Lin Bujia was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned around and said: "I already have..."

Although Li Shoumen was his adoptive father, in fact, he was already his master.

He will never regard others as his master again in this life.

Zhenxing shook his head, but said: "You don't need to be my disciple. I have already accepted a disciple. I think you don't want to be a monk."

"However, my disciple has a high spirit and is unwilling to learn my magic. He only wants to learn my Buddhism."

He looked at Lin Bujia: "What about you, are you willing?"

"As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you with all my money, without reservation."

"Although you are not my destined person, you are the destined person for this scroll. I will teach you without any loss."

The other party said so, so it was naturally impossible for Lin Bujia to refuse.

Otherwise it would be too ignorant.

"The juniors will definitely live up to the trust of the seniors."

Lin Bujia spoke firmly and bowed to Zhenxing, which was regarded as a half-master's salute.

The old monk stroked his long beard: "Hehe, good, good."

"I will teach you the secret technique of Pingxu first!"

Lin Bujie quickly concentrated on listening to this lecture on authenticity.

Zhenxing said: "This Pingxu secret technique is simple to say. The important thing is the word 'qi'."

gas?

Lin Bujia was stunned and immediately thought of the Six Qi Sword taught to him by his adoptive father.

The so-called six qi, in addition to the six changes of yin, yang, wind, rain, darkness, and darkness, also represent the six natural qi of heaven and earth that flow between morning, dusk, cold and heat.

But for Lin Bujia, he had never felt the existence of these so-called "qi".

The wind is hot in summer and cold in winter.

Is there any truth in it that cannot be figured out?

"The reason why the ancient immortal cultivators were called Qi Refiners is because they found a way to utilize the Qi of Nothingness."

Zhenxing pointed to Lin Bujia's Dantian: "Get rid of impurities, leave the essence, and enrich yourself. This is cultivation."

"The reason why heaven and earth can create creation is because Qi is flowing all the time."

"When clear air rises, it forms the sky; when turbid air descends, it forms the earth; when hot and cold meet, it forms the wind; when emptiness turns into reality, it forms the clouds."

"Everything in this world is driven by Qi, which naturally includes the magic techniques of immortal cultivators."

The old monk's eyes flickered and he made circles with his arms: "If one day you can use the energy of this world for your own use and direct it like your arms, then you will belong to this world!"

Lin Bujie seemed to understand: "But now I can only use the Qi that has been refined by myself, and cannot use the Qi that naturally exists in the outside world."

"And the senior's secret technique allows me to use this energy, so that I can control the wind with my own hands?"

Zhenxing smiled slightly, nodded and said, "You can teach me."

Lin Bujiu had a headache: "Senior, is this too difficult? How can I feel this invisible energy?"

Zhenxing said: "What's so difficult about this?"

"You have forgotten that you are not in the outside world now, but in the painting."

"Although it looks the same as reality, it is just a painting after all."

"The qi in the outside world is invisible, but the qi in the painting may not be..."

The old monk stretched out his hand to hold it, and a whirlwind naturally condensed on his palm: "These flaws left by the brush strokes can be used to observe the flow of qi."

"Look carefully, and then come to me when you see the strokes."

Afterwards, Lin Bujia was sent to stand at the entrance of the cave to watch the gas go away.

He sat blankly at the entrance of the cave, looking at the billowing clouds and lake below, and fell into deep thought for a while.

Brushstrokes?

It turns out that brushstrokes still exist in this world?

The young man worked hard and stared at everything he could see, trying to find any clues.

He sat and watched, stood and watched.

Run to the top of the mountain and stare at the sky, stay close to the ground and stare at the dirt.

At first, he felt dizzy, but gradually he became so mesmerized that he even forgot his original purpose.

Every subtle change in the plants and trees made him feel extremely novel.

Time seems to have become extremely slow in it.

…

I don't know how much time passed, but Lin Bujia looked at the mist floating on the lake.

On his hands, he subconsciously put his fingers together and gestured with the sword of Yin.

It turns out that the fog gathers and disperses at times, just as the form and spirit gather and disperse.

Sometimes they collapsed but never dispersed, and sometimes they condensed but never gathered together. In an instant, he understood the essence of the Sword of Yin.

Kill its spirit and preserve its form.

"laugh!"

Lin Bujia pointed his fingers together, and a piece of grass next to him suddenly swayed.

Immediately, it was as if his backbone had been taken away, and he collapsed to the ground limply.

If you look closely, you will find that some of the main meridians in the hollow interior of this grass have broken out of thin air!

Without support, naturally you can only fall to the ground!

Lin Bujia was still immersed in his own world. After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed at the mist.

"I found it! Senior, I found it! I saw it!"

He stood up suddenly.

Like a baby seeing the world for the first time, he opened his eyes wide and looked at every corner and detail.

This time, Lin Bujia really saw the countless brushstrokes in his field of vision!

He realized so clearly that the world is in the painting!

Lin Bujie stretched out his hand and could see the subtle qi-transformation patterns passing through the palm of his hand.

Zhenxing walked over and said with some surprise: "Did you see it?"

He was really surprised this time. This kid's talent was not very good.

But I’m afraid there is something about understanding...

I'm afraid, even his unfilial disciple who can be called a monster will have no choice but to surrender!

Lin Bujia nodded: "I saw it, senior, the world in this painting is really magical!"

He murmured: "I don't know which great master is actually able to create such a miraculous magic weapon."

Zhen Xing's expression suddenly softened a little subtly, and he said with a smile:

"In that case, I will teach you the formula."

After Lin Bujie wrote it down, he tried it several times and felt a soft warm wind suddenly gather around him, slowly lifting him up!

The young man carefully looked down and saw that his feet were indeed three inches above the ground, and he was immediately ecstatic.

"Successful! This is the art of controlling the wind with the void!"

Lin Bujie really realized the real difference of this secret technique, it does not consume his own energy!

However, when Lin Bujie perceives the existence of those brushstrokes for a long time, his head will become dizzy and he still has great limitations.

It can only fly up for about a tea time.

According to Zhenxing, this duration is related to the strength of the soul.

But even so, Lin Bujia was already very satisfied.

You know, Pingxu Yufeng is a spell that can only be mastered at the Golden Core stage. Now he has mastered it in advance after jumping three realms.

Lin Buji saluted Zhenxing from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, senior!"

Zhenxing smiled and said: "I see that your energy and blood are full, and you are probably refining your body now."

Lin Bujia nodded: "Yes."

Zhenxing said: "In this case, I will teach you a body-training technique first, which will also be of great benefit to your current practice."

He waved his hand and pushed out a book of exercises with a dark yellow cover.
To be continued...