The forester was a letter man, and it didn't take long for a small package to be delivered.

Maybe it was because he felt guilty in his heart, or maybe these superficial introductory martial arts were really nothing in the eyes of the foresters, but he actually sent three copies at once, which made Fang Yuan a little surprised.

At this time, he sat cross-legged on the bluestone, followed by the flower fox mink, and carefully opened the title page of a secret book.

"Black Sand Palm?"

Fang Yuanxian looked at the secret book as a whole, and saw that this book was old, the font on it was strong and powerful, and it was slightly blurred, with broken corners, obviously after I don't know how many generations of study, it contained ancient meaning, it was simply an antique.

"I actually sent the original, it seems that the forester is not prepared to pit me......"

Seeing this, Fang Yuan nodded secretly in his heart.

This kind of martial arts secret or something, even if there is a small mistake, the result may be very different, a new copy, where is the original good.

Just by stroking this ancient book, he knew that the martial artist back then must have put a lot of effort into it.

"Yes...... Even the most superficial martial arts, as long as they can be widely spread, must have something unique! ”

Looking at the other two books, which were similar to this one, Fang Yuan couldn't help but be a little embarrassed about his careful thoughts.

He deliberately asked for the most widely circulated, naturally for the convenience of verification.

Anyway, he didn't plan to practice any of the secrets given by the other party at the beginning.

After all, martial arts are no better than others, and the knowledge in another world tells him how terrible it is to go crazy.

"Now it seems...... It seems that there are some villains in their hearts......"

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment: "Besides, I still have medical skills, if I don't practice just research, I should be able to see a little problem." Comparatively speaking, external power and the like are better than internal strength, even if there are traps inside, it is not easy to have a big incident......"

Although this was knowledge from another world, it did not prevent Fang Yuan from speculating.

Thinking of this, he put down the secret book in his hand again and flipped through the other two.

"Eagle Claw Gong? It seems that the deacon of the Returning Spirit Sect, the cold-faced iron eagle, will also do this, but the eight achievements of the other party will be a secret tradition, which is much better than the ordinary version of the rotten street on the street......"

Among the three secret books, two of them are external skills, and the last remaining one is a nameless exercise, which is also about how to temper oneself, increase the ability to resist blows, and it seems that there are some breathing skills, according to the author, practice to the fullest, hold it in one breath, enough to deal with the blow of an ordinary blunt object.

Inside the package, there was also a small note with the origin of the three secret books.

"The black sand palm, written by Kou Feng, the boxer of Qinghe County, is the most widely circulated, and it is offered by the guests."

"Eagle Claw Gong, dedicated by Zhuangke Meng Yuan, is the most ordinary foundation, if you want to practice to the highest and profound realm, you need a specific internal strength method!"

"The last one is the most superficial qigong, no, it's just a summary of some breathing and beating skills, and even the original author didn't have a name, so it's called hard qigong......"

……

Fang Yuan saw it and confirmed in the end, these three martial arts books were indeed the worst goods on the street, and there was no one of them.

Of course, no matter how superficial the martial arts are, it is also a set of inheritance, tempered and tempered, and ordinary people can barely settle down and make a living if they get one of them, so they are still more cherished.

In exchange for a sixty-year-old red ginseng, it can only be regarded as not losing or earning.

And ...... No defilement, damage, alteration...... There is still sincerity outside the forester. ”

Fang Yuan let out a long breath and began to read them carefully.

Unconsciously, half a day passed, the sunset gradually sank, and the orange-red light sprinkled all over the land.

"Giggles!?"

"Giggles?"

The flower fox marten next to him, seeing Fang Yuan staring at the secret book with all his attention, leaned over his little head with some curiosity, but the characters on it were like a book from heaven to it, and he was dizzy to see it, and finally gave up and jumped into the dense forest lightly, and it didn't take long for him to drag a fat hare and run over, put it at Fang Yuan's feet, staring at him with his eyes, and a hook seemed to emerge from his black pupils.

"Haha...... Just know how to eat! ”

Fang Yuan closed the last hard qigong secret book, and immediately saw this picture of the flower fox marten, and couldn't help laughing again.

The night is getting hazy.

Next to the fire, Fang Yuan peeled and washed the hare, smeared it with sauce and roasted it, pulled over one of his front legs, and threw the rest to the impatient Flower Fox Mink, while he was silently thinking about what he had seen from the secret note today.

'The martial arts of this world seem to be much more sophisticated than the world in dreams...... And systematization and standardization...... For example, the black sand palm and eagle claw gong are pure external skills, which use drugs to stimulate the body, while internal skills pay attention to breathing methods and qi routes, and more advanced ones include contemplation...... And no matter what kind of kung fu, there is a specific and consistent level division, that is, the twelve levels of the Golden Lock Heavy Building! ’

This term was repeatedly mentioned in the three secret books, and after careful study, Fang Yuan finally barely understood the meaning.

"According to the concept of martial arts in this world, the human body is a great treasure with infinite potential, but there are many levels, which limit the exertion of strength, and the way of martial arts is to break through this kind of level again and again at the beginning, and constantly tap their own potential!"

According to the secret book, there are twelve such levels in the human body, which are collectively known as the twelve levels of the Golden Lock Heavy Building.

Every time a warrior breaks a level, his strength will be improved to varying degrees, and the later he goes, the more terrifying he becomes.

And after breaking the twelve levels in a row, it is the realm of 'Martial Sect'!

Such a person, even if he belongs to the Spirit Sect, is only one person.

"Twelve levels inside the body...... It sounds a little similar to the description of the twelve righteous scriptures, the eight veins of the strange meridians, and so on in the medical arts, and the beginning of martial arts practice is actually the process of rushing the pulse? ”

"The twelve-fold level is the twelve-fold realm, and only after breaking through one by one, can the realm of the martial sect be achieved! Lei Yue's girl, is she so talented? ”

After slightly understanding the difficulty, Fang Yuanden was a little puzzled.

In his impression, that girl's martial arts talent is so terrifying?

"But I couldn't see it at the time, but the master should have noticed something, and the marriage was a little strange......"

As soon as he thought of the Questioning Layman, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh faintly.

The old fellow was really kind to him, and he thought about everything, but he died a little too soon.

If you live until now, you don't know what kind of expression it should be when you see the faces of the foresters?

As soon as I thought of this, the rich roast rabbit meat in my mouth suddenly lost its fragrance.

Fang Yuanyi got up happily, tidied up again, and began to make tea in the moonlight.

In this tea ceremony, remembering the monk is his unique way of commemorating.

"Hiss!?"

The flower fox marten next to him seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but he also seemed to feel the pathos in Fang Yuan's heart, and he was not as frolicking as usual.

……

The valley is deep, there is no sun and moon in the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, I don't know how much time has passed, one morning.

Fang Yuan got up early as usual, and after drinking morning tea, he began to work in the fields.

In the red jade rice field, the rice seedlings grew waist-high, and even the top of the rice produced heavy ears of rice, making the rice seedlings bend down.

Fang Yuan melted the spiritual fertilizer, integrated it into the mountain spring water, and poured it into the rice field, which suddenly sparkled with a fragrant fragrance.

"Giggles!"

"Giggles!"

Next to it, the flower fox sable jumped up and down, looking very excited.

Although it doesn't look down on the rice seedlings that have just grown, the red jade rice that is now almost ripe makes it very excited.

"Remember, don't steal it!"

For this reason, Fang Yuan had to solemnly warn it, and repeatedly promised to increase the amount of tea every day, before he finally reluctantly appeased.

"There were not many rice seeds before, and it was quite good to be able to harvest dozens of catties this time, but after this time, the rice seeds can continue to be planted, and the planting scale can be expanded next time......

Fang Yuan was very pleased.

In fact, the growth of this batch of red jade rice simply exceeded his expectations, and the growth cycle was surprisingly short.

The first must be the result of the spiritual fertilizer brought by the flower fox mink, and the second is also thanks to his own planting bonus, which has created such an incredible miracle.

"Flower fox mink, don't worry, when the harvest is over, I will definitely give you a full meal! After all, you also have a part to do! ”

Fang Yuan stroked the fluffy head of the flower fox mink and comforted: "There is also spiritual tea, and it is about to grow tea for the second time......

He had a smile on his face and his heart was filled with the joy of a good harvest.

After the daily routine inspection, Fang Yuan came to the fine house again and looked at the secret notes placed side by side on the table.

"I have memorized these three exercises backwards, and there seems to be nothing wrong with intersecting with my own medicine and dream memories...... Then practice? ”

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed with a hint of eagerness, but he immediately shook his head: "No!" Not very insured! It seems that I am really a ghost who is afraid of death, for the sake of now, I can only go to the county seat again, spend the price, buy a copy to see, or pass on someone to practice......"

Martial arts secrets are not an ordinary thing, and in actual operation, Fang Yuan is not very sure.

"The thief is inside!"

"Surrounded, don't let him run!"

"Quick, on!"

……

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the valley, which made Fang Yuan frown.

"What's the matter?"

He opened the courtyard gate and suddenly saw a group of people coming in from the valley mouth in a menacing manner, and the leader was Zhou Wenxin's tsundere eldest lady.

"You little thief!"

Seeing Fang Yuan, Zhou Wenxin's new hatred and old hatred suddenly came to her head, and even her voice became sharp: "You bullied me first, and used fake medicine to harm my father later, I can't go around you today, give it to me!" ”

With a wave of his hand, several powerful servants suddenly stepped forward violently and surrounded Fang Yuan.