The sea was calm, and on a low hill not far from the shore, Yang Fan, who was held hostage by Bu Laodao, panted and fell on a boulder. Crazy, simply crazy. Just now, the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves on the low mountain simply made people reverie infinitely, as if it was the kind of moaning of pain and happiness.

Bu Laodao squatted to the side and persuaded bitterly: "This set of ten sections of brocade, you have to insist on practicing every day, and one day, you will develop internal strength." There's no way, your foundation is weak, your roots are not good, and you're older, so you can only make up for it diligently. ”

Yang Fan, who was paralyzed on the ground, was about to shed tears. It was not that he was moved by the old man's careful teaching, but his whole body was so sore that his nose twitched, "Just learn to say it, Lao Tzu was almost broken by your bones!" The screams that just produced were caused by Yang Fan being tortured to learn Shiduanjin.

In Bu Laodao's hands, Yang Fan was like a piece of hard and dry plasticine, and he naturally rubbed it over. Yang Fan felt as if his body was falling apart, and he couldn't lift any limbs at all. Bu Laodao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said angrily: "You think I am willing!" Just opened up the muscles and bones for you, not to mention the internal force that was lost, even the old bones of Lao Dao were almost broken. You still complain about this, complain about that, it's really cheap and good. In the future, the old Taoist will stare at you every day, and if you can't practice well, just like today, you will come ten times a day. It's up to you to do it yourself. ”

Yang Fan's face tensed, and he begged for mercy: "Senior." You and I have no grievances in the past and no hatred in the near future, and I casually made a name at the beginning, but I didn't expect to catch up with your seniors, and I really didn't mean to curse my predecessors to return to heaven for a hundred years. You see, I'm not good either, that's not good, it's not the monk's material at all, so don't bother. ”

Bu Laodao hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll tell you about this matter anyway in the future." At the beginning of the founding of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect, a set of martial arts techniques were handed down, and it is a bit far-fetched to even say that it is a class of martial arts. Because the boundaries of martial arts have been surpassed. ”

"Senior, you really want to talk about it. Do you have to tell me in the future, in fact, there are still immortals in this world? In addition to not doubting Lao Dao's skills, Yang Fan didn't believe much of the bad things he said. Just a pull. His neck rattled as if it were broken.

"This martial art, if it is said that it is immortal, it is not unavoidable. This technique is called lightning channeling. ”

Yang Fan got up and said, "Senior, I've beaten you too." I had to go beforehand. If you want to see a doctor, you can come to Beijing to find me. I'll definitely ask the best doctor in Kyoshi to show you. "When you are older, you will inevitably have Alzheimer's. Thunder channeling, I'll go, people have started to fool like this in these years?

"This thunder trick was left by Chongyangzi back then. When he handed it over to Patriarch Qiu, he said, 'If you are not a person who is not a person in the world, you must not practice this technique'. Therefore, since the beginning of the teaching, only one person has learned it. Most monks consider luck to be extraordinary. They all died under the thunder. This may be one of the reasons for the decline of the Dragon Sect. ”

After hearing this, Yang Fan finally understood what it meant to pretend to be B, and what it meant to pretend that B was struck by lightning. Live well, what kind of thunder, Lei is looking for you to provoke you, it's really idle and painful, and there is nothing to find guilt.

"Only one person has cultivated the first half, and he will enter the congenital great perfection and be proud of the rivers and lakes for 200 years."

Yang Fan is now all in and out of Alzheimer's. Old man in need of care to chat. Such an old man can't be stimulated, it's best to follow him, otherwise he will only get more and more demented...... "Who." Such a. Thunder led down and didn't kill him? ”

Bu Laodao nodded and said, "A sloppy real person who became famous earlier than Huang Daozi, Wudang Zhang Sanfeng." If you think about it, just half of the Thunder Channeling Technique is already an innate Great Perfection, and if you achieve great cultivation. The old way guessed that it would be able to reach the heavens to perfection. His eyes were full of fanaticism.

"Zhang Sanfeng is so good, why did he repair half of it?"

"Luck is not enough. In other words, the first half of his cultivation was also achieved by opportunism. At that time, the Wudang Golden Palace, the thunder and fire, most of the heavenly thunder, was resisted by the Golden Palace, only a small amount of thunder and lightning, was extracted by Zhang Zhenren, and then the first half of the repair. "The Golden Palace can carry lightning, this Yang Fan knows, it is similar to a metal cover equipped with a lightning rod, and the safety of the people inside is not unusual.

"My luck is comparable to Zhang Sanfeng?" Yang Fan asked.

Bu Laodao shook his head, "Mai Su Qing has exhausted his skills, and he may not be able to see anything." But I knew at first glance what kind of luck people had. If you want to see the luck of people, you can also learn it. However, even the internal strength is not deep, and it is difficult to look at a dog. ”

Yang Fan suddenly felt that there was a strong sense of ridicule in Bu Operator's words.

"Su Qing found you, probably by intuition and providence, but I came to you purely because of your luck. There are three types of human luck. The emperor will be the prime minister, carrying the national fortune, and the luck of the emperor will be purple and gold, and the phase will be green. All other ordinary people are yellow and white. Looking at its qi, you can know its luck. This is the Qi Hope technique of the Mai faction, and it is the same as my Longmen faction's Qi Qi and Sanqing. There is also a kind of person whose aura is black, and this kind of person is a symbol of the omen of the death of the country, and it is generally only manifested when the country is about to die. ”

Yang Fan smiled and said, "According to what my predecessors said, I am a person with great luck, and I am a Ling Hebo, so I must be the head of purple qi?" ”

Bu Laodao shook his head and said, "Whoever is in charge of purple qi will carry the fortune of the country." Naturally, the old ways of such people will not look for them. Although you are a lord, the top of your head is clear, and there is no luck at all. This can only happen if you die, or something else. Bu Operator stared at Yang Fan's eyes and said slowly, "Or you don't belong to this world." ”

Yang Fan dared to swear that no one in this world knew about what he had crossed over, except for himself. So whether the old man in front of him is talking nonsense, or if he really sees something, he can't admit that he was killed, so he smiled and said, "Then where should I belong?" ”

Bu Operator blinked and said, "What I mean is that your luck does not belong to this world. This kind of thing is illusory, and even he doesn't know why Yang Fan's situation occurs, but sometimes, when something appears, maybe no one will investigate why it appears, but to see if it has any effect on himself.

Lao Dao muttered in his mouth, stood up, and faced the sea, "If there is no luck, that is the greatest luck." We cultivators pay attention to luck, that is, the closer we are to being innocent, the more we can climb the cultivation. The relationship between other sects is still small, similar to Wudang, Mai, and Quanzhen Taoist sects, the more they pay attention to luck. Because what we do is a Tao. There are too many involved, and I can't explain it clearly, and I don't know the way. ”

"Are you always telling me about cultivating immortals?" After listening to Bu Laodao's chirping for half a day, Yang Fan felt more and more that this was no longer a normal ancient society. (To be continued.) )