Chapter Eighty-Four: The Back of the Bone Mirror Sealed by the Fire Paint Evil Seal (Ask for Subscription)

"Yesterday gave you a day off, and today I officially taught you the national arts."

"Before I lay the foundation, I want to ask you a question."

Wan Yu looked at Qiusheng Wencai coldly: "What is the national art!" ”

Wen Cai hurriedly said: "Strengthen your body, cultivate your body!" ”

Qiusheng was still stunned, his mind was not here at all, how could Dong Xiaoyu's matter recover in a day or two.

Wan Yu didn't bother to care, Qiusheng was a good seedling, but this seedling had long been crooked.

is not as good as Wencai, although he is stupid, but he has been teaching with Uncle Jiu for so many years, and he is more stable than Qiusheng's temperament.

"Wen Cai is right, and it's not right!"

"National art, why is it called national art, with a national character, it is the art of protecting the country!"

"The national martial arts boxing method, most of which originated from the battlefield killing technique, the art of protecting the country, is embodied on the battlefield, it is to kill the enemy and protect the country!"

"Therefore, the essence of national art is: only killing the enemy, not performing the technique, is a killing technique!"

"And in modern times, the evolution of national martial arts boxing has blossomed, and the boxing methods have changed in thousands of ways, and in the end, kill the enemy!"

"Secondly, national art is the way to maintain health and strengthen the body!"

Wan Yu's voice rang Lang: "When we practice national arts, the first thing is to cultivate a bad breath in our hearts!" ”

"There is no evil breath in the heart, where does the domineering power come from!"

"Today, what I want to teach you is to cultivate a bad breath in your heart!"

"Wencai, follow me!"

Striding out of the courtyard, Qiusheng followed behind like a walking corpse.

Uncle Nine sighed and didn't say anything, just watched a few people leave in his heart.

……

In the deep forest of the West Mountain, Wan Yu's eyes were cold: "The fastest way to raise the evil qi in your heart is to kill!" ”

"Kill the beast first, then kill the man!"

"Today's task is to kill a beast alone, and its physique cannot be less than a hundred catties!"

"If you can't complete the task, you'll always stay in the mountains and forests!"

Wen Cai's face was bitter: "Uncle Shi, Master often says that all things have spirits, is there no compassion for us to kill wild beasts?" ”

Wan Yu nodded: "You are right, the heart of compassion, what is the heart of compassion?" ”

"On the premise that you have the ability, don't bully the weak, that is the heart of compassion, this mountain beast, harassing the farmers near Renjia Town all the year round, is already evil, you kill it, you are practicing compassion."

"I don't care what means you use, I need to see things before six o'clock tonight."

After speaking, Wan Yu turned around and left, sat down at the bottom of the mountain, closed his eyes and rested.

Time passed, the sky slowly darkened, and two figures came down from the West Mountain with things on their backs.

Wen Cai walked in front, covered in blood, carrying a wild boar of about 100 catties behind his back, and his stomach was cut open.

Qiusheng was carrying a two-hundred-pound wild boar, and his eyes regained some brightness slightly.

"Uncle Shi."

Wan Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, go back with the wild boar on your back." ”

These two prey, the two did not use spells, but relied on themselves to fight, this is what Wan Yu is satisfied with.

For those who practice martial arts, the evil spirit in this chest cannot be raised, and the fists they practice are all soft.

If there is no momentum to shoot, how can you fight?

In the national arts, the first thing to fight is people, and the second is to rely on the furnace of qi and blood to smelt ghosts.

……

In Yizhuang, Uncle Nine looked at the two wild boars in front of him, as well as the smell of blood on the two apprentices, and his face wrinkled: "How did you make it like this?" ”

Wan Yu said lightly: "This is the only way, raise a breath of evil qi today, teach national art tomorrow, and the effect will be much better." ”

"Alas, it's troublesome!"

After cleaning up the wild boar, Uncle Nine took half of the wild boar and handed it to Wan Yu: "Daoist friends take it back and eat it." ”

"It's okay, I don't lack meat anywhere, leave this thing to them to replenish their bodies, and practice boxing later, it consumes a lot."

After saying that, Wan Yu turned around and left.

This is only the first day, and since Wan Yu has agreed to teach, he will do his best.

Wencai and Qiusheng are two people, but Wan Yu is more optimistic about Wencai.

Qiusheng may be able to see the threshold of Huajin in the future, as long as Wencai continues to practice honestly, he will inevitably become Huajin within 30 years!

Secondly, Guoshu is also a practice of refining the mind, which can also be beneficial for Wencai to practice Taoism in the future.

At least it is not difficult to pass on the mantle of Uncle Nine.

Early the next morning, Wan Yu, as usual, began to warm up with the two, and then began to teach the two from Mabu Pile Gong.

The foundation of national art must be laid, and the two of them already have a bit of foundation, and the foundation is not bad.

This also saved Wan Yu a little effort.

The most important lesson is to go hunting with the two of you every day.

Killing is not easy to do, but hunting is perfectly fine.

Every time a beast is killed, the evil breath in the hearts of the two of them is a little stronger.

When they reach a limit, they need to find someone to vent out, so this breath turns into momentum, and the foundation of their national art will become.

The road ahead, if you practice well, it won't be too bad.

The soldiers on the battlefield practice every day, and then directly pull out to see the blood, which is not only to nourish the momentum and follow the momentum, but also to face life and death, so a veteran of a hundred battles on the battlefield, under the practice of national arts, killing people is like mowing grass!

People have long engraved murder in their bones, and it has become instinct to shoot without going through nerves at all.

Moreover, veterans of a hundred battles can survive a hundred wars, and they know a lot about the structure of the human body, and where it is easiest to kill people, their swords are there.

…………

As time passed, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold air in the air made the streets less pedestrian.

Most of the people who go shopping with a stove in their hands are noblewomen.

In Yizhuang, Uncle Nine looked at the disciples who were changing and becoming stronger day by day, and the smile on his face was increasing day by day.

Wan Yu was holding a book of Taoist scriptures and sitting opposite Uncle Jiu, still wearing single clothes, exuding a quiet temperament all over his body.

"Brother Dao, these three months are almost, and there is only one last step left, what are you going to do?"

Closing the Tao Sutra, Wan Yu took a sip of hot tea.

Uncle Nine lay on the rocking chair and looked out of the house: "In this world, the most important thing is robbers. ”

"But don't worry about this matter for now, I'll take them with me."

"In three months, let me see the results, and I can see who the mantle can be passed on."

"That's fine, I'm going to be in retreat in the next few days, and during this time, with the help of Brother Dao's dojo practice, I have also made some progress."

"Well, this time is indeed a time of annoyance."

In the courtyard, Wencai and Qiusheng were wearing short sleeves, and they both walked with a temperament, which did not show their previous vanity at all.

In the toughness, with three points of not being angry and arrogant, they themselves also feel that the changes in their personalities, temperaments, and even the current daily practice can be faster by three points.

The mana that had not been touched for a long time was also slowly growing, and the second wisp of mana was also condensed.

Therefore, after these three months, they are really grateful and respectful to Wanyu.

The word Uncle Shi is already sincere.

……

"Okay, Brother Dao, I'll go back first, it's cold this day, Brother Dao has time to invite the four-eyed Taoist to come and talk, I have something I want to talk to the four-eyed Taoist."

"Well, this matter is simple, in a few days, Simu has been driving out the corpse recently, and when he is free, I will send a message to let him come together."

"Okay."

Leave Yizhuang and return home.

Wan Yu took out the long-sealed Qin King bone mirror.

This mirror, after I took it once, has been sealed, and I have never dared to take it out.

In the past three months, Wanyu has made great progress!

Big that even he himself didn't expect!

Right now, within the dantian, nine wisps of mana are circulating, and there is no feeling of vanity at all.

The blessing in the Ninth Uncle Dojo, coupled with the ghost king Neidan refined by the black dragon, is exuding demonic power all the time and is absorbed by the black dragon.

Feedback to Wan Yu here, at least three wisps of mana are made by relying on Na Neidan.

Now that the mana is enough, the natal magic weapon Wan Yu is on the agenda.

King Qin's bone mirror opened, the dim light flickered, and a chill rose through his bones, and his heart was extremely cold.

"I hope you don't lose your prestige."

King Qin looks at the bone mirror, the thing of the first emperor through the ages, it won't be too bad if you think about it, right?

Wan Yu reined in his thoughts, put the bone mirror on the table, and discarded all distractions.

Mana began to surge through the meridians, hands shimmering, and slowly blooming in the dark room.

The handprints change, and the vain Dao rhyme is like a wandering elf, dancing at Wanyu's fingertips.

As the handprint ended, the millilight suddenly sank into the bone mirror, and with Wan Yu's heart's blood, it sprayed on the bone mirror with hot gas.

Wow!

The light of the bone mirror flashed, and it instantly floated into the air, and the terrifying cold color on it suddenly spread.

Click......

The cold poured out, covering the tables, stools, beds, and even the whole room with a layer of ice!

Even on Wan Yu's body, the snow fell between his eyebrows at this moment, and the ice was reflective.

But the hands did not dare to stop, infinite changes, and one after another prohibitions were engraved on the bone mirror.

The mana in the body is also frantically consumed, and the light on the bone mirror is slowly getting stronger and stronger, like a clear moon rising in the room.

The patina on it also fell like sawdust, revealing a delicate mirror.

The carvings under the sides seem to be blooming at this moment, as if they are about to come to life.

Especially the evil seal on the back, which was originally sealed with fire paint, suddenly fell off!

A surging black light erupted instantly!

"!"

Wan Yu let out a low roar, and the picture behind the bone mirror sealed by the fire paint evil seal was instantly revealed.

A concave figure, now blooming with a terrifying light, melted the ice of the entire room.

"It's ...... Firefish? ”

With a look of horror in his eyes, the figure wore a crown of sky-high and a black-clawed dragon robe.

At a glance, the majestic and majestic figure seems to occupy Wan Yu's heart.

His throat swelled, and the look of horror did not abate.

"Ancestral Dragon?"

(End of chapter)