Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 72
"You are the direct disciple of the Iron Leg Sect, Shang Bian?"

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wei Tao sat on the only wooden chair in the room, staring at the delirious man in front of him.

"Yes, I am Shang Bian, who are you?" The man's expression was dull, without a trace of vitality.

His hair was a little wet.

Under the severe winter temperature, a layer of ice flowers had even formed. It should be that the method of waking up just now was not so gentle.

"You don't need to care who I am, because it doesn't make any sense."

Wei Tao sat still, folded his hands, and said in a gentle voice, "You just need to know that if you do things according to my orders, you will be able to eat, clothe and keep safe."

"Eat enough, wear warm clothes, and ensure safety?"

Shang Bian laughed suddenly, and said coldly, "Then you can kill me now."

"It looks like a strong man, but I think your current state is very abnormal. On the contrary, it is more like giving up on yourself under despair."

Wei Tao still didn't get angry, "There's nothing more sad than heartbreak. Could it be that the murder of your teacher and brother made you what you are now?"

"After all, what unfulfilled wish do you have, maybe I can help you fulfill it with a kind heart."

Shang Bian raised his head and took a serious look at the young man sitting in front of him for the first time after entering the room.

Suddenly a distorted smile appeared, "Can you kill that terrible woman?"

"Can you help me fulfill my teacher's last wish and pass on the Iron Legs pie?"

As he spoke, he was suddenly discouraged, "No, you can't do anything."

"First thing, I don't know if I can do it, but I don't want to do it."

Wei Tao got up from his seat and looked down at the hunched Shang Bian, "But as for the second matter, as long as you think about it, I can help you do it."

"What can you do, I'm a useless person now, it's impossible at all..." Shang Bian said coldly, but suddenly froze, staring blankly at Wei Tao who suddenly came to him from a few steps away .

The next moment, Wei Tao's body moved again.

Qi and blood burst forth, pouring force into the lower body.

The legs suddenly became thicker, a little bit on the hard ground.

The whole person is as light as a goose feather blown by the wind, and he went from the left side of Shang Bian to the right side in an instant.

"Crossing the mountain legs, chasing the wind."

"Through the legs of the mountain, fly the clouds."

Shang Bian muttered to himself, his originally dull eyes suddenly burst into light.

"You are not a disciple of our sect, and where did you learn the mountain-piercing kick technique?"

"I picked up the book and learned it by myself."

Wei Tao moved his body, and sat back on the wooden chair, his face not flushed and breathless, "If you can give me some pointers, the progress of the subsequent practice will be much faster."

Shang Bian was silent.

Wei Tao didn't care about this, and continued talking on his own.

"As far as I know, the direct disciples of the Iron Legs faction are dead, wounded, missing,

It may be difficult to pass on this martial art in the future. "

"But I can assure you,

As long as you can guide with all your heart and soul,

Let me successfully practice to a higher level,
In the future, I will look for a young man with excellent talent and aptitude for you, and let him pass on the mountain leg from generation to generation, so that it won't just die off and disappear into oblivion. "

Shang Bian's complexion changed several times, and he gritted his teeth suddenly, "How do I know, are you lying to me?"

Wei Tao closed his eyes and lowered his voice very softly.

"Based on the way you are now,
Not much better than a puddle of mud,
Even if I'm lying to you, so what?

So, believe me or not,
The decision is yours, not mine. "

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the door.

"In the past few days, I will entertain Master Shang with delicious food and drinks. When he thinks clearly, he will tell me the result."

"No, I've already figured it out."

Before Wei Tao reached the door, Shang Bian's resolute voice came from behind him.

"Just now you used Chasing Wind Step and Feiyun Zong, there are two details that need to be corrected..."

"Also, the teacher dictated several recipes for the medicinal ingredients needed for this leg technique. Apart from the senior brother, I am the only one who knows the ingredients and proportions."

Wei Tao turned around slowly, with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

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Bang bang bang!
A figure tossed and turned in the courtyard late at night.

The ground was trampled out of pits.

This small area was noticeably sunken a little lower than the rest.

There was another person staring at the field with piercing eyes, giving pointers from the sidelines from time to time.

"Pay attention to breathing. This school focuses on the legs, so the moves at the level of muscle training are moving at high speed all the time. You must pay attention to the breathing coordination during the circulation of qi and blood.

Swallowing the air into the body, uniting the internal organs, being stable and even, and having a certain degree of relaxation are the requirements that must be met, otherwise it will be half the effort, or even have the opposite effect. "

"The body must be light, and the strength must be heavy. One light and one heavy, yin and yang complement each other."

"Is this what you're walking called chasing the wind? It's a mess!"

"The legs come out like an ax falls, and the legs are retracted like a string. This is the correct way to practice wind-chasing steps."

boom!
Wei Tao dodged a few times suddenly, and slashed down with one leg, really like a big ax falling down, hitting the wooden stake standing on the ground.

There was a crackling sound.

A straight crack appeared in the center of the stake, and slowly separated towards the left and right, forming two pieces of equal size.

Wei Tao received his strength and stood upright.

The skin of the legs was faintly black, and the blue veins were exposed, attached to the bulging and protruding muscles. Under the moonlight, there was a luster similar to metal.

A drop of sweat fell from his forehead.

In an instant, he was sweating like rain, and soon soaked through his entire clothes.

Shang Bian remained silent, and after a long time sighed quietly, "I have a sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Master Shang just said so." Wei Tao closed his eyes, still thinking about the practice just now.

After hesitating for a while, Shang Bian still said, "Sir, in the practice of mountain-crossing kicks, the talent seems to be a bit mediocre, maybe it's not as good as the previous me."

Wei Tao smiled lightly, and said indifferently, "If my talent is amazing, do I still need to find Master Shang to guide my practice?"

Shang Bian was speechless for a while.

I just think what he said is right, and I can't find any room for rebuttal.

After drying his body slightly, Wei Tao entered the room.

A disciple of the Qinghe Society brought a bowl of medicinal soup. At the same time, the medicinal liquid for external use had also been boiled, bubbling and steaming in the barrel.

Picking up the medicinal soup and drinking it all in one gulp, Wei Tao dipped his legs into the bucket, and then circulated his qi and blood according to the internal training method of crossing mountain legs, and involuntarily let out a suppressed cry of pain.

Shang Bian came in from outside carrying a food box, and stood by to observe carefully.

"The human body is connected by skin, muscle and fascia, but in the practice of this school's tendon training level, it is necessary to pay attention to the key point of loosening the skin and muscle and moving the fascia, so that the foreign medicine can exert its maximum effect."

He sighed again, "Your skin is tight now, and your pores are always in a state of shrinkage. The penetration efficiency of the medicinal liquid is too low, and it's all wasted!"

Guiding Wei Tao's practice for several nights in a row made Shang Bian seem to have returned to the time when he was still in the Iron Legs School, his expression became more and more focused, and even his mental state was much better than before.

After observing for a while, Shang Bian frowned, and said to the disciples of the Qinghe Society who were accompanying him, "Tomorrow, I will buy a bigger medicine barrel. His practice like this is too wasteful. I need to supplement it with a stimulating massage." techniques to help absorb the effects of the medicine."

(End of this chapter)