Night.

Chen Tang lay beside the stove, wrapped in a thick quilt of cotton clothes, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took for him to have a nightmare.

"What, you want to save her?"

A man in white with left hair turned sideways slightly, squinted his eyes, looked at Chen Tang mockingly, and asked with a smile.

Chen Tang said: "I hope that Your Excellency will raise your noble hand." ”

"You know? Is she your good friend? ”

"I don't recognize it."

"That's nosy."

"If it is broad daylight, robbing people's girls is an idle matter, and my Chen Tang is in charge of idle affairs!"

"Just you?"

The man in white sneered and said, "If you want to save her, you can catch my ten knives, and I will let her go." ”

"Good!"

……

"Ten knives, already ten knives!" The sound of the girl's crying seemed to linger in Chen Tang's ears.

"Nineteen knives, stop it!"

"Twenty-five knives, doesn't your words count!"

"Thirty-two knives!"

Chen Tang collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Someone, help me, save him, I beg you to ......"

The girl was still crying and sounding a little noisy.

Chen Tang barely opened his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a dirty little face crying with pear blossoms and rain.

"They...... Let you ...... Gone? ”

Chen Tang's voice was intermittent, and every time he said a word, blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Uh-huh."

The girl sobbed and nodded.

"That's good."

Chen Tang's anger was like a gossamer, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"You, don't die."

"I can't die."

"Big brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Tang, and I'm a swordsman."

Before dawn, the fire in the hall was gradually extinguished, and only some red-hot charcoal remained, flickering with fire.

Chen Tang suddenly woke up from the nightmare and sat up.

Before I knew it, I was already in a cold sweat.

The scene just now, the crowd around him, even the face of the man in white, and the playful laughter, were as if they had just happened yesterday.

To be precise, this is not a dream.

It was because of this that the predecessor died.

Now, this memory has resurfaced intermittently, and the man in white has always been ghosted.

Tossing and turning, he really couldn't sleep, Chen Tang simply got up, came to the courtyard, and played the ups and downs.

"Huh?"

In the bedroom, I don't know when, the fat old man came to the window, looked through the gap in the courtyard, Chen Tang, who was practicing boxing, with a suspicious face.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Qing Mu asked in a low voice.

The fat old man said in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for just a month, this kid has actually cultivated a copper skin, looking at the strength of his punches, I'm afraid he already has nine grades!" ”

"Cultivating so fast?"

Qing Mu was surprised in her heart.

A month ago, when Chen Tang left here, he hadn't yet entered the product.

And she knew very well how difficult it would be to cultivate the copper skin.

At the beginning, the master collected countless spiritual herbs and immortal medicines on the Tianshan Mountain, and she practiced hard for a whole year before she cultivated the copper skin and endured all the hardships.

"And that's not the most surprising thing for me."

The fat old man said in a deep voice: "A month ago, Fu Hu Fist had already cultivated to the level of 'through its change'. Now, it has gone one step further and reached the realm of 'getting its gods'! ”

Qing Mu opened his mouth slightly, and his heart was shocked.

Master once mentioned to her that martial arts in the world have four realms: form, change, spirit, and meaning.

Know its shape, change it, get its god, and know its meaning.

Most martial arts are only inferior, and no matter how they are cultivated, they can only reach the realm of change.

Only with superior martial arts can we reach its gods and understand its intentions.

"Master, didn't you say that if you want to cultivate to the realm of 'attaining its god', it will be difficult to achieve it without more than ten years, or even decades?"

"Normally, it does."

The fat old man said: "Throughout the ages, most ordinary martial artists have stayed in the realm of 'knowing their shape', and they can accurately and completely play a move and a style, and they also know how to see and dismantle moves. ”

"There are some outstanding people who can achieve 'through its change', and they will be able to master the cultivation of moves. Fight with people, you can adapt to changes, and moves are at your fingertips. ”

"One step further, it is 'to have God'. There are very few people who can cultivate to this realm. ”

Qing Mu's best swordsmanship has only just reached the realm of 'changing through it'.

I don't know anything about 'getting his gods'.

Qing Mu asked, "What are the characteristics of the god of Deqi?" ”

The fat old man said: "To put it simply, it is to comprehend the essence, get its charm, one move and one style, as if it is alive, vivid and expressive." Against others, there are often whimsical skills. ”

"Moreover, once you cultivate to this realm, you can hope to achieve both form and spirit, and even the integration of form and spirit, and you can give birth to your own 'potential'!"

Qing Mu seems to understand.

After all, this realm is beyond her cognition.

The fat old man pulled her to the window and whispered, "Now you close your eyes, calm down, and feel the situation outside, and you will understand what it means to 'get the gods'." ”

Qing Mu obeyed, closed his eyes, and listened with his ears pricked up.

In the courtyard, some people are practicing boxing, and they are full of tigers.

One punch and one kick, full of power and extraordinary momentum.

It didn't take long for Qing Mu's expression to gradually change!

In her mind, the figure in the courtyard gradually disappeared, replaced by a majestic and murderous tiger!

"This ......"

Qing Mu opened her eyes and looked shocked.

In the face of such a descending tiger, once his mind is taken away by him, his momentum is weak, where is his opponent. ”

"This person's mud pill palace is open, and if he sits in the gods, he must be able to cultivate to the martial arts god realm more easily. But even so, it was unimaginable that in just one month, he had cultivated to such a point. ”

"Behind this son, I'm afraid there is a master."

The fat old man pondered to himself, and a trace of curiosity rose in his heart.

……

Chen Tang has been practicing boxing, tirelessly, until the sky is bright, and then he rests.

He went out and ate something casually before heading towards the Plum Blossom Martial Arts Pavilion.

In the previous dynasty, everyone practiced martial arts, and even some internal martial arts were also spread in the market.

In this dynasty, in addition to the imperial court, only the big families and clan magnates have the opportunity to cultivate, and it is forbidden to spread it outside.

It is said that it is because of the fear of falling into the hands of the wicked, and the disaster will be endless.

Although there are martial arts halls in various places, the ones taught are also some external techniques, and the upper limit is not high.

The same is true for the Plum Blossom Martial Arts Hall.

Mei Nianzhi, the owner of the Plum Blossom Martial Arts Hall, once had a plum blossom fist sword and a plum blossom pile skill that tempered his physique, and was famous.

For more than ten years, the Plum Blossom Martial Arts Hall has also cultivated several nine-rank martial artists.

Large families in Changze County, if their children choose to practice martial arts, they will send them to the Plum Blossom Martial Arts Hall.

"In Xia Chen Tang, I want to see Miss Mei Yingxue Mei, and I will report it."

When he came to the Plum Blossom Martial Arts Hall, Chen Tang said hello to the guards in front of the door.

The guard looked Chen Tang up and down, frowned, and said, "Who do you think Miss Mei is, you can see it if you want to?" ”

"I'm here to pay back the money, you just go and report it."

Chen Tang didn't want to deal with this kind of person, so he just replied lightly.

After practicing martial arts on the snowy mountains for more than two months, Chen Tang was reborn, and his temperament was very different from the original.

Although it was still a set of coarse cotton clothes, his bearing was extraordinary, and his eyes were like torches, and the guards looked at him and avoided them unconsciously.

"You wait here."

The guard couldn't figure out the details of Chen Tang, said a word, and ran all the way into the martial arts hall.