"Do you want to learn martial arts?" asked Hua Wuyan sincerely. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This little guy can survive the natural disaster that swallows hundreds of thousands of people, and it seems that it is a little harder than his own life, so he is not afraid of killing him, and then he has a bit of affection.

"Okay, but ......" Xiao Huaishu was very excited when he heard it, but his tone changed to a little worried, and muttered: "How can martial arts be so easy to learn, there are more than 200 people in our village who don't even have one to learn, plus I'm a little stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn." ”

"It's not easy to learn?" Hua Wuyan was a little surprised, he had never seriously considered this question, thinking about it carefully, more than 100 villagers in Loujia Village didn't seem to know martial arts, but those people in Washington were all proficient in martial arts, and such a huge disparity was a bit strange.

"I've read those martial arts books, but I only know a few words in them, and I don't understand what they mean. Pity me spent a few copper coins for that martial arts cheats at that time, I really regret it, it's better to buy a vegetarian bun and eat it......" Xiao Huaishu sighed for a long time.

Hua Wuyan is a little enlightened.

It turns out that most of the poor people in the world are illiterate, and even if they know those words, they can't understand the meaning of those obscure words, and they can't practice martial arts according to the line of exercises. When he was a child, he was taught by Master Du to learn literature, and then Master E and Brother Dachun taught him to practice martial arts, so he didn't feel that practicing martial arts was such a luxurious behavior.

The medicinal materials needed to polish the roots and bones needed to practice martial arts and the pills required for cross-border borders are simply an astronomical amount for ordinary people, and it is not that the big ones will definitely not be able to support thousands of taels of silver, so it is better to let their children go to study and take the test to make a name for themselves. In addition, some people's meridians are naturally blocked and they are unable to cultivate internal strength, so martial arts cultivators are relatively rare.

"It's okay, I can teach you little by little, as long as you are willing to endure hardships, I promise you will learn. Hua Wuyan said softly, the little flower in front of him is not yet ten years old, and he has not missed the best age to practice martial arts, so he wants to teach him the martial arts cultivation methods in the "Yi Chuan Bao Sutra", even if he really becomes a scout in the future, he has a better chance of saving his life.

"Brother, why don't you take me as an apprentice!" the little locust tree hurriedly knelt down.

Hua Wuyan stopped him and said with a smile: "The cultivation of martial arts is broad and profound, I can't figure it out, what kind of face there is to accept apprentices, anyway, I will not hide what I have learned, and I will teach you everything." ”

"That's not good, my father said, as long as I am taught the skills, they are all masters, and they all have to be offered like a pro-Lao Tzu. ”

The little locust tree stubbornly knelt down.

The flower is not worried, and it can only be barely accepted.

He didn't know.

This kneeling.

Kneel down to a god-killing warrior who will shock the world one day!

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Loujia Village.

The thatched hut where Hua Wuyan lived in the past ushered in a group of uninvited guests.

More than a dozen people were all dressed in black, wearing hats that covered their faces, and their eyes occasionally leaked out were incomparably sharp, like eagle falcons. Although they have traveled thousands of miles, they have not been weakened, and they all stand in the wind, surrounding the scorched thatched huts.

If Hua Wuyan sees it, he will definitely recognize these men in black with a strong temperament - Donghua Siwei.

One of the men in black walked and stopped, looking around, sometimes looking at the steep mountains, sometimes at the babbling river.

"There is nothing strange in the mountains, why did the Dongguan Qinglong be born?" is really strange!" the man in black muttered to himself with frowning brows.

His name is Xin Wenji, an important minister of the Donghua Dynasty, since his master Yuan Zhenggang returned to his hometown, he inherited the position of Si Tianjian and became the helmsman of Si Tianjian.

After hearing that the second dragon of February raised his head, Xin Wenji rushed over tirelessly, and he had to see for himself where the mystery of this place was, and it was able to give birth to Dongguan Qinglong, who tampered with the fortunes of the country!

Xin Wenji is a typical scholar, with a weak body and no martial arts. The thousands of miles of road stopped and stopped for a lot of time, and Loujia Village was really hidden, and it was not until more than half a year that I found this place.

After Xin Wenji used the two techniques of "defending quality" and "checking the shape" to see the mountains and rivers of Loujia Village, he was confused, sat on the stump of the tree that was only half a foot left on the burn, stroked his beard and pondered, and said to himself: "There is no gathering of the heart of heaven here, and the qi of the hall is collected, these landscape patterns are a bit fierce, according to the ability of the old fox of Du Jiujiang, how could he choose such a broken place...... He really let him raise a real dragon...... I can't figure it out......"

"Lord Xin, do you want to stay here for a few days? We don't have any dry food on us, if we need to stay for a few more days, we will send someone down the mountain to buy it. ”

A black-clothed man from Donghua Siwei stepped forward and said to Xin Wenji.

Although it was an inquiry, the tone of the man in black was not so respectful, and it had been five days since he accompanied Xin Wenji to this place where birds don't, and the time spent on the way had been more than half a year. Not to mention that the food is not good and the clothes are not good, even the women have not touched it, and more than a dozen subordinates complained, blaming themselves for this drudgery.

Si Tianjian is not the top boss, and the people of Donghua Siwei can't be so desperate. It's reasonable to have some complaints.

Xin Wenji heard the dissatisfaction in his words, and said kindly: "Don't look at it, let's go back to Donghua immediately, and when we arrive in the capital, the official will invite you to drink." ”

Xin Wenji has lived in the court for a long time, and naturally knows how to win people's hearts, and he has been patronizing and hurrying these days these days, and he has indeed choked these bloody guards, if he doesn't comfort a few words, I'm afraid these fierce men will really have to swing a knife and cut people.

"Thank you, sir!"

The man in black gave a perfunctory remark and retreated.

"Hey...... It's time to go home. ”

After resting for a while, Xin Wenji got up and stood, and was about to pat the dust on his robe, when he glanced at the stump of the tree, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Although the appearance of the tree stump is similar to that of a cypress tree, the texture in the middle vaguely forms a strange pattern.

Dragon-shaped!

Definitely not cypress!

Xin Wenji leaned over and looked at it carefully for a moment, and his eyes suddenly burst into a gleam!

Hurriedly taking a few steps back, Xin Wenji's legs and feet were a little weak, and he shouted frantically: "Panlongmu!"

"Wasn't this tree cut down by order of the royal family of the four countries? How could it be found in the capital of Jiujiang?! The landscape here has been changed by this tree, and it was definitely not this kind of layout before! Could it be the dragon life technique that has been lost for thousands of years?!"

Panlong wood is difficult to find, and difficult to plant, without containing the blood of the emperor dragon to nourish and nourish, it is impossible to make Panlong wood into timber, what method did the old man use to plant this anti-heaven god tree?

Xin Wenji's hands kept stroking the texture of the coiling dragon wood, frowning and pondering.

A gust of yin wind hit, and Xin Wenji, who was racking his brains, was full of cold, shivered suddenly, and his eyes widened.

Xin Wenji smiled bitterly and sighed: "Du Jiujiang has been by the emperor's side for a long time, stained with a little dragon energy, and then watered this coiling dragon wood with his own essence and blood, so that this tree can have some sleeping dragon effect." I'm afraid that this Panlong Wood will cost you decades of Yang Shou......"

Then it was calculated that the child went up the mountain on the second day of February, and then used hundreds of human lives to make him resentful, using the Panlong Wood as a guide, and the resentment rushed for nine days, so as to awaken the Dongfang Qisu, so as to force the Dongguan Qinglong, who had been silent for hundreds of years, to be born. Such sharp means, such domineering courage, worthy of Jiujiang, the capital of Jiuce Dingdonghua, Xin is convinced!"

Xin Wenji faced the thatched hut that had become ashes, shook it to the end, and said in a deep voice: "Master Emperor, Xin Wenji is polite!"