When he got home, he called a servant to greet Long Ling and walked towards the hall. The old marshal was anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, in a hurry in the house. Liang Zhan returned home and looked at the slightly anxious melancholy grandfather, so that Liang Zhan, who had never enjoyed family affection in his previous life, felt that he was selflessly teased by family affection in his heart, and he was lightly moved and happy.

"Zhan'er, where have you been today?" asked Old Marshal Liang with a slight trembling excitement.

Liang Zhan replied, "My grandson's mind is wide open, and I want to go out for a walk and appreciate the customs of the capital. Looking at the preoccupied grandfather, Liang Zhan wanted to speak and stopped. Not wanting to spoil his grandfather's thoughts, Liang Zhan got up and retired.

Find Long Ling, pass it on to him in his last life to slaughter a ** Xuanyin decision, explain his precautions, and tell him his cultivation experience.

He returned to his room, took out the purple gold jade and sat down cross-legged to refine it. A weekly cycle, emitting a large amount of purple qi from his body. The physique has been improved unprecedentedly, and it will be a great time for future cultivation. Liang Zhan fell into a kind of mysterious and mysterious realm at this time, and the absence of self seemed to be connected with the air, and the soul and body had obtained the most perfect fit. Time passed imperceptibly in the cultivation, and it was only after the purple gold jade refining that Liang Zhan woke up leisurely. This epiphany, whether it is cultivation or fighting, has been greatly improved, from the innate body to the purple sun, you can absorb sunlight and transform it into cultivation. The exercises were also promoted to the peak of the earth and almost broke through to the wood of the earth, and it was a qualitative transformation before the end. I feel that my true yuan is full, and my whole body is surging, even if I have the strength to fight with the innate master.

When I went out, I was lazy, and my bones crackled. In the early morning, the whole world is clear, and the sunlight shines gently on everything through the faint vibration, which is a pleasing feeling.

The so-called swordsmanship, there is no move for the top, but there must be a move. If the move is like thunder, the simple wins, and the complexity is no speed. And with the shot, in order to have a number of roads, stand still. Up and down, left and right, obliquely left and right, obliquely left and right. It is for eight roads, but for one side, and the face turns around. Nine points are complete, so seventy-two roads. And the killer of the enemy, only in one move. Stir up the back stab, turn the defense into work. The enemy has a thousand moves, and Liang Zhan only has seventy-two moves. This is how it will reach the ten directions. The change of direction depends on speed rather than moves. With the shortest distance, the simplest move. In short, it is to dial up and down. Dial left and right, dial up and left and right, and dial left and right diagonally. Then, with the enemy's transposition, the angle is changed. And so on. Nine times in one turn, he has gone in all directions. However, it is not easy to win with speed, and it is extremely difficult to practice with a strong spirit. Between the world, Liang Zhan has never seen it. but by oneself to understand it. Even so, seventy-two dials are also considered swordsmanship. It's just a flaw in the body. No move is a move, and the move can be ignored.

Simplifying the complex, ninety-nine into one, now one sword can transform into six sword qi, and there are four more than the peak of qi training in the previous life. Lift your breath and dance in the clouds, and the second degree of nothingness is light. I saw him dancing his sword to be as quiet as a tiger, as moving as a flying dragon, as slow as a cloud, as fast as lightning, and steady and chic. The posture is chic and graceful with the wind, and the sword in his hand, following the light posture, is fascinated to watch.

Marshal Liang rushed over when he heard the sound, and watched his grandson have excellent martial arts, light skills, simple swordsmanship and Taoist rhyme, and the swordsmanship used is not a family heirloom of swordsmanship and body technique, which made him incredible at the same time, but also shocked. He felt that he was fighting Liang Zhan, and he might not be his opponent.

Liang Zhan felt his grandfather arrive and stopped practicing. Old Marshal Liang asked with great excitement and a little trembling, "Zhan'er, when did you practice such a high-level sword technique and body technique?" ”

"My grandson met an immortal yesterday, he helped me open my mind, passed on my immortal exercises, and waited for my grandson to copy a copy of the immortal cultivation exercises to my grandfather. ”

Marshal Liang believed that only immortals could reinvent his grandson and open up his intelligence.

Marshal Liang then asked, "I heard that I brought back a person yesterday, he is reliable and trustworthy?"

Liang Zhan looked at the direction in which Long Ling was resting and replied, "Grandpa, don't worry! ”

After a while, the old marshal Liang should go to the court, tell Liang Zhan, and hurry away.

Liang Zhan came to Long Ling's resting place, and saw a face that was blue and red for a while, tall and sharp. Seeing that Long Ling Ying made a mistake in practice, his face was blue and red, and he looked worried about his life. To heal his wounds, his hands were still in front of him, and he felt a burst of softness and comfort in front of him, which suddenly made Liang Zhan startled, and he couldn't care so much about continuing to infuse his true qi and calm the turmoil in the meridians. Seeing that his face gradually calmed down, after Liang Zhan withdrew his hand, he took out a Peiyuan Pill from the ring and put it in Long Ling's mouth.

Long Ling breathed for a while, continued to spin in the sky, and watched Long Ling's breakthrough like a bamboo. From the martial apprentice to the peak of the martial artist, it stopped, which was better than the Liang Zhan in the previous life.

Long Ling woke up from his cultivation and looked at Liang Zhan looking at her, Long Ling swallowed his words, blushed, lowered his head, and with tears in his eyes, he just messed with his clothes, that kind of soft pity and shyness, light pity and pity, it was indescribable. If it weren't for the fact that she was a girl, it would be particularly disgusting to look at her expression.