"Okay, okay, then Uncle Master will have no regrets anymore."
Wu Yazi was smiling and very happy. Then he waved to Wang Yuyan and said, "Yuyan, come here."
Wang Yuyan walked in front of him, and Wu Yazi suddenly turned over and held down Wang Yuyan's Tianling with one hand.
"Good boy, don't be afraid, grandpa will give you another gift."
Wang Yuyan only felt a ray of hot air coming from Baihui point. After a while, her whole body was warm, her pores were open, and her body was as light as a cloud.
"Uncle Master, why are you doing this? Your legs are not incurable. If you don't have Beiming Zhenqi to protect your body, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."
Hearing what Jing Zhou said, Wang Yuyan suddenly woke up and realized that Wu Yazi was teaching the exercises to her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she burst into tears.
When she looked at Wu Yazi again, she saw that the man's originally handsome face was gradually getting wrinkles, and the black beard and hair on his head were turning white one by one.
It's just that she can't speak or move her hands or feet at this time, so she can only let Wu Yazi teach the skills to her.
"Good boy, don't cry, everyone has to die sooner or later. I should have died thirty years ago, but I have survived until now because I couldn't find a smart disciple. You are already extremely smart and proficient in hundreds of things.
Now that the martial arts master has acquired this Beiming Qi, he will be able to conquer the world."
Wu Yazi had made up his mind. Although he knew the consequences of losing Beiming's Qi, his movements were not slow, and streams of Qi surged out of his body and filled Wang Yuyan's body.
"Back then, Qiu Shui and I collected martial arts from all over the world out of interest." When he said this, Wu Yazi sighed insignificantly, paused for a moment, and then said, "I didn't expect that these secret books were laid down for you.
Foundation, what you lack at this time is nothing more than internal strength, which shows that this is God's will."
After saying a few more words, Wu Yazi felt a little powerless and stopped talking. He just pushed the true energy in his body and instilled it into Wang Yuyan.
After just a cup of tea, Wu Yazi was like a person buried in the ground, with an old look and a lifeless look on his face.
With a twitch of his palm, Wu Yazi staggered and almost fell. He looked extremely tired. He looked at Wang Yuyan, his eyes full of love.
"It's done! Your qualifications are higher than I thought. I thought I could pass on up to nine percent of my power to you, but I didn't expect that less than half was wasted. This is a blessing."
"After I was killed by Ding Chunqiu thirty years ago, I have been living here for a while. I want to find a successor and pass on this kung fu to him. First, I can avenge me. Second, I can inherit the Xiaoyao sect and pass on the many legacy of my mentor.
The wonderful method is passed on."
"I have suffered so much day and night for the past thirty years, thinking that it would be difficult to find a good disciple before I die. Unexpectedly, God will take pity on you and send you to me. My good boy, just kowtow to me nine times. See you later.
If you get rid of this boy, you no longer need to call me master and uncle."
Wang Yuyan burst into tears and followed his words and kowtowed nine times.
"well!"
Wu Yazi laughed three times, so full of energy that the sound echoed in the cave.
His pale face also had a hint of rosy color.
"Now you two are like brother and sister!"
"Taking advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, controlling the debate between the six qi, and swimming in infinity, this is... my Xiaoyao sect's kung fu, and I will let you, Yan... in the future... let your senior brother teach you."
When Wu Yazi said these words, he was already coughing and out of breath, but he was surprisingly in good spirits.
Wu Yazi took off a jade ring from his finger and said to Jingzhou: "Senior nephew, I will give this seven-treasure ring to you. From now on, you will be... the leader of my Xiaoyao sect. Senior sister has been urinating since childhood.
She has a strong temper. Now that she is in her lineage, this can be considered... a little... compensation from me to her."
"When you see Senior Sister, do it for me, do it for me..."
Jingzhou didn't hesitate, took the finger, and said: "Uncle, don't worry, my nephew will arrange everything."
Wu Yazi nodded, smiled slightly, then took a long breath, stretched out his hand and took out a scroll, with a look of reluctance and nostalgia in his eyes. He touched it gently first, and then moved toward it.
Jing Zhou handed it over.
Wu Yazi said feebly: "This... I'll give this to you too,
"If you are in the future..."
But halfway through taking out the scroll, his whole arm dropped down, his body leaned forward, his forehead hit Jing Zhou, and he didn't move.
"Grandpa!"
Although they had only been in contact for less than a day, Wang Yuyan felt that Wu Yazi was very close to her. At this time, Wu Yazi let him go. She was so sad that she burst into tears.
After she cried for a while, Jing Zhou comforted her and said, "Uncle Shi has already had the will to die. Now he has no regrets about going. You should be happy."
Jingzhou comforted Wang Yuyan and called Su Xinghe in. The three of them packed up Wu Yazi's body, dug a grave next to the green bamboo outside, and buried Wu Yazi inside.
However, both Su Xinghe and Wang Yuyan lost their voices in pain after burying Wu Yazi. Jingzhou had a headache when he saw it, so he had to say: "Brother, I still need to trouble you to spread the hero posts and gather people to Leigu Mountain."
Sure enough, as soon as the "hero post" was mentioned, Su Xinghe stopped crying and said angrily: "Junior brother, don't worry, huh, Ding Chunqiu, this traitor, let's see how he escapes this time!"
For several days, Jingzhou and Wang Yuyan lived on Leigu Mountain, waiting for Ding Chunqiu's arrival.
"That's right, your Tianshan plum-breaking skills are already good, so I'm afraid you're no longer as good as me."
I saw two figures flying beside the bamboo forest, like butterflies flying through flowers. Although they were competing in martial arts, their figures were elegant, like dancing immortals.
After a few more moves with Wang Yuyan, Jingzhou stopped.
She is worthy of Wang Yuyan of the Mobile Sutra Pavilion. The skill of Tianshan Plum Blossom is a perfect match for her. The wider her knowledge, the more exquisite she can use it.
However, after practicing for just a few days, Wang Yuyan used it as if she had been immersed in it for decades.
If it were Xu Zhu, I'm afraid it would be difficult to bring out the subtlety of this skill.
Wang Yuyan couldn't be happy after being praised by Jingzhou. She could only hear her sighing quietly: "After learning Kung Fu after having a high internal strength, there is nothing praiseworthy about it. Senior brother thinks I can beat Ding Chunqiu at this time."
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Jingzhou smiled and said: "Ding Chunqiu has only learned some rudimentary skills. He has not seen any of the advanced martial arts in our sect. The great method of transforming energy is just a simplified version of the Beiming Divine Art."
"Of course you are not afraid of Ding Chunqiu. The only thing you need to be careful about is the old monster's poisonous power. However, you have Master Uncle's Beiming Qi, so you only need to be careful, and there is no problem."
The old man Wu Yazi left him with a difficult question before he left. He called him "junior nephew" too many times. Jingzhou felt that it was really awkward to call him "junior sister". It was easier to say "junior nephew Yuyan".
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Not to mention, this feeling of being a master uncle is really good!