The moonlight is like water, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Zhurong Peak looks at the moon platform.

A blue-shirted young man sat cross-legged and meditated, with a kind expression on his delicate face, his hands held in front of his chest in a questioning manner, exhaling and inhaling very regularly, and there was a fine heat between his noses.

When escorting the ashes of the patriarch back to Hengshan, it was close to the early summer of June, and on the way he encountered the people of Mu Wangfu and helped him, why not be afraid to report truthfully, and obey the master's order, and take the two junior disciples to tell in detail about the situation of the fight at that time, so that the master can point out all kinds of shortcomings.

Taking Liu Meng as an example, after explaining every trick and how to deal with it in the fight at that time, the master's advice to Shoushan was: step up physical training and improve internal strength. Xiang Shoushan is an elite disciple cultivated in the heyday of the Hengshan faction, and his insight and vision are extremely extraordinary, and the two requirements put forward for Liu Meng's performance are completely in line with reality, and it is most appropriate to describe them as the most important point.

Physical exercise is good to say. Every morning, when I got up, I carried a bucket to the stream on the mountainside and ran back and forth ten or eight times; tie sandbags to each of the arms, legs and feet, and never untie them except for sleeping; When I was fine, I was going to the backyard of the Holy Emperor's Palace, where there was a pile of stones left over from the stairs, and today I went to move this pile of stones from the backyard to the front yard, and then I said that I was moving back to the backyard from the front yard, in short, I tried my best to use the existing conditions to make up my strength.

In terms of internal force, it is a bit difficult to deal with, Hengshan is peaceful in the heart method, there is no possibility of tricks, and it is completely dependent on time to accumulate in order to become more powerful. And Liu Meng has only been practicing internal strength for eight years, but he has barely achieved a small success, and if he wants to be able to support two or three hundred moves, he must have at least twenty years of skill.

Fortunately, the Hengshan faction has a long history and a very vast heritage, even if many of the top martial arts were lost after the battle of Yangzhou, what was left behind was enough to be proud of the rivers and lakes.

The head and master Xiang Shoushan has his own solution, which is to teach the sect's high-level internal skill "Zhenyue Jue" to Liu Meng in advance.

Among the sixteenth generation of disciples, only the eldest disciple He Bu Wei and the second disciple Zhuang Bu re-cultivated to be exquisite, and the foundation of Hengshan Xinfa was very good, so it could be taught. Liu Meng is only eight years of skill, and there are still two years away from the minimum requirement for practicing Zhenyue Jue, so Xiang Shoushan has repeatedly told him that he must carefully explore and practice, and must not be rash and greedy, otherwise it will be a tragedy if he goes crazy.

Liu Meng's concept of going crazy is that the whole body is paralyzed and unable to move, and he becomes a vegetative person with a clear brain but cannot express himself. In this tragic situation, I would rather die with a burst of meridians than try it.

Therefore, Liu Meng strictly followed the master's instructions, only once a day in the morning, noon and evening, and only practiced Tuna, one week at a time, slowly guiding the internal force to run between the meridians, and never dared to covet the slightest increase in pure internal force.

A week was quickly completed, and Liu Meng took Neili back to the dantian, feeling a little more fulfillment.

In recent days, Liu Meng has an extra habit, every time after practicing internal strength, he is in his heart: he has achieved great achievements, and there is no rival in the world, standing at the top of the rivers and lakes, and he sighs that 'life is as lonely as snow', and he has changed his name since then, which is for Liu to be undefeated......

Slowly dangling to the room, seeing that the meal was still vegetable porridge today, there was no meat at all, Liu Meng's mouth was full of sour water, and his stomach was rumbling, as if he was cramping.

In the three months of going down the mountain, the gluttonous insects were completely released. I have eaten food for more than ten years, how do I look at it now, I am tired of it, I frown and swallow every meal, if it weren't for the energy to exercise, Liu Meng would rather not eat.

Sighing, Liu Meng walked away disappointedly, smashed his bitter mouth, and began to think crookedly.

From Zhurong Peak to the north, less than five miles, is the Zhenzhen Peak. The folk in the Nanyue area, according to legend, Shennong's family once collected herbs here, because of the mistaste of nematodes, the poison and died here. Whether the rumors are true or not, the hunters in the mountains are reluctant to set foot on the Zhenzhen Peak anyway, which also makes it a place for small beasts to live.

Liu Mengzui was already slanderous, and immediately started the idea of going to Zhenfeng to hunt, as for the absurd rumors that the nematodes are highly poisonous, as an atheist, of course he will not care.

I found a string from the side room and prepared to hunt the small beast and tie it up. Liu Meng only brought a long sword with him, and quietly slipped down Zhurong Peak alone, climbing along the woods on the west side of Zhenzhen Peak, wanting to find a larger wild animal to hunt.

Because no one has set foot on Zhenzhen Peak, the environment is still extremely primitive, there is no path to go at all, Liu Meng has to use a long sword to cut the mountain vines in front of him after walking a few steps, and he walks very slowly. And as if he knew that the people who came had bad intentions, he didn't see a single wild boar that usually haunts the woods on the west side.

After walking for about half an hour, Liu Meng found himself lost.

In Hengshan, where I have lived for more than ten years, on the small peaks within a radius of more than ten miles, I actually got lost.

The weather was gloomy and there was no sunlight to discern the direction; The trees are lush and the trunks are all the same shades of color, and there is no reference for one to find the way to the point. So the sad Liu Meng was like a headless fly, just climbing along the inclined mountain, hoping that after reaching the peak, he could find the highest Zhurong Peak to identify his position.

There are many wonderful things in the world. Liu Meng was looking for the little beast just now, trying to catch it and go back to satisfy his hunger, but he didn't even see a shadow. Now he was bent on finding his way back, but at an occasional glance, he found a pheasant with bright feathers standing on a pile of bushes not far to the left.

This pheasant looked stupid, with a pair of yellow-orange-orange eyes looking straight at him, thinking that he didn't know the horror of such a creature as a human.

How can you let go of the pheasant that fell from the sky!

Liu Meng tiptoed to the left, for fear of startling the pheasant away. With his hands open, he reached a pounce distance, and after feeling sure that he could catch the pheasant, Liu Meng's body slammed into a vertical position, and he used eight steps to catch the cicada, and quickly pounced on it.

At such a close distance, of course, you can't lose your hand. He took the colorful pheasant into his arms, and at the same time quickly touched the head of the chicken with his left hand, twisted it slightly, and then put it into the tent. It's just that when the figure fell, Liu Meng felt that his feet were empty, and he didn't step on the ground, and this pile of shrubs seemed to be very deep.

Looking down suspiciously, Liu Meng broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help shouting, "Mom! ”

It turns out that behind this bush is a small cliff!

The cliff is almost vertical, more than ten meters deep, and there is nothing to borrow from in between.

Free fall in the air, also called trapeze, or cliff jumping performance. Anyway, after a short flight, the performer Liu Meng sadly fell into the canopy of a big tree at the bottom of the cliff, and the branches of the tree broke in a hurry, and the person was already unconscious before he landed, but he didn't let go of the colorful pheasant in his hand.

ps: That, when I saw that other people's tickets were red-eyed, I wanted a dozen votes...... Friends, satisfy us fiercely