Yue Buqun slowly opened his eyes and exhaled lightly, in the cold mountain air of early spring, the white air arrow rushed out nine feet away before rolling and slowly fading.

It's March, and it's the time of day when the snow melts.

Yue Buqun's Zixia Divine Skill is becoming more and more profound, and the progress of the cultivation of the Dumai is gratifying, and it is estimated that it will take about two years to complete the cultivation of the fourth layer of the Zixia Divine Skill.

At that time, the twelve canons and the eight veins of the strange meridians are all connected, and the strength of the hands and feet is strong and unstoppable, and the power of one move and one style is huge, completely surpassing the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes now, which can be called super first-class.

Yue Buqun estimated that now that Uncle Shi is clear, he should be at this stage.

But recently, the aura on Uncle Fengqingyang's body has become more and more unpredictable, and he seems to have touched the edge of the bridge that connects heaven and earth and reaches the supreme realm of the intersection of dragons and tigers.

Yue Buqun speculated from the original book that Feng Qingyang did not seem to have broken through this realm, otherwise there would not be a phenomenon of his face like gold paper.

In order to advance to the Great Perfection in martial arts, the inside and outside of the body must be harmonious and strong to the extreme, and there will be no symptoms such as abnormal complexion at all, just like the current wind is clear, the face is ruddy, and the body is strong.

Yue Buqun estimated that one was because Huashan was thriving, which dissolved the knot in the heart of the wind.

Then there was the cultivation of the I Ching Bone Forging Chapter, which adjusted Feng Qingyang's body and repaired the problems he originally left.

Again, the mysterious substance that pervades the Huashan Realm has unconsciously improved Feng Qingyang's body, making it easier for him to touch the high realm in martial arts.

Yue Buqun didn't have a trace of jealousy, because, according to his cultivation situation, it was possible for him to reach such a realm.

Moreover, there is a pioneer who can accumulate some experience first, and he can also avoid some detours!

Yue Buqun's crossed legs lightly pressed on the ground, his body floated up as lightly as catkins, he stood up gently, and said softly: "Deen, come here." ”

The voice sounded in the ears of Zhang Deen, who was on guard at the bottom of the mountain, Zhang Deen looked around with his eyes, and saw that there was no one around, so he quickly walked up to the top of the mountain, entered the small pavilion where the head of the sect cultivated, packed the futon on the ground into the box next to the pavilion, and gently retreated to the side of the pavilion, looking at the head of the heavenly man with a look of reverence.

Yue Buqun asked Zhang Deen to come up, not because he was too lazy to pack a futon, but because he wanted him to watch him practice Huashan Changquan Shiduanjin.

Since learning martial arts with his uncle, Yue Buqun has no longer focused on how fast the output speed of the moves is and how strong his strength is.

Instead, I began to figure out whether there were flaws in the whole body when performing moves, and when there were flaws, how to eliminate them as quickly as possible, so that people could take advantage of them.

Now, among all the martial arts that Yue Buqun possesses, there are only some of the best Huashan Changquan Ten Duan Jin Practice.

Although the moves of the ten sections of Changquan are simple, but between raising the hands and feet, twisting the waist and jumping, the various parts of the body echo each other from afar, and every move is the most mutually believing, and the strength flows, and there is a sense of heartiness.

The more Yue Buqun practiced, the more he felt that he was almost one.

Of course, Yue Buqun also knew that he hadn't reached this step yet, but he had already stepped into this level, the door had been opened, and all that was left was to keep improving his practice.

Zhang Deen listened to the words of the master, carefully watched the practice of the head of the long fist ten duanjin, and wondered for a few days.

These ten sections of brocade have been practiced well in the basic class, and if you continue to learn it, it will be difficult to achieve these 36 simple and superficial fists and feet, and the power can be stronger than the master's frost and ice-breaking palm.

But after watching it for a few days, Zhang Deen had a strange feeling.

This feels amazing, it seems that I don't understand anything, it's still those movements that are familiar to the bones, but I seem to see something more in my eyes, and I understand something in my heart.

Although I am not sure what I have learned, the head of the sect will personally explain it, and it is obvious that there are great benefits in this that I can't imagine, and it will definitely be of great help to my future cultivation.

He knew that the opportunity was precious, and every time he observed, he put all his heart and soul into the cultivation of the Ten Duanjin of the master's cultivation.

Yue Buqun was slowly boxing in the pavilion, the breeze was not prosperous, the dust was not raised, and slowly it seemed to be integrated into this pavilion, into this mountain, as if it had existed in this heaven and earth for thousands of years.

What is commendable is that Zhang Deen stood by the pavilion, staring blankly at Yue Buqun's elegant and stretched figure, his eyes were scattered, without focus, and there was no sense of abruptness with this almost natural environmental atmosphere, quiet as a small stone on the edge of the pavilion.

Yue Buqun practiced twice, stopped with satisfaction, looked at Zhang Deen with a preoccupied look, and nodded secretly.

Since Zhang Deen and Li Xiao graduated from the Zhizhi class last year, they have been admitted to Taihua Hall.

Zhang Deen is steady, Li Xiao is lively, and it is actually a pair of young versions of Guo Sanshui and Liu Changan.

But Li Xiao's comprehension of martial arts practice is not as good as the honest and steady Zhang Deen, who watched himself practice boxing, but he still couldn't understand it, and he looked smart and handsome.

The families of both have moved to Huashan, and they are all poor families, if they don't have no way out, otherwise they are willing to let their children suffer this knife.

When they arrived in Huashan, the two families lived a fairy-like life that they never dared to imagine, with their own fields, they were embarrassed to pay the rent lightly, there were no harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, no labor and drudgery, the neighborhood was harmonious and rich, and the place was quiet and peaceful.

The two families never dreamed that there would be such a blessed land in this Ming world.

Through chatting and chatting in the neighborhood, I knew that all this was brought by the famous Huashan faction in the mountains, and naturally I gave thousands of instructions to listen to the words of the head of Huashan and do my best to repay the kindness of the Huashan faction.

Zhang Deen and Li laughed at the two, got out of the hell of that nose, but they tasted the taste of being a man in Huashan and had the dignity of being a man.

I feel more cordial to this Huashan than at home, and I know that I have physical defects deep in my heart, so I don't want to go out for a walk, for fear of facing those cold eyes and poisonous words again, and I want to stay in the mountain wholeheartedly.

After a long time, Zhang Deen suddenly woke up, saw the boss looking at him with a smile, and hurriedly said: "Boss, Deen has lost his temper!"

Yue Buqun said happily: "It's good to have a gaffe! It's good to understand this feeling more, it will be good for your future cultivation of the exercises." ”

Zhang Deen was also delighted: "What the head of the sect said is that I have recently felt more relaxed in my mental cultivation, and my progress has been a little faster. ”

"Well, you have to talk to Li Xiao about it, this elm pimple, I know silly music all day long, and after watching it so many times, I still haven't opened up. ”

Yue Buqun was angry when he mentioned Li Xiao, this kid was like a mouse that fell into a sugar pot, he was happy every day, he had no heart or lungs, and he could laugh at the sound of a pig in his dreams.