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It was still under the Bodhi tree, an old man and a young man were sitting opposite each other, each other closing their eyes and contemplating, as if they were both contemplating something.

"Master Mo, today's meditation homework has been completed, next, is it to practice boxing or explain the medical book?" Half an hour later, Tie Xuan got up leisurely, bowed down to the grass hut and asked.

Since Tie Xuan was injured in the mountains more than two months ago, Master Mo not only took good care of him but also began to teach him some knowledge about medical science.

At first, Tie Xuan thought that Master Mo wanted to accept him as a disciple to inherit his mantle, but after asking, he learned that Master Mo had no such intention, only saying that he had talent, and secondly, once he practiced martial arts, he was afraid that he would have to hurt his muscles and bones in the future, and he could heal himself without being around after learning some medical skills.

For Master Mo's heart, he is naturally not easy to refuse, not to mention Master Mo's one-handed medical skills, no one in the village wants to learn, but no one has been taught, he Tie Xuan can have this blessing, he really has to laugh out loud when he sleeps and dreams.

Therefore, in the past two months, he has been by his side every day to seek advice, even if he doesn't even go to the martial arts training ground in the village, of course, Master Mo has already greeted his head in this matter.

Later, Master Mo taught him the method of meditation, saying that a person who practices medicine must maintain a calm mind at all times in order to diagnose and treat patients, and he agrees with this, although he does not think that just sitting under the Bodhi tree and closing his eyes and dreaming is useless.

"Martial arts cannot be abolished, this is the foundation of your future survival, after the fight, come to listen to my lecture under the Bodhi tree. Mo Zaiti's indifferent voice slowly came out of the grass shed, and after speaking, there was no sound in the grass shed.

"Yes, Master Mo. Tie Xuan replied respectfully, and after holding a salute, he turned around and went straight into the martial arts training ground not far from the grass shed, saying that it was a martial arts training ground, but in fact, it was only paved with dozens of bluestone slabs, and this was the result of Tie Xuan's labor in the past two months. Although the place is not big, and the martial arts training ground is empty and empty, it is enough for Tie Xuan, who is just practicing his fists and feet.

The scorching sun is in the sky, the bluestone slab is steaming directly from the sun, and there is not even a ghost shadow on the empty martial arts training ground, and in the scorching summer of August, only the surrounding trees are left to build a nest here without knowing the tiredness of the scream, and the cry is short and long, as if it is also protesting why this God has to face the common people with such a volcanic hot face.

Tie Xuan slowly walked to the middle of the martial arts training ground, concentrating on his breath, silently reciting the boxing technique that he had already been familiar with in his mind, and then moved sideways, and the move was already unleashed like flowing water.

Tie Xuan's boxing method is the iron line boxing he chose in the martial arts pavilion two months ago, after a long time of practice, he can now play the iron line fist eighty-four styles completely.

At this moment, on the huge martial arts training ground, I saw Tie Xuan's figure following each other, changing his steps with his hands, his body was like a rudder, flexible and changeable, and it could be said that he had already learned the essence. It's just that because of his young age and lack of heat, it is difficult to combine rigidity and softness in his moves, and his heart is not strong, and if he fights against others, he is afraid that it will be difficult to exert one-tenth of the power of this punch.

After practicing this fist five times, Tie Xuan's smooth forehead was already sweating and panting, he knew that his body had reached the limit, if he forcibly continued to practice, he was afraid that it would be light, and it would hurt his muscles and bones.

However, when he thought that he had been trapped in the quenching realm for two months but had not been able to make the slightest inch, he had a stubborn force in his heart out of thin air, and the force came from the heart, and in an instant, the body got up again, and the iron fist was used again.

The already exhausted body was once again burdened, which made Tie Xuan's pace no longer the chic and freehand at the beginning, but shook violently, like a drunkard about to get drunk.

And when the sweat flowed in front of his eyes and slipped into his eyes, an indescribable sourness aggravated Tie Xuan's physical and mental suffering, only causing Tie Xuan's immature face to wrinkle tightly, his teeth also clenched his lips, and the slightly oozing blood slowly flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Mo Zai, who had been watching all the activities of Tie Xuan not far away, frowned slightly, and his old face showed a little worry.

"This kid has told him a long time ago that he should not force everything, but his temperament is still so stubborn, alas. Mo Zaiti sighed helplessly, his fists hidden in his sleeves clenched slightly, and the joints of his fingers became a little white due to exertion.

"Rigidity and softness, rigidity and softness, but how to combine rigidity and softness?" Tie Xuan played the iron fist with one move, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he pondered the trick of turning the iron fist from rigid to soft.

"Iron fist, its hard as iron, its soft as a line, hence the name of the iron fist. In addition to paying attention to the twelve bridge hands, the pronunciation is the most important for the strength and the seven emotions, and the pronunciation of each style is mainly to regulate the five internal organs and six internal organs, the internal organs are adjusted, the circulation of qi and blood is orderly, the yin and yang are harmonious, and the strength can reach the inside and outside, and obtain the effect of strengthening the muscles and bones. ”

Recalling the old man's reminder to him when he left the Martial Arts Pavilion that day, Tie Xuan was very grateful in his heart, but he still couldn't understand the meaning of the eight words of the Iron Wire Fist 'its hard as iron, and its soft as a line', and the moves in his hand became more and more slow.

Suddenly, Tie Xuan heard a 'snap' sound in his ears, and his hand seemed to be in contact with something, and when he looked at it, it turned out that a drop of rain was dripping from the sky and falling on his fist.

"Uh, it's raining?" Tie Xuan's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion, why did the sky that was still scorching just now suddenly darken, and before he could think about it, one drop after another of rain fell on his raised cheeks, and suddenly a cold feeling hit.

Looking at the misty sky, the rain fell like beads with broken threads, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in Tie Xuan's mind, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something.

"It's soft like a line, it's soft like a line... I see, I see, hahaha. Tie Xuan looked up to the sky and laughed, the moves in his hand did not stop, but if someone who knows the goods is here, he can see that the iron fist used by Tie Xuan now has a little more charm in it after a momentary transformation.

Mo Zaiti, who was peeking on the other side, saw that Tie Xuan's steps were getting more and more messy, he really couldn't help it, he wanted to rush out to give his disciple a little help, even if it might cause him a lot of trouble after making a move this time.

However, just before he was about to rush out, his form suddenly changed, and he only heard a few hearty laughs, and then he saw Tie Xuan not far away suddenly shake his whole body, and the sound of thunderbolts came from his muscles and bones.

This movement was not big, but it just happened to reach the ears of Mo Zaiti, who was paying attention to him, and then Tie Xuan continued to use the moves of the Iron Fist without hurrying.

"This... Cultivation actually broke through at this time?" "Rao is Mo Zai, who has been in an ancient state of mind for many years, and he can't help but feel a little stunned when he first sees this unbelievable scene.

Fortunately, it was only a moment, and he realized the crux of the problem - Tie Xuan's understanding was by no means ordinary, otherwise it would be impossible to break free from the shackles and break through the limit when his strength was exhausted.

After all, the way of martial arts, the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, not only by diligence, talent, but also by resources, of course, what is more indispensable is qualification.

And Mo Zaiti watched Tie Xuan grow, his diligence and talent don't need to be said, but there is no such resource at all. There is no way, the children in the mountains can eat enough, and even if they burn high incense in a martial arts academy, where can there be any other leftovers, not to mention that the Tie Xuan family in front of him is even more difficult.

Although there are endless demon beasts in the mountains that can be exchanged for huge amounts of wealth, but that is not something that can be obtained by the hunting team in the village, and their captain Tie Zheng is only a ninth-order warrior now, and he can barely save his life under the attack of second-order low-level demon beasts.

And if there is no corresponding strength to fight the idea of those demon beasts in the mountains, the predecessors have left them with too many bloody lessons, and these facts tell the people in the mountains a truth: there is no free lunch in the world.

So when this scene happened in front of him, Mo Zaiti was surprised and suddenly realized that although his disciple was not very talented, his comprehension in martial arts was definitely very comparable。。。。。。

Thinking of this, Mo Zaiti's heart faintly had a surging impulse, and in the depths of his memory, the idea that had been hidden in the depths of his heart resurfaced in his mind.

It's just that in the next moment, he didn't dare to guess any further, and the light in the depths of his eyes slowly dimmed.

The talent that Tie Xuan is showing now is certainly not weak, but if he wants to compare with that person, I am afraid that there is still a world of difference, not to mention who can guarantee that Tie Xuan's growth process will be smooth, hasn't that person also been heard from for many years, will his cultivation stagnate.

Hope is good, but the reality is that the hammer that breaks that mirror will smash everything to pieces.

When Mo Zaiti left silently, Tie Xuan, who was not far away, didn't know what all this was happening, he was still excitedly practicing boxing techniques in order to break through his physical limits and advance his martial arts, skillfully and jerkily trying to master this unfamiliar power.

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