Lin Feilong and several other young members of the Lin family are standing here.
"Look, this loser is so arrogant. He comes out early in the morning to show off his power."
"Fourth brother, you can't bear it. He is deliberately showing it to us and mocking our incompetence."
"It's not us who are incompetent, it's Lin Zhaojun's useless thing, who brought six fourth-level and fifth-level warriors with him, and actually let Lin Mu come back alive."
"Please calm down for a while." Lin Feilong looked gloomy, "Lin Zhaojun is useless, but what's the point of you scolding a dead man here?"
"Dead person? Fourth brother, what do you mean?"
"Is Lin Zhaojun dead?"
When the others heard this, their expressions changed.
"good."
Lin Feilong clenched the window railing with his palms, "I have a somewhat personal relationship with Zhou Qingfeng. He told me yesterday that not only Lin Zhaojun, but also everyone who went to attack Lin Mu this time is dead."
"How is this possible?" Others were in disbelief. "They all brought the map of the Monster Raising Cave, how could they still die?"
"Don't ask me, I also want to know why." Lin Feilong gritted his teeth, "In short, from now on, we can no longer underestimate this bastard."
"After hearing what Fourth Brother said, I also think this waste is very evil. Looking at the direction he is going, it seems that he is going to the Martial Arts Pavilion. What should we do?" someone asked.
"We'll go too."
Lin Feilong's eyes were cold, "Once this bastard picks the right martial arts, his strength will become stronger. We must kill all opportunities for him to become stronger."
Martial Arts Pavilion.
At the door of the attic, stood a middle-aged man, with a fat head and big ears, but a good aura. He was a ninth-level martial arts disciple.
The children of the Lin family who came and borrowed martial arts skills all respected this person because he was the manager of the martial arts pavilion, Feng Yan.
At this time, on the wide road outside, a spirited horse flew over. The rider was a young man in brocade clothes. He turned over and dismounted in an elegant manner.
"Isn't this the Fourth Young Master?"
Feng Yan smiled and said, "I'm afraid you're not here to borrow martial arts skills, right? The Chunyang Palm Technique you borrowed last time has only been practiced for less than half a month."
"Manager Feng is indeed wise."
Lin Feilong complimented him, and then when no one was paying attention, he quietly put a small bag of tips into Steward Feng's hand and said, "I came here this time because I have some problems in my practice and I want to ask Steward Feng for advice."
Feng Yan's eyes flashed slightly, but his appearance was calm and calm, and he hid the brocade bag in his sleeves skillfully.
As soon as he touched it with his hand, he immediately judged that there was a small half of a spiritual stone in the kit, and the smile on his face became even wider.
At the same time, there was a look of confusion in his eyes, and he said calmly: "The fourth young master is really diligent and studious. Come with me. If you don't understand anything, you can ask."
Arrive at the first side hall of Martial Arts Pavilion.
Feng Yan stood still, put his hands behind his back and said, "I wonder what kind of help you want from me, Fourth Young Master?"
"This time, I have to deal with a person. This person must be known to Manager Feng. His name is Lin Mu." Lin Feilong and Feng Yan have done business many times. They know who each other is and do not hide it in private.
"Lin Mu, this loser? It's not difficult to deal with him, but as a manager of the Martial Arts Pavilion, I can't take action against him. No matter what he says, he is still his direct descendant." Feng Yan pondered with his eyes exposed.
"Of course I won't let Steward Feng take action. With Steward Feng's strength, it would be overkill for this waste."
Lin Feilong was very good at flattering people, and said Manager Feng in a complacent manner, "Manager Feng may not know, but this trash is coming to the Martial Arts Pavilion now. Hey, this Martial Arts Pavilion, but Manager Feng's chassis, when he gets here, he still has
Can I escape from your grasp?"
"This loser actually wants to practice martial arts?" Feng Yan seemed to have heard something strange, and then waved his hand, "This kind of person is indeed not worthy of my action, but since the fourth young master has spoken, I have to give him face no matter what.
Don’t worry, I will definitely help you handle this matter beautifully.”
"oh?"
Lin Feilong asked curiously: "I wonder if Manager Feng has any clever ideas?"
"Fourth Young Master, do you still remember that our Lin Family Martial Arts Pavilion has a peerless book?" Feng Yan deliberately prolonged his tone when he mentioned the word "peerless".
Lin Feilong's eyes suddenly brightened: "Could it be the book "King Kong Subduing the Tiger Fist" that Manager Feng was talking about?"
"Of course, this boxing is said to have been passed down by the ancestors of the Lin family, but the damage is too serious. Strong men of the Lin family have studied this boxing in the past generations, but no one has mastered it yet." Feng Yan said leisurely.
"Okay, haha, this punch is most suitable for Lin Mu. I think if he gets this punch, he will be grateful to Manager Feng for your kindness." Lin Feilong was very happy, but then he said worriedly, "It's just that Lin Mu,
Will he really choose "Vajra Subduing the Tiger Fist"? What if he chooses other martial arts?"
"Choose martial arts? You have to have time to choose." Feng Yan smiled coldly.
Just as the two were plotting, Lin Mu had arrived at the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Feng Yan was very powerful and was the first to sense: "Fourth Young Master, this loser Lin Mu has already arrived."
When Lin Feilong saw that it was indeed the case, he had no time to ask Feng Yan what to do, so he had to say: "Then I'll leave it to Manager Feng."
Although this was not the first time that Lin Fei came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, the last time he came to the Martial Arts Pavilion was eight years ago. At that time, he had just started practicing martial arts and came here to borrow the "Threading Step Fist".
In the blink of an eye, nine years later, it is already a strange place to visit again, and the placement of many bookshelves has changed.
He had no choice but to be patient, search and read slowly.
Just as he was browsing through a martial arts skill, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears came over.
Lin Mu recognized that this was Feng Yan, the steward of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and didn't care. After all, as a steward, it was normal for him to appear in the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yan stopped in front of him.
"Lin Mu, I haven't seen you for many years." Feng Yan seemed to say hello, but in fact his words were full of sarcasm.
I haven't seen him for many years, which is tantamount to saying that Lin Mu is useless and can only practice higher-level martial arts because his cultivation speed is too slow.
Lin Mu could naturally tell that Feng Yan had bad intentions and frowned slightly: "Manager Feng, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"You haven't been here for so many years, so you must be unfamiliar with many of the rules of the Martial Arts Pavilion."
Feng Yan said with a straight face, "But the family has regulations. If you want to borrow martial arts skills, you must first be familiar with the rules of the martial arts pavilion."
There is such a rule in the family, but it is just a show. It only requires a general understanding. No one will really be familiar with it step by step.
There is no need to doubt that Feng Yan is just trying to make things difficult for him.
However, every word of Feng Yan's words made sense and made it impossible for anyone to find fault. Lin Mu had no choice but to hold back his anger: "Manager Feng, please tell me."
"Martial Arts Pavilion has five floors."
Feng Yan said calmly: "The first level is low-grade martial arts, including Chuanbu Fist, Bench Palm, Hundred Flowers Fist, Cross Kick..."
"The second level is middle-level martial arts, including six-step Sanshou, silk-winding skills, and iron head skills..."
"The third level is high-grade martial arts..."
"The fourth level is yellow level martial arts..."
Just introducing martial arts, Feng Yan talked for a long time.
Lin Mu finally understood Feng Yan's intention, which was obviously to delay time. Feng Yan's next words further confirmed his thoughts: "You only need to understand these things, but you need to be familiar with the rules."
As he spoke, he took out a book: "This is a summary of the rules of the Martial Arts Pavilion. Read it carefully. If you are familiar with it, you can come to me. I will go to other places to take a look first."
"Feng Yan, one day I, Lin Mu, will cut you into pieces."
Feng Yan must have ulterior motives for stalling like this. But what Lin Mu couldn't stand even more was Feng Yan's attitude of teasing him. People who practice martial arts are not afraid of getting hurt, but they must not be teased or humiliated.
As for this rule, he would naturally not be stupid enough to actually read it. Unless he had memorized the book, it was not up to Feng Yan to decide whether he was familiar with it or not.
"Feng Yan, why are you delaying?"
After calming down, Lin Mu began to think rationally, "I remembered that in order to prevent someone from secretly memorizing martial arts skills, the family limited the time that everyone can stay in the martial arts pavilion. They can only stay at most three hours at a time, and every half month, they can only stay in the martial arts pavilion for a maximum of three hours.
I can enter the martial arts pavilion once."
"Could Feng Yan want to delay it for three hours and prevent me from choosing martial arts?"
Thinking of this, Lin Mu's murderous intention became more determined, and preventing him from pursuing martial arts was no less than a blood feud for him.
"But Feng Yan, do you really think this can hinder me?"
Lin Mu sneered. He was really helpless before, but now, he has the eyes of the sky and can see directly. Even through the bookshelf, he can still see the contents of those books clearly.
Heavenly Eyes, open!
Suddenly, his gaze penetrated all obstacles and easily fell on the words in those martial arts books.
"It's so cool."
With the intention of relieving his anger, Lin Mu quickly "flicked through" the books.
Huh?
Wait, something seems wrong?
After flipping through a few books, Lin Mu suddenly paused and felt something strange.
But after thinking about it carefully, I couldn't figure it out, so I just shook my head and prepared to continue reading the next book.
The moment he looked away, his head froze.
"this……"
The books from before appeared clearly in his field of vision, as if there was a transparent light curtain in the void in front of him.
What's even weirder is that as he moves his thoughts, the books will automatically flip through, and the words inside are clearly visible.
Suddenly, Lin Mu was shocked: "My eyes can actually copy what I see?"
Originally, even if Feng Yan didn't delay, he could only stay for three hours. It would be difficult to read even half of the books on the first floor of the martial arts pavilion.
In this case, the chance of choosing a martial skill that suits you is really slim.
Because of this, the martial arts practiced by many family members are not the most suitable for them.
Now Lin Mu doesn't have this problem. No matter what martial arts he has, just copy them first. There will be plenty of time to slowly select them later.
"Quick, quick."
Lin Mu spent half an hour to copy all the sixty-two low-grade martial arts on the first level.
Then, his gaze penetrated the pavilion, and he spent another hour copying the thirty-five middle-grade martial arts on the second floor.
He found that the higher the level of martial arts, the more difficult it was to copy.
Next is the third level, high-grade martial arts. Lin Mu continues to use the clairvoyance of the Heavenly Eye, and he can see at a glance that there are only sixteen high-grade martial arts in total.
After copying the third-level martial arts, nearly an hour and a half passed, and I could no longer stay in the martial arts pavilion.
Although Lin Mu still wanted to copy the fourth-level Huang-level martial arts, he had no choice but to give up at the moment. Firstly, there was not enough time, and secondly, his spiritual power was almost overdrawn.
Using the Heavenly Eye is not unlimited and consumes a lot of spiritual power.
"How's it going? Are you familiar with the rules?" Just at this moment, Feng Yan's playful voice sounded again.