"The Three Movers of the Taiping are the basis for the practice of the Taiping Technique, which I created after studying many footwork, taking its essence, discarding its dross, and integrating it into the whole。。。。。。 ”

Lang hattian carefully put every word into his eyes, in addition to the text part, there are also a lot of hand-drawn illustrations, a few simple strokes, with lines to outline the vivid characters, the Taiping three movements of the footwork disassembled, so that anyone can easily understand.

"All practitioners of the Taiping Essentials must remember that they do not pursue the power of the soul to the extreme, so as to put the cart before the horse. For those who want to practice peace, the cultivation of the mind is the first, the cultivation of the body is secondary, and the cultivation of the soul is the bottom, so that the heart is free of distractions, and it is not bound by other laws, and it can be achieved. ”

This is the end of the first part, and there is not much space.

Lang hattian closed the book, concentrated his mind, combined the key to the Taiping Three Moves Footwork in his mind and the things he had realized in the Lei Gang Mountain Square a few days ago, and slowly moved closer to that ethereal realm.

The Taiping Three Movements take every three steps as a basis, three steps and one cycle, from simple to complex. Lang hated Tian lifted up the placket of his clothes, first stepped out to the right, then stepped back with his left foot, and stepped on his right foot again to where his left foot was. At this time, he was facing the direction of his original back.

Then, his pace became faster and faster, and a thin layer of sweat crept down his forehead. By the time he stopped panting, he had no strength, but in the process, Lang Hatian never found the ethereal feeling of that day.

"It's because ... I can't use the power of the soul, but my predecessors said that I don't need the power of the soul to really learn the art of peace。。。。。。 ”

Lang hated the sky and looked at his hands, trying to calm his mood.

"No, there must be a trick to it, I haven't mastered it yet. ”

After a brief rest, the figure of Lang Hatian once again swept over the stone cliff, and he practiced desperately, unwilling to give up a chance to become stronger. It was getting dark, but he still had no intention of stopping. The tombs made of stones became more solemn in the setting sun, like an old man, silently watching.

The birds returned to their nests one after another, and the disciples in the sect also finished their day's practice, and Lei Gang Mountain became quiet, but in a pavilion on the mountainside, a woman's sharp question suddenly came out.

"What are you talking about, Zai Peng, don't be kidding, Lang hated his injuries, is it really so serious!?"

"Sister Yuelan, don't worry, this is just the worst case, judging from my many years of experience in medicine, I am afraid that Lang Hate Tian is really bad luck this time, but I don't dare to make a conclusion, so I will only tell you about this matter. ”

"That kid obviously didn't use soul power when he ascended the heavenly steps this time, and although the elders attacked lightly and severely, everyone was watching, how could it be that there was no elder who injured his soul with a dead hand。。。。。。 ”

"What you said is not wrong, I can also prove this, but in my opinion, this child's injuries are caused by himself?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sister Yuelan, do you remember that when this kid ascended the last few heavenly steps, his state was slightly different from before?"

"Zai Peng, what do you mean。。。。。。 ”

"I met with Xu Zhiyuan once a few days ago, and he mentioned this matter in a conversation, saying that at that time, Lang Hattian's body underwent some strange changes, much more solid than ordinary people, as soon as he made a move, it was like hitting an iron plate, Xu Zhiyuan thought that he had practiced some special exercises at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't detect any signs of soul power running at all, so I felt that Lang Hattian's injury was caused by his self-destruction of his soul. ”

"Self-destructing soul, this speculation is too outrageous, don't say it's a hatred of the sky, even if a slightly more normal person will not joke with his soul!"

"Sister, my speculation is well-founded, do you remember the Soul Eater Method?"

"Why don't you remember, that Soul Devouring Method is one of the most vicious methods, I heard Master talk about it when I was a child, and now it's all forbidden arts?"

"Yes, the Soul Eater method strengthens the body functions at the cost of one's own soul, and can obtain powerful strength in a short period of time, and at the same time, the body becomes as hard as iron and stone, and ordinary swords cannot hurt it. ”

Speaking of which, Cui Yuelan understood a little, but she still didn't want to believe it.

"There will definitely be a way, such a big Lei Gangshan, I don't believe that even a child can't be healed. After speaking, Cui Yuelan turned around and left.

"Eh, Sister Cui, where are you going?"

"Go to the Haojing Pavilion, I want to consult the ancient books, I can always find them!"

Xiong Zaipeng knew that he couldn't stop her, so he could only let her go.

"I hope it's rewarding. ”

After that, he also cheered up, turned his head to the second floor, and continued to study.

"For the sake of Brother Yinghao, I will also try my best to cure you. ”

A long time passed in the blink of an eye, and Lang hated Tian set off early every day to go to the stone cliff, although it took several hours on the road each time, but he regarded it as a practice. In these days, Cui Yuelan has not been heard from, and Xiong Zaipeng has never looked for him.

This made Lang Hatian faintly worried in his heart, and he could probably guess his current situation. It's just that he doesn't want to give up, and desperately practices the Taiping Technique, hoping that one day a miracle will happen.

But this day seems so far away.

Another day, he flashed his figure on the stone cliff, the key to the three movements of Taiping, Lang hated the sky can already be recited backwards, and those footsteps, he can also be said to be engraved in his heart, but that ethereal feeling has never appeared again.

"If the heart is not quiet, how can you succeed?"

He sat down on the ground with a thud, looking at his hands with a wry smile, knowing that he couldn't get over this hurdle at all. Punch after punch, he smashed into the rock wall beside him, and the rubble fell in a plop, and he smashed out one hole after another.

Lang hated the sky and looked at his unscathed fist, surprised.

"Why is this happening, when did your body become so hard?"

What does this have to do with the disappearance of one's soul?

Lang hated the sky and couldn't figure it out, and he knew that this was not necessarily a good sign, so he could only stand up and cultivate again. Until, exhausted and sweaty, he fell to the ground, panting for air. The cool evening breeze blew and made him shiver all over his body, and also made his spirit numb.

"It's useless, it's not useful at all。。。。。。 ”

He took the book out of his bosom, put it in his hand, looked at it and looked at it, and then slammed it to the ground.

"I can't even learn the most basic Taiping Three Movements, so what can I talk about inheriting the mantle of my predecessors!"

The evening breeze is illiterate and is flipping through the pages. There was a cry in Lang Hattian's ears, from far and near. He subconsciously raised his head and saw an object falling not far from him.

It was a bird, and it looked like it was injured. It was about the size of the palm of its own hand, and Lang hated the sky and couldn't name the bird. One of its wings was sticky with blood, and its steps were staggering, and it had just stood up, and then lay on the ground, and could no longer fly.

The bird has gray feathers mixed with black stripes, which is very beautiful, but this gray and black, in the current situation, adds a little loneliness to it.

Lang hated Tian walked over, held it in the palm of his hand, and carefully examined its wounds, only to find that it was very badly injured. Its leg bones were completely broken, and a large opening opened in the connection between its wings and body.

I'm afraid this bird won't be able to fly anymore.

A sense of sympathy suddenly rose in Lang Hatian's heart, and he held it tightly in his arms. The latter didn't seem to feel afraid, and his watery black eyes flashed as he looked curiously at the strange fellow in front of him. Lang hattian built a nest for him under the stone wall with gravel, and laid it with hay.

Finally, there is a living creature that can accompany him to relieve his boredom, and the indescribable joy in Lang Haotian's heart at this time has been temporarily swept away.

The sunset was about to completely set, so he bandaged the bird's legs and wings with strips of cloth before returning to Leigang Mountain with peace of mind. Lang hattian is suddenly looking forward to tomorrow.