Li Ting looked at his eyes and smiled, "It's okay. I'm just angry. You didn't even want to kill me."
Ye Ming glared at him fiercely when he heard this. A monk has pride. Who can remain respectful while practicing kung fu and being beaten at the same time?
But Ye Ming is really good.
Li Ting had beaten Mo Xingyu until he vomited blood, and the boy's eyes looked like he wanted to skin him alive.
"Run the technique and adjust your breath for a quarter of an hour." Li Ting suddenly said.
Ye Ming listened to what he said, and subconsciously did what he said. He sat cross-legged on the ground, running his skills, and letting the mana flow through all parts of his body.
When the mana flows to the areas that were hit, those areas will also feel faintly warm.
A quarter of an hour later, Li Ting said: "Come again."
His position didn't change at all, the little stone was right where Ye Ming had stabbed it dozens of times but couldn't hit it.
"I am the only one among the thousands of rocks. I will not disturb the peaks and point the rocks." A sword came out, and the sword stabbed firmly into the center of the small stone.
Even Ye Ming had disbelief in his eyes, staring blankly at the tip of his sword.
The tip of the sword stayed motionless in the air, resting on the hanging pebbles, giving it an indescribable feeling.
"Not bad." Li Ting said.
The area being hit will become hotter and more sensitive after adjusting the breath. If you do one move too many times, it will become numb and become less and less accurate. However, once you rest, the memory formed by the body will be reflected.
After the ears and eyes are clear, the body will instinctively seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. You will naturally know where it hurts and what to do.
So when Ye Ming concentrates on stabbing the pebble, he can provide him with the best cooperation.
The pain and experience in battle, and the martial arts that are repeated over and over again even when exhausted, can become part of the monk's body and soul.
This is what Li Ting thinks is right.
So he has always taught people this way.
Maybe there are other ways, maybe there are gentler ones, maybe some people's personalities don't like this, but he doesn't care about that.
Because this is his method, and since he is responsible for teaching, he cannot question it.
If you are not even willing to use painful methods in order to become stronger, then you really have no monk-mindedness.
A person who only knows pain but cannot be inspired by it is not worthy of cultivating immortality.
Ye Ming is obviously not this kind of person.
Although being beaten was not a happy thing, he lost all emotion after seeing the tip of the sword hitting the center of the small stone.
He couldn't explain the reason. He just felt it was strange. The place where he was hit before was still numb and painful, but after adjusting his breathing, he felt that his reaction was sharper.
But Ye Ming obviously didn't have time to analyze these things, because Li Ting changed the position of the pebble again.
"Let's continue."
Ye Ming nodded, and if he didn't understand, he didn't want to. Anyway, the senior brother's teachings were easy to use, so just fight, and he wouldn't mind.
So, the two of them started pricking pebbles - getting beaten - pricking pebbles - getting beaten - adjusting their breath for a while, and this cycle continued.
Two hours later, seeing Ye Ming gasping for breath, but the tip of the sword hit the small stone again, causing the small stone to shake back and forth, a smile appeared in Li Ting's eyes.
The next moment, the pebbles shattered, and only Ye Ming's sword stopped motionless in the air. ….
Li Ting looked back at Yun Shu and said, "Take a rest for a while and go help Taoist Yun." As he said this, he handed Ye Ming a pill to replenish his mana.
Ever since he learned that the image stones were of high value in Beizhou, Li Ting made up his mind to use the pile of image stones in exchange for resources, so that he no longer had to save too much on elixirs.
Ye Ming now did what Li heard. After taking the elixir and taking it, he sat cross-legged on the ground and adjusted his magic power.
A quarter of an hour later, Ye Ming opened his eyes and said, "It's almost done, the medicinal properties have been refined... Thank you very much."
Pills are precious in Beizhou, and Li Ting not only taught him but also gave them to him, and he was grateful.
Li Ting shook his head and said that these are just small things, "Try
Go ahead and help the Taoist priest. "
Ye Ming's expression changed, and his eyes became much more serious, as if he was about to do something big. Step by step, he walked extremely seriously towards the crevice where Yun Shu was.
"But don't interfere with her. Just stab the lower part and try it first."
Although Yun Shu didn't know what they were teaching specifically, he vaguely listened to the general idea. Although he didn't completely believe that Ye Ming could help at this time, he still turned slightly to make way for Ye Ming.
Ye Ming took a deep breath, stepped, moved his skills, moved his hands, drew circles, and made moves.
"I am the only one with thousands of rocks on the mountain. I will not disturb the peaks and point the rocks on the mountain."
When the sword came out, it was different from when it stabbed a small stone. The tip of the sword carried 50% of the magic power. The tip of the sword pointed in the exact direction of the gap, and the magic power also penetrated out.
Although it was slightly deflected, it did not hit the stone door at least, and it also grazed the forearm of a resentful ghost, which shocked the resentful ghost. For some reason, an extra person suddenly appeared, and he subconsciously retreated.
Yun Shu naturally saw the sword, and his eyes flashed with joy.
Although Ye Ming's cultivation level is not high and he cannot help her kill too many resentful ghosts, the gap is not small. There are always three or five attacks coming back and forth. It is quite tiring for her to support it all by herself.
If Ye Ming could help her pay a little attention to the bottom of the gap, so that the resentful ghosts would be wary, even if they couldn't hurt them, but they could not reach in and wave around, it would be a help.
Let her relax a little, take a pill, and adjust her breathing while attacking.
Seeing that it was useful, Ye Ming glanced at Li Ting excitedly.
"Continue, be careful not to stab Shimen." Li Ting said.
Ye Ming nodded seriously. This requires more concentration than stabbing pebbles. Of course, it is also more valuable. He must always observe the positions of the resentful ghosts, pay attention to changes in sword moves, and adjust the direction midway.
It was a bit difficult for him at first, but after doing it many times, he gradually became more proficient, and then occasionally stabbed twice in succession.
Seventy to eighty percent of the mana is gathered into a burst and shot in one direction. Even at the spirit accumulation stage, it has considerable power.
Ye Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the previous dimness disappeared.
Li nodded secretly when he heard this, and was quite satisfied with the current results. Ye Ming has a simple and cheerful personality, is very ambitious, and is diligent and smart. He is a good youngster and he is willing to teach him.
In this way, this whole period of cause and effect can be regarded as complete, and everyone is happy.
He had already made up his mind that before Ye Ming returned to the Zhengling Sect, as long as they were still together, he would teach the other party martial arts on behalf of the great elder. Although the great elder was old-fashioned, he was still familiar with him.
Because the disciples he taught would not have any bad habits and would even be more flexible in situations, Yi Suning's attitude toward him tended to be favorable.
He even joked with Ye Ming at that time, saying that if he had gone into seclusion and given Ji Xiangwen to Chen Shi to teach him for a few days, he would have been smarter.
Therefore, Li Ting felt that he would not be dissatisfied if he taught Ye Ming Yi Suning.
In this way, when he looked at Ye Ming again, he felt more like a teacher and student.
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