Fangcun Mountain.

On this side of the waterfall, there is an emaciated young man with a resolute face.

The young name is flamboyant, this year, seventeen.

Zhang Yang worshiped Shen as his teacher in the Water Curtain Cave, followed the teacher's orders, practiced his physique, and stepped into the ranks of martial artists.

Warrior, also known as a refiner. is different from the spiritual realm monks who rely on the aura to support the technique, and different from the talisman heavenly masters who are favored by the heavenly way, but they take their own body as a small world. Muscles and bones, skin, and meridians can all be used as objects of cultivation.

But it's bitter. Especially the Terran warriors.

In the folk, there is the fame of the martial arts people.

Most of the dynasties' martial champions are directly sealed to the capital, and no matter how bad they are, they are also admirals, and they are good at leading troops to fight.

The bloody clothes of the Dayan Dynasty have two martial arts champions under them. They are all "true self" warriors of the Six Realms. This does not mean that the peak combat power of a country stops here, but the martial champion needs to be in charge of the army, not just a reckless man, so he must be familiar with the enemy's strategy and arrangement.

If you really want to set foot in cultivation, most of the people choose spiritual cultivation.

The practice of the spiritual realm is not too harsh. The cultivation of opening the door to the three realms and climbing the three realms requires abundant aura, some talents, acquired efforts, and a good teacher, which is more than enough. But if you aspire to ascend to the three realms of heaven, auxiliaries, elixirs or superior medicinal materials, it is really ...... Burn money.

If you want to cultivate the talisman, it depends on whether God rewards you or not.

For the profession of martial arts, there are mixed reviews.

After all, it makes people feel that "not graceful" is too vulgar.

Finally, there is the "authentic" theory of the samurai.

A true martial artist needs to carry out "orthodox muscles and bones". Those martial arts who play with horses and fists, and those who wield swords and blades, are collectively called "fake martial artists". If you want to break through the bottleneck of the six realms of "true self", that is, think about it. Otherwise, you let those masters of the Jianghu Martial Arts Pavilion fly up to the Nine Heavens to try? Or do you just rely on your own "momentum" to break off a river and try it?

Zhang Yang was asked to walk to Fangcun Mountain on the cultivation day, insist on washing a stick of incense under the waterfall, and then climb the small hill on the opposite side and jump to the water curtain cave.

At the beginning, Zhang Yang couldn't support the "general trend" of the waterfall. I tried my best to swim to the stone platform under the waterfall, but I couldn't go up. The water flow in autumn is cool to the bones, and the body trembles after soaking for a long time.

At the end of the day, I barely finished it once.

Even worse was his severed right leg. It's a pain that pierces the soul.

Towards evening, Zhang Yang finally completed the task.

The burning sun sets on Hongze Lake, and the bright red light is lined up on the horizon. But it didn't show the warmth of the fire in front of it.

Shen put one hand on Zhang Yang's back, steaming.

Shen said, "You have a lot of hidden diseases, and you have been bumpy when you came to Thirteen Villages. Now it is necessary to 'condense' the body with spring water. After that, I will guide you to get rid of your muscles and bones. Well, that is, the opening of the governor on the rivers and lakes. ”

The flower and fruit spring here has a great origin.

The spring water came from the mainland of the Aolai country in the East China Sea, and was moved by the woman who was still "righteous and clear" at that time.

Zhang Yang snorted and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

I finally jumped over before, and in happiness, I fell back and fell down. I wanted to show my hand, but I didn't want to show my ass.

Shin began to explain the martial arts realm to the young man. It is also divided into nine realms and three realms and one layer. Zhang Yang wanted to ask if it was a "fairy realm" after the Nine Realms, and was kicked into the pool.

"Generally, it is to enter the separation of tendon realm, and then enter the bone realm. Seeing you work so hard, we'll be good together. It's just a matter of dividing the muscles and bones, isn't it easy for our chef Zhang to come here?" Shen said lightly.

As for why it is average, because some heterogeneous people are congenitally strong, and there is no need to correct the muscles and bones. Like itself.

Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, then what I am doing is also chicken, duck and fish, can it be the same as being moved? But the apprentice still squeezed out a smile, "Thank you, Master, for your love, can you knock me out, I will be stunned first when I cook fish." ”

Be Master's smile.

In fact, Zhang Yang is just joking. The practice is too hard, and I used to learn to cook and learn to have fun in the bitterness.

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There is a nine-year-old boy who escaped the famine and came to Fulu Shou to earn a living.

At the door of the store, the boy did not go to the shopkeeper to ask for leftovers. The boy said he would help in exchange for food.

I don't know how many flowers to send in a day of the shopkeeper, and I can still have backbone in such a down-and-out dress, which is rare and rare.

But......

When the shopkeeper hesitated, Master Hong, who was in charge of the shop, whispered in the shopkeeper's ear. led the boy to the back kitchen and gave him a bowl of fried rice with camphor tea and duck breast.

The young man looked at the fried rice stupidly, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Master Hong. The latter nodded, "Stay behind and do chores later."

The boy followed Master Hong to help.

Two hours a day knife work. Three large tanks of clear water. Wait for people to be tall and firewood. Thunder doesn't move. In the middle of summer, in the middle of winter, the perseverance of the young man was appreciated by Master Hong. The young man was taught his cooking skills, and it is not surprising that he will be the next person in charge of this "Fu Lu Shou".

There was an accident.

That night, a group of masters wearing brocade knives and fish and dragon costumes infiltrated and killed all the people in the store. Master Hong stuffed a recipe into Zhang Yang's arms and asked Zhang Yang to hide in the stove, and the two of them burst into tears. Master Hong picked up the kitchen knife himself and rushed out.

Zhang Yang hid his face and cried, but he didn't dare to speak out. Until you hear the wails of the intruders.

Zhang Yang was an officer and soldier.

dragged a body of ash to the lobby, only to see a man in white holding a sword and piercing the chest of the last "murderer". Zhang Yang recognized that he was staying today. I saw the white-clothed man shaking a bright sword flower in one hand, and he was in the sheath.

"We're on the run, and this gang is trying to ambush me. I'm sorry that this store has suffered an unwarranted disaster. But if you stay, you will be destroyed. The man in white meant that they left together. Zhang Yang wept in an instant and rushed towards Master Hong's corpse.

The next day, Zhang Yang buried the master and the guys in the shop, and followed Xifeng into exile.

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Zhang Yang, who came back to his senses, shook his head, took off the iron shoes on his feet, removed the two lead bars on his calves, and immersed his red, swollen and bleeding feet in this spring.

"Cool ......"

Seeing this thin boy splashing in the water, the corners of Shen's mouth curled. At the beginning, I had just learned to "change everything", turning into a frog and hiding under the water, and when the master soaked his feet, his true body appeared.

Of course, after laughing out loud, it was Master's turn to laugh.

It seems like yesterday.

The Fangcun Mountain here is naturally not the Fangcun Mountain where he learned the arts. The beauty of the sun and the moon has long been gone.

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Qingqiu was lying on a "falling cloud talisman".

Fly.

The village chief looked up at Qingqiu, rubbing his old and emaciated ear, and didn't care about the latter's cry for help, but secretly planned, "I still have to teach the method of controlling spiritual power."

Now Qingqiu, he has been able to skillfully draw the talisman of the rank of the two-money heavenly master, and it is true that the three-money talisman can be drawn, and it is also true that there is not enough spiritual power to support it.

The "Silver Moon Day and Night Talisman" that helped break through the realm before is only equivalent to the third rank in terms of rank, but it can really work...... Embarrassed. According to the words of the bamboo pole, it is chicken ribs, and there is not much meat to eat, and it is a pity to throw it away.

Now the "falling cloud talisman" studied in Qingqiu can temporarily expand the area of the talisman paper, making it as light as a feather, but it can carry the talisman to fly. At the beginning, the village chief touted it vigorously, saying "Soaring for nine days, isn't it happy?"

The village chief stopped thinking, held it with one hand, and stabilized the Qingqiu falling from the sky in the air.

After landing, Qingqiu's already white face became even paler, and he kept shaking his head, "Don't draw this, don't paint this, I'll faint before I fly to Yongzhou."

Hehe, the village chief was silent.

Look at what you've drawn so far, the blinding charm, the retreat symbol, the shrinking ground symbol. Why is it dripping, so small?

In desperation, he wanted Qingqiu to learn some "real things" to fight against the enemy. Could it be that when fighting, a "Silver Moon Day and Night Talisman" is displayed to light up the enemy?

A few grains of snow white followed the falling cloud charm and slowly floated down, left and right, swinging leisurely.

The village chief looked up, this year's winter has come a little early.

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In the distance, the formation of Wutong Mountain is quite large, like a cow turning over.

"Good guy, big enough". A handsome man in plain clothes rubbed his wrists, put a folding fan against his chin, and said with a smile, "But the killing intent is still not enough." ”

The fine phoenix punched like a mad demon, refining the killing intent, with bare hands and bare feet, and attached to the whole body with aura alone.

Just think about one thing, kill the person in front of you!

When the battle began, Hoso was hesitant. Just listen to Hai said, "You don't regard me as an opponent, how can you defeat me as an opponent?"

In fact, the promotion of ordinary spiritual realm monks to the human character is mostly against the Heavenly Dao, and the killing intent is against the enemy.

But Xi Feng wants to pursue a higher purity, and he wants to "kill people and kill himself". All he cares about most is revenge. For this matter, he is even willing to kill some "true feelings", such as his family affection for Qingqiu. In this way, they will be rewarded more by the Heavenly Dao.

Indeed, many masters of the Three Realms of Heaven will do this. But in this way, the closer you get to the Tianzi realm, the less "human" you will be.

It is also known as the high place is not cold.

Coincidentally, the "God" of the thirteen villages is the village head.

The son stepped out and disappeared into thin air, as if the huge thirteen villages were only a few feet wide.

The village chief left the thirteen villages, came to the Wutong Mountains, and chose a peak to stand.

At the moment when the son left, several "adults" in the village chief felt it, but they didn't go to the bottom of the reason, although the rules are not allowed to go out, but who set the rules?

Zi looked down at the endless mountains, and the snow was abundant.

It's a little melancholy, but it's more about reminiscing.

The old man Si Hua Nian.

Thousands of mountains fell to Pingyao snow, and Qin Shi saw this bright moon again.

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Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to hold a few grains of early snow, which were crystal clear.

"Master, I have saved some acacia flowers. Tomorrow is my birthday, shall I make locust cakes for you?" the little cook asked tentatively.

"What, want to be lazy?" Shin frowned. Of course, it's true that you want to eat it, and peaches and bananas all day long are not delicious. This kid's qualifications are a little worse, but his cooking skills are okay.

"Don't you dare, don't you dare, isn't this to let the master eat a little more and train me to be energetic!"

The Master nodded. Well, it seems that the past few days have been too light.

In fact, Qingqiu kept chattering, shouting to eat, saying that Sister Xiaoqing couldn't cook, and would only let herself eat fruit. I also fed her some bitter medicine from time to time.

At the end of the day, you don't have to go home.

Shen snapped his fingers, and the young man only felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he was in the "cold". Surprisingly, Master stayed today. said he wanted to see himself show his hand.

Zhang Yang quickly went to the corner, and there were acacia flowers in the clay pot. Knowing that Zhang Yang loves to cook, the village chief gave a lot of gadgets, and this clay pot can keep the ingredients fresh for three seasons.

Zhang Yang washed the fresh locust flowers, removed the flower stalks, and picked out the leaves. Say something as you go, "It's better to be the kind that isn't fully open yet." Such a fragrant smell. "I was a little embarrassed to realize it, but there were too few talking animals in the village.

A white mass "rolled" in, scurrying onto Shen's head and picking hair. The disciple was busy with his own work and didn't see it, but the master didn't care.

When Zhang Yang turned around and was about to go to the stove to make a fire, Rolling immediately jumped on his head.

Shen twitched the corners of his mouth. However, he still used his means, and an open flame jumped and flickered at his fingertips, flicking his fingers into the stove, and burning without roots.

Zhang Yang blanched the washed locust flowers in a pot and waited until they turned green for about 30 breaths. Remove the cool water. Several movements are extremely eye-catching, and only the hands are familiar.

Squeeze out the water, add a little salt to the blanched acacia flowers, beat an egg, put in an appropriate amount of flour, and finally pour it into the Huaguo Mountain Spring and stir. In the end, Shen's eyelids jumped.

Only then did he raise his eyebrows, and then he lowered his eyebrows.

Zhang Yang poured the acacia batter into the pot and flattened evenly. Cover the pot with a lid and turn the cake over after half a stick of incense, smearing the golden side with homemade jam. Wait for half a stick of incense and do so. When it was about to come out of the pot, the fragrance overflowed, and Shen wanted to come forward to take a look, and as soon as his butt left the bench, Qingqiu followed the smell and pushed the door in, and rushed straight to the stove. Rubbing his hands together and stepping straight with his feet, especially when his eyes are shining, he is almost close to Shen's magical powers.

The master had no choice but to sit down and cough twice. It's a pity that only his own apprentice turned his head in embarrassment, and the girl didn't hear it, just stared at the lid of the pot, and almost stuck her head into the pot.

In this different "world", there are also lights and people.