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Tong Qiang woke up at this time, secretly glanced at the drunken man, and secretly said in his heart that I will not participate in this old man's activities in the future, otherwise I will have a concussion sooner or later.

It was too late, because Mu Jing and Tong Qiang were inner disciples, not as leisurely as the core disciples, and they had daily tasks assigned by the sect to do every day, so they got up and prepared to leave.

Shu Yilan is actually quite rare and doesn't rest so late, today is an exception.

After the four of them left their communication numbers, Tong Qiang saw that Wen Yiming had no intention of leaving, so he contracted the two daughters to go back to the inner disciple area together.

If it weren't for the storage belt promised by the drunken man, Wen Yiming would not be with this old man who lost his share.

Seeing that a few people had gone away, Wen Yiming turned around and couldn't help but be happy when he saw the drunken man's movements.

I saw that this old man who was a foodie was bored, and he was holding a thin skewer with grilled fish and picking up green onions on the plate to drink.

Wen Yiming really couldn't imagine how a white-haired old man with such a burly figure could be like this with the appearance of a fairy wind bone.

"I said old man, can you still have a little bottom line?" Wen Yiming endured most of the night, and he really didn't need to endure it anymore.

"Huh?" the drunken man picked a green onion and fed it to his mouth, and smashed it, "Boy, why don't you leave?"

"Don't talk nonsense, we swore by high-fives, quickly bring me the storage belt, I have to go back to rest!" Wen Yiming really didn't want to mess with this foodie again.

The drunken man's drunken eyes were hazy, "What storage belt, what high-five as an oath?"

Wen Yiming was furious, if he didn't know that he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to jump up and beat the old man hard, and then snatch the treasure and leave.

After thinking about it, forget it! There is no evidence, high-fives to swear that he doesn't even believe in this thing, and he is worried about this dead-faced foodie.

"Old man, you are really good!" Wen Yiming gave a thumbs up, and his eyes rolled slightly, "When the master wants to make a hundred and eight Manchu Han banquets in the future, I will notify you every time." Now it seems that it is not necessary. You eat your green onions slowly, the master won't accompany you. ”

"Huh?"

As soon as the drunken man heard about the full Han Dynasty, there were one hundred and eight ways, obediently! This is incredible! A pair of old eyes were shining, and he turned around, jumped up and stopped in front of Wen Yiming, and said with a smile: "Boy, I don't understand humor, the old man is in charge of the twin cities, when did what he said not count? Isn't it just a storage belt, you wait!"

Wen Yiming said secretly, it seems that this old man's weakness is really strange. As he thought, he sat back down again.

The drunken man waved his big hand on his waist, and after taking out a bunch of things from his belt, he directly threw the belt on his waist to Wen Yiming.

"Take it, don't forget the old man if there are activities in the future, hum!" The drunken man seemed to be very dissatisfied with Wen Yiming's careful thinking.

Wen Yiming caught the storage belt that still had residual warmth, and his heart blossomed. This is something that only existed in novels before, but I didn't expect that I would be useful for a day, wahaha.

Wen Yiming really loves this storage belt, and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

The belt is extremely finely crafted, knitted with silver threads and white threads, but smooth as jade when touched, and the square buckle at the end is crystal clear, but it is not made of gold and jade.

Wen Yiming didn't say a word, just picked up his clothes and tied them around his waist. It's strange to say, I thought that with the drunken man's five big and three thick people, it would be a little inappropriate to use it myself, but I didn't expect that when the interface was closed on the buckle, it magically automatically absorbed and tightened, as if it was tailor-made and comfortable.

"Okay, don't be stinky!" Seeing Wen Yiming open his clothes and deliberately exposing his belt outside and walking around, the drunken man was angry.

"Hehe!" Wen Yiming's depression all night had long since disappeared, and he arched his hand towards the drunken man, and said, "Old man, thank you!"

The drunken man snorted, what did he think, Wen Yiming's face was full of villains, where was there a little gratitude.

Wen Yiming was secretly amused in his heart, this old man is actually quite cute in addition to protecting food, haha!

Sitting next to the drunken man, Wen Yiming gently stroked the 'hard-won' storage belt and asked, "Old man, how to use this belt, how to put things in and out?"

The drunken man took a sip of old wine, rolled his eyes, and said, "Ten are called chickens, and I will teach you! ”

Wen Yiming's good feelings disappeared in an instant, "You can come out with the ingredients, otherwise you don't have to talk about it." I don't believe no one knows!"

"Deal!" The drunken man finally turned his twisted head around and said, "The jade buckle of this belt is a storage space, and it needs to be guided by true qi and thoughts. All you need to do is move your mind and cooperate with the True Qi Guidance in your hand to load items. ”

Seeing Wen Yiming's eagerness to try, the drunken man added, "The martial artist can only use it later." ”

Wen Yiming buttoned up his clothes in frustration, "I also have true qi now, why can't I?"

"The true qi in the refining period is not pure, and the activated spiritual consciousness cannot strengthen the mind, and after being promoted to a martial artist, the true qi in the body is compressed and extremely refined, and the mind can also produce a trace of induction, that is, spiritual power. In this way, the storage space can be really stimulated. ”

After the drunken man entered the formal conversation, he seemed to be a different person, and he was not angry and arrogant.

"Little guy, by the way, you only refined the fifth layer last time, why did you become the ninth layer after a few days?" the drunken man looked at Wen Yiming's eyes seriously.

Wen Yiming sighed, I don't know why, although this drunken man doesn't have many contacts, and he usually doesn't have a proper way like a child, he has an unreasonable trust in the drunken man. Therefore, the events of the past few days, even including the choice of "No Self" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the realization of the gun intent of "who else is me", have not been concealed at all.

"I see!" A hint of imperceptible relief flashed in the drunken man's eyes, and he nodded: "The medicinal power left over from the Xue Feng Di Yuan Dan has been consumed, and it is enough to help you gain to the seventh layer of the martial artist. However, comprehending the improvement brought by the gun intent and the Ice Spirit Platform depends on chance after all. Therefore, it is difficult to say whether the Battle of the Twin Cities will be able to break through to the samurai period a year later. ”

Wen Yiming also knew that the recent promotion was completely based on foreign objects, and if he really wanted to break through to the samurai stage in a year, he didn't have any bottom in his heart.

"By the way, whether our martial arts cultivation is mainly based on meditation. Wen Yiming suddenly remembered two doubts after practicing "No Self".

The drunken man tilted his head sideways and glanced at Wen Yiming, "Then what do you think?" meditate and absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi with spiritual thoughts, and then turn it into True Qi and store it in the Dantian Qi Sea. Such a basic question is also to amuse the old man, hum!"

Wen Yiming hurriedly scratched his head to hide his embarrassment with flattery, and said, "Hehe! senior, I want you to be in charge of the twin cities, and you have every opportunity." The kid is just curious, could it be that all the martial arts cultivators in the Heavenly Gift Continent are cultivated like this? With so many exercises, there is no other way to improve one's cultivation?"

The drunken man tilted his head and said, "The orthodox exercises are all based on meditation and absorbing vitality, and the only difference is that the mental methods of operation are different. Of course, there are some exercises that are not included in the list of evil sects, but this is a minority. ”

Wen Yiming really wanted to hug the drunken man at this time!

Sure enough, the cultivation method of the inner family fist will be unique.

This can't help but be ecstatic. You must know that the inner fist is based on the pile method, mobilizing the coordination of the whole body, the external millions of pores and the muscles and bones of various parts of the subcortex fit at the same time, and the internal organs are also coordinated with the breathing contraction and agitation;

Moreover, in addition to the pile method, when cultivating the fist path of the inner fist, not only can the internal strength and true qi be tempered while improving the cultivation, but also can improve the combat effectiveness of both martial arts and techniques. It can be said that Wen Yiming's current cultivation system is that cultivation and combat effectiveness go hand in hand.

In the traditional martial arts of the Heavenly Continent, it takes a lot of time to meditate and improve its cultivation, and all it obtains is untempered true qi, and it also has to take time out to cultivate martial arts alone.

At this point, Wen Yiming's cultivation system saved valuable time that could not be ignored. The martial arts of the Tianci Continent are the cultivation of exercises and martial arts separately, while the inner fist is carried out at the same time.

This point is very important, as the so-called 'practice of boxing without practice is empty, and practice without practice of boxing is like a rudder ship.' ’

The cultivation of martial arts is the practice of martial arts, and the martial arts is the practice of boxing; once practiced separately, it is easy to favor one side. This is also the reason why many cultivators who have been cultivating behind closed doors all the year round can't beat the martial cultivators who are lower than their own cultivation; this is the reason why they focus on cultivation and ignore combat effectiveness. There will be no such drawbacks in the inner boxing, because it is a simultaneous cultivation of both, and no matter how high the cultivation is, the combat effectiveness will not fall.

What's more important is that the majesty of the internal strength true qi cultivated by Wen Yiming is not at all comparable to the true qi obtained from meditation and cultivation. The purity and condensation between the two are not at the same grade at all.

The drunken man suddenly shuddered for no reason, and a gourd slammed on Wen Yiming's head, and shouted, "Why are you laughing so much?"

Wen Yiming covered his head with one hand, secretly said how he got carried away, and hurriedly said, "Senior, I'm thinking about a problem." How many meridians do you think there are in this person's body? Do they have names? Could there be anything smaller than that on these meridians?"

The drunken man was stunned when he heard this, and his heart jumped violently, as if something was caught, and disappeared after a while, and after a while, he turned his head and looked at Wen Yiming in surprise.

"Boy, the old man has to admit your thinking and comprehension!" The drunken man narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Wen Yiming's thoughts, and continued: "In the Heavenly Continent, there have been several historical masters who have hypothesized your similar problems regarding the understanding of the meridians of the human body; five hundred years ago, the last Heavenly God of War made great contributions in this regard. ”

Wen Yiming's heart sank, and he thought to himself, could it be that this world already has a meridian acupoint theory?

The last God-given God of War!

Could it be that the Heaven-Sent Continent has not had a Heaven-Sent God of War of the Ninth Realm for five hundred years?