Ye Xiaochuan wiped the sweat from his body with a towel.
He said: "It's not as mysterious as you said. The reason why I can withstand the blows of the wooden stick is because I used secret methods to shrink the skin all over my body, and at the same time mobilized the strength of my whole body to hide it under the skin.
So when the stick hits my body, I won't feel too much pain.
This is just the first step in martial arts training.
If you are deep in the Tao practice and your skin is as hard as iron, let alone a stick, you can catch it with your bare hands even if it is a magic weapon."
If you practice martial arts to the extreme, you can indeed use a pair of fleshy palms to fight against the sharp blades of other people's hands that are as sharp as iron.
However, the key question is, how many people throughout the ages have been able to endure the pain of body training and cultivate martial arts to the ultimate state.
Shang Yongye asked: "Young Master, I thought you were just playing for a few days, but I didn't expect you to persist for half a year.
Are you really planning to practice Xianwu?"
Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said: "I have this plan, but now that my level of immortality is too high and I have just entered martial arts, the gap between the two is really too big.
I just want to exercise my willpower and endurance through physical training. As for how far I can go in the martial arts in the future, it depends on fate.
It's rare that you all come out today, so I'll give myself half a day off and have a few drinks together."
Everyone was surprised to see that Ye Xiaochuan, a martial arts madman, actually gave him a half-day off.
Since Ye Xiaochuan wanted to drink, he naturally had to accompany him to the end.
Instead of drinking outside, Ye Xiaochuan asked a disciple in red to prepare some wine and food and send them to his room to prevent these people from drinking and chatting and disturbing the young people practicing in the Mustard Seed Cave.
It was evening outside at the moment. After dinner, Dugu Changfeng also took a rare short break for himself.
Ever since Ye Xiaochuan taught him the mental method, he had forgotten about women. He studied with Master Xu in the morning, and after lunch he closed himself in the stone room to practice.
In just six days, he has made extremely rapid progress and has reached the third level of the cultivator's realm of one hundred meridians.
Such rapid progress was actually within Ye Xiaochuan's expectation.
Dugu Changfeng's time to practice the mental method has been delayed. According to the experience accumulated in the cultivation world for thousands of years, eight years old is the best age to practice.
Dugu Changfeng is almost twelve years old this year, more than three years too late.
However, although Dugu Changfeng has not practiced mental skills in these years, he has been practicing boxing and kicking.
Just like Yang Jiu when he first worshiped Cangyun.
He has a very good foundation in martial arts.
That's why Yang Jiujiu was able to jump five levels from a mortal to the realm of flying in the air after only one month of entry.
Of course, Dugu Changfeng has a foundation in martial arts, which is only one of the reasons for his rapid progress.
There is another important reason.
Ye Xiaochuan spent several years washing his marrow and removing impurities from his body through the secret methods recorded in the heavenly book.
This treatment is the same as that of Yun Qiyou.
When Yun Qiyou entered the human world, she was taken to the underworld by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to cleanse her marrow for a year. This is why this sick young man with no martial arts background improved by leaps and bounds in a short period of time.
It can be said that it is a synthesis of Dugu Changfeng, Yang Jiujiu and Yun Qiyou.
The path of cultivation that Ye Xiaochuan opened up for him will allow him to surpass all young people before he is a hundred years old, and stand out among his peers like a chicken.
Dugu Changfeng was also very satisfied with the speed of his cultivation progress. After dinner tonight, he hugged Aba and sat in the valley to admire the moon.
Of course, Miss Hu'er, who finally caught the opportunity, naturally stayed with him.
The three heads looked at the stars in the sky and talked without saying a word.
Of course the speakers were two little kids, and the content was mostly related to cultivation.
During this time, not only Dugu Changfeng was practicing the mental method, but Hu Er also began to practice the mental method.
Since Ye Xiaochuan did not accept Hu'er as a disciple, and Hu'er did not enter the Mustard Seed Cave, Qin Guichen taught her the mental skills she had learned.
However, compared with Dugu Changfeng's progress, Hu'er's progress was much slower.
I am still practicing the first level of breathing and breathing skills.
This made Dugu Changfeng laugh at him.
Watching the two of them grappling together, Abba, who had been feeling depressed, suddenly showed a happy smile and made the sound of "Abba, Abba" in his mouth. He didn't know who he was cheering for.
The two fought for a while and then stopped.
Hu Er made a big blush for some reason, scolded Dugu Changfeng as "little rascal", and ran away covering his face.
The lonely monk, who was as tall as two feet tall, was at a loss as to what was going on with Sister Hu'er.
If you can't think clearly, just don't think about it. This is somewhat similar to Ye Xiaochuan.
He turned to Aba and said: "Aba, when I learn how to fly in the air, I will be the first to take you to the sky."
Abba smiled, but there was a bit of sadness in his smile.
He longed for the scene where he was carried by the wind and traveled through the nine heavens. How carefree and free he would be.
But he knew that he would never be able to wait for that day.
Looking at Dugu Changfeng's childish face, Aba's eyes gradually became blurred.
His sins have long been atoned for.
What Ye Xiaochuan said to him a few days ago also made him understand why Yang Juaner didn't kill him and why she was so cold and hot to him.
In this world, the only person he can't let go of is Dugu Changfeng.
Tonight, when he saw Dugu Changfeng and Hu'er having fun, he finally realized that Changfeng had grown up and had a partner who could accompany him throughout his life, and he no longer needed to be by his side.
Aba should have died after communicating with Ye Xiaochuan that night.
He persisted for seven more days because he couldn't let go of Chang Feng.
Now that Chang Feng has grown up, the breath that supported him to live has dissipated.
In his blurred eyes, Chang Feng's figure seemed to be getting blurry and blurred.
Countless past events flashed quickly in front of his eyes, from infancy, to boyhood, to youth, to middle age... He had long forgotten many memories. Seeing those memory fragments flashing quickly, he thought again.
stand up.
In just a short moment, he seemed to have seen his entire life.
He had regrets in his life, many, many regrets.
The two biggest regrets are that I couldn't see Changfeng get married and have children.
The second regret is that he was born with a disability and was a lame. He could not hold a steel knife and fight with the enemy like the men in the clan.
He always felt that if he was a healthy warrior in southern Xinjiang, he would have died long ago in Qinglong Valley, fighting with the enemies in heaven.
What a pity... what a pity... He kept muttering these three words in his heart.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the last few dry hairs on Aba's head were blown off, falling on Dugu Changfeng's cheeks.
Dugu Changfeng was bragging to the stars in the sky when he suddenly felt his cheeks itching. He stretched out his hand and pulled it and found a few hairs.
He has taken care of Aba personally for so many years, so he naturally knows that it belongs to Aba.
He laughed and said: "Hahaha, Aba, you have lost a few more hairs, you have really become bald... Hahaha... Aba... Aba... Aba!"
Dugu Changfeng's laughter disappeared, and his shouts became louder and shriller.
Aba couldn't hear anymore. He closed his eyes, his head drooped on the mouth of the jar, tilted his head, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.