It's a pity that after staying in the Western Regions for nearly a year, the big man surnamed Qiao still has no news, so he has no choice but to return to the Central Plains.

In the spring of March, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and in the blink of an eye, it has been nearly a year since the night breeze left Huashan, Yue Buqun stood in the study and looked at the peach blossoms blooming in the yard, and his brows tightened.

"Daddy!"

At this moment, Yue Lingshan walked in from outside, and when she saw Yue Buqun, her pretty face showed a trace of sadness.

"Shan'er, but do you miss your husband?"

Yue Buqun looked at Yue Lingshan's expression and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Daddy, when will the senior brother be able to get out, the senior brother has been in retreat for more than a year!"

Yue Lingshan didn't blush because of Yue Buqun's teasing, she just looked at him expectantly.

"Don't worry, Shan'er, it should be soon, maybe just a few days. ”

Yue Buqun showed a smile and comforted his daughter, but he scolded the night wind thousands of times in his heart.

"This bastard boy, he actually left his two wives and ran away, and when he comes back, he must teach him a good lesson" Although he thought so, he also knew that he was no longer the opponent of Night Wind.

"Really?"

Yue Lingshan looked up at Yue Buqun, and asked with surprise on her pretty face, her delicate body trembling slightly seemed to show her master's excitement.

"Hmm!"

Yue Buqun had no choice but to nod helplessly, after all, the words were full, and he didn't want to disappoint his daughter, so he could only hold on strongly, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If this stinky boy doesn't come back, how can the old man explain to Shan'er!"

It wasn't until she heard Yue Buqun's assurances that Yue Lingshan's pretty face suddenly opened, and she smiled happily and said, "Then my daughter is going to inform Sister Yilin, presumably my sister will be very happy!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Yue Buqun to speak, and immediately turned around and ran outside.

"Hey, stinky boy, if you don't come back, your master and I really can't do anything. Looking at his daughter's distant back, Yue Buqun sighed in his heart and shook his head helplessly.

As a disciple of Night Wind, Lin Pingzhi usually comes into contact with the best martial arts in the world, especially when he also gets the personal guidance of Night Wind, with Night Wind's superb martial arts attainments, Night Wind will also adjust according to his own situation to make it more suitable for him.

Therefore, although he has only been apprenticed for two years, coupled with his own penance, Lin Pingzhi's martial arts cultivation has reached the level of the peak of the third rate, of course, in order to prevent greed, Night Wind only taught him Quanzhen Internal Strength, Quanzhen Swordsmanship, Peiyuan Gong, Health Preservation Skill and Jade Breaking Fist.

In this regard, although Lin Pingzhi also had complaints, he also knew that the master was for his own good, after all, Ye Feng once said that all kinds of martial arts in the martial arts, whether it is qi training or body refining, are actually essentially the same, they are all pursuing their own evolution, and Pei Yuan Gong and Body Cultivation Gong are both serving this purpose, and they are even stronger than the Quanzhen True Heart Method.

Of course, compared to the power, because the pursuit is to cultivate the body and subtly change its own qualifications, so in its attack power and strength, it is not as good as the whole heart method.

The cultivation of martial artists of other sects pursues a strong physique and strong strength, or attack power that can be seen and touched. If you don't practice qi, the strength used by the warrior's attack only comes from the strength and tenacity of the muscles, bones, and blood; if you practice the internal qi, you can have the most dexterous gas power, so generally in the initial stage, although the improvement is quite fast, but it will leave some dark wounds, which is why some masters of the rivers and lakes basically do not come out in their later years, on the one hand, it is for retreat and practice, but the most important thing is to repair their own secret injuries.

The legend of the method of practicing qi for martial artists is derived from the Taoist method of cultivating and practicing qi since ancient times, but after years of development, the changes are getting bigger and bigger, and gradually abandoning the nihilistic goal of becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha, and more and more suitable for ordinary people's practice, becoming a family of its own.

However, in today's martial arts, it seems that the true heart method and other authentic internal skills of the Dao sect. When it reaches the high and profound realm, it is essentially still the path of cultivating the true cultivator's inner Dan to practice qi, but it is also missing a lot, after all, the Taoist path of inner Dan qi training has long been missing a lot after thousands of years of evolution, and the internal strength of Shaolin and Tantra is the practice method of combining Buddhist yoga and inner Dan qi practice.

Among them, Shaolin gradually tended to practice qi in Neidan under the influence of Taoism in the Central Plains, and only Tantra and Zen Buddhism embarked on an alternative path of mutation.

After Lin Pingzhi reached the peak of the third-rate realm in his cultivation, he couldn't help but think of a secret book that his master had taught him, and remembered that after the master handed the secret book into his hands, he said that although this secret book was made by himself in combination with some cultivation methods, the content of it was different from the usual cultivation methods, and told him that if he wanted to cultivate, he must reach the peak of the third-rate realm, but once he cultivated, I am afraid that he would only be able to rely on himself in the future. After all, this boxing book is just an idea of his, as for whether it is right or not, he has not tried it, and it is not clear.

Of course, if he doesn't want to cultivate, he will pass it on from generation to generation, thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around and go back to the house, and took out the secret book that the master gave him, looking at the "National Art" on the secret book, he had some expectations in his heart, and it was a little complicated.

After all, if it is according to Huashan's orthodox cultivation method, he can cultivate to the end, and as a disciple of Night Wind, he can even cultivate the Huashan School's "Zixia True Scripture" in the future, but if he cultivates the national art, it also means that he will give up the position of the head of Huashan in the future, although the master did not say it, but Lin Pingzhi is not stupid, so he can naturally guess.

Is it to cultivate the orthodox cultivation method, or to cultivate the fist sutra written by the master?

His heart was full of contradictions for a while, but at this moment, a fresh wind blew, and the secret book in his hand had disappeared.

"Who?"

Lin Pingzhi was shocked in his heart, he knew that this was written by the master, but he couldn't lose it, so he couldn't help but get up and shout, as he spoke, the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath and looked around.

"Boy, your vigilance is good, but unfortunately your martial arts are still a little poor, it seems that during my retreat, you didn't practice well. ”

The familiar voice sounded in Lin Pingzhi's ears, Lin Pingzhi was shocked for a moment, and then looked at a handsome young man in green clothes in front of him in disbelief, and only after a long time did he come back to his senses and knelt down on his knees and said, "Disciple Lin Pingzhi has seen Master!"

The handsome young man nodded with a smile and said, "It's okay." As he spoke, he lifted Lin Pingzhi up out of thin air with a wave of his sleeves, and then raised the secret book in his hand and said, "You kid don't want to practice kung fu here!"

Lin Pingzhi's face turned red when he heard this, and he said, "Master, didn't you once say that a disciple can cultivate the martial arts above in order to reach the peak of the third-rate level, so the disciple can't help but want to take a look curiously." ”

Hearing this, Yefeng's expression was closed, and he looked at the cheats in his hand in a complicated manner, and then raised his eyes to look at Lin Pingzhi and asked again, "Have you really decided?"

Lin Pingzhi listened to his master's words, his face changed suddenly, and his head lowered, he knew that the next choice was extremely important, if he gave up, he could still move and practice all the way, if he insisted, I am afraid that he would be insulated from the position of head in the future.

Although he often demands himself with extremely high standards, but in the face of a master who is often extremely demonic, he still feels a lot of pressure, although he can go down according to the master's requirements, but he is not reconciled, he also wants to take a different path, he does not want to survive in the shadow of the master in the future, after all, if he does this, even if others don't say it, he feels ashamed, after all, his master is known as the world's first existence, and as far as he knows, although the power of the Zixia True Scripture is extremely powerful, but the cultivation requirements are not only very high, but also this extremely long cultivation period, this is the reason why he wavered in the Zixia True Scripture and the Fist Sutra.

Thinking about it, he kept weighing it in his heart, and it wasn't until half an hour later that he raised his head, looked at the night wind and said, "Master, the disciple wants to cultivate the national arts!"

"Hey, actually, the teacher doesn't want you to practice national arts. Night Wind looked at Lin Pingzhi and sighed slightly, as he spoke, he walked to the peach blossom forest, looked at the peach blossoms in the garden and said: "The teacher once told you that although this national art is written for the teacher himself, the things in it are also some conjectures and ideas for the teacher himself, as for the real power, the teacher himself does not know, although the teacher believes that practicing according to this book will inevitably cultivate something, but the teacher is really not sure that you can do it." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Lin Pingdao seriously again: "As a teacher, I want to ask you one last time, do you still plan to cultivate this national technique?"

Hearing Ye Feng's question again, Lin Pingzhi's heart flashed once again, and then a trace of determination flashed in his eyes and said, "Master, the disciple has decided, and the disciple hopes that the disciple will test the master's idea!"

In Lin Pingzhi's heart, Night Wind is no less than his parents' existence, although he also knows that a new kind of cultivation will inevitably have some setbacks and pain, but he also believes in Master, and believes that even if he bears some pain under the guidance of Night Wind, at least his life will not be in danger. And if he succeeds, it can be said that he has opened up a different cultivation path for Huashan, and when the time comes, maybe he will be blessed by misfortune.

"Hahahaha!Good!Good!Good!Good!" Ye Feng looked at Lin Ping's serious face, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, after all, compared to martial arts, Ye Feng valued the disciple's temperament more, and to be honest, although Ye Feng did not practice national arts, after all, he had not cultivated in his previous life, and he also had these decades of experience, combined with so many years of knowledge in Xiao Ao, he believed that he would not fail, even if he failed, he believed that he could also save Lin Pingzhi.

After speaking, Ye Feng stretched out his hand and shook it, and landed the secret book of the national arts in front of Lin Pingzhi lightly and said, "Today you take a good look first, and tomorrow you go to Nanfeng to find a teacher to officially cultivate!" After speaking, the figure disappeared in an instant.

"Yes! Disciple sends off Master!" Although the night wind has already left, Lin Pingzhi still bowed in the direction of the night wind leaving,

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