One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

"It seems that this little guy has a pretty good family background!'Xuan', um, I'll call you Xuan'er from now on!" The purple eyed person muttered to himself. He grabbed his hand to the sachet again, but as soon as his hand touched the sachet, he was bounced off by a mysterious power that even palpitated him.

"Haha, it's really interesting, how can someone who has such a heavy treasure lost the child?" The person in Zimu laughed slightly.

After changing Xuan'er's clothes, he saw the clothes he hadn't changed, so the Zimou people went out of the valley to buy some baby clothes, and at the same time moved back to a cow.

Xiao Xuan'er woke up after being in a coma for a while, and cried as soon as she woke up. The people in the purple eyes knew that the little guy was hungry, so they fed him some milk. After eating and drinking, Xiao Xuan'er's eyes wandered around, looking here and there, where she was amused by herself.

Looking at Xiao Xuan'er playing alone, the person in the purple eye gradually fell into memories: his name was Mo Yunfeng. When he was a lieutenant in the military, he also had a lovely child in his family, as well as a beautiful girl. Wife. However, a military turmoil that year directly caused the death of his wife and children.

At that time, Ganzhou (west of Zhongzhou, adjacent to the two) Xinmi County rebelled and besieged Ganzhou City. One month later, the city of Ganzhou was broken, and the rebels robbed them when they entered the city, and killed them when they saw people. His wife and children were brutally killed by the rebels in that situation.

At that time, I was at war with the enemy. Although I was worried about the safety of his wife and children, he was being besieged and couldn't get out. When I finally found a gap and fled home, I saw that his wife and children had already left and left him. By my side, I left this world, left forever, and never returned.

He felt that his heart was completely empty at the time, leaving only a remnant shell. From that time on, he was tired of officialdom, tired of meaningless fights, and since then lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, no longer worrying about ordinary things...

Maybe God's conscience found that he saw that he was alone and helpless, so he sent a child to him, which was regarded as a personal compensation for him and a kind of spiritual comfort to him.

In this way, Zhang Yang became the half master of Wuming Valley. A year later, the two-year-old Zhang Yang was already able to walk and eat on his own, and when he was a little older, Mo Yunfeng began to teach him literacy and hyphenation. The cold and the heat, winter and spring, day after day, year after year, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the sixth year of the mandate of the Great Jin Empire, the Wuming Valley in Ganzhou has been completely renewed by the spring breeze. Green hills are covered with green, glaciers are melting, swallows are flying in the sky, and fishes are swimming in the water.

In the Mozhu Forest in the valley, a young figure in a coarse cloth short coat is holding a small axe at a bamboo tree, cutting continuously, his forehead is already covered with fine sweat, his breathing is gradually deepening, but the bamboo is covered with Where the little boy had cut, there were only some shallow fine lines, which didn't cause much damage.

Behind the little boy stood a middle-aged man with purple eyes. He nodded slightly as he watched the little boy’s performance, and said with emotion: "The infant and immature baby who was swaddled back then has been baptized by wind and rain for six years. Young and lovely boy!"

"Xuan'er, come here." Mo Yunfeng beckoned towards Zhang Yang, motioning him to pass.

Zhang Yang, who was cutting the bamboo, stopped when he heard the call, wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and asked in a tender and crisp voice: "Master, why did you stop before the time has come today?"

"Xuan'er, for the past year, you have practiced running and chopping bamboo every day, and you already have the basic skills. Starting today, you will be officially taught kungfu as a teacher." Mo Yunfeng said aside, while Zhang Yang listened carefully. .

Mo Yunfeng only said it once at a time. If Zhang Yang did not remember because of half-heartedness, he would not be able to complete the task smoothly. If he did not complete the task smoothly, he would be severely punished. After Zhang Yang was severely punished twice, he was really afraid. In the future, as long as the master speaks, he listens very seriously.

This is also a trick that Mo Yunfeng took to cultivate Zhang Yang’s attention, but it also has a great relationship with Zhang Yang’s amazing memory. Generally, a child may not remember even two or three times, but it’s not for Zhang Yang. problem.

"This is "Hunyuan Gong". It is a book of inner strength and mind. It has twelve levels. When you practice it to reach your internal organs, the meridians, qi and blood will be as strong as gold and stone, and you can slap a tiger to death with one palm. Just follow the instructions explained above. From now on, you can meditate and practice in the morning and evening hours.

"Wow, it's so amazing! Even a tiger can shoot to death!" Zhang Yang opened his small mouth and his eyes were full of surprise.

Zhang Yang tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Master, how many levels have you practiced?"

"The seventh level as a teacher is now in the late innate. If you can reach the twelfth level, there will be few who can beat you on the day when you reach the great master level."

"Master, what is the innate stage and great master stage?"

"Internal strength training is divided into acquired stage, innate stage, and grand master stage. Each stage is divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and Dzogchen period. If you can finish the fourth level of "Hunyuan Gong", penetrate the meridians of the whole body. , Then you can reach the innate stage. If you finish the eighth level and achieve the harmony of spirit, energy and spirit, then you can step into the grandmaster state. As for the twelfth level, it is difficult and difficult to reach the grandmaster state. Above the Great Master, it is basically human beings, and I don’t know if anyone in the world can reach it!"..