They are in this realm, although they can detect what is happening outside, but firstly, this move is extremely exhausting, and it is not arbitrary, and secondly, in the Fengzi Building, there is an unfathomable old man sitting all the year round, and his cultivation has reached at least the third grade, and the realm of martial arts and mystery, they are not easy to snoop on, so as not to cause trouble.

Knowing that Wang Anfeng's mood had changed, he was suspected of having an epiphany, but he didn't notice it until he returned to Shaolin Temple.

And for this point, Yuan Ci, who was also born in Buddhism and practiced horizontal skills, is undoubtedly the clearest. Faced with the scribe's inquiry, the monk bowed his head slightly and said:

"That's true."

Fu frowned again, looked at his friend, and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

The scribe caught the elixir thrown up, looked at the faint streamer on it, and replied casually:

"Give him some medicine."

"By the way, let's take a ...... assessment"

…………………………………………

Wang Anfeng looked at what Gongsun Jing wrote in his hand, and his heart was quite shaken.

In the past, he had never imagined that in those seemingly prosperous and stable cities, there were members of various secret organizations, sometimes guarding each other, sometimes cooperating with each other, forming a layer in the rivers and lakes that was not well known.

The young man's gaze fell uncontrollably on the last line of words on the paper in his hand, and he read silently.

"In Beiwu City, traces of the White Tiger Hall were found."

"One of them is the shopkeeper of the ancient jade shop Shizhai, who is good friends with another chamber of commerce, and is suspected of being a member of the same party."

White Tiger Hall.

Wang Anfeng stood in place for a moment before retracting his thoughts.

Since he learned martial arts, the things he has seen are far from being comparable to those in Daliang Village at that time, White Tiger Hall, Danfeng Valley, and those all kinds of hidden organizations, Jianghu chivalrous, have never been far away for a moment, and he has gradually begun to get used to such a world.

Rivers and lakes.

Where is not the rivers and lakes?

After a while, Gongsun Jing, who had found an opportunity to break through, thanked him again and again, and returned to his Jupeng Gang, surrounded by a familiar environment, but at this time, he saw many parts in his eyes that he had not noticed, as if the dust that had been covered in the sky and earth was swept away, and he could see the original appearance.

A thousand-year-old dark room, a light is on.

The man closed his eyes slightly, feeling the clearer and more active world around him, and the joy in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and he couldn't help laughing.

Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng, who had left Gongsun Jing, moved his muscles and bones, remembering what Mr. Ying said, he had to come to such a place every month, and felt a slight headache, but when his eyes fell on the white paper full of ink in his hand, he felt that if he could have such a harvest every time, it seemed that it was not unacceptable.

………………………………………

Night.

Halfway Wang Anfeng went out, went to the wind building to sprinkle and sweep again, only then came back to the temple, first as usual to watch the clouds and look at the qi, exercise the pupil technique, and then go to the bronze alley to hone the swordsmanship boxing.

He was in an unbalanced state of mind because of the autumn rain, but instead of being obsessed, he took this opportunity to ask himself, suppress his inner demons, and comprehend the profound and subtle truth in the palm of Prajna's palm. The self-fist kung fu is progressing extremely fast.

And the growth of the fist palm is also helpful for swordsmanship, and the martial arts are far from being comparable to the breakthrough of the nine grades that day.

It's just that because of his temperament, he often gets into trouble, and most of the opponents he faces are far beyond him in cultivation, and he can't take half a advantage at all when he fights, so although his martial arts are becoming mellow, he doesn't know it.

Shaolin Temple.

The young man sat cross-legged on the bluestone, finished today's internal strength practice, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and opened his eyes, because of the increasingly mellow internal force cultivation and pupil technique, a layer of brilliance appeared in his eyes, and after a few breaths, it dispersed, and it became such a warm black pupil again.

In the second level of the golden bell jar, there are eight veins passes.

He has been practicing hard all the time, and he had an epiphany in the rain, and he has a slight understanding of the Buddha's principles that are not the same, and the second level of the golden bell jar has been practiced so far, and the time in the Shaolin Temple and the time of Fufeng County practice are added together, but only seven or eight months have passed, and they have broken through again and again, leaving only three passes in front of them.

And these three passes, perhaps because the total amount of internal force is still insufficient, no matter how hard the young man tries, he is still like Mount Tai Beihai, steady in front of him, unable to shake in the slightest.

Because of the long time of meditation and rest, Wang Anfeng heard a cry in his belly, and the hunger consumed him like a wave of anger, and the young man covered his deflated stomach, almost instinctively turning his head to look at the house next to him.

When he saw that the white-haired old man was already smiling and waving to him, his eyes lit up slightly, he got up, and ran to the old man's side in a few steps.

"Second Master......"

The old man smiled, raised his hand and stroked the young man's head, and said with a smile:

"Hungry, huh? You little gluttonous cat......"

"Today's performance is good, the second master has made you a new dish...... Come, come in and taste it. ”

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly bright, with a hint of joy, and he followed behind the old man, and walked to the table used for dinner, only when he approached the past, he was slightly stunned.

What you see in front of you are all dishes made of fire and oil, although they are full of color and flavor, but they are completely different from the light food made by the old man in the past.

But he was very hungry at this time, and he trusted his master very much, so he just thought that the old man wanted to change his style today, so he didn't think much about it and strode over.

Wu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief behind him, looked at the scribe who was holding the scroll on the side with a cold expression, and then looked at Yuan Ci, who had a calm expression and seemed to be reciting Buddhist scriptures, and said with a method that transmitted sound into his ears:

"Mr. Win, Master Yuanci, put the medicine into the meal...... Is this really okay? ”

The monk glanced up at him, and replied in the same voice:

"Amitabha...... Wu Lao rest assured. ”

"My Shaolin is from Zen Buddhism, it is a separate transmission outside the law, this is not a text, with the heart of the heart, the first enlightenment, breakthrough exercises, the best is natural, it comes naturally, as if the ordinary breakthrough is so deliberate, but not beautiful."

His voice paused slightly, and he spoke again:

"However, because of this, how much Feng'er can break through this time depends on his own heart and comprehension, and if his comprehension is enough, he will naturally be like a bamboo."

"For example, the second ancestor of Zen Buddhism, who did not know martial arts, pondered and meditated for 20 years after obtaining the Yijin Sutra, and then met with a Buddhist monk in Emei Mountain, Sichuan, and discussed Buddhism for 7749 days, but still could not be enlightened."

"After 12 years, I met a young man who was proficient in martial arts on Chang'an Road, talking about three days and three nights, and on the last day, I saw the first birth of the great day, shining all over the world, and I understood the mysteries of martial arts in the "Yijin Sutra", and the martial arts were high, and there was no one else in the world."

"And that young man later crisscrossed the battlefield, invincible, assisted Taizong, pacified the Turks, entered the prime minister, and was knighted as the Duke of Wei, thinking that it was also related to this fate."

After talking about this sect case, Wu Changqing had a slight understanding in his heart, Yuan Ci looked at Wang Anfeng, and a sigh could also be heard in the transmission, and said:

"If Feng'er has already comprehended the martial arts and Buddhism, with the help of this pure power, it is naturally not difficult to break through the existing barriers, and if the heart is enough, it is not impossible to even break through."

"This is the theory of becoming a Buddha on the ground."

"But if his heart is uncertain, those pills can only make him full of qi in a short period of time, swelling and painful tendons, at most they can only widen the meridians slightly, and they will not help him in breaking through the barrier, but he will suffer some suffering."

In the quiet room, Wang Anfeng looked at his teacher who was standing silent, like a stake, only to feel that there was no place on his body to be at ease, and he was quite puzzled, and asked:

"Master, Second Master, and Sir, why don't you eat today?"

Wu Changqing squeezed a smile out of his face and said with relief:

"It's okay, the masters have already eaten before."

The young man nodded suddenly, thinking that he had just practiced internal strength and became obsessed, he didn't pay attention to the time for a while, so he didn't hesitate at the moment, took a spoonful of soup and filled it with a spoonful of soup, the entrance was soft and soft, and all kinds of flavors came up together, the taste was extremely beautiful, and his eyebrows couldn't help but bend.

Wu Changqing looked at him, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked:

"How does it taste?"

The young man's eyes lit up slightly, and at this time there was still food in his mouth, and he replied in a slightly vague voice:

"Miami soup thick...... Hmm, the food cooked by the second master is still generally delicious. ”

"It's just that there seems to be a lot more medicinal flavor today, but it has a different flavor."

The old man had cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a dry smile:

"yes, then eat more......"

"Hmm, yes."

The three people in the house watched the young man feast, because Wu Changqing dispensed the medicine, which made those pills slow down, but Wang Anfeng didn't notice the difference, although his body was a little hot, he just thought that he had just finished practicing internal strength, and he was in a hurry, so he didn't care in his heart.

Eventually, all that was left was a bowl of soup.

Its color is golden, the original bloody taste and medicinal taste were painstakingly buried by Wu Changqing, only the delicious and fragrant fragrance remained, the young man just took a sip, and the remnants of the spiritual rhyme gathered together, and there was an impossible screaming sound, which made Wang Anfeng's scalp numb, and the action of drinking the soup was slightly paused.

Shocked by this, even though the mood fluctuations were suppressed in an instant, the medicinal power that he had just eaten was like a volcano that had accumulated to the peak, and it had begun to riot, Wang Anfeng's face was a little dazed, and the green-shirted scribe threw the ancient book in his hand, and he had turned into a phantom, and he was the first to appear in front of the young man.

The left hand was raised and pointed at Wang Anfeng's throat, and the internal force vibrate.

The right palm snatched the bowl of medicinal soup, and unceremoniously poured this bowl of decoction condensed with three thousand years of blood ginseng medicinal power directly into Wang Anfeng's stomach, until there was not a drop left, and then threw the porcelain bowl on the ground.

When I looked at it again, the skin on the young man in front of him was already red, and the medicinal power was surging, and he instinctively advanced into the state of practicing internal strength and meditation, wanting to dissolve the medicinal power.

The surrounding environment has been turned upside down in an instant, from the monk's room burning with a bean lamp, to the top of the dome mountain, the mountains are guarded, the stars are in the sky, and the long river is rushing down, it is a natural formation place.

The green-shirted scribe looked at the young man in front of him and smiled coldly:

"If you fail to break through, you know the consequences."

At this time, the internal force in the young man's body is the most sensitive, and this behavior has not caused the slightest change in the internal force in his body, which shows the delicacy of his force, and the prudence of his shot.

The scribe raised his hand and lifted the hem of his clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground, where Wu Changqing and Yuanci also sat cross-legged in the 'earth' and 'human' positions respectively.

PS: First update