Chapter nine hundred and sixty deep love between master and apprentice
This is the plan that He Xie came up with for Nezha to break the magic pill. Because he had the experience of refining the fruit position into the Yuanling and then successfully peeling it off, He Xie felt that this method was very feasible.
As for whether Nezha can cultivate a martial arts soul in two years?
He Xie thinks the problem is not big.
Unlike him who rose from humble beginnings and reached his current state in one day for hundreds of years, Nezha was born as an incarnate body. This child's cultivation speed will be extremely fast, as fast as playing.
The Martial God Technique summarized by He Xiexin has taken the path of integrating essence, Qi and spirit from the beginning. The threshold is very high, but Nezha's qualifications are not a problem.
He asked Nezha to whet a wooden spear by himself and taught him the ninety-nine and eighty-one marksmanship.
Each style of this set of marksmanship has seventy-two variations, and each variation contains seventy-seven forty-nine different techniques, which can be said to be extremely complicated.
Even if this set of marksmanship were given to Qiao Feng, Duan Yu, or even Wuyazi sweeping monks, they would never be able to learn it because the martial arts contained in it are too complicated.
But Nezha is different. This naughty kid is a born god with an astonishingly high level of understanding. He Xie teaches students according to their aptitude and comes up with this set of marksmanship just to help Nezha get started quickly and understand what martial arts is.
He rehearsed it three times, then took apart the marksmanship formulas one by one, crushed them into pieces, and explained them to Nezha.
Nezha did not disappoint He Xie. It only took him seven days to practice this set of marksmanship in style and with some charm.
Moreover, this set of marksmanship is not just a simple move. Its method of transporting power, essentials of movements, including breathing and heartbeat, all imply the principles of martial arts. It can be said that if you learn this set of marksmanship, there is no problem in becoming a master.
The increase in qi, blood and true energy, and the unity of essence, energy and spirit, also stimulated the magic pill in Nezha's body, giving the magic pill a sign that it was about to move.
He Xie said before that the magic pill affects and even controls Nezha's mind. He is not just lying to children. It is true. It's just that there is me in you and you in me. It's not that who affects who or controls who.
Who is that simple?
In the next period of time, Nezha's progress slowed down. He had eighty-one marksmanship moves, and each of his marksmanship moves had up to thirty variations. He was stuck here and could no longer make any progress, and the rapid growth of his energy and blood also slowed down.
He Xie saw Nezha's problem. As Nezha's strength improved, Mowan began to step up the integration with Nezha.
Snapped!
In the martial arts arena, Nezha thrust out a spear, and the wooden spear exploded immediately.
This is already the seventeenth wooden gun damaged today.
"What a broken gun!" Nezha yelled angrily, "It explodes at every turn, how can you practice this?"
He Xie, who was lying on the recliner and silently comprehending the Heavenly Lord's method, raised his eyelids but said nothing.
According to the usual practice these days, Nezha should complain while going to the side to get another wooden gun and continue practicing.
But today Nezha seemed to be too angry. He kept cursing and cursing for a long time, and finally sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
He Xie frowned and finally said calmly: "Continue practicing."
When Nezha heard this, he immediately complained: "Master, can you not let me use a better gun? This wooden gun breaks if I use just a little force. How can I practice it?"
He Xie said nothing, but pointed to a row of wooden guns on the sidelines, signaling Nezha to continue.
Nezha seemed to have not seen it, and then complained: "I feel like I have mastered this shooting technique. How can there be so many changes as you mentioned, Master? I feel that I have practiced it to the best."
"Stop talking nonsense and keep practicing!" He Xie said impatiently.
"Master, you are too arbitrary!" Nezha's voice suddenly rose, "Even if I am a disciple, my opinion is still important, okay? You can't just listen to my explanation, can you? I already said that wooden guns can't do it.
And I have mastered marksmanship! You can either teach me something else or let me become a master!"
He Xie raised his eyelids, stood up, sighed and said, "Are you serious?"
Nezha said angrily: "I'm not a kid who doesn't understand anything! Do you think I'm joking?"
He Xie said slowly: "Nezha, it seems that I haven't hit you for more than ten days."
"..." Nezha's expression suddenly froze.
The next second, he turned around and ran away.
But halfway through, he saw a fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him.
Nezha's hair stood on end, and he screamed in horror: "Master, I..."
boom!
His whole body was embedded in the ground.
Before he could react, the next moment he felt his ankles being picked up, and then his whole body was thrown into the air and smashed to the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey - ah!" Nezha screamed miserably.
Boom boom boom boom...
He Xie swung Nezha's body like a sack, and smashed Nezha to the ground more than a dozen times. The hits were so severe that Nezha was completely stunned. He Xie didn't even know when to stop.
Realize.
It wasn't until he felt a sudden coldness in his butt that he realized that he was lying on the ground at some point and had his pants taken off.
In an instant, Nezha suddenly had a clever idea. He covered his buttocks with a loud "ouch" and suddenly turned over, shouting in fear and anxiety: "It's me! It's me! Nezha! Master, it's not a magic pill, it's not a magic pill!"
At this time, He Xie had already raised the Crow Nine Sword high. He stopped when he heard the words and asked in confusion: "Nezha are you?"
"It's me, I'm Nezha, Master, I'm not a magic pill, I'm really not a magic pill, I swear!" Nezha was about to cry, and he almost burst into tears again.
"That's not right. You were so brave just now that you dared to talk back to me." He Xie said, "Don't lie to me. How can my good disciple Nezha be so bold as you? Monster, you are the magic pill.
You still want to lie to me! Get your butt!"
At the end of the sentence, He Xie's voice became fierce, and he roared loudly and prepared to fight.
Nezha was so scared that he almost peed.
He wailed on the ground and ran away on his hands and knees: "Master! Listen to my explanation! I am really Nezha! I have recovered, I am a good disciple, I am such a good disciple! If I lie to you, I will die first!"
Li Jing, who was sneaking a peek not far away, turned pale when he heard this.
This naughty kid really deserves a beating!
He Xie looked shocked: "You can say such vicious words! It seems that you are really Nezha."
"I really am, I really am!" Nezha cried with joy, "Master, it's great that you can believe in me!"
He Xie put away his sword, coughed slightly, and waved to Nezha in a friendly manner: "Come on, good disciple, come here."
Nezha hesitated: "Master, you won't hit me again, will you?"
"Child, Master has always cared for you so much, why would he hit you?" He Xie said with a kind face, "I just taught Mowan a lesson, come here, you have encountered some problems in cultivation, Master can help you solve your doubts.
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Nezha moved over slowly, cursing in his heart: "Bald man, don't think I will believe you, you are obviously just looking for an excuse to hit me!
Thinking of this, Nezha felt sad in his heart. What evil had the young master done to end up with such a master?
He's just a violent maniac, okay?
Beast, I am only one year old.
"Nezha, are you scolding me secretly in your heart?" He Xie looked at Nezha with doubt on his face.
Nezha suddenly became smart and put on a smile that was so pure and innocent: "How could it be? Haha, Master, I respect you the most. In my heart, my father is far worse than you!"
Pfft.
Li Jing in the corner covered his chest and couldn't breathe.