Chen An also knew that this situation was not a small hidden danger, but he didn't know how to deal with it. Now that he heard what Nangong Yao said, he eagerly opened his mouth and asked: "The heart law can't be changed, so how can it be saved?" After asking, he thought that he was still hostile to the old man, and it seemed inappropriate to ask such a question.

Nangong Yao didn't care, and he didn't take the opportunity to blackmail Chen An for anything, but replied directly: "The simplest and most effective way is to find the simplest and most basic internal strength method, practice diligently, and after one or two decades, you can almost eliminate hidden dangers, and in about thirty years, you should be able to control your internal strength freely." Your martial arts practice is so complicated, it shouldn't be difficult to find the martial arts mental method, you don't need me to teach it to you, right? Remember, try to find the Zhongzheng and peaceful mental method to practice. ”

Chen An questioned: "Twenty years, so long, you shouldn't have deliberately said this method that takes the longest time, right?"

Nangong Yao said: "Is it a long time? People who practice martial arts are the most jealous, impetuous, impatient, and quick success. How can there be a shortcut to martial arts? Only by being down-to-earth and diligent and cultivating hard is the right way. I don't know where your internal strength comes from, but according to my estimate, you have at least one Jiazi's cultivation, and now it's just for you to spend twenty years to achieve the achievements of others in sixty years, is this a long time?"

Chen An was silent for a long time, of course he couldn't say anything about the Soul Eater, that kind of feeling like eating people made him feel a little disgusting when he thought about it now, and he always had a sense of guilt. If Nangong Yao knows, his sense of justice will be bursting, and he won't fight with him.

In fact, he didn't really doubt Nangong Yao's words, but he just subconsciously wanted to argue a few words.

A complete martial art includes the heart method, the moves, and the breathing technique. Laymen feel that as long as they have the art of breathing in the pulse, they can cultivate superior internal strength. Theoretically, this is indeed the case, and the technique of exhaling the pulse specifically explains the operation of true qi in the meridians and acupoints around the body, which can be said to be extremely important. However, the mental method is much more empty, and its content is basically some scripture atlas, which depends on the imagination of the cultivator. For example, the phrase "I want to burn myself" makes people imagine that there is a fire burning themselves. This kind of ethereal thing is certainly not welcome.

But in fact, the importance of the mind is understood by anyone who practices martial arts. As the so-called qi can be done at will, the mind is to cultivate the mind, and when it is intentional, it is angry. To put it simply, the heart method of refining the gods, the breathing technique of refining the qi, and the movement refining of the body, only the spirit and spirit practitioners are the right way, otherwise it is the evil demon outer way.

Chen An's Cold Flame Ice Charm Skill was originally a righteous path exercise, but now it was practiced by him in the nature of a magic skill. He himself knows this, so he is very attentive to Nangong Yao's words.

The other three people in the room also pondered to themselves, Nangong Yao's words were simple and straightforward, and of course they understood. They are all people of the dark division, and like Chen An, they pay more attention to the cultivation of essence, thinking that these two things can be seen and touched, and they can really improve their own combat effectiveness, but they have never paid attention to the gods who balance the two, and they have also gained a lot from comparing themselves at this time.

But the more this is the case, the more suspicious Yin Zheng becomes. Chen An's eyes when he entered the door already made him jealous, and Nangong Yao's words made him hesitate, he thought: "This old and young man is not a simple person, and it is better to protect him more when he will start to do it, otherwise he will kick the iron plate, and he will be uncomfortable." ”

He cautiously straightened up, and made several gestures in the air in a row, marking the location of Chen An and the others for the people in ambush outside, so that they could avoid them as much as possible, and then leaned down again.

As soon as he had done this, there was a flash of fire in the forest. Yin Zheng's spirit was lifted, and the main lord finally arrived.

Chen An frowned and thought hard about what to do in the future, even if a large group of strangely dressed barbarians pushed the door and walked into the wooden house, he didn't look up.

These barbarians have men and women, men's animal skin waists, ** upper body, women's gowns and short skirts expose snow-white thighs and a pair of lotus arms, regardless of whether men and women are carrying knives and arrows, looking wild and flamboyant. After they walked into the wooden house, they found that there were other people there, and they nervously pulled out their waist knives one after another, looking at Chen An and the others with wary faces. It wasn't until one of the old barbarians at the head muttered something that they relaxed and put their knives back into their sheaths.

The thin old barbarian looked at Nangong Yao first, and then at Chen An. Only then did he walk up to Nangong Yao and say politely, "Zunjia is the master of this place?"

Nangong Yao heard that his accent was pure, and he was surprised at first, but he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

The old barbarian said again: "When we meet in Pingshui, we will borrow a night, and there will be many disturbances." ”

"Please. Nangong Yao thought to himself: It's really rare for a barbarian to be so polite, and he wants to abuse Chen An all the way, and he still claims to be a citizen of the country, but he is ashamed, but this kid has not told me his name until now, which is simply unreasonable.

The old barbarian turned around and shouted a few words, as if instructing the other barbarians to prepare food, and then sat down beside Nangong Yao. More than 20 barbarians over there got the order, walked to the hearth and began to make a fire to cook, pick up sundries, and Nangong Yao and Chen An were far away, obviously the guard did not go.

The old barbarian turned a blind eye to this, just glanced at the blue light long sword on Nangong Yao's lap, and spoke: "The contemptible Huangdu sacrifices to Wei Mandu, dare to ask Mr. Tuba?" The old barbarian's hair was only gray, and he was obviously much younger than Nangong Yao, and he was not considered to be self-defeating by using these honorifics.

Nangong Yao didn't have a good impression of the barbarian, nor did he have any malice, but when he heard what he said politely, he didn't want to answer, but replied lightly: "Nangong Yao." ”

Wei Mandu didn't care about his cold tone at all, and continued to gossip about him. Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Nangong Yao had no choice but to deal with it, and finally got bored and simply closed his eyes to expel the poison, and let him talk to himself.

By this time the rest of the barbarians had already raised the fire, and the pot had been set up above the fire. Chen An suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the fire, with a strange expression on his face, he glanced at Nangong Yao again, and saw that the other party closed his eyes and looked annoyed, and finally shook his head and continued to ponder about his own affairs.

Time passed, and a strong smell of rice permeated the entire wooden house, and a barbarian girl in charge of cooking turned her head and whispered a word to Wei Mandu, to the effect that she called him over to eat. And Wei Mandu sent an invitation to Nangong Yao and invited him to dinner.

And Nangong Yao still replied lightly with four words: "Thank you, you don't have to." Even Chen An, who was on the side, couldn't help but look up at him. No one knows better than Chen An that Nangong Yao has only eaten two meals in the past half a month, and this kind of endurance is like a demon.

Wei Mandu politely expressed regret for Nangong Yao's refusal, then got up and walked among the other barbarians, took a sip of the broth handed to him by the clansmen, and suddenly felt warm and uncomfortable.

It's just that at this time, the mutation is abrupt, and countless arrows shoot in from the window like flying locusts. The barbarians in the wooden house were shot and fell to the ground. The rain of arrows lasted for five breaths, and then more than a dozen black-clothed men entered through the window, swinging their swords and slashing.

Of course, these barbarians are not vegetarians, and only two people were actually killed by arrows, and six or seven others were only injured. More barbarians found cover and fled, and at this time they also hastily drew their waist knives and fought with the comers.

Wei Mandu also reacted, stood up and shouted loudly, and when the barbarians heard his voice, their hearts were certain, and they gradually stabilized their positions, and they were inseparable from the enemy's killing. Even two of the barbarian women, taking advantage of the opportunity when the enemy was blocked by the men in front, untied the cloth bag on their waists and shook it to the ground, and suddenly countless poisonous insects were scattered all over the ground. Then they took out a dagger and slashed it on their wrists, dripping the blood on the poisonous insects. As soon as these poisonous insects saw the blood, they immediately became agitated, fluttering a pair of transparent wings and flying wildly towards the man in black.

Just as they were about to pounce on the man in black, the mutation arose, and the wooden house floor seemed to be on fire, and puffs of black smoke came out. As soon as the poisonous insect touched the black smoke, it immediately staggered like drunkenness, and the crisis of the man in black was immediately eliminated.

Wei Mandu urged the two barbarian girls repeatedly, and the two of them took out a strange vessel with seven small holes in the shape of a ball from their bodies, and blew it together by their mouths.

This babbling sound sounded completely out of tune to Chen An's ears, but the flying insects in the air no longer flew around as if they had found an organization, but pounced on the black-clothed man who was fighting with the barbarian man again.

Without the obstruction of black smoke, the man in black immediately suffered casualties.

Yin Zheng on the roof was in a hurry, slammed his palm through the roof, jumped down from the air with Miao Ying, and went straight to kill Wei Mandu. Wei Mandu seemed to have expected it, holding a peachwood staff, inseparable from the two of them, and he actually had a martial art that was not weak. It's just that his martial arts are peculiar and not similar to the Central Plains Doorway, just three or two Yin Zheng and Miao Ying are in danger.

It's too late, it's too fast, and before the whole process has even used ten breaths, the trend of strength and weakness has completely changed. Although most of the barbarians don't know martial arts, they are all powerful and numerous, and they have to be helped by insects, and it is only a matter of time before they defeat the men in black. They work in groups of three to form a small battle formation,

One attack, one defense and one surprise attack, even if the man in black has good martial arts, it is difficult to parry.

It is strange to say that the fighting in this house is so fierce, and Chen An and the others are still undisturbed, as if they are deliberately avoiding the two on both sides.

Chen An was relieved to watch the excitement and didn't plan to get involved, but seeing that the man in black was quickly defeated, and even running away was a problem, he still frowned. On the other side, Nangong Yao was still in place with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be deaf to the lively scene in this wooden house.

The result of the battle was not unexpected, Wei Mandu hit Miao Ying on the waist with a cane, and she couldn't get up for a long time, Yin Zheng could only fight with her alone, and soon lost the battle and was captured. The leaders were captured, and the black clothes lost their fighting spirit, and they were defeated and captured. Only an old man, who was still lying in ambush under the floor and never appeared, survived.

The barbarians took out the cow tendon rope and tied the black-clothed people on the ground, and at this time, there were only six black-clothed people, including Yin Zheng and Miao Ying, and the others were either bitten to death by poisonous insects, and they were killed with a knife, even the remaining six people were also injured.

The barbarians did not need to be instructed by Wei Mandu to clean up the corpses on the ground on their own. They escorted Yin Zheng to Wei Mandu, Wei Mandu turned to look at Nangong Yao who was in the middle of the set, his face was complicated, and he waved his hand at the barbarian, and the barbarian willingly escorted Yin Zheng and the other black-clothed people to the corner of the wooden house and took care of them.