In those years, the cultivators we cut together

When cultivating in the mountains, time often passes relatively quickly, and a month almost flies by, making it too late for people to react.

As winter went to spring and the snow gradually disappeared, Lin Xiaolu also relied on his amazing perseverance to complete a month-long practice of breathing, and finally he was able to speak.

For him at such an active age, not speaking for a month is really suffocating for him, so when he can speak, his small mouth will start to chatter non-stop.

"This Yi Jin Jing is really powerful!

I have practiced for a month, and now I have fully adapted to this breathing rhythm, and my posture and movements are lighter than before, my appetite for eating is better, and my sleep is better. I think if I continue like this, I should reach the legendary Dharma of Speaking Follow along, let whoever has diarrhea will have diarrhea. "

At the dinner table at noon, the boy boasted to everyone with a proud face.

Shangguan Pomegranate, who hated him the most, heard the words and began to beat him mercilessly:

"You haven't changed significantly in the past month. Miss Ben can feel that it's still ugly to beat you up with that intention, and you haven't improved much in terms of kung fu."

"You know what a fart." Lin Xiaolu retorted loudly while gnawing on a big white radish: "It's not like a unique skill like Yi Jin Jing can produce results after a month of practice, handsome duck, tell Hua Die what you told me Say it again."

The handsome duck who was eating winter bamboo shoots nodded its head, and then opened its mouth in front of Zen Master Wuxin, Wugou, Liu Yuniang, and Shangguan Pomegranate:

"It is indeed written in that scripture that the effect of Yi Jin Jing is to maximize the inner development of the human body, the development of tendons, bones, and true energy. It usually takes many years of hard practice before one day suddenly realizes that the whole body The nine meridians are fully connected, the eight gates are completely opened, the sky is blooming, and the true energy circulates and travels to the limbs and bones, and finally enters a state called no self and no form."

"Sounds pretty powerful, can beat a cultivator?" Shangguan Shiliu asked.

"This one……"

Shuai Shuai Duck was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "It is recorded in the scriptures that no one has really reached this level. After all, according to the body of a normal person, it will take at least 120 years, a full two years, to reach this level. Even the Patriarch Bodhidharma who created the Yi Jin Jing has not achieved the level of cultivation, so it is difficult to judge whether he can compare with the immortal cultivators.

Of course, my boss is an exception. "

Shuai Shuai Duck continued to snort proudly: "My boss has experienced two times of animal blood training, and his physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary warriors, so practicing this kind of martial arts is very fast.

Just the breathing method to cleanse the nasal cavity, airway, heart and lungs, ordinary people need to practice for several years, but my boss achieved it in a month. "

"Did you hear me! I reached it in a month." Lin Xiaolu proudly said to Shangguan Pomegranate.

Seeing the young man and the duck's snarling appearance, Shangguan Shiliu curled his lips angrily, turned his head and talked to them lazily, but Wugou who was at the side became a little curious:

"Fawn benefactor, since you have already practiced the first level of breathing technique, what should you practice next?"

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback after hearing this, then scratched his head and said in a daze, "Yes, what are you going to practice next?"

"Duck, don't I want to wash my muscles and internal organs later? How do I wash that thing? Change the way of breathing?"

Shuai Shuai Duck shook his head and said with a smile: "Boss, the rest will be much simpler. Just find someone to repeatedly press the acupuncture points, bone seams, and muscles of your body according to the description in the Yi Jin Jing, and then apply acupuncture and moxibustion according to the above. Acupuncture acupuncture point, then the second layer of cleansing can be carried out."

"It's that simple?" The boy was surprised.

"Yes." Shuai Shuai Ya nodded.

Lin Xiaolu was very happy, just about to say that the second layer of training will start in the afternoon, when Shangguan Pomegranate suddenly said again:

"Who will help you press? Who will help you with acupuncture? How many of us do you think know this?"

The young man was stunned.

Liu Yuniang who was on the side also spoke once in a while: "Brother Xiaolu's body is so strong, even if you go to the mortal world and ask someone who understands massage and acupuncture, you can't press or prick him, right?"

Lin Xiaolu suddenly looked at Shuai Shuai Ya in bewilderment, and Shuai Shuai Ya directly looked up at the ceiling, as if you don't ask Ben Ya, Ben Ya is only in charge of translation.

At the dinner table, when the young man was at a loss and didn't know what to do, Zen Master Wuxin suddenly smiled lightly: "Massage, massage, acupuncture and moxibustion are all kinds of medical skills, but the poor monk knows a little bit.

As for the body of the deer benefactor, the poor monk can also use spiritual power to massage and give needles, so there shouldn't be any problem. "

"Wow!"

Lin Xiaolu was so excited that he hugged Zen Master Wuxin.

"Master, you are too powerful!"

After lunch, Lin Xiaolu couldn't wait to take Zen Master Wuxin to Zangshu Pavilion. He was so happy that he almost turned over along the way. Zen Master Wuxin seemed to like this child very much, and he was smiling all the way.

The two of them came to the library together with Shuai Shuai Ya. As soon as he entered, Lin Xiaolu couldn't wait to take off his clothes, revealing his fair and clear body, and then lay down on a futon.

"Master, I am ready, come and say goodbye to me, don't take pity on me!"

Zen Master Wuxin couldn't see it, and Shuai Shuai Ya sat beside him, holding a roll of bamboo slips and explaining to him the technique and position of pressing.

"The technique and location of this massage are indeed a bit weird, and many of them are acupoints on the human body that are very prone to pain."

Zen Master Wuxin hesitated and said: "Sponsor Xiaolu, you have a strong body. Later, the poor monk will inject spiritual power into your hands to massage you. It should hurt a little, bear with it."

"Haha, don't worry, master, I am the least afraid of pain, man, shed blood, sweat and not tears."

Zen Master Wuxin smiled when he heard the words, then raised his old but very powerful hand, poured spiritual power into his fingers, and after a long time, hit the right side of the boy's lumbar spine with a hammer!

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After a massage for more than half an hour, Lin Xiaolu didn't say a word, as if he didn't feel any pain at all. Zen Master Wuxin was a little surprised at his endurance.

He injected spiritual power into his hand, and he knew how strong it was. No matter how strong this child was, he shouldn't be unresponsive, but he didn't make a sound. What kind of perseverance is this?

While repeatedly pressing Lin Xiaolu's bone seams, muscle groups, acupoints, and meridians, the old monk with blurred eyes asked, "Before the benefactor, Xiaolu must have suffered a lot, right?"

"It's okay. In the past, I endured hardships to live a better life with my sister. Now I endure hardships so that I can continue to be my sister's backer in the future, and then create a new path for warriors in the world."

After finishing speaking, he said with some self-deprecating embarrassment: "Master, aren't my goals and ideals ridiculous and unrealistic? After all, I'm just a mortal who can't cultivate immortality."

While pressing his meridian, Zen master Wuxin sighed with a smile: "A person's ideal is not ridiculous, it is unrealistic, and has nothing to do with the ideal itself.

What matters is whether a person is willing to work hard, think, and struggle for his own ideals.

The world is mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, and everything in this mortal being is created from scratch, so there is a first time for every new thing to appear, and before these things appear for the first time, most people will think that these things It is absurd, it is unrealistic, it cannot exist.

Therefore, the poor monk believes that as long as the deer benefactor is willing to work hard for his ideal, no matter how unrealistic the ideal seems at the moment, it will definitely come true in the future.

And this is also a cause and effect. "