Worst demon cult leader ever

Jin Lin'er fully understood the heavy responsibility she was carrying, and suddenly grew up a lot, no longer free and undisciplined, and no longer afraid of learning martial arts.

In Wenwen Pavilion during the day, Jin Lin'er followed Zhou Xingyun to learn swordsmanship, and gradually revealed the Zhao family's martial arts talent.

He is a simple-minded person with few distracting thoughts. He focuses on what the master teaches. Although he can't draw inferences from one example, he never takes tricks.Therefore, his foundation is solid and stable, and he has practiced every move and style extremely proficiently. At first, he can't see anything different, but after practicing, it will be a matter of course.

However, in Sun Qingfeng's words, Jin Lin'er's talent in martial arts is mainly the talent for being beaten-if others are always beaten, they will inevitably be discouraged, but he is very self-aware and never blames others, even when he is beaten. When you are sad, you can forget it when you turn around, and continue to move towards the goal. It may be considered a kind of great wisdom.

Returning to Cumulus Mansion in the evening, Jin Lin'er followed Sun Qingfeng to learn the "Golden Phase Magic Art", and encountered many obstacles.

Divine skills are divided into internal training and external training, internal training of "Golden Light Jue", and external training of "Golden Shadow Palm Technique". The seal holders of the Zhao family have also created sword techniques, spear techniques, whip techniques, etc., so many that Jin Lin'er He wondered if he was of the Zhao family's blood because he was so stupid.

"Golden Light Jue" is an inner cultivation method handed down from ancient times. It is difficult and obscure, mysterious and mysterious. Sun Qingfeng explained it to Jin Lin'er repeatedly, and he always seemed to understand it.

In the past, Jin Lin'er practiced kung fu together with Sun Qingfeng every day, just for basic breathing and breath adjustment, just for the sake of clearing the heart and clarifying the nature.It wasn't until he really started internal cultivation that he realized that he couldn't even operate his internal energy and mobilize his true energy.

Since he is not smart, he can only use stupid methods to use all the leisure time he used to play in the past to comprehend the mind.

Fortunately, Huang Tian paid off. After he persisted in penance for two months in a daze, he suddenly felt that the Lingtai was clear and bright, and a flash of light appeared in his brain, and then he felt the true energy flowing in his body.

"Golden Phase Divine Art" focuses on internal cultivation, comprehending the "Golden Light Jue" is the most difficult first step, and the road will become wider and wider in the future.

However, Sun Qingfeng's problem came.

In the past, he only trained soldiers and taught simple quack routines, and he never felt strenuous.

But "Golden Shadow Palm Technique" is completely different from other martial arts.

For other martial arts, there are no more than ten moves and eight moves, at most twenty or thirty moves, this palm technique has a total of one hundred and eight moves.At the same time, every move and style of it seems to have no connection, each move can be used independently, and each move can be connected with each other, focusing on the word "change", which pays attention to "one palm divides three shapes, one shape transforms thousands of shadows" .When a martial artist uses this kung fu, others can hardly even see it clearly.

Jin Lin'er felt his scalp go numb, and said in horror, "I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it in this life! Big brother, why don't you still be my big brother in the next life and continue to teach me?"

Sun Qingfeng "slapped Jin Lin'er's ass" and said angrily: "Practicing martial arts is like climbing a mountain. Since ancient times, Huashan has been a road, how can we retreat when we know it is difficult? Every morning and evening, after waking up before going to bed, recite it a hundred times. "

Jin Lin'er was already on the road, and there was absolutely no reason to stop.

But when he recited the names of the moves, he often started off okay, and then slowly fell asleep, his tongue tied up, and he said some ridiculous words: "The sky suddenly appears, the moon sets on the thousand rivers, Jiuyou... Gangfeng ?”

He glanced at Sun Qingfeng, seeing that the other party seemed to be aware of it, so he decided to fool him: "The sun rises and the moon sinks, and the stars sleep in the plain..."

Sun Qingfeng: "It's Jiuyou Yinfeng, Xingchuanpingpingye! Didn't you sleep enough at night?"

Jin Lin'er fell to the ground and rolled over: "You kill me!"

Sun Qingfeng picked up Jin Lin'er and asked him to look at him: "You really don't want to learn anymore?"

Jin Lin'er frowned: "I want to learn, but I can't."

Sun Qingfeng sighed: "Forget it, you can recite as much as you can, anyway, you may not be able to learn it after memorizing it. I will teach you now, and every move you learn counts."

Jin Lin'er cheered, pushed open the door and rushed outside, then turned around and shouted at Sun Qingfeng: "Brother, come quickly! Are you afraid that you won't be able to teach me?"

Sun Qingfeng felt that even if Hu Jiu didn't come to fulfill the "200-year promise", sooner or later, he would be so angry that Jin Lin'er exploded and died. This child was worth [-] ducks.

There is no time in the mountains, and it is almost the end of the year at this time, and there is a world of ice and snow outside Cumulus Mansion.

Jin Lin'er ran fast, slipped, fell on the ice, and slipped forward a few feet.

Seeing this, Sun Qingfeng hurried forward to hold Jin Lin'er.But he never thought that no matter how good a mortal's martial arts are, God doesn't know that when walking on the ice, those who should slip will still slip.

Jin Lin'er grabbed Sun Qingfeng's hand and pulled hard, and Sun Qingfeng fell on top of him.

The two fell together, hugged each other, and rolled several times.

When he finally stopped, Sun Qingfeng's lips were just on top of Jin Lin'er's.

Jin Lin'er was pleasantly surprised, and clasped the back of Sun Qingfeng's head with his backhand, preventing him from leaving.

Sun Qingfeng was so frightened that he pushed Jin Lin'er away: "What are you doing?"

Jin Lin'er wiped his mouth, poised his face hard, but couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, tried his best to look innocent, and said, "I didn't expect Huashan to be so cold that even people's lips could be frozen. Big brother, why don't you All right?"

Sun Qingfeng couldn't help wiping his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine."

Jin Lin'er asked with concern: "You didn't fall, did you?"

Sun Qingfeng: "No."

Jin Lin'er: "Are you angry?"

Sun Qingfeng: "No."

Jin Lin'er rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "You don't like me, do you?"

Sun Qingfeng was annoyed by the question, and blurted out: "No!"

Jin Liner's ass was "slapped" again, but he felt very happy, and in his mind he supplemented the conversation between the two just now as——

"Do you like me?"

"of course."

Sun Qingfeng pretended to have amnesia, held Jin Lin'er expressionlessly, and led him to find a leeward open space.

The two had been together for five years, and Jin Lin'er was already seventeen. Before he knew it, he had grown from being waist-high with Sun Qingfeng to being even with his shoulders.

Sun Qingfeng looked at Jin Lin'er, saw that his silhouette was getting darker, and he was wearing a Tai Chi scarf with a jade button on his forehead. His eyes were dark and his expression was bright and beautiful. He gradually felt that he was a little strange, and he had a different heart for him.

Not only did he feel that this little devil was different from others and from all the leaders of the Golden Light Sect, he even felt that he was different from everyone he had encountered in the past 200 years.

Sun Qingfeng knew that he was hopeless.

He was dying of illness, so he always pushed Jin Lin'er away to prevent him from getting too close to him, so that he could hang his life first.

But to teach martial arts moves, the two have to stand facing each other, so that Sun Qingfeng can point out mistakes from time to time.

After a while, Sun Qingfeng pushed Jin Lin'er away again, and said, "Stand farther away, you can't see clearly when you're close."

Jin Lin'er stared intently at Sun Qingfeng's palm, watching the movement of his fingers, but then it was his turn to do it himself, and he didn't know what to do. His ten fingers kept twitching, as if something was wrong, and he wanted to cry without tears. : "I'm too far away from you to see clearly."

Sun Qingfeng's tone was not kind: "You are not blind, you are stupid and can't learn, who is to blame?"

Jin Lin'er held up two palms, looked blankly, and murmured: "Although I am stupid, I have really learned it seriously. It's just that there are too many moves in this palm technique, and the changes are subtle." It looks very sad.

Sun Qingfeng threw a stone at Jin Lin'er and hit him squarely in the palm of his hand: "Don't pretend to be pitiful! Take your hand here and I'll show you."

Jin Lin'er jumped to Sun Qingfeng's side in one step, and stretched out his hand towards him.

There is only a palm between the two.

At such a close distance, as long as Jin Lin'er blinked, Sun Qingfeng would have the illusion that his eyelashes had scratched his cheek.

On such a cold day, there was a thin layer of sweat on Sun Qingfeng's forehead.He held Jin Lin'er's hand, and felt that although these hands had grown a lot, they seemed to be the same as when they were young. They were both soft and warm. They should not be used to hold swords, but should be held by others inside.

He shuddered at his inexplicable thought, and said depressingly: "Skin and tender meat, you should practice "Iron Sand Palm"."

Jin Lin'er was puzzled, and raised his eyes to look at Sun Qingfeng, there was still water in his eyes that hadn't dissipated.

Sun Qingfeng's breath was stagnant, and his eyes moved elsewhere: "That's simple, it suits you best."

Jin Lin'er raised his thumb, little finger and ring finger slightly: "I just learned this trick of snow crane moving clouds, bending three fingers, raising two fingers, gathering true energy in the middle two fingers."

Sun Qingfeng broke Jin Lin'er's hand and said: "The moves are ever-changing, but they remain the same. Just remember, all the moves in the world are secondary to posture and form, and the most important thing is for me. It is used. Do you know how effective this trick 'Snow Crane Pausing Clouds' is, and why do you have to bend three fingers and leave only two fingers?"

Jin Lin'er: "Isn't the function just to hit people? As for the palm technique and finger shape, they should be realized after painstaking study by the predecessors, and they should be written in books."

Sun Qingfeng casually slapped the cedar tree trunk beside him, leaving two extremely deep fingerprints on the rough trunk, and said: "The function of this move is to hit its vital points. One palm can only hit the There is a whole area, but if you gather strength between two fingers, you can point where you want to hit. The other three fingers, as long as they are not hindered in the circulation of qi and kung fu, you can do whatever you like, don't shake like you are not full .”

Jin Lin'er seemed to be enlightened: "If you want to know what it is, you must also know why it is."

Sun Qingfeng nodded: "A child can be taught."

From then on, before going to bed every night, Sun Qingfeng would explain to Jin Liner the purpose and use of each move in "Golden Shadow Palm" like a storyteller, and combined with his own experience against the enemy, tell him what moves are important and what moves are important. Action doesn't get in the way.

Jin Lin'er quietly squeezed into Sun Qingfeng's blanket and lay in his arms, pretending that he was a stove that didn't burn charcoal.

Sun Qingfeng's body was cold, but what's more, he seemed to have admitted his failure, so he stopped driving Jin Lin'er away.Occasionally, he would hold Jin Lin'er's hand and gesture, and raise his middle fingers, pointing his fingertips on his soft palm, and moving along the tendons in his palm.

The oil lamp cast the shadow of the two cuddling each other on the wall. Jin Lin'er looked at the shadow, couldn't help tightening his hands, and turned his face to get closer to Sun Qingfeng, trying to make the two figures merge together.

Perhaps the two of them spent too much time together, but within a few days, Sun Qingfeng finished all the things he could talk about. Seeing Jin Lin'er getting closer to him day by day, he couldn't help becoming nervous. I thought to myself: "It's so close, what should I do next?"

Overwhelmed, he tried to struggle again.

When practicing martial arts in the evening, Jin Lin'er held Sun Qingfeng's hand face to face again.

Sun Qingfeng pushed Jin Lin'er away: "You can't always look at me, I'm afraid you won't learn it for the rest of your life. Turn your back and make moves by yourself, and I'll watch your movements behind your back."

Although it was a tactic to slow down the troops, it finally made me feel better regardless of whether I thought about it or not.

The sky is full of snow and dust, and the mountains are covered with frost.

Amidst the chaotic and charming snowflakes, Sun Qingfeng calmed down, his face frosty, hugged Jin Lin'er from behind, pressed his hands against the joints of his wrists, elbows, and shoulders, and led him to wave palm, turn around.

I don't know if he realizes that there is only one punch between them.

Jin Lin'er could feel Sun Qingfeng's breath on his ears, and hear his whispers fall into his cochlea.

He wanted to be distracted and intoxicated, to enjoy this moment of intimacy, and even thought of taking advantage of Sun Qingfeng.

But after much deliberation, he was still unwilling to let his son and daughter's affair get entangled in such a solemn moment, and repeatedly warned himself: "Big man, why don't you have a big brother?"

In the snowstorm, Jin Lin'er settled down to learn martial arts.

Although, they seldom contact each other, and there is almost no communication other than martial arts. It should be a moment of affection between the two, but it is no longer charming.

However, when hundreds of rivers return to the sea, they will become great.

Every word Sun Qingfeng said was engraved in Jin Lin'er's mind.

Every move and style of Sun Qingfeng was imprinted on Jin Liner's body.

Those heartbeats that seem to have been abandoned are all sunk in the years, condensed in life, and will never be missed.

One morning, Sun Qingfeng and Jin Lin'er sat side by side on the mountain peak and meditated.

The two were silent, but they seemed to be connected with each other. They felt that they had merged into the mountains, sunk into the water, drifted among the white clouds for thousands of years, and entangled in the eternal rivers. This moment is eternity.

They also know that there is a kind of eternal thing, which has been quietly planted and rooted in the past thousands of moments, and it will last through thousands of kalpas and will never die.

As for those thousands of words that have never been spoken, just a look is enough.

Seeing the vastness of the world, knowing the insignificance of an inch, time is not waiting for me, why waste time?

Sun Qingfeng was suddenly blessed, and laughed at himself: "Since this is the case, what difference does it make if you recognize it or not?"

Jin Lin'er was shocked: "Recognize? What do you recognize? I should have done nothing wrong recently."

Sun Qingfeng glared at Jin Lin'er: "You are right, it is my fault."

Jin Lin'er said politely: "How can you be wrong, big brother? If you are angry, it is naturally all my fault."

"My fault, do you dare to snatch it?" Sun Qingfeng stretched out his hand fiercely, grabbed Jin Lin'er's shoulders, and held him in his arms, letting him lean against him, staring into the distance.

Jin Lin'er seemed to feel something, but was also a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a while, and said with a smile: "Brother, I don't dislike you."

Sun Qingfeng snorted softly: "Me neither."

Snow has six corners, and plum has five petals.

Mountains have their heights, and waters have their priorities.

For 200 years, Sun Qingfeng has never seen such a world of mountains and rivers.

At first, Sun Qingfeng and Jin Lin'er were always separated by a palm.

Later, it turned into a punch.

Day after day, when Jin Lin'er learned the ninth palm, Sun Qingfeng no longer pushed him away, and the two of them were next to each other with almost no distance between them.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to the two guests holding hands...it is almost equal to success!

This month is over every day (should be) thank you little angels for accompanying me all the way~ Next, I will update 4000-6000 words every day, try to update in the early morning, everyone can watch it when you get up in the morning (?)