Ye Yinfeng, the perpetrator of this murder, was lying on a long wooden bench with a calm and calm attitude, and his breath was long and endless, as if there was nothing in it.
Narang's aura seemed to change accordingly. He was the wooden bench, but he was not the wooden bench. He put his hands on the back of his head and squinted his eyes slightly, but there was nothing like that in his body.
He is as calm as his calm appearance.
The endless Taiqing Qi in his body was like clear spring water, flowing slowly through the meridians all over his body. The trickling flow of Qi nourished the meridians in his body, making every flow in his body
Every drop of blood in each muscle and every meridian is filled with endless true energy. And the three tiny spherical objects in his Dantian are slowly turning, and there is even more majestic true energy contained in those balls.
Breathing long and thin, Ye Yinfeng reclined on the long wooden bench, letting the blue shirt hang on the ground. At this time, the spiritual platform was brightly lit, and there was nothing else in his mind except the formulas in the Heart Sutra. If so.
Ruowu's aura is like a withered dead person, but it is difficult to be noticed. The Taiqing Qi flows trickling, and his body is filled with the softest Qi in the world, causing his body to emanate
A more unique temperament.
A sound of slight footsteps broke Ye Yinfeng, who was breathing heavily. He did not open his eyes, but his ears moved inadvertently. With a move of his left hand, the edgeless iron sword was suddenly in his hand. But after that, he moved his ears inadvertently.
After a few breaths, he put down the sword again. He lay motionless, with a bright smile on his face.
But he saw a pair of small pink hands covering his eyes, and a childish voice as clear as the cry of an oriole sounded: "Brother Yinfeng, guess who I am?"
A faint refreshing fragrance spread into Ye Yinfeng's nose, but it came from those soft and smooth hands. The smile on his face was still there, but an inexplicable sigh sounded in his heart.
"Who else could be in this yard besides our beautiful and lovely Xiaobei?" Ye Yinfeng said jokingly, but his tone had a hint of separation. He knew that parting
Time is up.
A tall and thin figure led three boys in new clothes out of the house. They stood quietly behind Ye Yinfeng, watching Xiao Bei, who was wearing a brightly colored cotton coat, covering Ye Yinfeng with both hands.
Feng's eyes. The smart little girl's flashing eyes were full of reluctance. Her red and tender lips pursed, "Brother Yinfeng knows how to bully Xiaobei and won't play with you anymore."
Xiaobei opened his hands and ran away like a happy butterfly.
Opening his eyes, Ye Yinfeng stood up from the long wooden bench and happened to see the joyful running figure of the butterfly. His eyes were in a trance, it was such a familiar figure. At this time, he thought again
His sister Ye Ruyan felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. However, Xiaobei was not Ye Ruyan at this moment. Ye Yinfeng quickly got rid of the momentary trance, his eyes were filled with tears.
It fell on the tall, thin man.
"Yes, your energy is restrained and you no longer have the sharp edge you had when I first met you. An excellent assassin will not be affected by any external influences. You still have to control your emotions well. Remember this random saying
Dogs are not the scariest ones. Dogs that bite often don't bark." Mr. Thirteen's eyes showed a hint of approval. He nodded to Ye Yinfeng and said solemnly, "You were in a daze just now.
At that moment, if I had taken action, you would have died countless times. Your determination and perseverance are excellent, but your emotions are easily affected by the outside world."
Mr. Thirteen didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he mentioned dogs again, which made Ye Yinfeng feel sour again. He knew that the tall and thin man whom he met by chance was really good for him, even though they had only been together for a few days.
That's all, but they already feel that each other is a close friend. Mr. Thirteen also taught Ye Yinfeng all his life's hard work and experience, assassination techniques, Jianghu experience, and the knowledge of various martial arts sects in the world.
Introduction to martial arts mental methods.
"Remember Mr. Thirteen's teachings, the boy has learned a lesson." Ye Yinfeng's face straightened, he bowed towards the tall and thin man and said seriously. The tall and thin man was not an ordinary martial artist.
He could tell from the restrained aura of the other party that there was a state called returning to nature. He felt it from the Feng Lian Dao, and also from Mr. Thirteen. He also felt it faintly, but Mr. Thirteen
That feeling is lighter than the feeling on Feng Lian Dao.
"Little children can be taught. I don't know when we will meet again after this separation. What a certain family wants to teach has been taught to you, but a certain family is not good at using a sword. Martial arts all over the world reach the same goal through different paths. You just need to remember this.
, the skills and techniques of any sect have a certain connection, and their purpose is to break the shackles of martial arts and break through the peak realm to shatter the void."
"What is the pinnacle of martial arts, what is a true master, and what is the ultimate in martial arts." Ye Yinfeng's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt. This was a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time. He
Wanting to know what the ultimate martial art of Shattering Void is, he has never fought against those masters of martial arts. Last time in the deserted ridge, he was just lucky enough to see Feng Lian Dao take action, but the aura emanating from Feng Lian Dao was
It was as light as nothing, and only the lingering aura of the first martial arts left a deep impression on him.
Mr. Thirteen took a wooden sword that Ye Yinfeng had cut with a knife from Xiaodong next to him, and then said to Ye Yinfeng: "Attack me with the move you think is the strongest. This wooden sword is strong enough."
That’s it.”
Facing the tall and thin man who was full of arrogance, Ye Yinfeng felt helpless for no reason. He knew that the other person was doing it for his own good and was not making arrogant words for no reason. When he wielded the iron sword in his hand, Ye Yinfeng's expression changed.
Condensed, the Taiqing Qi that surged wildly in his body suddenly burst out with great force. He slowly raised the iron sword in his hand. The only move he was proud of was that one move, a decisive blow without hesitation.
Sword, 'Sword of the Void'.
The surging true energy circulated wantonly in his body, and the iron sword in his hand couldn't help but make a soft groaning sound. Ye Yinfeng's eyebrows condensed, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a dark and flowing light towards him.
Mr. Thirteen stabbed him away. He didn't see any movement on his body, but his figure was already shooting away like a rainbow piercing the sun. In an instant, Ye Yinfeng felt that he was the edgeless iron sword.
And the iron sword in his hand is himself, and he secretly uses the sword technique in his heart.
The edgeless iron sword suddenly disappeared suddenly, and a dark aura spurted out. The air everywhere suddenly froze. The aura of the young man in blue was like a terrifying and unparalleled giant wing. From behind the iron sword,
There was a sudden burst of aura, and he locked Mr. Thirteen's whole body.
The tall and thin Thirteen just narrowed his eyes, looking at the dark light that suddenly came from the void, and he felt that he could not move even half a minute. A hint of meaning flashed in his eyes, but he saw in his hand
With a swipe of his wooden sword, a dazzling brilliance suddenly exploded from his hand. Without looking, he raised his sword into the air. Suddenly, the light pierced through like a brilliant ray of light.
"Seize", a slight sound sounded, and Ye Yinfeng's eyes showed a look of shock. In the past, when he used this move, it was always harmful. But today, his move was just blocked by the opponent's wooden hand.
The sword was broken with a single click. The tip of the edgeless iron sword was just above the tip of the wooden sword. If Thirteen's inner strength was released and penetrated through the wooden sword, his arm would be
It will be scrapped.
"These sword moves and sword techniques are all excellent sword skills. It's just that your understanding of swords is not enough, and your internal strength is still lacking. If you practice this move diligently, you will definitely gain a lot. Although this move may reach
It has an unexpected effect, but the opponent's martial arts level is much higher than yours. You can definitely see the trajectory of the sword vibrating in the air, and it is even easier to find the weakness of this move. You can only truly master this move if you have reached the level of proficiency.
The power of the move."
Ye Yinfeng felt cold sweat in his heart. He didn't expect that his killer move would be like a child playing house in the eyes of others. But he did not sink because of it. On the contrary, it aroused the fear in his heart.
Heavenly fighting spirit, the ultimate in martial arts, shattering the void, and perfecting the sword's will, all of these are like imprints, deeply engraved in his mind. The high and unyielding fighting spirit is reflected in his handsome body.
A surge of energy surged through his body. At that moment, Ye Yinfeng realized his shortcomings and at the same time strengthened his path to martial arts.
"Kendo is a part of martial arts. It's just that kendo is relatively more difficult to practice than others. You should be determined in your mind about your own kendo path. It's not good for someone to say anything. A sword is a double-edged weapon. It can hurt others as well as yourself.
, you should have a certain talent in swordsmanship. After all, you figured out these moves by yourself without the guidance of a famous teacher. This is your weakness and your strength. The path others have taken shapes their martial arts will. Although some people
Guidance, but it is only the experience of others. The path you find by yourself is your martial arts will. Gathering the strengths of various schools and absorbing the essence of them, you do not necessarily have to follow the same path as others. You must remember,
Your own martial arts will is the most important."
Ye Yinfeng listened quietly to the teachings of the tall and thin man, and his heart was churning even more. Only then did he realize that he was really slowly exploring these swordsmanship moves, and there was no one to guide him.
The sword skills. The gold-foil paper "Taixu Jue" that was burned to ashes can only be used to practice the first form of "Sword of the Void". There are other sword techniques that cannot be practiced after that. I have also tried it.
, but it has no effect.
Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Ye Yinfeng's eyes were shining brightly. It was the time of departure, and the fourth child's eyes were obviously full of reluctance. Lai Gouer and the old man also
Having already walked out of the house, they just looked at the four children quietly, with reluctance in their eyes.
At this time, the sky was shining brightly, but there was no one breathing in the quiet sheepskin alley, and there was a faint sense of separation and sadness in the courtyard. The four little ones were wearing brand-new clothes, which highlighted their agility and playfulness.
Their faces should have been innocent at their age, but after they experienced the miserable tragedies in the world, their faces showed a trace of maturity that was inconsistent with their age. Xiao Bei's black grape-like eyes flashed,
Crystals were swirling in her eyes. The three boys, Xiaodong, Xiaonan, and Xiaoxi, raised their heads and looked at the people in the courtyard with unblinking eyes.
The door opened with a bang, and a fat but childlike figure rushed in from the door. Who was it if it wasn't the fat Taoist priest Li Xiaoyao? His face was red, he must have been in a hurry.
He had a lot of internal strength. As soon as Li Xiaoyao walked in and saw the thirteenth and fourth graders getting ready, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Zhuzhan, if you dare to bully the four of them, I will beat you up even from the ends of the earth."
"Brother Gou'er, let's go, remember not to fight."
"Grandpa, don't pick your feet anymore. It stinks."
"Brother Fat Taoist, actually you look really ugly when you smile."
"Brother Yinfeng, we are leaving, we will miss you??????"
"Hahaha, a few years later, my reputation as the Thirteenth Young Master of the Prodigal Son will once again be heard among the generals in the world, but the more famous ones will be the four disciples of this Prodigal Son. Remember, my name is Zhao Qi, Zhao Qi's Zhao, Zhao Qi's
Abandon it."
The wind has no trace, the clouds are impermanent, and the Tao is both ruthless and sentimental.
When it comes to success or failure, when it comes to heroes, there is no definite answer as to who dies and who wins.
The shadow of the sword is illusory, the sword flashes, and it flows in the sky.
Children grow up with a pot of love wine, and great achievements of a thousand years fall into flames.
????????
A desolate voice resounded in the courtyard, and a tall and thin man led four children around ten years old out of the courtyard. They looked back at the gazing people in the courtyard.
Everyone, they did not expect that they would see each other again for many years after this separation. Maybe they would not be able to meet again in this life, or maybe fate would lead them to the path of hostility.
Lai Gou has the deepest feelings with the fourth child, but he is also sincerely happy that the fourth child has found his own destination. Nestling in his dilapidated courtyard will definitely delay the fourth child's life. Although he feels reluctant to let go, he
He also sincerely wished them well. And he was about to start his life again. He fixed his gaze on the old man with pale hair and wrinkled face.