Second, the morning sun shone over the earth. In the sky, a red light jumped into people's sight.

The morning dew is dotted with green leaves, and the wind blows in the middle of the bamboo. The most is a touch of flowers and laughter, a few people are a few people who are sad. The most painful parting, the most distant sadness.

Letting go of his hand, Yan Yin stood up, looked outside the house, and said slowly, "He's here"

Outside the residence, a breath was quietly fixed there. If there is no ethereal, there seems to be nothing.

Fang Xue stood up, straightened up her wrinkled clothes, and looked at Yan Yin's gaze, "Are you leaving?"

With a long sigh, Yan Yin said, "Xue'er, do you have anything else to tell me? As long as you say it, I will definitely abide by it."

Fang Xue shook her head lightly and said softly, "What should be said, I have already said it, I only hope that you can take care of yourself"

"Don't worry!" Yan Yin looked at Fang Xue and said, "As long as you're okay, I'll be fine."

With a light hum, Fang Xue looked at Yan Yin quietly with clear eyes, wanting to keep his face in mind and engrave it in his mind. After a long time, the aura outside fluctuated, Fang Xue sighed and left slowly.

The white clothes are better than the snow, the green silk is like a waterfall, the wrists are red lips, and the long sword is carried. The figure is outstanding, the clothes are fluttering, as if the fairy is far away, and the beautiful and cold breath gradually swings away from her body.

Watching Fang Xue gradually pull away, disappear into the courtyard, and disappear behind the wall. Yan Yin clenched her hands tightly, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

Outside the courtyard, Nangong Jian stood arrogantly outside, and when he saw Fang Xue coming out, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go! I believe that in five years, he will go to you."

Fang Xue hummed softly, and a trace of crystal slowly flowed out of her eyes. After a few moments, it disappeared without a trace.

With a long sigh, Nangong Jian waved his hand to wrap Fang Xue, and his body disappeared hundreds of zhang away, flashing again, it was already a black spot.

In the courtyard, Yan Yin silently felt the breath gradually disappearing. He didn't dare, and he didn't want to watch Fang Xue's departure, he was afraid that he couldn't help it. Only if you don't see it with your own eyes can you endure the sorrow in your heart.

"Xue'er, wait for me" muttered, and Yan Yin strode out of the door.

He didn't chase Fang Xue, but returned to the bamboo forest and headed towards the mysterious man. He's going to be strong, he's going to be powerful, he's going to keep his promises. So, he now decides to visit the mysterious man, hoping that he will take him as an apprentice.

Coming to the mysterious man's residence, Yan Yin didn't feel his breath. However, this is not a difficult matter, Yan Yin surged the qi and blood in his body, exuding his own strong aura.

After a while, he only heard the sound of a gust of wind, and behind him, there was an extra breath.

"You're looking for me?" the voice was cold and emotionless.

Yan Yin turned his head, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "Well, I want to worship my predecessors as teachers."

"Oh, why should I take you?" the mystery man didn't hide his face. He was a middle-aged man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a cold face, and long black hair draped casually over his shoulders. In his hands, he held a black rabbit-like creature. Yan Yin knows that this is the black soil cunning rabbit in "The Chronicles of the World". It is a very timid beast that usually only appears at night.

"Because I want to become stronger, I want to learn boxing from you!" Yan Yin stared at the middle-aged man's eyes and said seriously.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man didn't answer Yan Yin's words, and asked lightly.

"Fang Yin," Yan Yin replied in a deep voice, "students of Southern College"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Do you know how to barbecue?"

Yan Yin was stunned for a moment, and then nodded, "Yes!"

"Take it, bake it for me and then bring it to me" The middle-aged man threw the black soil cunning rabbit to Yan Yin, and then turned back to the house.

Through the window, Yan Yin could see that he was reading a book.

Looking at the black soil cunning rabbit in his hand, his whole body was dark, and his small and agile ears were already paralyzed. The cunning rabbit is about fifty pounds, and its body shape is almost the same as that of ordinary hunting dogs.

Glancing at the middle-aged man who was reading, Yan Yin began to get busy.

First crush a piece of bamboo, then use tough bamboo strips to cut the fur of the black soil cunning rabbit, and then with its own strong strength, Yan Yin skinned it alive. After a while, a whole rabbit skin was peeled off.

Subsequently, Yan Yin cleaned it up, and finally cleaned it, found a very old bamboo string with the cunning rabbit, and used a few bamboos to build a frame, tied it with the bamboo skin of the tender bamboo, and then began to prepare for the fire barbecue.

Fortunately, Yan Yinping said that he would carry some necessary fire folds on his clothes, and after a while, he used the dried bamboo leaves to light the fire. After the fire was blazing, Yan Yin was boiling the cunning rabbit meat on the fire.

Use your own internal force to control the fire and prevent the cunning rabbit meat from being cooked and burned. The true qi in the body penetrates into the cunning rabbit through the bamboo pole in his hand, protecting and adjusting the fire.

After about half an hour, the smell of meat began to come out. A drop of golden oil from the cunning rabbit makes the flames flicker from time to time.

"Okay?" Yan Yin was about to be reincarnated to call out to the middle-aged man he was about to apprentice to, when a faint question suddenly came from behind him.

Yan Yin was shocked, he didn't notice when this person came out of the bamboo house.

Suppressing the regret in his heart, he nodded, "Well, it's almost." You can start eating, but I don't have any seasoning here, otherwise it would have tasted better."

The middle-aged man was silent, tore off a piece of hot cunning rabbit meat from the flames, and threw it into his mouth casually.

Yan Yin secretly said that this person is so powerful, and his hands have reached the point where he is not afraid of fire or heat.

"Well, it tastes pretty good" The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Go and beat me all over again, if it gets into my eyes, I will take you as an apprentice"

Only then did Yan Yin know that this person already knew that he was peeking at him boxing.

With an apologetic smile, Yan Yin nodded and said, "Okay, please ask Master for advice"

The middle-aged man was silent, slowly tearing off pieces of meat from the cunning rabbit and putting them in his mouth.

Yan Yin stood in the open space a little far away from the fire and began to punch, which was the seven moves of the middle-aged man.

Every move, every style, he mobilized the spirit of his whole body to fight, and tried his best to do his best.

"Unfazed"

"The Wind Rises and the Waves Rise"

"Splashing Water"

"Big Waves"

"Stormy Waves"

"The ebb and flow of the tide"

"The Wind Calms Down"

............

Seven boxing moves, Yan Yin showed all that he had mastered and understood so far in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't raise his head, quietly eating the cunning rabbit meat. At the time of Yan Yin's performance, he had already eaten the cunning rabbit meat. Even if it's a bone, there's nothing left.

Yan Yin retracted his fist, suppressed the breath in his body, and looked at the middle-aged man, only to see that he didn't raise his head, cleaning up the last piece of meat.

With a sigh in her heart, Yan Yin's face showed a trace of loss.

"You've learned all my moves, and your qualifications are pretty good. Your qi and blood are very vigorous, and when you box, you mobilize the spirit of your whole body, it seems that you have practiced boxing before. It's just that since you have learned my boxing, why do you still worship me as a teacher?" the middle-aged man slowly raised his head, looked at Yan Yin with an unwavering expression and asked.

"My fist has no form, and my fist is just a boxing move, not a boxing technique. I want to learn your true boxing skills, Master" Yan Yin hurriedly said, "I am unfortunate and bitter, as long as my predecessors are willing to teach me"

"Punch yourself, if you can, you're my registered disciple," the middle-aged man turned and walked towards the room.

Yan Yin was stunned for a moment, his face changed several times, and he hesitated. His own punches, what they were, of course he knew. Not only does he know, as long as he types out, the middle-aged man will inevitably recognize it.

It was an adventure and he didn't know how it would turn out.

If the middle-aged man had malicious intentions towards him after recognizing Yan's long fist, then Yan Yin would definitely die. Because, the middle-aged man is a martial king, there is no doubt about it. His strength made Yan Yin only look at him.

After hesitating for a moment, when the middle-aged man was about to enter the house, Yan Yin gritted his teeth fiercely and said in a deep voice, "Okay!"

As he spoke, Yan Yin began to use Yan's long fist.

The middle-aged man's steps also stopped there, with his back to Yan Yin.

"Tiger pounced on the mountain" A tiger roared, shocking the earth, and the surrounding bamboos shook one after another.

Immediately after, Yan Yin played the rest of the moves in turn.

"Ninth style, fist extinguishing fist sheng" Yan Yin roared, and his fists revealed a sharp and domineering energy, like blowing withering and decaying, shattering the bamboo in front of him more than ten zhang.

The fist was calm, and Yan Yin looked at the middle-aged man's back with apprehension.

"What about the remaining nine moves?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice with his back to Yan Yin.

Yan Yin replied truthfully, "My strength is not enough, and there is no one to teach, so now I can only play these nine punches"

"Did you comprehend and explore all these boxing moves by yourself?" the middle-aged man asked quietly with his hands behind his back.

"Well," Yan Yin said, "no one taught me, so I figured it out by myself based on my memory." ”

The middle-aged man was silent and stood there quietly.

Looking at his back, Yan Yin's heart gradually quieted down. He knew he was not in danger.

The breeze was blowing, and the bamboo forest was blown by the wind. Some of the bamboo leaves that fell to the ground were swept away by the wind, and some of the bamboo leaves fell from the bamboo branches.

The bamboo forest was very quiet, and Yan Yin didn't dare to look at the middle-aged man, waiting for an answer.

After a long time, the middle-aged man sighed, stepped up, and walked towards the house.

Just when Yan Yin thought he was disappointed, a voice came into his ears, "Tonight, wait for me by the sea"

Yan Yin was stunned for a moment, and then she was overjoyed, and said loudly, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!

The middle-aged man stood quietly in the room and sighed softly.

Yan Yin, who was extremely excited, took a deep look at this place and hurriedly ran towards the residence.

He knew that he had succeeded in his apprenticeship. This joy soon pressed Fang Xue's departure gradually.

Although he is still a little sad in his heart, Yan Yin is not a person who twists, he can afford to put it down.

I went back to the yard, tidied up casually, and then closed the house and went out. He was going to ask people where the sea was, and get ready for the evening.

The first place Yan Yin went to was where Xu Monkey and the others lived, but they didn't find anyone, and then went to Ling Yunfeng's residence, and there was no one.

In the end, one person knew that today was the last day of the preliminaries, and everyone was there in the martial arts arena.

The martial arts arena is the largest square of Southern College, located in the southeast corner of the college.

When Yan Yin stepped inside, what she saw was a sea of people. These people are all spectators, and they all sit in the audience seats around the martial arts arena and watch the middle of the field.

Yan Yin found a position in front of the terrain, looked towards the field, and saw two people competing.

One of them, Yan Yin knew, but it was Ye Qingwu's sister, Ye Qingchen.