Chun Feng Du Jian

Wen Heng's attention was not on the fish, but in his words, he repeated: "'Two days'?"

"It took two days to get you here from Zhanchuan City." The old beggar was not surprised, "Why, do you think it only took one day?"

He squinted at Wen Heng's ugly face, and he was actually very proud: "I advise you not to daydream about escaping, isn't it good to just eat fish honestly? Wait until you reach the top of the sky, what do you want to do?"

Wen Heng closed his eyes to suppress his anger, gritted his molars, and every word was like a splinter of ice: "I still have things to do, I don't have time to play monkey games with you here!"

The old beggar sighed, stood up with a flutter of clothes, and said: "Come on, do two tricks, if you can beat me, I will let you out."

Wen Heng picked out the words subconsciously: "How does it count as 'winning'?"

"It's all cleverness!" the old beggar scolded, "You fight as soon as you fight, and you are afraid of winning or losing before you make a move. Have you ever swung your sword happily once in your life!"

He has a huge stature and lost an arm, but the movement of flying over is extremely fast, a strong wind blows in his face in a hurry, Wen Heng only cared about blocking with the horizontal sword, but when he heard the sound of "clang", there was a sharp sound coming from the edge of the sword. The shock made his jaw numb, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

The old beggar was very irritable again: "Slap, hit, spank, spank! Win ass!"

However, Wen Heng has the kind of temperament that becomes more stubborn as he is broken, so he took advantage of his close proximity and pointed at him as a sword, and immediately stabbed the old beggar's throat with a move of "swinging sand from the bottom of the water".

This move can be said to be shot like lightning, and the angle and timing are just right.

It's a pity that Wen Heng has no internal strength.

The old beggar clapped his palm on his shoulder, Wen Heng suddenly flew two feet away like a kite with a broken string, and sat down in a corner.

The old beggar had no intention of hurting anyone, maybe he just didn't want to pay attention to him, and rushed back to the fire as if his tail was on fire: "The fish is mushy!"

Fortunately, the fish paste was not very strong. The old beggar blew on the flying sparks, turned it over again, took out a small bag of salt from his arms and sprinkled it carefully. His movements were meticulous and his attitude was serious. It is easy for people to mistake him for thrushing his wife.

Wen Heng's shoulders were numb, and his shock was beyond words.He has Gu Chuifang's internal strength in his body, no matter how hard he hits him, he will be hit back in the same way. He flies so far, the old beggar's strength will not be weaker than him, but he is like a normal person, without even a trace of strange color on his face , and Xianxin cared about his grilled fish.

It was the first time he met this kind of person, like a bottomless pool, he couldn't see the intention and purpose of coming, and he was not aggressive. When he punched him, there was no pain or itching except for a few splashes of water. Underwater vortices are not as harmless as they appear on the surface.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"If I were you, I would sit down and have a good meal now, and then ask why." The old beggar sighed, "You are cold-faced, hard-hearted, and very boring. You don't have a youthful look on you, like a young master." , don't know how to go with the flow. What do I have to do to make you believe that I'm not trying to kill you?"

Wen Heng was noncommittal about his evaluation, and only said: "Let me go."

The old beggar sneered: "I never stopped you, but you just go and let me see."

When Wen Heng thought about the hundreds of feet of hanging ice outside the cave, his face couldn't be more ugly.He and the old beggar were in a stalemate for a long while, and finally sighed in compromise. He put down his guard temporarily, walked to the opposite side of the fire and sat down on the floor. He said in a deep voice, "Don't be mean, what you say you want to do, I believe you."

He is a person who is naturally overthinking. In layman's terms, he is very suspicious and ill. He can skip eating and sleeping, but he must figure out what's going on.

The old beggar handed him the bigger fish, and took a bite of the smaller half of the grilled fish. He slurped his tongue and didn't think it was too hot. He squinted his eyes to enjoy it, and said, "Look, you have some talent. You are a talented person, so I want to take you as an apprentice and teach you some kung fu."

Wen Heng smiled, it was purely to save face, he seemed not convinced at all: "Since senior has fought with me, he should know that I am a rotten wood that cannot be taught, why waste time?"

Hearing the words, the old beggar immediately let out a grotesque "heh", which contained nine points of ridicule and an imperceptible complacency.

"If you don't have internal strength, it means they don't know how to teach you." After eating the fish in a few mouthfuls, he leaned back on the stone wall leisurely and asked with his feet crossed, "If I can teach you to open up the meridians and practice internal strength, will you learn it or not?" ?”

Wen Heng said suspiciously: "My physique doesn't just need to open up the meridians, but I don't have any meridians at all."

"Oh, so much nonsense, I said there is a way, so naturally there is a way."

Wen Heng thought carefully for a moment, and finally said, "It still doesn't work."

The old beggar seemed to be struck by a big lightning out of thin air, and suddenly opened his eyes: "What?"

"I still have things to do, and there are still people waiting for me outside." Wen Heng said, "Senior is kind, and this junior appreciates it, but everyone has their own ambitions, so please don't make things difficult for me, senior."

"I've never seen someone as stupid as you!"

Going around and back to the original point, the old beggar opened his eyes with anger, and his face became more and more fierce: "If the person waiting for you can't even wait for these few days, then what is there for you to worry about!"

"What can you do with your three-legged cat's kung fu, who can you protect? Even if I let you go today, if you fall into the same situation in the future, how can you get out?" He said with a temper He came up and said angrily: "I will be a villain today. If you don't learn martial arts, you will never escape from here. Do you want to go back early to meet your sweetheart, or spend your whole life here to die? It's up to you Bar!"

Wen Heng: "It's not my sweetheart..."

The old beggar left him with a furious back of his head and fell asleep leaning against the cave wall.

Wen Heng was tied up for no reason, scolded for no reason, and was so wronged that he didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only raise the slightly cold grilled fish in his hand, and took a bite helplessly.

Bah, it's really unpalatable.

On the cliffs, there is no place for birds to land, let alone Wen Heng, who can't do light work, will fall and die when he takes the first step out.In this extremely simple environment, all kinds of rhetoric and tricks have lost their effect, leaving only absolute strength and weakness, Wen Heng has no other choice but to compromise.

He ate bitterly mushy grilled fish for two days, and finally couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and do it himself, taking the first step of surrender.

Apart from his poor craftsmanship, the old beggar promised that he could open up his meridians and practice inner strength like others, but it was not a boast.What he taught was the "Ling Xiao Zhen Jing", which Wen Heng had never heard of before.This magical skill contains a lot, not only internal skills, but also various external skills, all of which are exquisite and profound, and there are nearly [-] words of formulas that need to be memorized.The old beggar didn't carry any paper or silk with him, and he relied on word of mouth. Every day, he disassembled the postures of moves and the methods of performing exercises in detail, and passed them on to Wen Heng.

The hundred kinds of internal energy in the martial arts have always been based on the gist of "keeping qi in the dantian". True qi is stored in the dantian and circulates in the eight extraordinary meridians. 72 acupoints all over the body are based on the mutton, and the internal breath is stored in the sea of ​​​​qi, flowing from the twelve meridians to the hands and feet, passing through the [-] major acupoints all over the body, and finally reuniting in the mutton, which is a week of exercise.Practice for a long time, the sea of ​​qi will gradually fill with true qi, and the inner strength will continue.

Although Wen Heng doesn't have eight extraordinary meridians, he personally has twelve serious meridians, so "Ling Xiao Zhen Jing" is suitable for his special constitution.However, after he really started to practice the Ling Xiao Sutra, he finally understood why the old beggar took him captive to this isolated place.Although the threshold of this kung fu is low, the twelve meridians are only the most basic layer, which can only allow the whole body's true energy to flow in the meridians, and then go down, but one hundred and eight extra-meridian acupoints must be opened one by one according to the law door, and then re- Shape the Qi channels and meridians of the whole body.This step is dangerous and difficult, no less than washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow. If you are not careful, you may rush to the wrong acupuncture point, and even hurt the inner palace.

Even though Wen Heng is talented in martial arts and has the profound inner strength passed down by Gu Chuifang in his body, it took him nearly four years to completely open up these one hundred and eight strange points. He completely lost consciousness in his right arm for more than half a year, forcing him to practice left-handed swordsmanship as a last resort.

However, with the internal strength accomplished, Wen Heng started to learn sword and boxing techniques and entered the realm by leaps and bounds.He originally dabbled in a lot, and after weighing it, he still took swordsmanship as his forte. He used it with Ling Xiaozheng, and his power was unmatched. Heavy, not smooth and natural enough, not the true essence of swordsmanship.

From running away in a panic to leaving the Chunjun Sect, Wen Heng's heart has been very tense in the past few years, many things circled in his mind day and night, and he always remembered where he came from and what he was going to do. The name "Yue Chi" has never been accepted by him. From the beginning to the end, he exists in the world as the "son of King Qing".

As for what kind of person "Wen Heng" should be, and what kind of temperament he has, he has no time to care about it, and he doesn't even think it is an important matter.

But the old beggar suddenly rushed out halfway, but completely interrupted his plan, as if he was being dragged down another road abruptly, and couldn't break free. He had no choice but to try to accept it and start over from the beginning .

In this desolate valley where every day does not work, whether it is Yue Chi, Wen Heng, or even Prince Qing's son, it doesn't matter suddenly. He is just him, like a seed that has finally shed its shell and suddenly has In the vast and quiet world, the slightest yearning and joy for the sword in nature grows as soon as the wind blows, and gradually grows into the "bone" beyond all moves and formulas.

The days when he was stumbling and practicing sword with his left hand seemed to have returned to the scene of learning sword when he was a child, repeating boring sword moves tirelessly every day, the blood bubbles on his fingers gradually became calluses, and he was unwilling to put down the sword. If you can perform a move completely, you will feel an unstoppable joy.

Martial arts and xinxing complement each other. When Wen Heng is as light as a swallow on the hundreds of feet of cliffs and can come and go freely, the wind he rides under his feet, the steep mountains and rocks he sees, and the deep cold pools in the deep valleys are all melted in his body. In the sword intent.The blood-stained mountain temple and the nightmarish snowy night are no longer involved in every swing of the sword. The light of the sword is full of skylight. The sharpest sword in his hand has finally been completely contained in the sheath.

Since then, the sword moves with the heart, and there is no restraint anymore.

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