Yang Lin returned to the quiet room and glanced at the simple lying futon. There was nothing to find fault with.
Xu Shi had greatly ruined the reputation of Zhao Zhijing, Cui Zhifang and others when he went up the mountain. He also beat up the three generations of disciples of the Yuyang Sect, so he received a lot less treatment.
Only a disciple with a dull face and clumsy hands and feet came to greet him, and also asked the Taoist boy to bring food and water.
"What do you call this senior brother?"
Yang Lin looked at the dull disciple who was busy here and there without saying a word, and looked very dull, so he asked.
"I don't dare to take it seriously. My name is Shen Zhifan. Senior Brother Lu can just call me Junior Brother.
Senior Brother Zhao said that if you ask him about learning swordsmanship, just say that he is not feeling well and has already gone to bed. "
I didn't even ask.
Yang Lin laughed dumbly.
This is indeed an honest man.
He also said all the excuses Zhao Zhijing gave him without knowing how to decorate them with clever words.
No wonder Zhao Zhijing and others were not happy with him and asked him to come over to receive them.
And, follow the instructions.
Presumably, this person was accustomed to being bossed around by Zhao Zhijing, and that was why he developed such a cowardly character.
Yang Lin also knew that Zhao Zhijing acted this way because he was angry and did not dare to vent his anger on himself.
He originally wanted to hide from him, but unexpectedly, the master's uncle said that he wanted to teach him Quanzhen swordsmanship.
One can imagine how bored he felt.
Are you trying to dry me out?
Could it be that you still have to wait for me to beg for mercy?
Beautiful you?
Yang Lin shook his head and stopped paying attention to the other party's small belly.
After Shen Zhifan left, he ate some food casually without asking the Taoist boy to come and clean it up.
He simply closed the door and sat on the couch, preparing to practice his internal skills.
He went in circles from Taihu Lake to Zhongnan Mountain, wasting so much time, and finally mastered Quanzhen Internal Skills.
If you say you are not anxious to practice at this time, it would definitely be a lie.
However, as Uncle Ma Yu said, Yang Lin needs to practice slowly, spend several years or even ten years, step by step through the Little Zhoutian, and then to the Great Zhoutian, until the Zhoutian is perfect, and he can practice the Quanzhen Internal Kung Fu to the Dacheng.
In this case, he will definitely not do it.
There is so much American time to waste on oneself.
By the time he had mastered the Xiantian Kung Fu and reached the level where he could cleanse people's marrow and cut their veins, his little sister Lu Xiaowan's bones had already become cold and it was already too late to save her.
You can tell from the words of leader Ma Yu that the inheritance of Xiantian Kung is actually still there.
However, none of the Quanzhen Seven Sons' brothers had met the training requirements.
This is a little strange.
In Yang Lin's view, both Master Ma and Master Qiu, the masters of Changchun, have actually reached the perfection of Quanzhen Internal Skills for many years.
Even they can't practice innate skills, so what kind of conditions are needed?
Is this Kung Fu something that only top masters can practice?
And did Wang Chongyang fail to practice the Fa that year, which led to his untimely death?
Think of this question.
Yang Lin actually didn't understand it at all.
Among the five great people in the world, the other four are not only immortal, but at least they are physically strong.
The person with the shortest life span can live to be eighty or ninety years old.
But only this man, who was number one in the world and the leader of the Five Ultimate Skills who practiced innate skills, died early and only lived for more than fifty years.
This is a very strange thing for a Taoist master who has mastered martial arts and even practiced innate skills.
However, Lin Chaoying of the Tomb Sect died earlier, probably in his early forties.
People all over the world say that practicing qi can improve health, but the more they practice, the shorter their lives are. Maybe something is wrong.
Of course, there is no need to think so much now. Let’s practice the Quanzhen Internal Skill first.
Yang Lin set his sights on practicing martial arts, and now has 200 martial arts points.
It is estimated that he can almost practice to the point of operating the Great Zhoutian, so let's improve.
The light and shadow in front of his eyes changed.
What is familiar is the illusion of learning. I am no longer myself. What is different is the scenery around me.
The wind is blowing all around, and the cold light is shining on the iron clothes.
He found that he was standing on a low mountain. At the foot of the mountain were dense military formations, gathering towards the north, and a general was shouting.
"Marshal Yue is going to Lin'an. Life or death is uncertain. Ahead is Kaifeng City. You are willing to follow me all the way north to kill Jin Wushu and recapture Kaifeng City."
A sad atmosphere surged into Yang Lin's heart.
So, he knew.
This battle is actually the last battle.
Marshal Yue's 100,000 elite troops have disappeared into thin air a few days ago.
Just before they were about to break through Kaifeng and attack Huanglong.
Just now we saw the dawn of victory, but next, it is likely to usher in a cold and eternal night.
The imperial troops and horses have withdrawn.
People along the road were crying and howling.
Everyone couldn't imagine that they couldn't keep him or call back the savior in their hearts, the victorious Marshal Yue.
Only the Zhongyi Army, with a total of 30,000 soldiers and horses under the leadership of Liang Xing and others, refused to disperse for a long time.
After fighting the Jin Kingdom for more than ten years, countless heroes from the North were buried in the wilderness. They were unwilling to do so, and their success fell short.
Others can flee south, but they cannot.
Because, my hometown has long been gone. More than ten years ago, it disappeared under the golden cavalry and turned into ashes.
National hatred, family feud.
How can you give up?
Yamashita is making the final mobilization.
On the mountain, Yang Lin found that he was now an eight or nine-year-old child, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Sitting side by side was a seven- or eight-year-old girl. The two of them were looking up at a middle-aged Taoist priest in front of them who was preaching. arts.
"At the beginning of chaos, five directions were established, and the universe, sun and moon formed three pillars. The sky around the sky was like a row of stars, and the sky was clear and the earth was turbid, regulating yin and yang..."
The scriptures are written in the ears.
A cold and sharp breath penetrated into the body in an invisible and qualitative way.
With the meager internal energy in his body, it circulates in circles.
My mood soon became indifferent, with no joy, no sadness, no love, no hate...
It seems that the white clouds and dogs in front of me are just a big dream.
It was time for dinner.
The middle-aged Taoist priest sitting on the stone has stopped explaining.
Yang Lin felt that the inner energy in his body also stopped.
However, the trickle of internal energy that was originally as thick as chopsticks has become as big as the tip of a needle...
Although the total quantity has decreased, the quality has increased countless times.
Presumably, the power of the shot will be much stronger.
The most bizarre thing is that after such tempering, his body is gradually strengthening at a perceptible speed.
From tendons to bones, and from bone marrow to blood vessels...
A clear mind and a strong body have indescribable benefits.
However, the only disadvantage is that the internal strength has become much less.
The previous six months of training was basically in vain and was completely unusable.
"Shaozhe, Chaoying, you two remember...
This twelve-level building of the Golden Gate and Jade Lock is the key to achieving great success in Qi training and breaking through the innateness.
If I want to practice my innate sword energy, I can only wait until the basic Qigong Zhoutian is perfected, then practice the Twelve Levels, and temper my body bit by bit, so that I can withstand the extreme strength and sharpness of the innate sword energy.
Otherwise, it will not only harm the body, but also cause the origin to collapse.
It will also damage your longevity, and it will be too late to regret it by then. "
It sounds complicated, but it sounds simple.
This means that the two of them should not forcefully practice the innate sword energy before the Golden Guan Jade Lock Jue reaches the level of the twelfth floor.
Otherwise, it will be short-lived.
As for the perfection of internal skills that laid the foundation for it, he didn't give any special instructions.
Because I believe they can do it.
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest put a pamphlet close to his body into Yang Lin's hand and turned around without saying anything more.
He stood tall and laughed loudly: "Old hero Shangguan, Master Jingyuan, Fairy Xuanyue, do you dare to break into the Jinbing camp with me and meet the demon master Pu Feng?"
"Since Master Ye of the Divine Sword is so heroic, I, the Iron Palm Commander, will risk my life to accompany you."
A tall old man with white hair and gray beard laughed loudly, which shook the whole country.
Shaolin Master Jingyuan and Fairy Kunlun Xuanyue also responded: "That's what I mean, let's go together."
The army at the foot of the mountain was dispatched.
Ye Zhenren's sword energy flowed around his body, and he merged into the army with one step.
The three people behind him also looked at each other and smiled, then followed.
He knew it was dangerous to go there, but he didn't care.
After ten years of fighting, I finally have to give myself an explanation.
In today's battle, there will be a narrow escape from death. Perhaps the country will be covered in dust, and the smell will return.
But so what?
I am willing to put my remaining body on the torch, to fight for a long time. The mountains are like iron, and the setting sun is like blood...
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