"Father." Seeing the comer, the young man Wan Yankang screamed.

Qiu Chuji also bowed slightly, and said, "Lord Wang." ”

Wanyan Honglie walked to the side of the two with a loving face, first touched his son's little head, and said to Qiu:

"Daoist Qiu, Kang'er is still young, you can teach slowly, don't worry."

When Qiu Chuji heard this, his expression was inexplicable, but he said in his mouth: "What the prince said is extremely true, although the prince is stupid in martial arts, he can make up for his clumsiness with diligence, and he will make rapid progress in practicing internal skills. ”

"It's good that the Taoist understands it." Wanyan Honglie took one of his son's hands and said to Qiu Chuji, "Daoist Qiu, the vegetarian meal has been prepared, please go to the front yard to taste it." ”

"The prince is polite." Qiu said politely.

As they spoke, the three of them walked towards the front yard.

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Desert.

Yellow sand is everywhere, and the grass is green.

As far as the eye can see, the vast desert stretches for thousands of miles, endless, empty and silent. The whole world is full of green and crisp.

The steppe wolf clan, since the Qin and Han dynasties, has been the biggest threat to the Central Plains.

The Qin and Han dynasties had the Xiongnu, and the five chaotic Chinese between the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty made the Central Plains land flow into rivers, white bones like mountains, and corpses everywhere, and between the Sui and Tang dynasties, the Turkic, Uighur, Khitan and other tribes rose one after another, becoming a threat to the Central Plains.

The Great Liao, which has only been destroyed for more than 100 years, was established by the Khitans, and after the Khitan was destroyed by the Jurchens, a fishing and hunting people on the land of eastern Liao, the vast grassland lost its owner and fell into the stage of competing for the deer again.

In the face of Dajin Kingdom, it is tantamount to a pig and a dog.

Every few years, the Jin people have to come to the desert to reduce the ding. So that the steppe wolf clan will not become a threat to their own family.

In this way, the entire prairie has been divided for a long time, and blood has almost stained the entire prairie red.

However, in the midst of continuous fighting, a desert dragon is about to rise.

The tribe is only a catty!

In the past few years, a powerful tribe that has just risen on the steppe, and the tribal leader, Erjin Temujin, is known as the first hero of the steppe, and is as famous as Gulhan Zamu, and jointly worships the first force in the steppe, Sun Khan Wang Han, as his father.

Temujin fought a hundred battles in the south, defeating several large tribes and swallowing up all the soldiers and horses of these tribes.

Invisibly, there is already a tendency to dominate the entire steppe.

Hiss!

On the vast grassland, the Sons and Daughters tribe once again launched a war against the other surrounding tribes.

Thousands of men and horses on both sides fought on the vast prairie, and the scimitars in their hands and the sharp feathered arrows could take a person's life every time they appeared.

Blood splattered and rivers flowed.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the two sides finally decided the winner. Temujin had already laid an ambush on the flank, and after the enemy poured out, the flank soldiers and horses came out and completely routed the enemy on the spot.

Then, the GIs poured out and pressed on the enemy.

After half an hour, the head of the enemy was completely annihilated, and all his troops and horses were swallowed up by Temujin.

However, what Temujin didn't know was that everything he had been doing recently had fallen into another pair of eyes.

On the prairie, although there are no hills, there are hills. On a hill in the distance, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a black robe looked at the battle in the distance, and couldn't help but gasp when he saw Temujin's soldiers and horses winning again.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I can't imagine that the soldiers and horses on the grassland are so elite, and they are more than one step better than the golden soldiers."

"If you dominate the prairie and the soldiers and horses go south, the Jin soldiers will definitely not be an opponent."

In the end, there was a little hesitation in the Taoist priest's expression.

"This time, the master said that I have a period of cause and effect on this prairie, so I should not be able to do it to Temujin?"

"Hello Dao Chief." The middle-aged Taoist priest thought to himself, clenching the dust in his hand, but suddenly a call came from his side.

Swish!

Hearing the call ringing in his ears, the Taoist priest was shocked, and subconsciously lowered his head, just because what he heard was not the words on the grassland, but the Chinese language.

What caught my eye was a handsome and lovely boy, probably only about ten years old.

The young man was dressed like a grassland boy, but between his eyes, there was a bit of cunning that only a Han person has.

A pair of black eyes keep turning, which makes people know at a glance, very clever.

Seeing this young man, the Taoist priest thought about it, smiled at him, and said, "Little doll, what is your name?" ”

"Dao Chief, my name is Guo Jing." The young man said playfully, "My family lives nearby, and when I came out to play and saw you, I came over to ask." ”

"Guo Jing?" Hearing this name, the strangeness in the Taoist priest's heart became more and more intense, "You are Han, why are you on the grassland?" ”

Guo Jing tilted his head and said, "My father was killed, and my mother took me all the way to the grassland." ”

"I see." Ma Yu, the head of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, nodded thoughtfully, "In that case, do you want to learn kung fu from Poor Dao?" ”

"Good! All right! Hearing Ma Yu's words, Guo Jing clapped his hands excitedly, dancing with his hands, and looked extremely excited, "I want to learn martial arts, I don't want to be bullied." ”

"Huh." Seeing that Guo Jing was so happy, Ma Yu couldn't help laughing.

At that moment, he took the young man's palm and walked towards his house.

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Qimen Dunjia, astrological divination, poetry and songs, scriptures and classics, all kinds of knowledge, Huang Yaoshi, the owner of Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, are all refined, all of them.

On this day, deep in Peach Blossom Island, in a fine house.

Zhu Hefeng and Huang Yaoshi sat opposite each other, and between them, there were also several secret books, the Nine Yin True Scripture, Xiao Wuxianggong, and even what Huang Yaoshi had learned, all of which were put together.

On one side, there are many Taoist classics on display.

Zhu Hefeng picked up a copy of the Huang Ting Sutra and said: "Brother Huang, in the opinion of the younger brother, if you want to create the Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique, what you can't lack is your eyesight. ”

"Inside, including the Taoist concept of Wangqi, is the right way."

Huang Yaoshi nodded first, then shook his head again, and said in a deep tone: "What Brother Wuwu Dao said is extremely true, but these are not enough. ”

"In my opinion, any kind of martial arts must have a profound concept contained in it. Just like the breadth of the Nine Yin Sutra, the purity of Wang Chongyang's Nine Yang Sutra, and even the thoughtless of the little Wuxiang Gong given by Brother Wuwu. ”

"The concept of the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique, in my opinion, is only two words, see through! It is not enough to see through everything, refine your eyes, and have the Taoist concept of hope. ”

Zhu Hefeng nodded and said, "What Brother Huang said is extremely true. ”

"Then I'll start later!"

In the end, the two of them looked extremely excited.