"Have I learned this?" Yang Sheng was still slightly excited in his heart.

"It's not enough to learn, it's time to get started. The fat Taoist smiled, still amazed, "It's not easy, this mountain-moving skill is just this Dao rhyme, it is difficult to grasp, even if it is a determined disciple, it may not be able to withstand it, if you are not careful, you are likely to be delirious." ”

The slightest insanity...... How can there be a feeling that you are going to seal your mouth in disguise......

And you can comprehend this artistic conception at one time, which shows that this mountain-moving skill is very consistent with your physiognomy itself. ”

“......”

That's why I'm a little worried.

"Try to read the artistic conception of Fang Cai and make a move. The fat man stepped aside.

Yang Sheng was eager to try, and used a set of physical skills to punch out.

A pop pop sounded in the air.

But the fat Taoist was obviously not satisfied, and shook his head, "Not enough, come again!"

Yang Sheng withdrew, adjusted, and punched again.

Among them, the voice of the fat Taoist continued, "More strength!"

"Comprehension...... What about comprehension......

The fat Taoist clapped his hands.

"Pay attention to the rhyme, and recall what you see in the vision...... Otherwise, you won't be moving mountains, you might as well dismantle the bamboo basket!"

Yang Sheng thought about it together, felt the touch that still existed in his body, and recalled everything he seemed to have seen in the "illusion", the picture of the giant spirit swinging his fist towards the mountain peak, that I am the giant spirit, and the giant spirit is my spirit.

When it meets the water, it opens the way in the mountains.

After turning around, Yang Sheng handed out a punch without reservation.

There was a hum in the air.

The invisible fist wind passed, and a fist path channel formed by the rotation of broken leaves was brought out within a few zhang in front of him.

Yang Sheng was also a little taken aback, this is ...... Did it yourself?

In the past, his fists would never have been as powerful.

The fat Taoist slapped his hands and smiled at this time, "Not bad, yes, this can be regarded as having a trace of Taoist rhyme, and I barely got started!"

Yang Sheng also felt that in the punch just now, there was a force that contained Fang Cai's spirit, and then it burst out, and he could even feel that sharp energy, just like the spirit he experienced in the illusion.

The power of this punch is also visible to the naked eye, and he secretly judged that if he used this punch to face today's Xiuyuan Fu Seal, it could also be crushed......

And there is only a trace of mountain-moving power in the fist, and he can actually be afraid of the talisman seal worth the three pills of Lingqi Stone, according to the comparison of Lingqi stone attrition...... Did you earn it?

However, what followed him was a period of exhaustion in his body, which showed that this blow still consumed a lot of his body.

Yang Sheng didn't stop, and threw another punch, but there was no more power of Fang Cai's punch, and only the fallen leaves three inches away from the fist wind were shattered.

Sure enough, it still can't reach the state of being able to do so all the time.

And, after a punch at this time, that feeling is no longer difficult to climb.

This is not only physical exhaustion, but also mental exhaustion.

If this kind of artistic conception blow can only be released by relying on spiritual power to reach that point, then the spirit at this time is also a big limitation.

The fat Taoist pouted, "Now you can only say that you have entered the Dao, but the first level is not yet fully mastered, and you still need to hone again, I planted spiritual consciousness in your sea of knowledge, and in the future, I will observe and practice by myself, so as to save me from bothering me again, I am the most afraid of trouble......"

Yang Sheng nodded, listening to what the fat Taoist said, this mountain-moving skill is more than one, and there should be multiple realms, but these will not be false in the future, and they can only be done by hard work.

"That's it, if you will thoroughly understand the first weight of moving mountains within three months, I will teach you later, otherwise you will not have enough understanding, and it will be difficult to teach again......"

The fat Taoist glanced in the direction of the peak, then reached out and lifted his collar, and said, "It's not too early, I'm back!"

When Yang Sheng was lifted into the air, all thoughts came out of his mind.

"Again!?"

......

Not far from being dragged back to the peak residence, there were already night disciples outside the courtyard who were surprised to see the two of them returning together.

Yang Sheng left the courtyard to be on duty at night, it didn't matter, there was no curfew in the peak, and there were not so many forbidden areas of the Seven Mile Sect's stinky door rules, it was relatively free, and it was not uncommon for disciples to travel at night to find a place with abundant spiritual power to meditate and vomit. It's just that the master uncle actually returned with Yang Sheng, could it be that the master uncle opened a small stove for him in private?

Some disciples were surprised that Yang Sheng actually got the attention of the master uncle?

However, in addition to his status there, this fat Daoist seems to be one of the least obvious teachers in the peak in terms of reputation, and he is not even a teacher who teaches and teaches the profession, and he does not serve as any task of teaching and cultivating the exercises.

If you want to say that the fat Taoist opened a small stove for him, no one will be too jealous, the way of cultivation in Shushan has never been self-cherished, the disciple has a solid foundation, step by step, and can always get in touch with all kinds of advanced exercises, and you can also consult all kinds of teachers.

If you don't have a solid foundation and comprehension ability, even if you get the best method in your hands, it's a blank slate, useless. Cultivation has always been a process of quantitative change to qualitative change, and there is no room for falsehood.

The number of outer disciples is much higher than that of the inner disciples, is it because they are not of enough rank to be able to come into contact with the advanced methods? No, the cultivation methods that the inner disciples come into contact with are open to the outer disciples to observe, and the outer disciples are also a waste of time, have no talent, have no accumulation, and learn in vain.

Therefore, talent and diligence can really brush off countless people who want to seek the Great Dao.

Yang Sheng said hello to the disciples on duty at night, and returned to his residence, Xuan Rui was still asleep, Yang Sheng looked at him, thinking that the mountain-moving function he had learned could not also be taught to Xuan Rui, and the fat Taoist did not say that it could not be passed on. But although this mountain-moving skill is powerful, it is not easy to learn at all, if it is not for the fat Taoist to personally introduce the artistic conception for him to realize, and he has the experience of his previous life to be able to successfully complete the enlightenment, only to comprehend such a trace of Taoist rhyme, otherwise there is really no way to learn the art, because it is impossible to teach it orally.

I can only be more diligent in my heart, and after comprehending the mystery, let's see if I can use Uncle Fat's method in the future, and let Xuan Rui cultivate and cultivate.

Try whether his physiognomy is suitable or not, brother, the most important thing is to be blessed and shared.

Lying on the bed, Yang Sheng was still thinking about what the fat Taoist said at the end, what was the matter with him planting spiritual consciousness in his sea of consciousness?

Fall asleep.

It's a vast expanse.

Yang Sheng stood on the quiet white face and looked at the fat man in front of him.

"Why did you chase me into my dream?" Yang Sheng still remembered that this was definitely his dream.

"I'm not him!" the fat man patted his belly, "I'm just a spiritual sense, when you fall asleep, it's the time when the primordial spirit returns to the truth, the ethereal emptiness, the most in line with the original, this is the best time to polish you." ”

"Hit ...... Grinding ......" Yang Sheng had an ominous premonition, "What do you mean?"

"That's all. The fat man smirked and clenched his fists, and bullied himself forward.

A one-sided beating.

A moment later, Yang Sheng was dragged by the leg and fell to the ground...... There is no love in life.

It's called the haunting ghost......

However, when Yang Sheng, who was lying on the bed, frowned in pain, at this time, his body, as if he was resisting a beating in a dream, correspondingly the spiritual qi of the acupoint began to gush out, washing in the meridians......

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