Chapter 7 Lu Ming (Nine)

"This is a light body technique!" Ning Yanzhang was shocked, his eyes suddenly widened.

In Wagang Village, he had also seen some leaders and big leaders who usually show off their so-called light skills, but they just climbed over the wall and jumped a little faster than others and jumped a little two or three feet away. They were the only ones who flew directly from the treetops like Xiaoyaozi, who had only seen them in their lives.

"Why are you standing there? Why don't you go to the back mountain!" Just as you were dumbfounded, a light shout suddenly came from your ears. Then, a piece of bark came into the air and hit the back of his head heavily.

Now, even the fool knew what he should do. Amid the kind laughter and envious eyes of everyone, Ning Yanzhang hugged his head with both hands and headed straight for the back mountain.

When he arrived breathlessly, Xiaoyaozi had been waiting there for a long time. After looking at the young man's longing face, the old Taoist priest thought for a moment and said seriously: "I know you are carrying a deep hatred. But the dead people cannot come back alive. No matter how many enemies you kill, the result will be the same. In fact, they may not be able to see it, and you will never get any relief from killing. Therefore, before I teach you the ability, you have to swear to the heaven. In the future, don't kill people with what I teach you. And you must not kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"That's natural!" Ning Yanzhang once saw the old Taoist priest repelling Hu Yancong with his own hands, and admired him very much. He immediately knelt down and said loudly: "The sky is above, I am stone, I, Ning Yanzhang, swore here today. I will never use the skills taught by Taoist Master Xiaoyaozi to kill innocent people in this life. If it is contrary, the sky will be struck by thunder!"

"Well! Get up, go and break a branch!" Xiaoyaozi was very satisfied with the young man's simple performance, and nodded slightly with his beard.

Ning Yanzhang did not get up immediately, but raised his face frankly, looked at Xiaoyaozi, and continued to add: "There is one thing that I would like to let my disciple report. The disciple really doesn't think he is Shi Yanbao, so now, the disciple can only be considered an outsider. It cannot be considered as..."

"Hmm? Hahaha..." Xiaoyaozi was slightly stunned at first, then raised his head and laughed wildly. Until he laughed out loud, he waved his hand disdainfully and said loudly: "So what? So what? Isn't it? Can I really make a move to make a trick? I'll take your soul away and replace Shi Yanbao back? Well, since you care so much about these things, the old Taoist will fulfill your wishes today. You kowtow three more times, and I'll accept you as the ninth one!"

"Ah!" Now, it was Ning Yanzhang's turn to be stunned. After a while, he finally understood the old man's good intentions. He bowed to the ground with red eyes, "Bang, Bang, Bang", and kowtowed three times without reservation. "Master is here, please accept three bows from my disciple!"

"Get up, get up!" Xiaoyaozi stretched out his thin big hand and gently pulled him up to the ground. A faint sense of grief and anger appeared on his wrinkled face. "When the old Taoist took Shi Yanbao as his disciple, he was attracted by his kind heart and filial piety and respectfulness. Unexpectedly, his whole family suddenly suffered a disaster. The fake god, the old Taoist, could only watch him die, and could not get any solution. He thought that the fate of the master and disciple had ended his life. However, he did not expect that he would meet you again soon."

Some words were said no different from ordinary old men who lost their sons in the world, full of helplessness and desolation of a white-haired man giving birth to a black-haired man. Although Ning Yanzhang thought he was not Shi Yanbao, he felt extremely sour in his ears, and tears were unknowingly filled with tears.

"So our master and disciple are destined to be destined! Huh--" The old Taoist Xiaoyaozi suddenly opened his mouth again and spit out a long white mist in the mountains. "I will accept you today and be the ninth disciple. He is the eighth, you are the ninth. Before you have time to teach him the skills, you can learn them. I have never thought about teaching him the skills, and I will also give you a set of them!"

After saying that, one jumped away several feet, waved his hands and feet, and produced a set of boxing techniques. The moves and routines were no different from what Zhen Wuzi and others practiced in the Taoist temple every morning, but in every move, there was a few times more elegance and aura. Later, his clothes and clothes flew in the air with his body, as if he was about to ascend to immortality immediately.

Ning Yanzhang felt refreshed when he saw it, but he could only learn a little bit of fur. He gestured a few times as if he was an old Taoist priest. His slightly strong body not only did not have any fairy aura, but he almost fell down and rolled down the steep slope behind the mountain.

"Be careful!" The old Taoist Xiaoyaozi reacted very smartly. Seeing that something was wrong, he immediately withdrew his fists and feet, waved his arms. The long sleeves of the Taoist robe were wrapped around like giant pythons, rolled him back and took more than ten steps back in a row, and finally stabilized his body and survived.

"You are not interested!" Before he could thank him, Xiaoyaozi frowned and whispered, "Do you don't want to learn the skills of the old Taoist? Or are you still unwilling to endure the hard work?"

"Master, please forgive me for being dull in my qualifications! The disciple really wanted to learn, but it was just in a hurry and couldn't understand it!" Ning Yanzhang was anxious and quickly bowed down to explain.

For more than a month, he was rushed around like a wild duck, but he had no power to fight back. How could he not want to learn a skillful martial art? He trained his skill to the point of being as clever as Yang Chonggui and Hu Yancong. Even if he could not be used to avenge his shame in the future, at least when he escaped, he could no longer become a burden to others, and no longer watch the people around him who care about him die innocently one after another.

But Master Xiaoyaozi's fist and kick just now looked good, but there was no murderous aura in the middle. Although Ning Yanzhang didn't know anything, he had learned some killing skills with the leaders of Wagang Village, and could feel the essential difference between the two ways.

"Yes, I just said that others don't know how to teach according to their aptitude. I was just happy, but I forgot about this!" How clever is Xiaoyaozi? Seeing that Ning Yanzhang's actions when apologizing for guilt were obviously a bit stiff, I immediately guessed the reason. I smiled and shook my head and said, "Since you don't know anything, that's fine! This set of Taoist skills is indeed used to train your muscles and bones and comb your inner breath. I will pass on a set of boxing tutorials later, and you can follow your own strokes in the future. Let's change to another set of skills now!"

After saying that, he did not seek Ning Yanzhang's opinion. He gently stretched his body, jumped to a pine tree, broke the branches, pulled off the needles and burrs, shook them gently, and headed straight to the young man's throat.

"Ah--!" Ning Yanzhang was so scared that he shivered and quickly dodged. Unexpectedly, the branch seemed to be alive, turning halfway along with the old Taoist's footsteps. "Puff!", a green mark appeared on his Adam's apple that had just grown not long ago. Then he retracted it and stood in the old Taoist's hand trembling.

"This is a killing technique!" The old Taoist Ning Yanzhang put away his posture and pointed at the shocked young man in a deep voice. "Compared with the previous set of immortality fists, it is really inferior. But with your current vision and situation, it is just right to learn it. You must know that although the door emphasizes tranquility and no dispute, my disciple of Fuyaozi is not something that anyone can kill if he wants! Even if it is a disaster, it must be made to pay enough price for those murderers!"

In the end, the sound and color are already stern, making the listeners feel cold and the body feel.

Ning Yanzhang was forced to take a step back by the awesome murderous intent in the other party's words, and saluted with red eyes: "Disciple understands. I will not use the master's kung fu to kill innocent people, but I will no longer be the one who can kill him without his hands, and lose his face!"

"It doesn't matter what face is! But life is your own. Even your biological parents have no right to take it away, let alone what kind of bullshit prince?" The old Taoist priest Fu Yaozi waved the branches in his hand and sneered loudly, "Remember, the skill of immortality requires accumulation over time. The longer you live, the more you can feel the three flavors. But the skill of killing people is inseparable from the eight words "strong muscles and strong bones, stable, accurate and ruthless". Your body is originally stronger than ordinary people when you grow up with meat. Then you can grasp the flexibility of movement and decisive moves. What kind of swords, guns, swords, halberds, hooks and forks are actually the same in your hands. When you practice to the extreme, even if you only have a branch left in your hand, you can poke the opponent's eyes, penetrate directly into your brain, and take his life!"

"This is so simple?" Ning Yanzhang couldn't believe his ears and muttered in a low voice.

In the village, every head regards his martial arts as his unique skills. What is openly displayed outside and taught to others is always superficial. The key tricks are not allowed to be secretly watched and learned by brothers in life and death. But when Fu Yaozi said, all the secrets became jokes, leaving only eight simple words, which are extremely concise.

"Of course it's simple. In fact, when practicing, you still have to rely on your personal understanding and qualifications. Just like you, you have such strong body and want to be eager to achieve success, you must choose a domineering weapon like a spear and a halberd. As long as you learn three points of fur, it will be difficult for you to get close to you. And like the old Taoist, I don't have a few taels of flesh on my body, and competing with you is to die by yourself. So when you are beginners, you must learn light and agile weapons such as swords, pricks, Wu hooks, and short spears. When you are in the face, you will be able to move around and go with one blow. In this way, you can use your own strengths to attack others' weaknesses. Instead of doing the opposite, you will force yourself!"

I was afraid that the young man would only hear a little fur like before, and while he said, he was making gestures. A few leaps and turns, leaving several green marks on Ning Yanzhang's chest, lower abdomen, forehead, etc. Each one was faintly visible, and his strength was extremely delicately controlled, and the young man felt no pain at all.

Seeing this, Ning Yanzhang knew that what the old Taoist said was not a singular swear. He quickly broke a branch and prepared to copy it according to the gourd. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist Xiaoyaozi suddenly stopped and shook his head and cursed: "Idiot, idiot, didn't you just tell you that if you want to learn, you should start with a spear and halberd. It's easy to get started and it works quickly. If you want to learn swords, when you have time in the future, you will slowly realize it. Anyway, they are all the key points in the body, and the final goal is not much different."

"Thank you Master!" After hearing this, the young man quickly admitted his mistake. Then he went to the hillside below to break a poplar tree as thick as an arm, cut off the branches with a stone, and used a spear to ask Fu Yaozi for advice.

"The so-called gun is actually a combination of a spear and a spear. But the long spear is too expensive, and it is easy to cut a wooden stick and put an iron head to make a spear, which gives people the feeling that it is too cheap. Therefore, since the Middle Tang Dynasty, fewer and fewer people use spears, and more and more people use spears!" Fu Yaozi saw that the young man was humble and studious, and he also felt a little happy. He put down the sword made of a branch and pointed at Ning Yanzhang's spear step by step.

"Whether the gun or the spear, the basic movements are just a few. Punch, stir, cover, push, and you will be strong and will grow taller in the future and have stronger penis. Naturally, you can add a sweep and smash. When sweep, the two edges of the gun can be cut and chopped as a knife. When smashing, the entire gun is a stick. Wherever the opponent cannot stand the most, you can concentrate all your strength to greet him!"

"If you encounter a person who has no distinction between strength and strength, such as Hu Yancong, or who has been immersed in the spear for more than ten years, such as Yang Chonggui. You can use the word "stirring" in front to the extreme. The gun is pressed against the gun, and the force is round. The anode is yin, and the cathode is regenerated with yang..."

As the saying goes, there is only nothing when an expert reaches out. The old Taoist priest has been alone in the world for decades, and he doesn't know how many wolves, insects, tigers and leopards have been slaughtered. Therefore, he is definitely an expert among experts in killing people and fighting for life. In just a few short sentences, he summarized the essence of the spear clearly, and then turned into dozens of scattered moves and taught them to Ning Yanzhang to figure it out one by one.

And Ning Yanzhang, I don’t know if he was chased hard for several days and had some insight, or was born with a long spear, but he mastered it very quickly. In just one day, he had learned all the decomposed moves to the same extent. The next thing was to master it skillfully, freely combine it, and simplify it step by step until it was natural.

Seeing that he was very good at teaching, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but take out the set of immortality fist again and explained it carefully to him in the boxing tutorial. This time, Ning Yanzhang finally didn't go to the point of being stupid. He practiced it more than twenty times, and made all the moves look similar. However, when it comes to the first glance at the door, or even entering the hall, it would take tens of thousands of years. Anyway, no one of the fellow disciples of the entire Taoist temple will have the chance to see it in this life.

After all, Taoism has practiced tranquility and inaction, so although Xiaoyaozi felt a little regretful, he did not force him to waste more time on the Fist of Changsheng. He just gave him the boxing score and told him to have time in the future and slowly understand it. At present, the main energy is still on the spear to meet the unexpected needs.

Of course, Ning Yanzhang knew the priorities and nodded repeatedly. In the next ten days, his feet had roots on the hillside behind the Taoist temple, and he studied hard every day without any trouble. When Taoist priests such as Zhen Wuzi thought of their friendship, as long as they could take time to go to the back mountain to deal with him to increase his practical experience and understanding of gun skills. In this way, hard work pays off. Within half a month, his martial arts made rapid progress. Although he met a powerful general like Yang Chonggui, he still died with one move. When he met an ordinary martial artist such as Wu Ruofu and Li Wanting, he could barely support him for a few times, so that he would not be slaughtered like a live fish on the board.
Chapter completed!