Xiang Yinglong is the young master of the Luoyang Martial Arts Hall, the largest martial arts hall in Qingyang County, two years older than Luo Changning, born with a tall cow and a big horse, very strong.

Luoyang Martial Arts Hall and Su Family Medical Hall naturally have a lot of business dealings, and the two families are familiar with each other after coming and going, and Xiang Yinglong and Luo Changning have grown up together since childhood and are very close.

The owner of the museum, Xiang Ao, was a lay disciple of Chixia Temple in East Dao, and later returned to his hometown to open a martial arts hall to accept apprentices to teach the hard skills of Buddhism such as King Kong is not bad. Because Xiang Ao is a lay disciple, not a Buddhist disciple, the hard skills he learned have no mental guidance and can only be regarded as a foreign martial art.

In the stage of a foreign martial artist, he can rely on his powerful body to defeat a hundred enemies, or even be invulnerable, and he is helpless in the face of internal attacks. Buddhist martial arts do not have a mental method, but are relatively powerful foreign hard skills, so they do not interfere with the acceptance of lay disciples.

On the contrary, there are many encouragements, and the left and right cannot shake the orthodox status of Buddhist disciples.

In the Yaohua Continent, there is a superficial harmony between the sect families, and they jointly denounce the people of the Demon Sect. In fact, there is constant infighting in secret, and there is a lot of friction. Buddhism is powerful, and it is naturally the object of jealousy and covetousness of all factions in martial arts.

Buddhism's martial arts have always been unfathomable, not comparable to other sects, but unfortunately the number of disciples is not large. As a martial artist, he can live hundreds of years longer than ordinary people, and how many people are willing to have peerless martial arts but can only live a vegetarian life without alcohol?

So there is the meaning of the existence of lay disciples: the core martial arts of Buddhism are not to be learned, you can only get some fur. You can eat meat, drink wine, marry a wife and have children, but you must be absolutely obedient to Buddhism. There are orders that must be achieved, and requests must be answered!

On weekdays, he gives the temple some gold and silver and cultivation resources, and the disciples who have status in the secular world also have to benefit the Buddhism. If he is attacked one day, he can let these lay disciples and the disciples under their name serve as a wall of flesh, and they can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Qianwu Zen Buddhism is headed by Dingbei Huguo Temple, and there are four sub-temples: Luoyun Temple, Fushou Temple, Chixia Temple, and Yuanshan Temple.

The status of Dingbei Huguo Temple is unbreakable, the heritage is profound, it is an ancient temple with a 10,000-year inheritance, and it is also the only martial arts force in Dingbei Province where Yandu is located. The four sub-temples below have been fighting all year round, and they have the meaning of being superior.

Luo Changning put on his coat and saw Xiang Yinglong looking at him with a constipated face, and he also felt speechless.

"What have you been thinking about all day?"

Luo Changning is twelve years old, and he has the memory of his previous life, so he naturally knows the meaning of his good brother's words. Although Xiang Yinglong looks silly and stupid, he actually has a bad stomach, and he is a master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

"Hehe, it's not like I haven't seen you for too long, brother, I'm a little excited, make fun of it!"

Xiang Yinglong put away his smirk and said, "I just heard that the skinny monkey Gao Haitian of the Holy Hand Martial Arts Pavilion beat you up, are you okay?" ”

"Hmph, do you think there's something wrong with me? Speaking of which, I would also like to thank him for giving me a blessing in disguise. ”

"That bitch raised a thing, actually bullied my brother, thinking that he had a father who was born a martial artist and could run rampant in Qiuhe Mansion! Phew, look at Grandpa, how I beat him up in three months! ”

Every leap year, Qiuhe Mansion will hold a martial arts ranking competition, and all martial arts halls will gather in Heishui County to let young disciples under the age of fifteen compete against each other.

Three months later, there will be a quadrennial ranking tournament, and more people will join the martial arts hall that has won the first place, so as to further develop and grow.

"Poof, Changning is here to wish his brother a victorious return." Xiang Yinglong has a few catties and taels, he naturally knows it.

"That's for sure." Xiang Yinglong has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has learned the magic skill of King Kong is not bad, and he is invulnerable, as long as he is not an inner martial artist, he stabs with a knife, but leaves a white spot on the epidermis.

However, that's all, in terms of level alone, it is not as good as Luo Changning, a young boy who has only practiced martial arts for two years. When Luo Changning learned the internal strength method, he could not even fight as well as the combat effectiveness after the internal force was released.

Su Mengliu Xiang Yinglong had dinner, and the two good brothers both had amazing appetites, eating meat in large gulps, making a mess.

After eating, Xiang Yinglong still wanted to stay overnight, but was kicked out of the Su family's courtyard by the collar by Qinggu.

Luo Changning looked funny, ignored his brother's request for help, and returned to the room to meditate and practice.

No knife at the head of the bed, quaint and dark, without the slightest sense of existence. Although Luo Changning has decided to practice swords, he is not like other martial artists, as long as there is no sword in his vision. Weapons, after all, are just a tool, and they cannot dominate the crowd.

Only by opening up the internal force of the meridians can it be unimpeded, and if the meridians are strong, the internal force will be explosive. The meridians are also the containers of the internal force, and the coarser the larger the capacity, so that the internal force has room to grow.

And there are many ways to increase the internal force - absorbing the internal strength of others, teaching by masters, meditating and cultivating, swallowing pills, and so on. Good internal force and comprehension can accelerate the growth of internal force.

The Xuanhuang Heart Method taught to Luo Changning by the master is the lowest level of existence in the entire Yaohua Continent, but fortunately, Luo Changning is highly talented and diligent, and his daily achievements are immeasurable.

The internal force is naturally no match for the endless flow of true qi from the aura of heaven and earth, but the deeper the internal force, the faster the breakthrough speed after being promoted to the innate level, and no martial artist will despise the cultivation of internal force.

Two hours later, Luo Changning slowly exhaled the turbidity in his body and opened his eyes.

I secretly thought in my heart: Now I still have a long way to go from the innate realm, and after I get through the second pulse of Ren Du, I have to find the inner strength of the mind to cultivate. Hey, it's a pity that the Su family is a family of Gu poisoners, and there are no martial arts cheats and all kinds of mental methods in the collection......

Although the Su family's descendants are thin, they are also a medium-sized family with a history of nearly a thousand years, and naturally there are many treasures, including the Space Jade Toad.

When he moved away from Miao Nan Road, all the valuables and heirlooms of Sujiazhuang were put into the jade toad and brought over, and there were a lot of books, but unfortunately there was no Luo Changning wanted.

I got out of bed and pushed the door open, and walked through the two corridors to the cellar.

The wine cellar is not big, but it is full of good wines and spirits.

Su Meng doesn't drink alcohol, but he loves to make wine, and most of the recipes for winemaking are from Luo Feng.

Luo Feng is a side royal family, but he doesn't need to go to the court, and he is not close to Luo Fu, who is heavy on literature and light on martial arts, except for Qingxue Domain, where he can go anywhere very freely.

A chivalrous man, going south and north, making friends. Not only have I drunk a lot of good sake, but I also have a lot of sake recipes in my hand.

On weekdays, Wen Rugong, Qinggu, and Zhongbo will drink a few glasses of Su Meng's wine, and they drink more on festival days, and they can't get off the table without three or five pots.

Luo Changning naturally drank it too, but secretly drank it. When he first started drinking two years ago, he was very uncomfortable, and he had to endure it to drink. Drink the wine as water on the Mozhi Mountain, and when you drink too much, you will taste the taste.

Since then, he has completely become a little drunkard, and every night he has to come to this wine cellar to secretly drink Su Meng's wine, and when he drinks it, he has never drunk a bowl of spirits.

Why did he secretly drink a bowl of wine every day, and his aunt didn't find out?

Luo Changning was strange in his heart, but he didn't withdraw the hand that was stretched out to the wine jar, patted off the sealing mud, and suddenly a clear aroma of wine wafted out.

In order to prevent the aroma of wine from permeating the room of Su Meng and others, he quickly picked up the porcelain cover, lifted the thick red cloth, took out the stoneware bowl in his arms, and scooped a full bowl of wine.

After a few sips, I saw the bottom of the bowl and drank it all. Luo Changning thinks that a man should be bold and atmospheric when he drinks spirits, and he is a real man when he takes a sip, and as for wine tasting, he also tastes those with low degrees.

Put down the bowl, reseal the jar, and put a few layers of kraft paper over the porcelain lid. After cleaning up the soil on the ground, he returned to the room with the jar in one hand, and after hiding it, he sat down on the soft couch and began to cultivate.

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In the atrium garden, Su Meng was half-lying on a bamboo chair, holding a wine glass and drinking slowly.

This was the second time she had drunk, and the first time was when the news of Luo Feng's death came to the Su family's courtyard. The first time no one knows, and the second time no one knows. The wine she drank was called Qing Yinzhuo, and no one in the Su family had ever drunk it, except for Su Qinqin.

Su Meng stared at the full moon in the sky stupidly, the moon was like a silver plate, the fragrance of flowers floated, she felt that she was already drunk, otherwise why would Luo Feng's face appear on the moon?

She remembered the first time she met Luo Feng at the age of twelve.

That day, she was bored sitting on the swing in Su Qinqin's yard, talking to Qinggu while swinging and waiting for her sister to come back.

My sister said she was going to bring me honey fruit, hey, when will she come back? Su Meng pouted, sullen.

"Second Miss, this time the eldest lady is going to bring you something delicious, look at what you are hungry for." Qinggu's peach blossom eyes were full of smiles and teased.

"Qinggu, you're making fun of me again!" Su Mengjiao was disgusted.

There was a noise outside the yard, the hooves of horses.

Su Meng jumped off the swing and ran to the courtyard gate with a smile: "It must be Miganguo who is back, no, it's my sister's ......"

Before he reached the door, a carriage came in, driving Zhong Bo, and Wen Rugong followed behind with a blue face.

"Uncle Zhong, is my sister in the carriage?" Su Meng asked with a probe in his head.

Phew—The carriage stopped.