"Ahh

A figure came in from outside the courtyard, it was Lin Qing'er.

I saw that compared with Lin Qing'er I saw before, she is already very tall now. Melon seed face, willow eyebrows like the moon, Qiong nose and apricot eyes, very cute. But the only thing that hasn't changed is her gentle smile.

"The so-called not seeing you for a day, such as every three autumns, Qing'er, I didn't expect to see you for three months, you are getting more and more beautiful" Yan Yin looked at Lin Qing'er in front of her with a smile.

"Hmph...... I didn't expect you to become flamboyant as soon as you woke up" Although Lin Qing'er snorted lightly, the smile on her face became thicker and thicker, "In the future, you are only allowed to say it once a day, hehe"

Yan Yin laughed and said, "Qing'er, you are still the same"

Lin Qing'er grinned, sat on the side, and looked at the empty plate on the stone table, "Hey, Sister Xue, Fang Yin, have you all eaten?"

Fang Xue smiled, "Well, he just woke up, and he was a little hungry, so he made something for him to eat."

"Hehe, Fang Yin, how is it, is Sister Xue's food delicious?" Lin Qing'er said with a smile, "Don't look at Sister Xue is usually so cold, but the food she cooks is very fragrant."

Yan Yin nodded, "This is true, Xue'er's cooking is very delicious, just like my mother"

"That's," Lin Qing'er looked at Fang Xue and said, "That's right, Sister Xue, Teacher Su asked us to go to her tonight to help sort out some information." ”

Fang Xue was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Okay, let's go over that night." ”

Yan Yin kept hearing the two of them talk about that Teacher Su, but she didn't know what kind of person Teacher Su was in their mouths, so she asked casually, "Qing'er, what kind of person is that Teacher Su you are talking about?"

"Teacher Su," Lin Qing'er said softly, "She's a peerless woman."

"Absolute woman?" Yan Yin said, "Is she ruthless?"

"Poof" Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er covered their mouths at the same time and smiled, "Stupid"

Lin Qing'er said, "Absolute woman, it's not that Teacher Su is ruthless. On the contrary, Ms. Su is very kind and gentle, and she is a very quiet woman. Ms. Su is our miscellaneous tutor and is the teacher who teaches us some basic knowledge about today. Moreover, Teacher Su is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is a rare beautiful woman in the world" Speaking of this, Lin Qing'er smiled and said, "It's almost the same as Sister Xue!" ”

Yan Yin glanced at Fang Xue and said with a smile, "I know this, I remember that some people say that Xue'er is the goddess of frost."

Fang Xue's face turned red, and she said embarrassedly, "That's all nonsense from others, don't believe it"

"Also, Xue'er looks so kind, and she's not cold," Yan Yin nodded and groaned.

"Hmph...... Lin Qing'er snorted lightly, "Fang Yin, that's because you don't know Sister Xue's temper." In fact, Sister Xue is usually very cold, only when we are together, it will be like this. "Forehead......" Yan Yin glanced at Fang Xue suspiciously, and said, "Xue'er, is that so?"

Fang Xue smiled silently, and said, "It's not too early, Fang Yin, you go and cultivate more! After sleeping for three months, you need to cultivate and adapt well, so that you don't let your cultivation regress."

Nodding, Yan Yin said, "Yes, you need to reactivate yourself and let your state reach its peak."

He Fang Xuelin Qing'er nodded, and Yan Yin returned to the place where Fang had just cultivated.

His legs shook on the ground, startling layers of broken leaves. The waist and the horse were united, Yan Yin picked up the horse step again and tied it up steadily.

In the courtyard, Fang Xue said, "Qing'er, you're hungry too, I'll go get you something to eat."

"No need, Sister Xue, I'm not hungry. Lin Qing'er said, "Why don't we go and buy something for Fang Yin! Look at him, the clothes he just wore are still pajamas, how can this work?"

Fang Xue thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, I almost forgot." The last time his friend helped him wash and change his clothes, he never changed his clothes again. After buying clothes, boil some water and let him take a shower. Although he wiped it every day, he also needed to wash it, after all, he had slept for three months."

"Mm-hmm" Lin Qing'er nodded, picked up Fang Xue and left.

"Wait, I'll go talk to Fang Yin" Fang Xue smiled slightly.

"No need, you guys go ahead, I'll just practice here," Yan Yin's voice came from the bamboo forest behind the house.

Lin Qing'er said in surprise, "Ah, he can hear it so far away."

"It should be that after the transformation, his cultivation has gone further," Fang Xue said with a smile, "Let's go!"

In the bamboo forest in the backyard, Yan Yin's legs were firmly rooted on the ground and began to look inwardly at her body.

His blood vessels, compared to before, had at least doubled in size. Each blood vessel is very tough, like an iron lock, locking the blood in his body in the blood vessel.

His bones became thicker and thicker, shining like white jade, but hard as black crystal. The muscles are denser and denser, as if a big dragon is hidden in every cell.

The current Yan Yin doesn't look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at all. Not only the bones, but also his figure and appearance. After waking up, his figure has risen a little taller, and his figure has become a little stronger.

Now he looks like a handsome and extraordinary young man. The sword eyebrows are starry, and the lines on the face are distinct. He has long dark hair tied back casually. The breeze blows, raising my clothes and long hair, and the swallows in the bamboo forest have a kind of artistic conception that the wind moves me without moving.

"Breathe ......" "Suck ......"

Exhale and breathe, Yanyin's breath is long and long. With every breath, on the ground in front of him, the bamboo leaves would move with the wind.

His breath gradually calmed down, and his spirit gradually let go out, making himself more empty.

"Chirp" a small bird that came from nowhere, standing leisurely above his head, chirping non-stop.

When he looked inside his chest, Yan Yin suddenly found that there was something more in his heart.

It was a white glow that glowed softly. Standing quietly next to his heart, the light changed as his heart beats.

"What is this?" Yan Yin looked at the white light in her body strangely, and muttered, "Could it be Jade Tooth?"

As soon as she thought of this, Yan Yin gave up her mind of continuing to explore the white light.

Retracting her inner vision, Yan Yin opened her eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, "It seems that the jade tooth back then was indeed a little weird. The jade tooth was taken from my father, and I remember that my father once said that the jade tooth was the heirloom of the Yan clan, and it was also the only martial saint Yan Yuntian of the Yan clan back then. It seems that this jade tooth must be very important, otherwise, it will not let a martial saint pass it down."

The current Yan Yin is no longer the person who didn't know anything back then. Although he didn't understand, how powerful the Martial Saint was in the world today. But he knew how powerful a martial sect and a martial king were.

It is conceivable how powerful the Martial Saint who is more powerful than the Martial Sect and the Martial King is. What can be passed down by a martial saint must be extraordinary.

His body shook and shook, and the little bird above his head sprinkled a bubble of bird droppings between his hair and flew away.

A breath gushed out of his body and then put it away, Yan Yinqing snorted, his fists were out, and his feet roamed.

"The tiger pounces on the mountain because of the pounce, and the long snake is attached to the attachment. The upper and lower hits focus on the hitting, and the Yima Pingchuan pays attention to the punch momentum. Yan Yin was boxing, and at the same time, he drank in a deep voice, "The boxing is left and right, and the double dragon is churning the sea. ”

"Drink! Whip and break the river, draw and break" Yan Yin's fist condensed into a line and poured out violently, "The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, collapsed and cracked" A loud shout, Yan Yin's fists slammed into the forest.

The bamboo was hit by Yan Yin's fist and shook one after another. Bamboo leaves rain down.

"The ninth style, fist extinguishing fist sheng" Yan Yin frowned, "extinguishing and sheng, are two opposite things." Under the fist, there is death and no life. And Daddy created such a formula, punching and destroying boxing, which is and the intention. ”

Although he can play this formula, he doesn't understand the reason. The previous eight forms, he somewhat comprehended through the literal meaning and the form that he had memorized in his mind according to his father. According to his own ideas, and then blended them, Yan Yin also said that he had mastered seventy percent.

It's just that this ninth-style fist destroys the boxer, which makes him hesitate and hesitate a little.

Extinction and birth are two extreme opposites. Since it is destroyed, there is no birth. Since it was born, it was not destroyed.

"There is life and there is no death, there is death and there is no life. Yan Yin stepped forward and muttered, "How can you comprehend the mystery of fist extinguishment?"

This move happens to be the ninth form of Yan's long fist. This is a split point, the split point of Yan's long fist.

Yan's Changquan has eighteen styles, six styles are one kan, one kan is one realm, and a total of three realms are cultivated. From an innate martial artist to a military general, from a military general to a martial artist is another realm, and from a martial artist to a martial king is the last realm.

When Yan's long fist was cultivated to the realm of the Martial King, there would be no follow-up boxing techniques, and at that time, Yan Yin would need to create it himself.

But now, Yan Yin is focusing on his Yan's Changquan Ninth Style. In the eighteenth style, if the sixth style is a small hurdle, then the ninth and eighteenth styles are a big hurdle respectively.

If he wants to cross this hurdle, he needs to thoroughly understand what the true meaning and charm of this ninth-style fist annihilation fist is.

The leaves fall and the wind blows, the wind moves and the bamboo moves, and the quiet place is suitable for thinking. In such an environment, Yan Yin deduced the ninth type of fist over and over again. He pondered and scrutinized slowly, through every detail.

Since he did not have a master, his Yan Clan Changquan was practiced with the images that remained in his mind that his father Yan Yi had practiced when he was a child, as well as the words that Yan Shan Yan He had taught him.

Fortunately, his qualifications are very intelligent. Over the years, he has slowly cultivated by relying on his own understanding and pondering. Even if it was Qing Yuedu, he slowly figured it out by himself according to the record in that book.

The bitterness in it is not well known to outsiders. The ups and downs, the various tastes, are known only to him.

It is precisely because of this that his boxing moves will be dominated by fierceness and domineering. His boxing skills focus on the power of his boxing moves, and do not highlight the skills and moves in his boxing moves.

This is both his strength and his weakness.

His moves don't have a lot of fixed skills, so they are not easy for outsiders to break. He was very powerful, and he was much more powerful when he was against the enemy. However, there are no moves, no skills, if you meet someone with outstanding strength, no matter how great his strength is, he will be held back and dragged down.

Yan Yin is well aware of this. The last time he fought against Zhuang Shu, Yan Yin had infinite strength, but his physical injuries were not so good, not to mention, Zhuang Shu's swordsmanship alone made him very helpless. The wounds on his body were also left by Zhuang Shu's sword because of this. If it weren't for the fact that he fought hard to break Zhuang Shu's long sword at the last moment, I'm afraid he would have been more seriously injured.

"If you are powerless, you can't talk about skill, and if you don't have skill, you can't use force" Yan Yin frowned and walked towards the courtyard, because he had already noticed that Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er were back.

(New Year's Day, Happy New Year!!!)