"The way of martial arts has always been from simple to complex, and then from complex to simple. Disciple, you have outstanding talent and extraordinary understanding, so you have omitted the steps from simple to complex. I am afraid that the spear skills taught to you by my master will not be used by anyone except you.
Talent cannot be learned by others."
"I... am that powerful?" Nezha was surprised and happy, beaming with joy, forgetting how painful it was when he was beaten.
"Of course." What He Xie said was the true truth. Nezha's talent was so unreasonable that even he was a little jealous.
A big, naughty kid spent more than ten days walking a road that would take him several years. If he hadn't been able to beat Nezha from time to time, his mentality would have collapsed.
"Not even your father can do it. If you don't believe me, just pass this gun skills on to your father." He Xie said seriously.
"Really?" Nezha was eager to try, "I'll let dad try it tonight!"
Li Jing on the other side turned dark again, put his hands behind his back, turned around and left.
I can't stay here any longer!
"The first level of martial arts is skill, which requires exquisite moves. This will grasp every detail of your movements, strength, power transport, and even breathing, heartbeat, etc. to the extreme." He Xie spoke eloquently.
He was very serious when it came to what he was best at.
"The core of the technique is precision. This is the reason why I let you practice with wooden spears." He continued, "But disciple, because of the magic pill, you can't always master the strength well. Even
The moves are often out of shape, and you can even destroy the wooden gun at every turn. With your talent, you are really below my expectations and a disappointment to a good teacher."
Nezha was surprised and said: "It turns out that Master, you asked me to practice with a wooden spear, but you still have such painstaking efforts."
"Yes." He Xie looked at Nezha deeply, "Actually, every time your wooden gun explodes, my disciple, it is because of the power of the magic pill. Alas, my master and the magic pill are at odds with each other. Every time the wooden gun explodes, it is because of the power of the magic pill."
Even the teacher can't help but want to beat you - oh no, it's a magic pill, but I can't bear the pain."
Nezha's expression immediately froze, and hundreds of his wooden guns had already exploded.
In other words, he had escaped hundreds of beatings without knowing it.
Nezha was frightened for a while and couldn't help but look at He Xie gratefully: "Master, you are so kind to me."
He Xie nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it's good that you can understand Master's painstaking efforts, but you have been unable to control the power of the magic pill recently. I'm wondering, am I too tolerant of the magic pill?"
"No, no, no, not tolerant at all!" Nezha argued subconsciously.
"You mean I'm strict?" He Xie frowned.
"No, Master, what I mean is that I will definitely control my strength in the future and never let the magic pill affect me!" Nezha promised while wiping off cold sweat.
But you can't be harsh. If you get a beating after the wooden gun explodes once, is that okay?
"Well, I'm very happy that you have such a spirit." He Xie said with a smile, "However, if you blow up the wooden gun ten times in the future, I will still give you a good beating - no, I will give you a good beating."
"..." Nezha looked at He Xie speechlessly, "Master, you always say it wrong. I doubt that it is me you really want to beat."
"Eh?" He Xie raised his eyebrows, "Questioning Master? Could it be that you are being controlled by the magic pill now?"
"I didn't! I'm not! It's impossible!" Nezha suddenly jumped up, his face full of horror, "Master, I just got beaten!"
"Yes." He Xie rubbed his hands with regret on his face.
Nezha's face twitched and his heart skipped a beat. Was this—his hands were itchy?
"What, Master, I went to practice." Nezha said with an apologetic smile.
"Go." He Xie nodded, "Be calm. After practicing each move, don't rush to the next move. Instead, stop and think carefully about what is wrong with this move. Remember, control, precision.
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"Yes, Master, I have written it down!" Nezha answered seriously.
Just kidding, dare not be serious, your butt will blossom.
Seeing Nezha practicing on the field, He Xie couldn't help but smile.
In fact, as long as he can suppress the power of the magic pill, Nezha can definitely go one step further. But he doesn't want to do this unless it is absolutely necessary. He would rather let Nezha rely on his own strength to defeat the magic pill.
Seeing that Nezha was much more stable than before and was more focused on the details of his moves, He Xie closed his eyes again and began to comprehend the Heavenly Lord's method in the sea of consciousness.
In his sea of consciousness, the little golden man was slowly rotating cross-legged, and the strands of Taoist rhyme turned into substance, like clouds and mist, emitting the sound of the Tao.
This sound cannot be described in words, because it is transformed by the Great Dao and directly affects the depths of people's souls.
He Xie needs to carefully understand each strand of Taoist rhyme before he can understand a few words or a verse from it.
This is the special point of Tianzun's method. The Taoist rhyme is the same, but the scriptures that everyone understands from it are different. This Tao gives birth to the same principle in all things, so the magical powers and immortal methods obtained will not be the same.
Another half month later, Nezha's marksmanship was finally perfected after exploding fifty-nine wooden spears and receiving five severe beatings.
He met He Xie's requirements, with eighty-one spear moves, each of which could produce seventy-two changes, and each change contained forty-nine techniques.
Nezha's talent is really abnormal.
In the past fifteen days, Nezha has practiced very hard, putting his heart and soul into every move and style. During the training process, his three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit have been highly condensed, and his realm has reached the level of a master.
territory.
"Very good." He Xie was also very pleased, "The next step is to simplify the complex. When you can combine these eighty-one spear techniques into one move, you will reach the realm of Shattered Void and welcome the world.
Come to the first thunder tribulation."
Nezha's cultivation progress was faster than he imagined.
"Master, after surviving the first thunder tribulation, will the disciple be able to completely control the magic pill?" Nezha was also very excited, and was beyond words to express his happiness. This was the first time that he had done something so long, and he could do it on his own.
Achieving a goal through hard work is of extraordinary significance.
"I can't say it's complete, but as long as you survive one thunder tribulation, you can temporarily overcome the thunder tribulation with your own ability." He Xie smiled and said, "Disciple, your efforts make me proud of you."
Nezha was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
Not easy!
How many beatings did he take to finally reach where he is today?
"Master, I want to tell my mother this good news!" He waved his wooden gun excitedly, "She will definitely be very..."
Snapped!
The wooden gun exploded.
Nezha's expression suddenly froze.
"This is the sixtieth one..." He Xie sighed.
"Master, can I count this one out?" Nezha said with a sad face, "I can guarantee that it was not a magic pill just now, I was just too excited."
"Disciple, the magic pill is pervasive. Besides, the master kept his promise and said he would beat you if you destroy ten wooden spears. Then I will definitely beat you. You want the master to break his promise and become fat, so abominable, and you still say it is not a magic pill?"
He Xie said seriously while rolling up his sleeves.