"What's the view on the fourth floor, is it very different from the previous three?"

"Well, it's as if someone has cleared the clouds in front of them, and the vision is clear. ”

"Climb high and look far, the first four floors of the martial arts are still rolling in the mud, the middle four floors are only in the land of a state, if you really want to be at ease in this world, the last four floors of the twelve floors should be your head. ”

"The last four floors... Sounds like a long, long time later. ”

"How many people have never been able to give birth to this breath machine in their lives in their lives, compared to them you are lucky enough to cherish your blessings, if you don't even dare to think about the last four floors, then you may not be able to set foot in that threshold in this life. ”

"The scenery up there.... Not enough for outsiders either. ”

Wu and the dart bureau courtyard ancestral hall actually moved into a collapse, can make the dart bureau ignore the desecration of the ancestors of the past generations is only the disabled old man surnamed Zhang, the real Dinghai Shen Needle in the dart bureau, even the head of the dart is half a generation younger than this one, such a character deserves such treatment at the end of his life.

The old man who was a little more energetic with a cushion to raise his upper body said that he was already a little tired after saying so many words to Wei Changpan, and when he closed his eyes and took a nap, the old phlegm in his throat gurgled and the latter hurriedly brought a spittoon to pick it up, and there were only a few people in the ancestral hall, the old doctor surnamed Ni, Zhang Bashun, who was the descendant of the Zhang family, Song Yanchao and Wei Changpan who was on the side of the collapse.

As the patriarch of the Zhang family, the old man who has been alone in the ancestral hall for decades has reached the end of his life, but he is still unwilling to leave the ancestral hall to find a comfortable room to live in, saying that he has been smelling the smell of incense, candles and fireworks here for the rest of his life.

The souls of Wu He and so many ancestors of the Zhang family are nearby, and he has survived to such an age, and death is not a relief.

People live for a lifetime, they should have seen him, they should have done everything, they have done everything, there is nothing to regret, it's time to die.

"At this age, you have excellent knowledge and martial arts realm, but you still owe some heat to wrestle with those characters who have been famous for a long time, not to mention those thousand-year-old and eighty-thousand-year-old turtles at the bottom of the well. The old man spit out a mouthful of sticky yellow phlegm in the spittoon, and then lay down on the silk cushion, "What you have to do is not something that can be done overnight, be patient, you are still young, and you still have a lot of years to learn things and polish yourself, and wait until everything is ready to do it, and the certainty is much greater than the recklessness of now." ”

"Hmm. Wei Changpan lowered his head and silently responded, "If you are tired, you will say less, and you don't need to work hard for me anymore." ”

He had been with him for five or six days, and the grumpy old man who had instructed him in martial arts in the past days had a mild temper at this time, as if he had changed someone, and this change did not make him happy, because along with his temper, the old man's spirit had changed.

"When people get old, they always nag and don't look like they. The old man gasped and shook his head slightly, "I always like to repeat those words with you juniors sentence by sentence, sometimes I just said it once and forgot it after a cup of tea, and I was worried that you would go a fork in the road again, so I wanted to say it again." ”

"You're very good, you don't need me to say anything, go your way, get out of Yuancheng, go out of Jinju, go to other states and counties in Dayao to see the scenery there, do some chivalrous deeds that you will remember when you are old, and finally do what you should do, even if you die at that time, there will be no regrets." ”

"Take a walk while you're young, but remember to go back early...."

Even rough men like Zhang Bashun also had red eyes when they heard it, and the rest turned their backs and couldn't bear to listen and look at it again. Wei Changpan held the old man's outstretched brocade quilt with a hand that looked like a pitch-black scorched wood, and the withered vines tangled on it grew into tendons. It used to be the hand that beat Wei Changpan with a jujube stick, but now he is so weak that he has no strength.

After less than half an hour, the old man became drowsy, and he didn't know what words he was saying.

The doctor surnamed Ni fiddled with the medicine box with an embarrassed face, and then pulled Song Yanchao to a secluded place in the ancestral hall, lowered his voice and said:

"Ordinary medicinal stone methods have no effect, to put it mildly, the loss of qi, blood and energy from cutting off his limbs decades ago is enough to be fatal, and Zhang Lao's ability to survive to this age depends on the martial arts physique and the pure qi in his body. ”

"There will always be a time when the body collapses, and the qi will eventually be exhausted...."The old doctor surnamed Ni took a deep breath and said what he thought in his heart, "I have a recipe here, the main ingredient is ephedra, but anyone who is dying can hang his life for half a day as long as he has a breath left, but there is no medical treatment after that..."

"There is no need to save it, a day or two of life, for me or for him, it doesn't matter anymore. ”

Song Yanchao sighed: "Do your best to let him go in peace." ”

Over the years, I have been accompanied by some tablets and incense candles in the ancestral hall, and I have worked hard for you, old friend.

"Then I'll go and prepare some soothing recipes, and I'll pour it down quickly, and I can't say it's more comfortable when I leave. After that, the old doctor surnamed Ni went to lie on the medicine box and write the prescription with charcoal, and spoke to Song Yanchao before leaving, "It's just a matter of these two hours." ”

The bed in the ancestral hall was surrounded by fires, and the two warm brocade quilts and skins were covered on the old man's body, but he still saw his teeth shivering, at first the doctor surnamed Ni thought that it was because there was no kang fire that caused the collapse of the cold too much, but when he reached out to the old man to probe into the quilt, he was shocked to find that it was unusually hot.

"You just hold Zhang Lao's hand like this, don't you feel hot?" Dr. Ni felt unbearable heat after touching it, and hurriedly retracted his hand from his back, and when he went to check the pulse, he was stopped by Zhang Bashun on the side, "Why are you stopping me?

"There's no need to take any more medicine...."Zhang Bashun's face was sad, and so was Song Yanchao nearby, only Wei Changpan and him didn't know why, "When the time comes, people will naturally leave...."

"But this hot poison...."

"It's not hot poison. The sadness on his face gradually turned into fanaticism, Zhang Bashun's face turned from white to red, and he stared at Wei Changpan's hand, "You are not a person who practices martial arts, and you will never know what this means to a four-story martial artist." ”

As the patriarch of the Zhang family, the one-armed and one-legged old man must lose his qi and blood after being so seriously injured, and his body is crumbling and decaying day by day, not to mention that even the martial arts qi in his body is used to continue his life, and it is finally exhausted day after day.

However, the old man still has a breath of qi in the body that is born after entering the fourth floor of the martial arts in the dantian, if it is used to continue his life, he can live for two more years, but at this time, it has become a gift to Wei Changpan.

This is a gift that can only be given by martial artists on the fourth floor before they die, and it is far better than the most precious herbs in the world that can be used for the future of martial arts. After all, the latter is just a foreign object that can temper the muscles and bones of the martial arts body, and the benefits to the realm above the four floors of the martial arts are minimal.

Therefore, the reason why the number of martial artists in the four-story building is much less than that of the three-story building, the reason can be glimpsed, the martial arts qi machine can be born is something that can be born, not something that can be made up by hard work alone, and it is indeed a fact that diligence can make up for the first three floors of martial arts, but whether you can go up to the next floor on the third floor of martial arts, it depends on whether God rewards this face.

"This is the last thing that Uncle can leave to his descendants, Wei Changpan, you are so alive, if you take Uncle's gift to do evil in the future, then I, Zhang Bashun, will kill you even if I go to the ends of the earth..."

Although Zhang Bashun knew that with his own three-story realm of martial arts, even if Wei Changpan before receiving the gift wanted to divide the victory and defeat, life and death would be within twenty he, but not saying this cruel sentence seemed to show that he was not interested in this gift....

After that, he laughed self-deprecatingly, how could the young man who could be favored by Uncle and Ah Wu be seen in his eyes by what he had done these days.

Ten days ago, Uncle knew that his death was approaching, so he asked him to come to the ancestral hall and told him frankly:

....

"Uncle's own qi has been damaged in these years, and there is still a little bit of purity left in the dantian, not that Uncle is stingy and refuses to give it to you, it is true that you have limited talent in martial arts, and you know how many possibilities there are if you want to go to the next level in the past few days..."

"Uncle, don't say it, my nephew's brain is buzzing. It's a waste to give a nephew such a gift as a martial qi machine, even if he forcibly inserts half a foot into the four-story building with such an outsider qi machine, he is destined not to enter an inch in this life...."

Zhang Bashun also knows the weight of this gift, although he only knew a few deeds in the martial arts realm of Uncle back then, but just by the words of these deeds, he couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart, whether Uncle was also the one who stood at the top of the rivers and lakes in Jinzhou back then, but what kind of character could make Uncle such a one-armed and one-legged tragic injury in the ancestral hall of the dart bureau?

"Originally, in my heart, I decided early in my heart that your brother would inherit this gift of qi, but at that time, he was arrogant and insisted on breaking out of the world with his own ability, if he received this gift at that time, he could go to the next level in the martial arts, and the victory or defeat of the two so-called big factions in Jiangzhou is still unknown. ”

"I'm dying, you're not young anymore, in the future, you will still make trouble for those young people...."

On that day, Zhang Ba secretly knew in his heart the candidate for this gift.

"Wei Changpan...."He muttered, "You don't want to disappoint Uncle...."