golden light appeared in Wu An's mind.

"This is..."

Wu An was a little confused.

He found that he actually saw a volume of books in his mind.

"Book of Heaven!"

Wu An took a closer look and saw two large gilded characters on the cover of the book.

Then, the Book of Heaven automatically opened to the first page.

On the first page of white paper, densely packed text appears.

"This is...Arhat Fist!"

Wu An glanced at it and recognized it immediately, because "Arhat Fist" was the only Shaolin Kung Fu he was familiar with.

"Why did this skill appear in the book today?"

With curiosity in mind, Wu An browsed carefully.

After a while, Wu An discovered the difference.

"There are actually ten levels of Arhat Fist in the Book of Heaven!"

Wu An clearly remembered that the Luohan Boxing he practiced only had nine levels of boxing. When you practice to the ninth level, you will reach perfection.

But the Arhat Fist shown in the Heavenly Book actually has ten levels, which is one more level than the Arhat Fist he practiced!

"Where does the tenth-level boxing technique in this book come from?"

Wu An was very confused.

"Did I forget that Arhat Quan originally had ten levels?"

However, Wu An felt very unfamiliar with the ninth-level boxing content in the Heavenly Book.

"No, Arhat Quan is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. The nine-level boxing technique is the ultimate form of Arhat Quan. I have never heard of the tenth level of Arhat Quan. I will definitely remember this."

Wu An frowned, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Could it be that the tenth level of Arhat Boxing was deduced by the Book of Heaven itself?"

Wu An's eyes flashed, thoughtfully, "If you want to verify your guess, I just need to find another technique, and it's not difficult for me."

Although Wu An is only an outer disciple, he has entered Shaolin since he was a child and is usually assigned to clean the Sutra Pavilion.

"There is not much else in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but more exercises."

The Arhat Boxing that Wu An was familiar with was stolen from the Sutra Pavilion, but his talent was mediocre and he made no achievements in martial arts.

At this moment, Wu An raised his eyebrows, and a line of information suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Talent:8

Wu An was startled for a moment, then quickly realized what he was doing.

"Does the number 8 represent my own talent level?"

Looking at the information in front of him, Wu An always felt that his body seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell what the change was.

So, Wu An put down the broom in his hand, and the content and moves of Luohan Fist flashed in his mind.

After recalling it in his mind, Wu An suddenly felt enlightened. He actually understood a lot of the previously obscure boxing techniques.

Luohan Quan is the most popular Kung Fu among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and it can be regarded as the entry-level Kung Fu of Shaolin.

However, although Luohan Fist is an introductory skill, if you can master this skill, the most ordinary fist can also exert powerful power, which is no less powerful than any special skill.

At this time, Wu An unconsciously began to use this set of boxing techniques.

Preliminary pose, boy worshiping Buddha, riding a horse with a whip, spreading his feet and punching, roc claws...

With one style of boxing, Wu An's fight was as smooth as ever.

At the same time, Wu An felt waves of weak strength emerging from his body and spreading throughout his limbs.

After a while, he finished the second level of boxing moves.

At this time, Wu An was sweating profusely and panting, as if he had just performed an intense exercise.

"The training effect of this Arhat Fist is at least twice as good as before!"

Wu An was ecstatic. He had no idea that his cultivation efficiency would improve so much.

"It should be that my talent has been improved."

Immediately, Wu An's attention once again turned to the shining golden book in his mind.

"Could it be that the exercises included in the Heavenly Book can improve my talent?"
Chapter completed!