At a very early age, Lin Hu began to compile martial arts secrets, but he did not practice them himself, but prepared them for those followers who experimented with martial arts.

Although he can create a new set of martial arts theories very powerfully, he does not dare to pretend to think that he is really omniscient and omnipotent.

In this world, there are too many beings who are smarter and more knowledgeable than him, and he still needs more testing experience before he can really and thoroughly perfect his martial arts theory.

It's not that Lin Hu can't practice it himself, but he considers that all martial arts are written by him, and even if he really cultivates, he can't find problems because of subjective reasons, so he has been leaving it to his followers to practice.

Lin Hu had actually studied the martial art of destroying the heart in the rivers and lakes of Xiaoao, otherwise he would not have been able to write like a god from the beginning.

Different from general martial arts, the Heart-Destroying Palm is a real inner palm technique, a palm is patted, there is not the slightest trace from the surface, but the internal force attacks, directly hitting the internal organs and meridians.

From the hand Shaoyin heart meridian invaded, through Shaochong, Shaofu, through the Shenmen, Shaohai, into the extreme spring, and then vibrated the heart and lungs to make it split.

Of course, in terms of specific practice, it is certainly not so simple, but very complicated, so complex that it cannot be described in a few words.

The internal qi of the human body is derived from the five internal organs, muscles, bones and muscles, and most of them are hidden in the eight veins of the Qi Jing and the 108 acupoints of the whole body, which operate naturally with the activities of the human body and are not controlled by external forces.

The cultivation of internal strength is a complete process of forcibly using the subjective thoughts of the human body to violate the natural operation of internal qi, so that internal qi undergoes special training and then can be used by me.

Many people just go to the gym to build their muscles with iron, but the cultivation of internal strength is thousands of times more difficult than the exercise of iron.

Iron is more of a consumption of physical strength, tired can still rest, but the cultivation of internal strength is more of a consumption of the mind, if the mind is scattered, accidentally divergent, but there will be life danger.

How to condense the internal qi, how to dissipate it, how to avoid colliding with the internal qi of other meridians, how to smoothly introduce the internal qi into the next trick, and what kind of state of mind to control the internal qi, all need to spend a hundred times more mind.

But fortunately, Lin Hu has studied this very thoroughly, and he has written more than 20,000 words in the manuscript that ordinary people look no different from the Book of Heaven.

"Whew, it's finally done. Lin Hu sighed with a long sigh.

Because the audience for this cheat may be those who have no foundation, he must write it to the best of his ability, explaining it as clearly as possible in the ordinary vernacular.

But that's it, he also doubts that those readers can understand it, but he has already remarked at the back of the cheats, "If you don't understand, welcome to explain in detail by private message." ”

Lin Hu carefully checked it from beginning to end again, confirming that there were no mistakes, and he had already written down some recent insights, he clapped his hands, "There is still one last step left, and I need to find someone to draw a few meridian operation diagrams." ”

In fact, what meridian operation chart is dispensable, everyone's physique is different, and the meridians and acupoints on the body are also different.

But this Heart-Destroying Palm is the first martial art book he wrote after his rebirth, which is of great significance, and he wants to be a little more solemn, so it is still necessary to find someone to draw a few meridian operation diagrams.

And compared to the simple large text, the slightly mysterious meridian diagram is more attractive.

It seems that there is an easel by the balcony of the living room, and there must be someone who can draw by the few people who play music outside.

As night falls, the daytime fever recedes, and the legendary charm of Jinling, the ancient capital, gradually recovers in a restless and charming atmosphere.

Ten miles of Qinhuai are brightly lit, the pavilions and pavilions surround the river embankment; the sheng song is full of wine and red birds, and the ancient books are full of black clothes.

Although this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was moved to Jiangbei, in this ten miles of Qinhuai, it seems that it has not been affected in the slightest.

The streets and alleys on both sides of the river are filled with creative bars with a wide variety of flavors and delicious snacks from almost all over the world, so even the most discerning person will find something to suit their tastes here.

Zhuo Wu is a waitress at Terror Sky, a "starry night" with a gothic horror theme.

The bar is littered with eerie skeletons, bandaged zombies, and dye-smeared blood, which is charming but wicked at first sight.

Zhuo Wu is dressed in a neat black tuxedo, dressed unconventionally, but his face is covered with a thick white foundation, and his lips are strangely dyed bright red, and his overall image is exactly the same as that of a vampire in Western legends.

In fact, he didn't want to do that, but if he worked here, he would have to dress up like this, or he would be fired.

Zhuo Wuben graduated from the history department of Jinling University with a master's degree, and usually likes traditional literature, but unfortunately, even if he is a doctor in the history department, it is very difficult to find a job with a slightly higher salary.

He came to work at this bar.

He was holding a tray and was about to deliver wine to the No. 6 VIP box, when suddenly, there was a buzzing vibration from the leggings on his lower body, Zhuo Wu frowned, but he still stopped and took out his mobile phone.

"Huh, it's been updated so quickly, and the speed of this author is a bit fast. Zhuo Wu couldn't help but sigh.

Recently, he found a half-finished novel on the MT forum, the beginning of a novel to be precise, and he was immediately attracted to traditional literature.

Although the genre of the novel is a little strange, the setting is particularly novel, and the author's style of writing is simple and atmospheric, and he has a great appetite for Zhuo Wu, just from reading between the lines, he can deduce that the person who wrote this novel must be a scholar who has read poetry and books.

He was supposed to deliver wine to his guests now, but he stood in the hallway and hesitated.

In last night's chapter "Listening to the Secret", Lin Pingzhi, the only survivor of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, eavesdropped on other people's conversations in the tavern, and when he saw the critical moment, the novel was gone, which made his anxious heart like a cat scratching.

Now that the third chapter is released, he desperately wants to open his phone to watch the plot behind, and it's too delayed to send wine or something.

Zhuo Wu glanced left and right in the dim corridor, and just saw Yan Xiaoyi walking by, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"Xiao Yi, my stomach hurts a little, help me send the wine to box six. ”

Yan Xiaoyi's hair was dyed messily, and his face was painted like a ghost, and he seemed to be unapproachable, but when he heard Zhuo Wu's request, he was very happy to take the plate.

Zhuo Wu thanked him, then hurriedly took out his mobile phone, leaned against the corridor and began to read the novel.

"At this moment, I could only hear the sound of footsteps on the street, and a group of people rushed to the scene, landing lightly, obviously from the martial arts......"

He was watching intently when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Hello, where is the VIP room No. 6?"

Zhuo Wu looked up, but found that in front of him, there was a tall and thin middle-aged man standing in front of him.

He was dressed in gray cloth and carried a wooden box covered with a black cloth behind him, a bit similar to the Chinese teacher in Jiangbei's memory of high school, and it was very strange for him to appear in a gothic horror-themed bar.

But since it's a guest, it's not wrong to wear anything, Zhuo Wu pointed with his hand, "The first box in front is." ”

"Thank you. The middle-aged man said gently and politely, with a very cordial attitude.