Longhu Mountain, Dao Palace.

Early in the morning, Bai Weiming came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as always.

In the Scripture Pavilion, there is the world's martial arts accumulated by the Dao Palace for thousands of years, and people with talent and status like the eldest disciple can enter and exit at will.

There was a chubby old man guarding the door at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and there was no trace of qi fluctuations from him, and the old man's beard was all white, and he was often unkempt. I slept lazily on a bamboo chair all day long, often sleeping for six or seven hours.

Great Elder Li Guixu once said that this old man is the same generation as his master, and he has to call him uncle when they meet on weekdays, so the disciples of the Dao Palace are also respectful to the old man.

As usual, Bai Weiming put breakfast on the old man's side, bowed slightly, and was about to enter the pavilion, but the old man woke up at some point, squinting his small eyes, staring at this talented big disciple.

Bai Weiming was stared at a little hairy, "Uncle Shi, dare to ask what you command?" ”

The old man didn't speak, just stared.

The two people stared at each other, and the scene was silent.

"Senior brother, you're too... Hmm..."Not far away, a fellow Dao Gong came to the door, seeing the name, just wanted to say hello excitedly, saw the scene in front of him, hurriedly covered his mouth, lowered his head, and walked quietly with his waist down.

"You're coming to Dao Palace... How many years? The old man sat up lazily and lit a dry tobacco.

"Back to my uncle, now, it has been more than ten years."

"Your master picked you up?"

"I heard from the master, I was an orphan of Gu Shu back then, and when the war was in chaos, I was fortunate to be taken in by the master..." The day before the master died, he had a quarrel with his old man, and the word "sorry" was never had a chance to say it in person.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

"When the teacher leaves, the beams of the Dao Palace will depend on you to support them in the future!" On that day, because of his greed for play, the master's words of hating iron and not steel still echoed in his ears. At that time, I didn't think about it, I didn't think about it... It's a prophecy.

"White name!" The old man suddenly shouted, obviously not seeing the slightest flow of qi, but he felt hit by a heavy hammer and suddenly came to his senses.

"The Tao is not in the door, you know?" The old man suddenly said without a word.

"The road is outside the house, right?" Bai saluted respectfully.

The old man rolled over and yawned.

Bai Weiming didn't make any trouble at all, but said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask Uncle Shi, where is the way?" ”

"Southeast—" The old man stretched and began to snore.

Bai Weiming pondered for a long time, bowed again, glanced at the quaint Scripture Pavilion with a complicated expression, and turned to leave.

The old man on the bamboo chair opened his eyes slightly and laughed softly, "The road is in the southeast... But it's even more in your heart...", and then fell into a deep sleep.

On this day, Bai Weiming, the great disciple of the Dao Palace, wore a white robe, one person and one sword, and floated away, nowhere to be found.

Sifang Village.

Yunchen woke up, checked his body, and was directly startled.

"When did I get so much qi in my body?"

I saw that in the eight meridians of the body, the qi was full, up to Baihui, down to the spring, flowing week by week, endlessly, and there was a bit of a transformation from gas to liquid.

"Is it because of that sleep?" Yunchen recalled that sleep, and still felt that the aftertaste was endless.

didn't know the reason, Yunchen was still very happy in his heart. Most of the cultivation that has fallen in the past few years has been replenished in these two days. Yunchen was very glad that in those bleak days, he still practiced Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, and never gave up.

"Does that Dongfang Poxuan General also have the same chance as me?"

Yunchen didn't think much about it anymore and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

"No, no, absolutely not." Before Yunchen finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Tie Tianqiong, "You want to toss the dead man," Tie Tianqiong was unceremonious, and directly burst into the head, "Reforging a weapon requires a lot of time and energy for a forger, and even life... What's more, it's this knife, huh? Do you want dragon scales? Do you want dragon tendons? Why don't you go to heaven? The more Tie Tianqiong spoke, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but give Yunchen another burst.

Yunchen bared his teeth, covered his head, jumped up and down in pain, he looked aggrieved, and muttered in a low voice, "It's not that I don't give silver..."

"Silver? Don't talk to Lao Tzu about silver! Is it a matter of how much silver? If Lao Tzu wants to help you forge this thing, you must use at least ten catties of cold iron and ten catties of flame crystals, they have been treasured by me for so many years, just like my beloved relatives and friends, siblings..."

"One hundred taels."

"One hundred taels of silver, what about sending it to Hanako? Roll on, hurry up, don't hinder Lao Tzu from striking iron. ”

"Five hundred taels."

"That's not either..."

"Plus ten altars of daughter red."

"You..."

"Another eight catties of dragon meat."

"Come on, Young Master Yun," Tie Tianqiong's face changed faster than he turned out, and his face was immediately full of smiles, "Hehe, I'm not hungry for these things from you, it's mainly because you kid has an appetite for me, just forging knives, raising hands, raising hands." ”

Yunchen was invited out by Tie Tianqiong with a smile.

In the small courtyard.

Yunchen's eyes were slightly closed, his posture was straight, and he felt the flow of qi in his body. What echoed in my mind was the pounce and cut of the tiger in the Burial Dragon Mountain, and the monstrous spirit of the dragon that died but did not stiffen.

Blessed to the soul, Yunchen's eyes are open.

The two fists slowly rose from the waist, and a quaint shelf was placed, and the fist technique slowly flowed out between heaven and earth. At the beginning, there was no momentum, such as a tiger's eye; The speed of the fist gradually accelerated, and the fist intent gradually became fierce, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and swooped down.

The fist wind passes, the air machine goes, and the sand and rocks are flying. "Bang!" A boulder shattered in response.

Yunchen punched out with a cold face, and between his gestures, he was like a boxing master.

Slowly retract your fists, and the heavens and the earth are scolded.

"Is this a tiger fist?" Yunchen looked down at his hands, practicing boxing day after day, and finally at this moment, the tiger-shaped boxing method was completed.

North of the village.

"Stand up!" Yonghuan fell to the ground again, a mouthful of blood spurting out. The old servant stood not far away, his back to him, and his tone was cold. He didn't dare to look back, because he was afraid that as soon as he turned around, tears could not help but fall.

"Uncle Yang, I... I might... It's not going to work..."Yonghuan's eyes were confused, and the hand holding the gun gradually opened, allowing the gun to fall to the ground slowly.

"Get up for me!" The old servant turned around and rushed to Yonghuan at a bizarre speed, picked up his clothes, his eyes were red, "You get up for Lao Tzu, have you forgotten the pain of destroying the country!?" ”

"Yang... Uncle Yang... I haven't forgotten, not for a moment..."Yonghuan struggled to sit up, looked at the gun in his hand, and looked gloomy, "It's just this fifth style... It's so hard..."

"Are you questioning your talent?"

"I... I didn't. Yonghuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Then don't you learn the first four styles quite quickly?"

"That's because... The first four styles were taught to me by Uncle Wang step by step..."

Yonghuan still hasn't said the second half of the sentence, but the two of them know it.

"Now, that Uncle Wang, who is also a master and a father... It's gone..."

The old servant softened and snuffed out his cigarette.

"Kid... Your opponent is too strong... If... If you really can't hold on, let's just do it, this small mountain village is very good, suitable for the elderly. Uncle Yang smiled self-deprecatingly, but Yonghuan felt that he was dozens of years old in an instant.

Yonghuan's eyes were wet, he grabbed the gun and looked at it carefully.

The body of the gun is silver and white, and the tip of the gun is cold, and the white tassels on the original gun are already vermilion sheets.

"Again."

"Huh?"

"Come again!" The boy stood up again, the despair and confusion in his eyes disappeared, and the hatred was deeper, and the obsession was three points deeper.

"First shot, Hanmang!"

"Second shot, thunder!"

"Third shot, Moon!"

"Fourth shot, short air!"

"Fifth Shot ......"

"No return!"