"Two seniors, junior brother, it's time to eat!" Linghu Heng was so absorbed in practicing that he didn't notice that Wu Zhen had already come up with a rice basket and a sword. However, when the short old man heard the word "rice", he immediately jumped
He walked to Wu Zhen and asked, "Silly boy, what did you cook? If it's delicious, I'll reward you well."
Wu Zhen smiled honestly and said: "It's just some fried bamboo shoots with fungus, some cabbage I grew myself, and green onion tofu made from freshly ground tofu. I'm very happy that my senior is willing to eat the food I cooked.
Dare you expect the rewards from your seniors?"
The short old man couldn't bear it for a long time. He opened the rice basket, took out the bamboo tube rice, and started eating with a few side dishes. Hearing what Wu Zhen said, the short old man was a little unhappy and said vaguely: "I want to give it away."
No one dares not to collect the things, no, you have to collect them!"
Wu Zhen had never seen a senior with such a weird temper before. He just thought he was joking and agreed casually: "Yes, yes, senior, as long as you are happy." After saying that, he looked at Linghu Heng again, and slapped him there again.
Another palm, working tirelessly, he couldn't help but said: "Junior brother, why don't you come over for dinner? The food is already cold." But at this moment, Linghu Heng had long been immersed in his obsession with palm techniques. No matter who
Even though Wu Zhen didn't speak loudly, he naturally ignored it.
The short old man swallowed his mouth full of food with difficulty and said: "Silly boy, you can't call him that, look at me!" After a slight boost of energy, he cast the "Calming Mantra" and said: "Boy, it's already dark.
Aren't you tired? Come over and eat!"
As soon as the "Calming Mantra" came into his ears, Linghu Heng suddenly woke up and noticed that it was already dark and Wu Zhen had already brought food. Linghu Heng shyly withdrew his fists and said, "Senior, I
I was so fascinated by the fight.”
The short old man filled his mouth with food again and said vaguely: "It's okay, come over and eat. The food cooked by this silly boy is really good! Senior brother, do you want some?" The latter sentence was addressed to the tall old man.
The tall old man looked helplessly at the short old man and shook his head.
The short old man had obviously guessed the action of the tall old man, and ignored him, just filling his stomach.
Not long after, several side dishes and three bamboo tubes of white rice went into the stomachs of the short old man and Linghu Heng. The short old man put down the bamboo tube, burped with satisfaction, and said: "I'm so happy today, I can eat so much! Silly!
Boy, I have to thank you very much, let me think of something to give you?" After saying that, he tilted his head and thought about it.
Wu Zhen was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, but he didn't pay attention to what the short old man seemed to be talking to himself. After cleaning up, Wu Zhen said: "Two seniors, junior brother, I'll go back first, otherwise Master will have to
I’m anxious.”
At this moment, the short old man slapped his head and said: "Yes, yes!"
Linghu Heng was puzzled and asked: "Senior, what's the matter?"
The short old man laughed loudly and said, "I know what to give to this silly boy!"
Wu Zhen waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Senior can't do it. I just gave you two meals. Why do you need a reward from me?"
The short old man's eyes were shining brightly, and Wu Zhen was so scared that he had goosebumps all over his body. He heard the short old man say: "No one has ever refused what I want to give away, so silly boy, you accept this gift from me."
It’s too late! It’s too late for you to thank me in the future!”
Linghu Heng was simply more enthusiastic than himself and said: "Senior, I know you are the nicest person. What are you going to give the big guy?"
The short old man said proudly: "Just like you, teach him a set of palm skills!"
When Wu Zhen heard this, he was greatly surprised and asked blankly: "Palm technique?"
The short old man said: "Our ancient sword sect is only known by others as having great swordsmanship, but no one looks down upon our fists and kicks, thinking they are less than a sword. We two senior brothers have worked hard over the past forty years to come up with a set of palm techniques.
, I wanted to make up for the shortcomings. I happened to complete it a while ago, but I have never taught it to anyone. If you, silly boy, learned it, wouldn’t the entire Ancient Sword Sect be able to learn it?"
Linghu Heng asked in confusion: "Why don't you teach the big guy the 'Devil-Destroying Palm'?"
The short old man rolled his eyes at Linghu Heng and said: "Do you think everyone is a freak like you? It is not easy to practice the 'Demon Destroying Palm'. It requires very strong bones and talented disciples to practice it. Otherwise, where can you get it?"
You? But this boxing technique is different. If a big guy can learn it, it means that the entire Ancient Sword Sect can learn it. Silly boy, for the sake of the entire Ancient Sword Sect, you shouldn’t refuse, right?"
Linghu Heng was very indifferent to the differences between the sects and didn't take it seriously. But Wu Zhen was different. His education was very orthodox and he put the sect first in everything.
He will do difficult things, not to mention that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, so he naturally agrees.
The short old man had long expected that Wu Zhen would definitely agree if he put the sect's future under pressure. He couldn't help stroking his beard proudly and said: "It's getting late today, so it's not a good time to teach boxing. Silly boy, you can come and learn tomorrow."
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Wu Zhen was still a little embarrassed and said: "But Master..."
The short old man said: "Your master, don't worry. Now, take this and say that I want to teach you how to box and kick. I guess I won't have anything to say to my nephew." After saying that, he took out a Ling Pai.
, Wu Zhen took it and took a closer look. This order was quite simple. On the front was the scenery of the Ancient Sword Mountain, and on the back were the three characters "Ancient Sword Order" carved in seal script.
Without any worries, Wu Zhen naturally agreed, then took the rice basket and returned to the Green Bamboo Forest with his sword.
After Wu Zhen left, Linghu Heng also said goodbye and walked off the cliff. In his mind, he was still thinking about the "Devil-Destroying Palm" he had just learned, but it was actually one of the secrets of the ancient sword sect, the "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm".
The next day, Wu Zhen came over very early with breakfast and asked for advice from the short old man. The short old man liked people to talk to him most. At the same time, the professors Linghu Heng and Wu Zhen were not tired and enjoyed it. Let the short old man enjoy it.
What surprised the old man was that despite Wu Zhen's dull, honest and deceptive appearance, when it came to understanding, he was not inferior to any disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. In fact, this had a lot to do with the teaching methods of the old Taoist priest. Since he taught "Haoran Zhengqi"
Starting from the first sentence of "Jue", both Wu Zhen and Linghu Heng had to think about the meaning by themselves, relying entirely on their own exploration. This allowed them to develop the habit of learning anything, whether it was fists, feet or swords.
The method must be thought over and over again before it can be considered proficient.
After the short old man understood the reason, he and the tall old man couldn't help but secretly admire the Taoist Taoist's unique method of creating two simple and good talents.
One day a few months later, Wu Zhen finally mastered the "Patron Palm" taught by the short old man and was able to start his own business. The short old man allowed Wu Zhen to deliver meals twice a day as before. To be honest, this "
"Guoshan Palm" is really not a unique skill, but it is easy to understand and practical, which is enough to make up for the shortcomings of the ancient sword sect's strong swordsmanship and lack of fists and kicks.
Linghu Heng, on the other hand, is still practicing the "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Fist". After all, this is one of the secret arts of the ancient sword sect, and it is also ranked among the best in the world of immortal cultivation. How can it be achieved overnight? Kankan has been practicing for more than a year, so Linghu Heng has been practicing for more than a year.
Hu Heng has finally mastered the true flavor of twenty-three out of ten, but it is still far from satisfactory.
Fortunately, even though Linghu Heng was practicing his palm skills, his spiritual power did not fall behind. Even though his natural pair of strange eyes took away two-thirds of the spiritual power that Linghu Heng had worked so hard to cultivate.
, but Linghu Heng's spiritual power accumulation speed is really not slow. He has just entered the late stage of alchemy for more than a year, and he has hit a bottleneck, and he is not far away from being promoted to the Nascent Soul stage.
After noon that day, Linghu Heng was meditating in the hut. Suddenly, the small pill in his Dantian began to rotate, gathering all the spiritual energy around the cliff. Linghu Heng knew something was wrong, and thought to himself: "Is it necessary to be promoted?
Nascent Soul? Why does that golden elixir rotate so fast?"
Before he had time to think about it, Linghu Heng had already mobilized all his spiritual power to protect the main meridians. After all, it was his first time to go through the Nascent Soul Tribulation. He had no experience at all, and the old Taoist priest was not around to give guidance. The short old man and the tall old man
He didn't care much about his cultivation progress, so Linghu Heng didn't have the slightest knowledge about the tribulation of transcending the Nascent Soul. I guess the old Taoist priest didn't expect that Linghu Heng would reach the Nascent Soul stage so quickly!
Linghu Heng has long heard that in the realm after Nascent Soul, not only will there be inner demons when transcending tribulations, but they will also be accompanied by thunder tribulations. The size of this thunder tribulation can also tell the cultivation potential of each person. The greater the potential, the more likely it is.
The bigger the thunder tribulation is, the bigger the thunder tribulation is. Among them, there is a kind of Nine-nine Heavenly Thunder, which is the most abnormal among the thunder tribulations. Generally, people who encounter it have almost no way to resist it. However, those who can encounter the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder
He must be a freak of cultivation. It seems that God is jealous of talents and will not allow such people to successfully survive the disaster.
But once the thunder tribulation is overcome, the strength of the person who overcomes the thunder tribulation will definitely increase greatly, but it is also an indisputable fact. Moreover, this thunder tribulation can only be overcome by oneself. If someone helps, the thunder tribulation will automatically be based on that person's cultivation.
When the geometrically doubled power falls, not only those who overcome the calamity will not be spared, but those who help will also be punished by heaven. This is probably the majesty of God, and there is an invisible hand controlling the balance of the world of immortality.
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If anyone was watching from outside, they would definitely be frightened: Thousands of spiritual energy quickly gathered towards the hut. Linghu Heng knew something was wrong. If thunder fell from the sky, wouldn't it destroy the hut? He thought of this
, Linghu Heng immediately opened the door and went out, sitting cross-legged in the wilderness, waiting for the arrival of thunder.
On the cliff, the two old men also felt something. They looked up at the same time: in the sky, dark clouds were gathering, and there was a faint flash of lightning in the clouds. A force of heaven oppressed them. Even if their cultivation reached the high level of the Mahayana stage,
The short old man also felt very uncomfortable.
The tall and short old men looked at each other, and they both saw the disbelief in each other's eyes. The short old man spoke: "Isn't this boy practicing too fast? He was promoted to Nascent Soul even after three years of the alchemy period.
Oh, I think it would have taken me more than four years to reach the same level. This kid is so speechless!" There was a sense of sigh in his words.
Old Man Gao also spoke: "This kid has a strong understanding. Among the people I have seen, he is enough to occupy the top three!"
The short old man smiled and said: "Senior brother, I have never seen anyone praise you like this!"
Old Man Gao rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm just telling the truth."
Suddenly, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck down with a terrifying force. The short old man exclaimed: "So thick! This kid..."
Old Man Gao also stood up blankly, looking at Linghu Heng who had laid out spiritual barriers below, thoughts rolling in his heart...
(Please collect, spread, recommend! Thank you very much~~~) (To be continued)