In the early morning of the next day, as soon as there was a hint of fish belly white on the horizon, Meng Fan walked out of the stone room. Since yesterday's success, he rarely did not enter the space in the ding, but slept all day, as if he wanted to say goodbye to the boring life of the past.

Beautifully lazy, Meng Fan slowly walked to the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, a touch of crimson had quietly risen at the end of the sky, and as time passed, the red spread as if dripping into water, and in an instant, it dyed half of the sky red.

Meng Fan was dumbfounded by the sudden changes, although he had lived in Siguo Cliff for more than a year, he had never watched the sunrise so comfortably and calmly as he did today. As the sun rises little by little, the clouds in the sky turn from red to yellow, from yellow to bright, until they are golden.

At this moment, Meng Fan suddenly thought of his "Jade Emperor Fist", as soon as this skill came out, he already had the capital to laugh proudly in the rivers and lakes, at this moment he was like this rising sun, full of vitality, and his future was bound to be bright.

With this thought for a lifetime, Meng Fan's body suddenly danced with his thoughts, and the three-style Jade Emperor Fist method was used like a cloud.

The first type of "Earth North and Sky South", as Meng Fan's fists were smashed, a vigorous momentum spread out in all directions, which corresponded to the boundless meaning of it.

The second type of "mountain and water recovery", although there are only nine changes in this move, but it is connected from end to end, once it is used, the fist intent is continuous, as if there is an endless meaning.

The third type of "Qingshan is still the same", this move is the only defensive move in the three-style boxing method, taking the eternal meaning, no matter how fierce your offensive is, my heart remains the same, and the posture remains the same.

After the three-style boxing method was completed, Meng Fan closed his fist and stood, and then slowly walked to the cliff, quietly overlooking the mountain scenery in the distance. His eyes were unfocused, and it was clear that his mind was not here at the moment.

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At the same moment when Meng Fan was practicing boxing, at the gate of the side hall halfway up the Jade Girl Peak, a handsome young man who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, looked a little bohemian, and suddenly walked out.

Holding a long sword in his left hand and a bamboo basket in his right hand, the young man walked through the corner gate on the right side of the martial arts arena with ease, and then sped along a path that led to the top of the cliff in the back mountain.

The path up the mountain was narrow and steep, but the young man was very steady under his feet, and he was extremely fast, and in a short time the top of the cliff was in sight.

The basket boy climbed to the top of the cliff platform in one breath, just in time to see Meng Fan overlooking the mountain scenery, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shouted happily: "Uncle Shi, you succeeded?"

The basket boy knew very well that the senior uncle in front of him had been in retreat on the top of this bare cliff for a whole year, and the purpose was to create an internal martial arts method.

In the past, every time he came to deliver food, this uncle was in retreat and worked hard, and he had never been as idle as today to stand in front of the cliff and enjoy the mountain view, so when he saw this scene, he had a guess in his heart, coupled with the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, he was more sure of his guess.

When Meng Fan heard this, he didn't look back, but replied with a light smile: "You are still as smart as ever!" After that, he let out a long breath of turbidity, and a deep light far beyond his age appeared in his eyes.

"In a blink of an eye, it's been sixteen years since I came to this world, time flies so fast!" Meng Fan muttered to himself, but just now he remembered the days when he first came.

Meng Fan's sigh was blown away by the mountain wind, and the young man didn't hear it, but after seeing Meng Fan nodding, he immediately put away the bohemian demeanor on his body, and then put down the bamboo basket, bowed down and bowed: "Congratulations, uncle!"

Meng Fan turned around, looked at the rare solemnity on the young man's face, and said with a smile: "Get up, this doesn't look like you." As he spoke, he walked to the stone table beside him.

The young man is none other than the protagonist of the world-Ling Hu Chong.

Although Meng Fan is Ling Hu Chong's uncle, because the two are close in age, Meng Fan never puts on the shelf of elders. Therefore, although Ling Hu Chong called him uncle, the two got along like equals.

Hearing Meng Fan's joke at this moment, Ling Hu Chong smiled, and the solemn look on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and then returned to his previous unruly appearance.

At the same time, he scooped up the bamboo basket on the ground, walked to the stone table in three or two steps, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi is so lucky, there is a good wine to celebrate today!"

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt covering the bamboo basket and took out a bottle of wine the size of an adult's fist, then two wine glasses, and then two dishes of meat and one vegetarian and two large bowls of rice.

"It's your luck!" Meng Fan joked with a smile, this guy personally brought food to himself every day, mostly for the sake of the wine that Ning Zhongze prepared for himself to ward off the cold.

When Ling Hu Chong heard this, he didn't defend himself, he immediately reached out and picked up the wine jar, smashed the mud seal, and poured a glass for Meng Fan first.

Seeing this, Meng Fan picked up the wine glass with a smile on his face, and then drank it beautifully with a "snort".

Meng Fan is not addicted to alcohol, but Ling Hu Chong is a drunkard, this kid is also a slippery head, he knows that drinking alone will inevitably be criticized by Lao Yue, so he pulls Meng Fan with him every time, and if he is discovered by Lao Yue afterwards, he will say that he is on the order of his uncle and just drinks with him.

After such a long time, Meng Fan was also raised by Linghu Chong to drink a wine worm, and he had to drink a cup or two from time to time. Of course, Meng Fan himself is also happy to be like this, he was very addicted to smoking in his previous life, and if he has no smoke in this life, he can only replace it with wine.

The two drank and drank each other, and after they were full of wine and food, Ling Hu Chong stood up, walked around to Meng Fan's side, and said with a shy face: "Uncle Shi, I don't know if my nephew is lucky enough to see your self-created magic skills!"

Meng Fan straightened his long hair that was a little messy, then glanced at Ling Hu Chong, shook his head and said: "Ling Hu Chong, I know what your idea is, originally, it is not a big deal for me to pass on this martial art to you, but this martial arts is thick and calm, but it is not suitable for your out-of-the-box temperament, if you believe in Uncle Shi and me, you might as well concentrate on practicing basic internal skills." As long as you practice this set of basic internal skills to perfection, you will surely reap unexpected benefits after that!"

Linghu Chong did not doubt him, he had a jumpy personality, he did not like to meditate for a long time to practice internal strength, he had been taught by Lao Yue because of this matter, but since he learned "Self-cultivation Gong" from Meng Fan, he has never been trained by Lao Yue in terms of internal strength.

"Self-cultivation Gong" made him twice the result with half the effort when he practiced internal strength, but it made him thank this young uncle from the bottom of his heart.

"I naturally believe in Uncle Shi!" Ling Hu Chong did not have a look of disappointment in his tone, and after that, he picked up the matching sword beside him, and instantly withdrew more than ten steps, and then laughed: "I can't learn Uncle Shi's own magic skills, it's enough to learn your swordsmanship!"