As soon as he heard that the pulse technique he wanted to learn was the lowest grade of the first-grade pulse technique, Qiu Lei couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, Qiu Xiaotian naturally saw his thoughts, and opened his mouth to mention: "Lei'er, you remember, the road of a martial artist lies in the gradual progress, everything needs to be steady and steady, it is not that the power of the low-grade pulse technique is weak, the level of the pulse master learning the pulse technique is closely related to how many doors the pulse master can open, the low-level pulse master, even if he is given a high-grade pulse technique, he can't learn it, I handed you this set" If you want to learn advanced pulse techniques in the future, you must first open a few more pulses, do you understand?"

Qiu Lei nodded again and again, and said, "Father, I understand, the so-called pulse technique, there is no absolute difference between strength and weakness, if the level of the pulse master is high, even if it is a first-grade pulse technique, it can exert considerable power." ”

Qiu Xiaotian looked at him with appreciative eyes, "You're right, the so-called pulse technique is just a form of pulse power exerted by the pulse master, and the most important thing is the martial artist himself, if you face an opponent who opened four pulse gates, the opponent just opens the pulse gate, and the pressure generated is enough to make you unable to breathe." ”

"You're standing. Qiu Xiaotian said.

Qiu Lei stood up when he heard this, Qiu Xiaotian began to teach the luck method of "inch wind", his own veins have been sealed, and he can't show Qiu Lei luck demonstration, so he can only use words to remind Qiu Lei: "If you want to start the inch wind, you must first feel your own veins, luck and Ren veins, so that the body and veins are one, condensed in the three major acupuncture points of the sea of qi, bent bones, and Shenque, so that they can penetrate the veins, and then walk in the arms Shaoyin and the sun The two twelve canons are issued." ”

According to what his father said, Qiu Lei walked in his body, and after walking for a short week, his arms suddenly threw a punch, but his fist was weak and obviously unsuccessful.

"Father, why is it that after I condensed the three acupoints of the Ren Mai, when I was lucky enough to reach the two meridians of my arm, the original qi had been reduced to nothing?" Qiu Lei couldn't help but ask.

"If you want to send out the pulse technique, you must first unite the body and pulse, and the pulse can be in the body, so that you can shake the pulse and attack, your pulse door has not yet been opened, and the qi you feel is naturally too little, and after you open the Ren pulse door, you can condense the cyclone in the three points of the sea of qi, bending bones, and Shenque, and you can naturally send out the pulse force and hit the inch wind. Qiu Xiaotian said: "Remember, the inch wind is divided into three sections, and each of the three acupoints of Ren Pulse can beat the pulse power separately. You can also play three points together, each time you add the power of a hole, you will raise an inch of power, and when you compete with others, you can control the power of the inch wind, and you can also make the battle situation change at any time. ”

Qiu Lei nodded and said, "Father, I understand." ”

"It's good to understand, you're trying a few more times. ”

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In the small courtyard in front of the door, the boy's figure is constantly dancing, Qiu Lei's sweat is flying, in the afternoon, Qiu Lei is standing in the small courtyard and constantly cultivating the inch wind, although his pulse door is not open, can not really send out the pulse through the meridians, but this effort is not completely fruitless, many luck pulses, has made him familiar with the breath of the inch wind when the force surges, Qiu Xiaotian on the side is also satisfied with the nod, although Qiu Lei's talent is average, but serious and hardworking, and when he really opens the pulse door, it is enough to perform the real pulse technique.

"That's all for today. Qiu Xiaotian glanced at the sky, and finally said: "Too much luck is not good for the body, take a rest today, and practice again tomorrow." ”

"Hmm. Qiu Lei responded, but the movements of his hands did not decrease at all, he wholeheartedly felt the strength and weakness of the breath in his meridians, and said with a serious expression: "Father go back and rest first, I'm doing it for two weeks." ”

Qiu Xiaotian just shook his head when he heard this, seeing his son working so hard, Qiu Xiaotian only hated that his veins were closed, he was already a waste, every time he saw Qiu Lei, it was as if he saw himself when he was young, so he had to give some advice, and then left.

Qiu Lei practiced the luck method for a while, but after all, he couldn't feel too many changes, which was also caused by his unopened veins, Qiu Lei knew that cultivation should not be reckless, but when he thought of his father being ridiculed on weekdays, a trace of anger rose inexplicably in his heart!

Although Qiu Lei is young, he has also suffered a lot of criticism from his father Qiu Xiaotian over the years, coupled with his own talent, almost no one is optimistic about him.

"The son of a waste is also a waste, even if he opens the vein, how much can he achieve? With your appearance, you still want to participate in the town's veinmaster conference? After all, he is just a clown who jumps off the beam!"

Qiu Lei still remembers Liu Jin's face when he said this, the reason why he practiced all night and encouraged himself every day was to hope to make up for his clumsiness, but in the way of martial arts, in the end, what he paid attention to was a talent, if a pulse master was compared to a bucket of water, then talent was a bucket of water, which directly determined the amount of water, and also determined the final achievement of a pulse master!

Qiu Lei is now fourteen years old, and he has not yet opened the pulse gate, according to his current cultivation speed, he may be able to enter the pulse master realm within three months, but compared to those who have a little talent and qualifications, it is still far behind, take Wang Yingluo, who is Qiu Lei's childhood sweetheart, for example, I heard that she has opened the pulse door and entered the pulse master realm last year, and Wang Yingluo's age is still one year younger than Qiu Lei!

As a man, who is not full of enthusiasm and hopes that he can dominate the road of martial arts?

Although Qiu Lei's family background is mediocre, he also has an ambition to get ahead, he grew up listening to the legendary stories of those pulse masters in the town's storytellers, and his heart is naturally very yearning, hoping that one day, the hero told by those storytellers is himself!

But reality is always cruel!

Qiu Lei asked himself if he put in no less effort than others, but this year he is fourteen years old, and he has only touched the threshold of the pulse master!

Qiu Lei sighed, and finally withdrew the dantian qi that was paraded in the meridians, although he wanted to become stronger, he also knew the consequences of excessive cultivation intensity, once the meridians were damaged, he would really have no chance of martial arts for the rest of his life!

He glanced up at the sky, it was already evening, the setting sun was slanting on the other side of the mountain, the orange-red light stained half of the sky, it was so beautiful, Qiu Lei did not go directly back to the wooden house, but walked towards a long and narrow goat path on the other side of the hut.

Although Qiu Lei's family is in Jingyang Town, his father and son are not always treated by the people in the town, so Qiu Xiaotian built such a wooden house at the foot of Murong Mountain outside the town, and the father and son live here on weekdays.

Qiu Lei followed the goat's path all the way up, he was agile and familiar with the road, apparently often walking from this rugged mountain road, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Qiu Lei was halfway up the mountain.

Instead of continuing along the path, he turned around and plunged into the dense forest, bypassing several large banyan trees, and the sound of clear running water could be heard in the forest.

This is a valley.

The water of the stream flows down the north side of Murong Mountain, and here a cliff turns sharply, and as the years go by, a small waterfall has formed here, and under the cliff, a quiet valley has been formed.

Qiu Lei didn't know when the valley here was formed, when he found here, the waterhole under the cliff was already dark green, bottomless, the stream was murmuring, left along the cliff here, and merged into the pool, even if winter came, the river froze, and the stream and the pool had never frozen.

Qiu Lei has not gone down the cliff, he also wanted to see the waterhole up close, but the mountain road is rugged, there is no road leading directly to the bottom of the cliff, and the rock soaked by the stream is also extremely smooth, if you climb down from this cliff, it is also a very dangerous thing, not to mention that the bottom of the cliff is already considered to be the depths of Murong Mountain, maybe there are fierce beasts, Qiu Lei is young, and he does not dare to go too deep.

He just likes to sit quietly by this cliff and listen to the sound of the clear stream, which can calm his irritable mood when the time comes.

Whenever he was in a bad mood, or when his cultivation had not progressed, Qiu Lei always liked to sit here alone and be quiet, empty his mind, not thinking about anything, everything in the world became calm here, and there seemed to be no ridicule and insults from others, and no cold eyes from others.

Qiu Lei sat quietly for a while, the sunset fell down the Murong Mountain, and the residual light shone on him, and Qiu Lei in the valley had a more picturesque meaning.

However, this kind of silence and comfort did not last long, and a soft sound suddenly came from the mountains and forests, and the sound was weak mosquitoes and flies, but in such a quiet valley, it was still noticed by Qiu Lei!

He stood up suddenly, only to see a colorful tiger emerge from the bushes on the other side of the stream!

When Qiu Lei saw this tiger, the hairs on his whole body stood up!

Although he has not opened the pulse gate, he has been cultivating his luck for many years, and his body meridians have long been different from ordinary people, although he is young, but when he encounters ordinary tigers and beasts, Qiu Lei is not very afraid, so he dares to leave the mountain road and walk into this rare valley.

But the tiger standing in front of him at this time was different from ordinary tigers, the fur of this beast's whole body was as blue as a prismarine, and the sides of its body had strange and mysterious veins, and its body was much taller than ordinary beasts, with sharp teeth and claws, blood spurting out, and its eyes exuding emerald green light!

His pupils constricted, and he already recognized the beast's name!

A Pulse Beast!