Fantasy: Apprenticeship returns ten thousand times the cultivation base

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but I don't know how to do it." Lu Yu said with a troubled look on his face, "I don't know martial arts."

He didn't lie, all he knows are supernatural powers, Taoism, and martial arts, he really doesn't know.

Hong Qigong watched quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, he doesn't know martial arts, this aura doesn't look like it.

"Rong'er, it's just a mouthful of food, it doesn't matter." Guo Jing was simple and honest, and couldn't see the embarrassment of his acquaintances, so he pulled Huang Rong, who was pouted, and begged for mercy.

The corners of Huang Rong's mouth turned up, and she raised her head and chest to Lu Yu: "That's okay, but you can't eat for nothing, right?"

"If you really can't get anything out, then call me sister, and then you can eat whatever you want."

The little girl, who was not very old, stood there arrogantly and arrogantly, as the sunlight fell through the leaves, she was just like a fairy girl.

"Sister, forget it. To be honest, if you call me brother, I think you're too small." Lu Yu shook his head with a smile, but he didn't feel bad for Huang Rong.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't feel Huang Rong's malice, so he just let him.

"Hmph." Hearing this, Huang Rong wrinkled her nose and looked at him dissatisfied.

Hong Qigong paused, heard the meaning of his words, let go of a corner of his vision, and looked at this side.

"Brother Guo." Lu Yu waved and shouted.

Guo Jing was stunned, and heard the call, and walked over: "Brother Lu?"

"Martial arts, of course I don't know how to do it, but I have a method of breathing here. If you don't dislike it, I will pass it on to you?"

"Chi~" Huang Rong sneered, not looking at him directly.

What is good about the method of breathing?Can it compare to her cooking?

You know, not everyone cooks for her, the precious daughter of the famous Dongxie Huang Yaoshi.

If she was not happy, even if the old emperor came, she would not give him a bite.

Hong Qigong's palm, which was missing a finger, moved, the way of breathing seemed to be nothing.

But if he thinks right, the breathing method in the young man's mouth is not ordinary!

In Jianghu, some masters don't like the name of internal energy, and always like to use the method of breathing instead.

Just like Quanzhen taught Ma Yu, just like himself.

He has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, and sometimes he meets people he likes, but he is unwilling to accept him as a disciple, disturbing his freedom.

So, he used the method of breathing to pass on a piece of internal energy, and then drifted away.

"I don't know, is it the same for him?" Hong Qigong thought, the movements of his hands didn't stop, he was still eating.

"Ah, I have the method of breathing." Guo Jing was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "When I was young, an expert from Quanzhen taught me a method of breathing while sleeping."

"Brother Lu, you and I are friends. It's right to invite friends to dinner. You don't need to bring anything." Guo Jing said seriously, and Hong Qigong rolled his eyes when he said something.

Hey, why are you guys friends with him, you don't want his things, but you don't want me, so you want my martial arts?
Huang Rong jumped even more angrily, mainly because she saw Hong Qigong's white eyes.

"Brother Jing" hurried over, Huang Rong was about to stop him.

"Rong'er." Unexpectedly, Guo Jing's voice became louder, as if he was a little angry.

"Hmph~" Huang Rong glared at Guo Jing, stomped her feet fiercely, turned around and ran away.

"Stupid boy, what are you still doing, why don't you hurry up and chase?" Hong Qigong said with a smile, pointing at Huang Rong, who was clearly good at lightness kung fu, but didn't run out of sight for a long time.

"Ah, oh, then Qigong, brother Lu, you eat first, I, I'll call Rong'er." After saying something clumsily, Guo Jing hurriedly ran towards Huang Rong.

Looking at the sun, in the woods, a man and a woman are arguing awkwardly.

Hong Qigong seemed to think of his own past, some too beautiful past events, and couldn't help sighing: "It's nice to be young."

"Indeed, it's nice to be young and carefree." Lu Yu took a sip of the soup and nodded with deep emotion while holding the bowl.

"Hey, you boy, you look as old as them, so you are so old-fashioned." Listening to what he said, Hong Qigong squinted his eyes at him.

"Qigong, you can't judge people by their appearance. How do you know that I'm young?" Lu Yu said calmly, stretched out his hand, his eyes were quick, and he grabbed a piece of crispy beef before Hong Qigong's hand, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm~" Crispy, oily, and melts in the mouth, there's really nothing to say about Huang Rong's cooking skills.

"Huh?" Hong Qigong was taken aback as his withered hand stopped in front of the empty beef. Where's the meat?

Turning his head to look at Lu Yu, he was eating deliciously, his lips twitched.

Hong Qigong narrowed his eyes, and kept replaying the previous actions in his mind, his heart was shocked.

Just now, he didn't react at all, and he didn't even notice anything strange when Lu Yu was holding the meat.

It wasn't until the meat was taken away that he didn't get it, did he react belatedly.

It's not as simple as who eats meat.

Eyesight and hand speed are indispensable, and if it goes up, it is a test of one's own skill.

His majestic North Beggar, Hong Qigong, unexpectedly lost here.

Thinking of this, Hong Qigong couldn't help feeling a sense of triumph.

He loves to eat, but he is also a martial idiot.

Ever since Huashan Discussed Swords, his strength has greatly increased when he competed with masters. After that, he basically couldn't find an opponent.

Except for the other four who are also the five masters of the Central Plains, there are not many who can fight him.

Because of this, it can be considered that there is no opponent, so most of the thoughts are on eating.

现在
Unknowingly, Hong Qigong circulated his internal energy, his mind was shaken, he paid attention to Lu Yu's movements, and was about to win the round.

Lu Yu seemed to have discovered nothing, and ate soup and vegetables normally.

I didn't use chopsticks either, I only pinched it with two fingers, without restraint, I could do whatever I wanted, which was a freedom I haven't had for a long time.

One mouthful, another mouthful.

Hong Qigong's breathing was almost stagnant, his eyes were solemn, and the center of his eyes was not on Lu Yu's body, but on his shoulders.

Just now Lu Yu ate a total of three bites and moved three times. He saw it each time, but before he could make a move, the meat was gone.

Still the same as at the beginning, I didn't find it at first, and I didn't realize it until it disappeared.

What does this represent?
This means that if he fights with Lu Yu, he is afraid that Lu Yu has already hit him, and he will not find out until he looks back and backs away.

All martial arts in the world are invincible, only fast is invincible!
But Hong Qigong didn't feel how fast Lu Yu's movements were at all, but what was strange was that he couldn't react to anything!

Hong Qigong didn't even think about the pass inside, but he understood a little bit.
This person in front of him is a master, stronger than him!

He has almost lost the will to fight without making a formal move!