Regarding how to break through the realm of martial artists, Wang Fugui also discussed with Mo Shiping for a long time. Because Wang Fugui has a weak foundation of muscles and bones, he doesn't have to compete with others like Mo Shiping in order to achieve a state of physical and mental exhaustion. Wang Fugui speculated that it was enough to run back and forth to Qingluo Mountain twice.

That night, the anxious Wang Fugui, accompanied by Mo Shiping, ran to Qingluo Mountain within half an hour. He overestimated himself a little, and after only one trip down and up the mountain, he was so tired that his limbs were weak, and his walking was a little erratic. After the two of them reached the top of the mountain, Wang Fugui sat down on the bluestone slab dojo and couldn't get up. In the end, it was carried by Mo Shiping and returned to the house.

Although Mo Shiping did not approve of Wang Fugui using a silver needle to stimulate Ren's pulse so early, under Wang Fugui's firm request, Mo Shiping had to twist a silver needle and accurately pierce it into his pulp acupoint. As a result, Wang Fugui immediately convulsed, then tilted his head and fell asleep completely.

It wasn't until around the next hour that Wang Fugui opened his eyes in a daze and saw Mo Shiping and Han Shuangcheng in front of the bed.

"I'm awake. Mo Shiping breathed a long sigh of relief, and the heart that had been hanging all night fell to the ground. Since Wang Fugui suddenly fainted last night, Mo Shiping was suddenly at a loss. Fortunately, after observing it, he made sure that Wang Fugui's breathing was stable, and it didn't look like there was any danger, so he resisted the urge to disturb Han Shuangcheng in the middle of the night.

But Mo Shiping didn't close his eyes all night, and when it was about midnight, he left for the dojo. To put it mildly, he took Han Shuangcheng, who was still waiting for the sunrise, to the hut to help check how Wang Fugui was doing. Fortunately, the result was similar to Mo Shiping's guess, Wang Fugui just had a poor foundation and fainted because he couldn't bear the stimulation.

At this time, Han Shuangcheng looked at Wang Fugui's pale face with a smile, deliberately shook his head, and said in a lengthened tone: "Ouch, isn't this the first place junior brother in the sect trial, how did you get this look?"

Although Wang Fugui still felt weak and weak at the moment, his mouth was not affected, and he immediately squinted his eyes and said in a weird manner: "It's all because I'm not good at learning, I want to try Senior Brother Han's ability to practice with snoring." But I never thought that I didn't have the talent of being cheeky, and I almost went crazy. ”

"Senior Brother Wang's lip service can be described as the best in the world. If you quarrel, you can also cultivate immortals, I'm afraid that Senior Brother Wang has already asked about the fairyland. This owl's tongue-trick makes the senior brother admire. Han Shuang not only did not refute, but also nodded his head with a smile and sneered.

Wang Fugui frowned, staring at Han Shuangcheng like a great enemy, he felt that the other party's ability to quarrel must be unfathomable. And the words are exquisite, such as the owl's tongue trick, I didn't understand the meaning, I only knew that it was a sarcastic word.

Therefore, Wang Fugui was a little reluctant to continue arguing with him. It's too much of a loss, and it's a loss of not studying. Others scold you in a roundabout way, and if you don't understand, you lose momentum. Quarrels, like fights, are particularly important.

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui snorted coldly, don't look over, out of sight.

Mo Shiping, who was sandwiched between the two, was embarrassed and in a dilemma, he was really not good at quarreling or persuading, so he had to pray that the two would stop as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Han Shuangcheng saw that Wang Fugui took the initiative to shut up, so he was no longer aggressive. However, the joy on his face was undisguised. Like a rooster that has won a fight, he is full of spirit. It is also thanks to Wang Fugui to stop his head, otherwise when he sees Han Shuangcheng like this, he will inevitably have to grit his teeth and continue to argue.

However, noisy and noisy, Han Shuangcheng still gave some substantive suggestions. In his opinion, Wang Fugui's foundation is a mess. Therefore, within this month, Wang Fugui should not think about stimulating Ren Mai, and eat some related herbs to replenish his muscles and bones.

"This time I was lucky enough to faint, and the next time I was unlucky, I might be paralyzed. At that time, it will really make Han laugh and lose his big teeth. Just said that at the end, Han Shuangcheng deliberately stabbed with a smile, and then strode away without looking back, not giving Wang Fugui any chance to fight back.

The true meaning of quarrels is always that those who open their mouths first suffer, and those who shut up later win. But if the other party's teeth can be pierced, and there is no chance to return the mouth, wouldn't it be happy?

Han Shuangcheng was well aware of this, and on the way back to the Iron Qin Bronze Sword Tower, he looked at the steps of the willow garden flowers all the way with a smile, and couldn't help but gently wave the sleeves of the white robe, and his mood became more and more comfortable.

In the next month, Wang Fugui couldn't wait to eat more than 20 kinds of herbs at hand as food, and when he had nothing to do, he picked up one and put it in his mouth and chewed it. Of course, in order to allow the body to digest the effects of these herbs as soon as possible, Mo Shiping would accompany Wang Fugui to Qingluo Mountain every day at sunrise and sunset.

Gradually, Wang Fugui felt that his body bones were getting stronger and stronger, and at first he would be so tired that he would be paralyzed to the ground after a trip to Qingluo Mountain, but after half a month, he was just tired and gasping for breath. In the next half a month, Wang Fugui took the initiative to ask to run Qingluo Mountain twice at a time, twice at sunrise and twice at sunset, and Mo Shiping naturally agreed with a smile.

A month passed quickly, and during this period, the more than 20 kinds of herbs purchased by the two had already been eaten by Wang Fugui in the middle of the month, and Mo Shiping did not eat a single one. Because Han Shuangcheng, who took the time to visit, reminded him that with Mo Shiping's foundation, it would be a waste to eat these most basic herbs. When the two of them went to Wancaopu to buy medicinal materials again, Ma Zhongliang, who was not smiling, frowned and reminded him that he couldn't chew too much.

The last day of the month arrived as scheduled, and Han Shuangcheng came to the hut of the two again, and it was time to discuss the trip down the mountain today.

The door of the hut was open, so Han Shuangcheng didn't bother to knock on the door, and walked in directly with a smile.

"How is Senior Brother Wang, have you set foot in the realm of martial artists as agreed?" Han Shuangcheng knew that Wang Fugui had not yet entered the realm of martial artists by listening to the rhythm of breathing, but he still deliberately asked loudly with his throat raised.

"Not yet. Wang Fugui's expression was a little gloomy, and he pursed his lips lightly. In the past month, he has also continued to try to stimulate the five major acupuncture points above Ren's vein, but at most, he insisted on the third acupuncture point and then lost consciousness.

Han Shuangcheng nodded, deliberately rubbed his hands together, and sighed: "Then Senior Brother Wang is afraid that he will not be able to go down the mountain with Han and Senior Brother Mo to practice, it is really a good opportunity." ”

Mo Shiping on the side thought for a while and asked softly: "Senior Brother Han, although Wang Fugui has not yet entered the realm of martial artists, his muscles and physique have undergone a transformation, and he is not far from the realm of martial artists. I don't know if I can make an exception and let Wang Fugui go down the mountain together, it is very likely that he will successfully break the last bottleneck on the way to the experience. ”

Han Shuangcheng pretended to think for a while, and then deliberately replied reluctantly: "It's not impossible." It's just that this Senior Brother Wang is not a martial artist after all, and Senior Brother Mo is just capable of self-preservation, and it will be difficult to explain to the head of the house when the time comes. ”

In fact, Han Shuangcheng didn't care whether Wang Fugui was a martial artist at all, he had planned to take both of them to experience it, and it would be easy to relieve boredom on the way. As for why he is reluctant to say yes, there is also a reason.

As soon as he came, he was also a senior brother, so how could he take the initiative to shout if he was high. Second, Han Shuangcheng pondered, maybe he put on an embarrassed appearance, and Wang Fugui would bend his will to welcome him and flatter him. Even if he has a clear conscience, Han Shuangcheng is happy to listen.

Unexpectedly, after Han Shuangcheng finished speaking with an embarrassed face, the corners of Wang Fugui's mouth turned up slightly, and he immediately took out a simple carved bronze mirror from his arms, which was the treasure mirror given by Song Jiang, the previous head of the house.

Wang Fugui held the bronze mirror in his right hand, deliberately shook it under Han Shuangcheng's nose, and said with a smile: "This doesn't bother Senior Brother Han." As for me, with this magic weapon bronze mirror as self-protection, it is not a problem to block the full force of the Rock Realm. ”

Previously, Wang Fugui had discussed it with Mo Shiping. The two unanimously felt that if Han Shuangcheng was determined not to take him there, then it would be useless to say anything, so Wang Fugui would honestly stay in the Imperial Spirit Sect and continue to sharpen his muscles. If Han Shuangcheng wavered a little, then Wang Fugui would immediately show an image that would never hold back.

Obviously, Wang Fugui had thought about this rhetoric in advance.

Han Shuangcheng was not too surprised, and nodded with a smile, the disciple of the old man in charge of the sect has one or two magic weapons for self-defense, and it is not unusual.

"In that case, let's meet at the dojo tomorrow and then go down the mountain together. Han roughly estimated that this trip would take about half a month to a month, and the two juniors had to prepare in advance. ”

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui glanced at each other, both nodded firmly, and it was finalized.

After the two of them left Han Shuangcheng, Wang Fugui proposed to take advantage of the fact that it was still early to go to Qingluo Town at the foot of the mountain to take a walk around and buy some dry food and a change of cloth clothes. Mo Shiping naturally would not refuse, and in addition, he also planned to stop by to see Wang Fuyun. The timing of the previous visit was not very coincidental, the old master was teaching, he was inconvenient to disturb, and the time was also tight, and he could not wait patiently, which was more or less a pity.

Since the decision was made, the two of them didn't ink, so they left for the mountain immediately.

In the depths of the snake-wrenching alleys of Qingluo Town, in a simple courtyard made of earthen walls on all sides, four children are practicing writing with an old gentleman with snowy sideburns and frosty mustaches.

However, because the old gentleman who was teaching was shy and could not afford to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he could only use a thin bamboo pole in his hand as a pen and sprinkle some sand grains in the yard to make paper.

It coincides with a cloudless sky and the sun is shining. After a while, the old gentleman's old but clean green shirt was already slightly soaked, and he sweated like rain between his hands. But the old gentleman didn't seem to notice it, and still wrote the psalms tirelessly. The four children on the side were silent, only staring intently at the small seals flowing from the thin bamboo poles in the old gentleman's hands.

For a long time, a psalm sprinkled with hundreds of verses spread throughout the courtyard. It wasn't until the last word was written that the old gentleman breathed a sigh of relief, slowly straightened up his already stiff waist, brushed his sweaty face with his right hand, and quietly turned his left hand behind him, rubbing his already sore lumbar vertebrae.

After a while, the old gentleman, who had eased up a little, immediately pointed to a few of the poems with a thin bamboo pole, with a serious expression, and read lightly one by one: "Changtai breathes to hide his tears, and mourns the difficulties of people's livelihood." ”

"I'd rather die in exile, and I can't bear to be in this state. ”

"People's livelihood has its own joy, and Yu Du is good at cultivating. Although I understand that I have not changed, how can I be punished! The road is long, and I will go up and down to seek. ”

"Gou Zhongqing is good at cultivating, so why use a husband as a matchmaker. ”

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When he read it, the face of the old gentleman in a green shirt was sometimes impassioned, sometimes obscure and sad, sometimes indignant, and sometimes helpless.

After reading it, the old gentleman paused, looked at the four children who looked slightly confused, and said with emotion: "The old man is just a copyist, and that's still the case. What is the mood of the writer?"

If it had been before, these four children still didn't seem to understand. They didn't understand what the old gentleman said next.

"In this world, it is precisely because of these writers that they are getting better and better. But after all, if there are more copyists than writers, the world will be better. Blame it or not. ”

The old gentleman didn't explain much, but sighed heavily, and then waved his hand to the four children to observe the small seal in the courtyard.

Outside the earthen wall, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui had stopped and waited for a long time, and neither of them made any noise, just waited silently, for fear of disturbing the gentlemen and students in the courtyard.

"What the old gentleman said, good, great good. Benefit a lot. Mo Shiping sighed with emotion in a very light tone, bowed slightly towards the courtyard and hugged his fists, and thanked the disciples.

Wang Fugui didn't squeak, he watched silently, he suddenly felt that Mo Shiping was more like a scholar than a monk in his bones. If he goes to school, he will definitely have a lot of success in the future. It's a pity that there is no if, Mo Shiping still became a monk who fights and kills.

About an hour later, the sun was setting in the western mountains, and it was already dusk.

In the small courtyard, the old gentleman waved his hand tiredly, beckoning the four children to go home. So, after thanking the disciples, the four children left one after another.

Wang Fuyun walked last, and silently closed the fence door of the courtyard for the old gentleman.

When he turned around, his eyes suddenly widened, his face was happy, and the tip of his nose was sour.

Two figures were standing side by side by the earthen wall, and one of them, a somewhat swarthy teenager, said with a smile.

"Long time no see, Wang Fuyun. ”