Gu Changfeng smiled bitterly on his face and his eyes were extremely obscure and complicated, but he did not answer this question.

Huang Mantang leaned forward, stretched out his right hand and placed it on Gu Changfeng's left wrist. After closing his eyes and concentrating his feelings for a long time, he then withdrew his right hand solemnly and opened his eyes.

Gu Changfeng's expression remained unchanged and chuckled, "How about Lao Huang, I didn't lie to you, are you? The snow-capped mountains are empty and the internal strength cannot be retained."

Huang Mantang looked serious at this time. After staring at Gu Changfeng for a long time, his face slowly relaxed. He shook his head and muttered: "You kid should know that your roots and bones are of the best, and you have the best skills left by the Taoist sect. As long as nothing unexpected happens, it is perfect to be in the age of forty. If you are unique, you may even be able to see the secrets of the immortals. But once your snow mountain and sea of ​​energy are broken, you will be completely blocked on the road to martial arts. I didn't expect you to laugh."

"Will you still cry if you don't laugh?" Gu Changfeng was extremely open-minded at this time. He looked at Huang Mantang and said with a smile, "Old Huang, let's tell the truth. I went to Sanchun Lane to find you that day. As soon as I met, you gave me a warning. After I went back, I told Uncle Ye all the time."

Huang Mantang's pupils shrank slightly, but he snorted coldly and did not reprimand him.

Gu Changfeng let down most of his heart and continued to smile and said, "I originally thought you were shocking me with energy, but after asking Uncle Ye, I realized that if it was a flow of energy, it would only be possible to press on me from all directions from the outside world, and it would definitely not make my chest and throat feel uncomfortable. If this result can only be... murderous aura! A strong murderous aura that is almost real! Lao Huang, I didn't expect that when you were young, you had really experienced many death battles!"

Huang Mantang leaned against his body, then closed his eyes, looking like he was not upset.

But Gu Changfeng leaned up with a stern face and continued, "In other words, Lao Huang, your current ability has nothing to do with the internal strength of the Qi and the internal strength, it is all made by your body. Tsk tsk, it is really the most amazing thing in the world. You can compare with the master of Dongxuan with this body alone. It's amazing Lao Huang!"

Huang Mantang still closed his eyes tightly, his face calmly, as if he had made up his mind to not respond to anything Gu Changfeng said.

Gu Changfeng was unmoved at all and continued to chatter: "Old Huang, look, we are both miserable people who have no achievements in the internal energy path. Why do you have to feel like you are the same disease, right? Just treat it as a helper of miserable people and accept me?"

Lao Huang is still alive and unmoved.

Gu Changfeng sighed softly, his face full of sadness, and his tone became extremely quiet and sad: "Twenty years ago, the sword god Yao Shujian and the sword immortal Wen Huang had a 'sword battle' on the Zhaixing Tower, the highest building in Chang'an City. That peerless battle shocked the world. Heroes and the three religions and other ancestrals gathered in Chang'an City. Just to see the postures of the two immortals, Yao Shujian and Wen Huang fought for three days and two nights, cutting the Zhaixing Tower thirteen feet away. In the end, Wen Huang lost half a move because of the broken sword. From then on, the sword-making energy... is not as good as those who practice swords. Whether walking in the world or doing something, the sword-wearing person can press the sword-wearing one end. This is really unfair, and unfair!"

Although he knew that Gu Changfeng was inciting words, Huang Mantang still opened his eyes and cursed: "Don't let your mother gossip! Who said that those who practice swords are worse than those who practice swords! If the old boy Wen Huang lost, it was because his own martial arts attainments were not good. Who said that he could represent the swordsmen in the world?"

Gu Changfeng looked well-behaved, sat upright on the seat and looked at Huang Mantang with a pious look.

After getting angry, Huang Mantang calmed down a little. He waved his hand and said with a little tiredness: "Boy Gu, it's not that I don't want to teach you. Even I throw this old bone to you. What else can I do if I don't want to take it out? But... Although your bones are good, I don't know what you encountered when you were born, so cold air enters the body and the pulse is floating. Even if you don't refine your energy, you are drinking poison to quench your thirst. You are using your body's lifespan to exchange for temporary pleasure. This transaction is the real loss of gain!"

Gu Changfeng's eyes dimmed a little, but he immediately returned to his smile. He leaned forward and said with a smile: "Old Huang, if you had said this earlier because of this, although we were not physically strong, the strength of these arms was nothing. If you don't believe me, you will pinch it. It is absolutely valuable. If you wave the knife, it will be one by one!"

Huang Mantang sarcastically said, "Do you think you only rely on your arms to play with your sword?"

Gu Changfeng was slightly stunned: "Isn't it?"

Huang Mantang looked a little solemn. He sat straight, and every time he said a word, his right thumb pointed to Gu Changfeng's corresponding position: "The martial arts vein has three thousand great roads, but there is no one that can be used to walk alone: ​​the heart guards; the courage is the commander; the hands and feet are soldiers; the ears and eyes are flags; the qi is the first! They are connected and follow each other. Without any one, they cannot go this way!"

Gu Changfeng pursed her lips and said softly: "As you said, can I really be blocked in all my paths in martial arts?"

Seeing the flames in Gu Changfeng's eyes slowly extinguished, Huang Mantang was mixed with all kinds of feelings. He shook his head and asked in confusion: "There are many masters around you. There is nothing you need to do in your own hands. With just one order, there will be countless men who will live and die for you, and there are even masters in the great realm of the immortal elephant for you to encourage you. Why are you obsessed with practicing martial arts alone?"

Gu Changfeng's face slowly showed bitterness: "I don't believe in Uncle Ye and the others, but I have been used to being displaced since I was a child. I have seen many breakups and reunions, and have deceited them. Some things are my own. If I use one point to ask others for one point, it will not only be unpleasant, but at the critical moment... there may also be too big mistakes. If I take ten thousand steps back, even if these people are always with me, a waste, I don't want... too many people die for me again."

Huang Mantang looked complicated, and after a while, he spoke slowly: "You... aren't you that can't learn martial arts, but it's very likely... it's useless to learn it. In the end, it's just a waste of money."

Gu Changfeng raised his head and smiled, whispering: "Old Huang, do you think I'm afraid of these?"

Huang Mantang reached out and gently slapped Gu Changfeng's head, and said angrily: "Refining a body is a hundred times more painful than refining a qi. Once you enter this path, you are as deep as the sea. From then on, the world is clear; drinking dew in the morning and covering the evening glow in the evening; it is like this every day and night. Practicing martial arts is not a simple word, it takes three pounds of blood and sweat to get a harvest of one ounce. If you think about it, tell me, do you want to enter this door?"

Gu Changfeng smiled without hesitation: "Before I mentioned this, I made all the preparations. As long as I don't want my life, Lao Huang, I can do whatever you ask me to do."
Chapter completed!