Chen Yaodong was completely immersed in the teaching of TV and couldn't help but practice it. After practicing stance, he taught the palm technique again on TV. After teaching the twelve moves, it was over.

He was still a little impressed and muttered, "It's quite simple."

"Do you want to learn something more difficult?"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded next to him. He turned around and saw a strange old man standing next to him with a red rosacea, looking at him with a smile.

On a hot day, the old man was wearing a thick cotton coat and felt hot. Moreover, he could smell the wine from his body from a distance.

Seeing him smiling, Chen Yaodong felt a little alert. According to his previous life experience, people who are not close or unfamiliar will take the initiative to show kindness to him, and they must be very careful.

He asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The old man spoke in a very kind tone, "I am the owner of this martial arts hall."

Chen Yaodong didn't want to lack etiquette, "Hello, owner."

"Come on, let's go inside and talk." The old owner said with a smile.

Chen Yaodong became even more alert and warned himself not to be fooled and followed.

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On the other hand, Weng Mingcong had a strong urge to complain, "Is that one just now really the master?"

The eldest brother said, "Of course it's the master."

[The master I know will not speak in a kind way.]

Weng Mingcong roared loudly in his heart, feeling the injustice of reality again.

He entered the school for three months and saw his master only a few times. Every time he saw him, he was drunk. After three months, the master only said three words to him, "Get up." It was still the first day when he became a disciple.

"It seems that we need to have an extra junior brother." The eldest brother said happily.

Wouldn't that be covered by that person's light in the future?

Weng Mingcong felt miserable and felt that his future life was dark.

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Chen Yaodong followed the museum owner to the back, entered a door, and came to another hall, but the area was smaller.

The owner took him to the sofa beside him and asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts when you are here?"

Chen Yaodong replied truthfully, "Yes, I checked it online. There is only one martial arts school in the city. Come and have a look."

"May I have your name?"

"Chen Yaodong."

"Can you ask about your purpose in learning martial arts?"

Chen Yaodong said naturally, "To protect himself."

This answer was somewhat beyond the old man's expectations. A glimmer flashed in his cloudy eyes, "Just for this, nothing else?"

Chen Yaodong said, "I also thought that if you can't find a job in the future, you can become an athlete or a boxer, which is also a way out."

"Hahaha..." The old man suddenly burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Chen Yaodong was a little unhappy and felt ridiculed.

"Sorry..." The old man hadn't been so happy for a long time, but when he saw that he was a little angry, he quickly controlled his smile and said, "You will know from now on that, after you have achieved success in martial arts, it is actually very simple to make money."

Chen Yaodong shook his head, "I won't do anything illegal."

The old man laughed and said, "As long as your strength is enough, the law cannot limit you."

Chen Yaodong retorted, "No matter how good your martial arts are, can you beat modern army? Not to mention aircraft, cannons and missiles."

The old man opened his mouth, not knowing what he thought of, his eyes dimmed, and he said in a slight silence, "Maybe, you are right."

After a while, he didn't want to talk about this matter again and said, "Okay, I can teach you what you want to learn."

Chen Yaodong knew that the opera meat was coming, so he asked the question he was most concerned about, "How much is the tuition fee for your martial arts school?"

"Tutorial?" The old man was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing again, "Don't worry, I won't charge your tuition."

"No." Chen Yaodong shook his head and said firmly, "The tuition must be charged."

The old man was curious and asked, "Why did you insist on paying the tuition?"

Chen Yaodong said in a deep voice, "Free is the most expensive."

It has been a painful lesson to be greedy for small gains and suffer great losses.

"good."

The old man clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that you could understand this truth at a young age. It's great. So, according to the previous standards, one thousand yuan a month, how about it?"

He agreed immediately, "Okay."

One thousand yuan is not expensive. After all, what he taught is real kung fu. When he was practicing just now, he felt it. However, his monthly meal expenses are only 800 yuan. It seems that he has to find a part-time job to do it.

He said again, "But I haven't brought that much money now, I only have two hundred, I will pay it for a few days." As he said that, he reluctantly took out two hundred yuan.

"Just do what you said." The old man smiled and took the two neatly folded banknotes.

"Also, I'm still a student. I have to go to school and I can only come every Sunday."

The old man frowned and said, "Yes, but you can't slack off when practicing martial arts every day."

"I understand this."

"Okay, now, I will teach you an internal practice."

The old man's expression became serious, "Refining muscles, bones and skin outside, and practicing breath inside. The stance and dynamic exercises you just learned are all external practices and use to temper your body. But you must understand that no matter how strong the human body is, it has a limit. Only by practicing internal breath can you have infinite room for upward growth."

"For warriors, internal practice is crucial. I have two internal practice methods here. One is practiced by me, called Zhenyue Gong, which is in line with the mountain moving skills. I follow the path of one force to reduce ten levels. If you practice to the highest level, you can move mountains and mountain moving skills, and it is extremely powerful."

"The other trajectory is called Jingzhe Gong. After practicing, the whole body's qi, blood and internal breath will be restrained, which is no different from ordinary people. It will only show its power when it takes action. Moreover, it can be used to save lives. After being seriously injured, it can enter a state of fake death to restore the injury."

"How to choose these two skills depends on yourself."

Chen Yaodong was a little confused, "Can't you practice both?"

The old man smiled and said, "If you are not afraid of being possessed, it doesn't matter."

"Then I will choose Jingzhe Gong."

Although Zhenyue's skills are good, one force can reduce the strength of ten times. However, Jingzhe's skills are so good that they can hide their strength in normal times, and they can heal their injuries when they are injured.

The old man nodded and said, "I have to remind you that this Jingzhe Technique involves a certain force. After you practice it, you must not disclose it to others."

"Will there be troubles after practicing?" Chen Yaodong hesitated. He is the most afraid of trouble.

The old man said, "As long as you don't take the initiative to tell others, no one will know that this technique is special, and the inner breath that everyone practices is different."

"That's okay." He felt relieved, he had always been the strictest.

The old man officially started teaching him, "Then, let's start. I will teach you the first posture first, this way, this way, right, then, according to the breathing rhythm I said, exhale, exhale, exhale..."

"It's this rhythm, constantly circulating, and then empty your mind, just like the state you were when you practice moving mountain stakes. If you sink a little further, this first step is the most difficult. Don't worry if you can't do it. You have never achieved it overnight when practicing martial arts. Even if you are a genius like Zhao Wuji, it took a full month to practice the internal practice."

Speaking of this, his face froze and his heart screamed. How could it be?

Chen Yaodong didn't hear the following, opened his eyes and asked, "What about?"

"Ahem..."

The old man was choked, coughed violently for a few times, and quickly returned to normal, saying, "Then, imagine you are an insect, and the temperature around you is getting lower and lower..."

He watched Chen Yaodong close his eyes again and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He almost ruined his image just now, but fortunately he reacted quickly.

In order to avoid the complacency of this martial arts genius, we cannot tell him the truth. By the way, we must also warn the other two apprentices.

"You feel that your blood is almost frozen, so you get into the soil and it's pitch black all around..." He continued to teach, feeling Chen Yaodong's breathing and heartbeat gets slower and almost disappear in the end.

The old owner's lips trembled. Even though he was knowledgeable, he was still shocked again. He practiced internal practice for the first time and entered a deep meditation state. Even the descendants of the martial arts holy land could not do it.
Chapter completed!