In the imperial city of the Li family in the Southern Regions, in a verandah pavilion, Li Muzhi, who was wearing a rusty text and a golden silk brocade robe, was practicing boxing diligently. Martial artist Cao Dong respectfully watched silently on the side, and pointed out the essentials from time to time.

After Li Muzhi left Qingluo Town, he and Cao Dong returned to the imperial city under Wei Li's arrangement. Although Wei Li did not accompany him, he explained some things to Cao Dong, such as teaching Li Muzhi to practice boxing and enter the martial arts realm. Although Cao Dong is only a martial artist at the peak of the Three Realms of Martial Arts, because he has been polished in the Three Realms of Martial Arts for many years, his foundation is also solid, and he has a deep understanding of the Three Realms of Martial Arts, otherwise he would not have been promoted by Wei Li from the head of the forbidden army to the martial artist of the prince. Although Wei Li nominally accepted Li Muzhi as an apprentice, he also admitted frankly that he would not interfere in the cultivation of the Sky Realm before he entered the Sky Breaking Realm.

For Wei Li, who was already in the Wonderland Realm, before breaking through the Sky Realm, he was not in the eyes of the law, and it was not worth his effort. However, for Han Shuangcheng, Wei Li made an exception. The reason is very simple, one is that the two have a fate, and the other is that Wei Li's expectations for Han Shuangcheng are quite high.

Li Muzhi, who had finished punching, stopped his figure and gasped slightly. Now he has not yet entered the realm of martial arts, and his strength cannot support him for too long. The Li Dynasty sat in the Southern Regions, with a vast land and endless resources. It stands to reason that Li Muzhi, who has eaten all kinds of rare medicinal materials since he was a child, should be able to easily get through the Ren pulse and become a martial artist. This is also the case, but the martial artist Cao Dong deliberately pressed it, which was not his original intention, but Wei Li's instructions.

At the time of separation, Wei Li said this to Cao Dong, "Li Muzhi's qualifications are acceptable, and his foundation is also good." In the future, the speed of breaking through the realm will be very fast, but it is also easy to be impetuous, and it is difficult to enter the king realm. ”

Wei Li stopped at the point, didn't say much, glanced at the trembling Cao Dong meaningfully, and left first. Wei Li was too lazy to bother talking, if Cao Dong couldn't figure out what he meant, then there was really no need to keep it. As a martial artist of the crown prince, but he doesn't know what to do, that is a serious crime of dereliction of duty. In the group of big turtle mountains, Cao Dong left a bad impression on Wei Li, and he deserves to say that there is more than enough success and more failure. Every time Wei Li thought of being slapped on the brain by the big turtle mountain, the short old man slapped him on the melon seeds, and his heart was depressed. He didn't dare to slander the old Confucian, so he could only blame Cao Dong for this cause and effect. If it weren't for Cao Dong's suggestion to Li Muzhi, how could Wei Li have acquiesced to the three of them going to Big Turtle Town? If he hadn't gone to Big Turtle Town, how could Wei Li have inadvertently said the sentence "The big turtle is shallow and the king is eight," thus causing trouble.

Although Cao Dong is a rough martial artist, he is not a stupid person from the Li Dynasty. What Wei Li said, he naturally remembered it in his heart. I thought about it for a long time, and I thought about it for a long time. In the end, Cao Dong felt that Wei Li's meaning should be that Li Muzhi could enter the Three Realms King Realm. If he couldn't do it, Wei Li's last meaningful look made him shudder.

To enter the Three Realms King Realm, the external force is the auxiliary, and the most important thing is itself. Since Li Muzhi has Wei Li's qualifications, and the Li Dynasty is rich in resources, the Wang Realm is not without play, which also makes Cao Dong breathe a sigh of relief. Judging from Cao Dong's experience in the martial arts realm, if you want to enter the king realm, you must lay an extremely solid foundation in the first, second, and third realms. The first realm has the power of the two realms, the second realm has the power of the three realms, and the three realms have the hope of entering the king realm of the power of ten stones. Therefore, Cao Dong was not in a hurry for Li Muzhi to enter the realm, but first let him fight for a month, so that the pampered Li Muzhi could cultivate some martial arts mentality. Takefu, you should punch boldly, I don't think I'll punch if it's wrong. Twisting and reasoning, that is a matter of readers, and Li Muzhi at this time is obviously more like a reading embryo.

When Li Muzhi took the initiative to take off the four-clawed python robe that was in the way when he practiced boxing, Cao Dong felt that he could enter the realm of martial artists.

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On the dojo of the Imperial Spirit Sect, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui were also practicing boxing side by side, hunting tigers and crashing fists. Mo Shiping punched, and Wang Fugui followed suit. Whenever Wang Fugui's punching posture was biased, Mo Shiping stopped punching, started from the beginning, and hit again.

Finally, after Wang Fugui was able to punch fluently, Mo Shiping stopped teaching boxing. It was noon, the scorching sun, and the Tiger Hunting Fist that had been fought about 100 times, Rao is two of them were both martial artists, and they were also a little tired and panting.

Wang Fugui wiped the dense sweat oozing from his forehead, and muttered to Mo Shiping: "It's too hard to learn boxing from you." ”

When Mo Shiping heard this, he smiled but didn't say anything, just stood up straight, and hit the Tiger Hunting Fist again. This time, he didn't slow down, but threw punches like he usually punched on his own.

The fist wind stirred up a little airflow, which actually made Wang Fugui, who was facing him, feel like a light wind coming, and the heat receded a little.

Wang Fugui didn't know boxing, but when he saw Mo Shiping's punch at this moment, he also felt that there was an innumerable meaning, and there was a natural fist intent. Although he is also out of the hunting tiger crash fist, he can compare with Mo Shiping, but it is very different, and the difference is thousands of miles.

After closing his fist, Mo Shiping saw Wang Fugui's eyes widen, and suddenly the tip of his nose was pantothenic, and he was a little emotional. Once upon a time, I was like this, boxing with the old man. If it doesn't work once, try it again. The old man was very strict when he taught boxing, and Mo Shiping would be slapped by a branch if he was a little lazy. But every time he finished teaching boxing, the old man would always lead him down the mountain with a weak heart and buy a string of sugar gourds.

"If you don't practice boxing, you will be empty when you get old. Mo Shiping, who came back to his senses, said softly, this sentence, the grandfather always hung on his lips at that time. Now, it's his turn to teach boxing, as if he was in another world.

Wang Fugui nodded in a daze, and Mo Shiping's punch really made him a little stunned. Wang Fugui had no doubt that if Mo Shiping's punch hit him, he would probably die.

Wang Fugui was silent for a moment, stood up straight, and handed out punch by punch, putting away his previous sloppy and lazy thoughts.

Mo Shiping smiled with satisfaction, and boxed side by side with Wang Fugui. He's very fond of boxing. While boxing, he thought that the grandfather must be watching somewhere in the sky, so he punched extremely seriously, and every punch was mellow.

The two of them just fought the tiger hunting fist over and over again from noon, until the sun fell on the western mountain.

"To be able to teach such a boxing technique, your old man is really not an ordinary martial artist of the Three Realms. On the way back, Wang Fugui sighed softly.

Mo Shiping nodded, his eyes suddenly soaked with a smile, "Hmm." Not only does he know how to teach boxing, but he also knows how to buy me sugar gourds. Even in the end, when he saw me who was unproductive and could only cry non-stop, he still believed in his heart that I would definitely become a high-spirited ranger in the future. In my heart, grandpa, will always be the most powerful and powerful person in the world. ”

As he spoke, Mo Shiping's eyes quietly reddened, and it hadn't even been a year since he left Big Turtle Town.

Seeing this, Wang Fugui regretted mentioning this matter a little, so he deliberately quipped: "According to this, you are the number one person in the world." I don't need to say more, it's a blessing. After that, our two brothers, aren't we just asking about fairyland?"

Mo Shiping couldn't help laughing for a moment, and joked for the first time: "Hearing you say this, it's just around the corner." ”

Back in the hut, because the remaining silver taels in Wang Fugui's money bag were about to bottom out, the two of them could only eat some dry food alive.

"Hey, Ming'er will go to the Xuanji Pavilion to see if there is a suitable commission to earn some points and silver taels. Wang Fugui chewed the shriveled and stiff bread in his mouth and muttered vaguely. He misses the cooked beef and the fluffy roast duck slices in the tavern at the mountain bottom, and it would be better if he could have a pot of wine.

Mo Shiping smiled and nodded. There is still more than a month before the sect trial, and there is still enough time to go down the mountain. Since both of them have already become martial artists, it should not be a problem to take on some less difficult commissions. Moreover, chewing the bland and tasteless bread every day, Mo Shiping is also a little tired.

...

On the top of the mountain, a hazy mist shrouded the mountain. A dark shadow swept across the sky, breaking through the thick fog and coming uninvited.

The person who came was Wei Li, who asked the Ten Realms of Immortals, and landed directly beside the short old man, smiling and clasping his fists and saluting.

The short old man reclining on the top of a huge old tree, was closing his eyes to recuperate, and he raised his eyelids slightly, "Something?"

Wei Li put away his fists, nodded and smiled: "Something." The matter of the old Confucian. ”

The short old man closed his eyelids and waved his hand, "Fuck off." ”

Wei Li shook his head, stood up straight, bowed slightly, clasped his fists again, and pleaded softly: "I still hope that my seniors will give me some advice, can the old Confucian have a way out of the predicament?"

When the short old man heard this, he snorted and said with an angry smile: "You need to worry about the affairs of the old scholar? Take 10,000 steps back and say, you are his student, you want to take care of it, you can." The old Confucian never asked me himself, he already knew how to go his way. Whether it is a smooth road or a broken road, he picked it himself, and he finished it by himself. I can't control it, and you can't control it. ”

Wei Li frowned, still maintaining a saluting posture, and said softly: "As a disciple, you should share your worries as a teacher." I, Wei Licai, am shallow in learning, and in terms of planning, I am far inferior to the old Confucian. The only one who can get his hands on it is to cultivate in these ten realms. I'll just ask, don't ask the Ten Realms of Immortals, can you change the old Confucian to have a way out and save his life?"

"Hahaha. As if he had heard a big joke, the short old man sneered: "You Wei Li also think too highly of yourself." What are the Ten Realms of Death? Don't say that in the eyes of the demon clan, it is in my eyes, what is it? You and I know that there are not many other demon clans, so there are many goddamn fairyland realms. You Wei Li don't want to die, change one of the ten realms of the demon clan, and kill two, what if the demon clan wants to kill the old Confucian student, how can you care about these two ten realms? It is one or two twelve realms, and the demon clan will laugh and blossom. Old Confucian is not something you can save, no one can save him. The old Confucian himself is a chess piece that has fallen step by step, and he has long known the ending, so he needs you to worry about him here?"

In the end, the short old man snorted fiercely, jumped off the treetops, walked in front of Wei Li, and said coldly: "That's how the old Confucian taught you? Finally, I entered the fairyland, and I thought about how to die, how to die beautifully, and the righteousness of death was awe-inspiring? It is thanks to the old Confucian that he is not here, otherwise after listening to your words, I will see you as a worthless wretch, and I will be angry with you to death." The human race asked if there were a lot of fairies? So worthless? The great monk of the Ten Realms said that he could die if he died? If everyone was like you, the old guy of the Thunder Emperor would be relaxed, and he didn't have to work hard, hoping that someone would take over this mess from him. The Terrans could have given up this wall a long time ago, and when the time comes, I will go and say a good word to the Demon Clan for you, and leave a small corner for you in the Southern Regions, so that the Terrans will not be cut off. ”

Speaking of this, the short old man raised his hand angrily and slapped it on Wei Li's brain, "It is because of the old Confucian students, because of the Thunder Emperor, and because the human race is unwilling to be so cowardly, that they will grit their teeth and persist again and again." Do you understand, how rare is it for the human race to ask about the Ten Realms of Immortals? The old Confucian who has played the last move of chess does not need anyone to rescue him. If Wei Li still thinks that he is his student, when the time comes, laughing three times and giving him a ride, it is the most romantic respect among scholars. ”

Wei Li lowered his head, tears soaked his eyes, and he wordlessly retorted to the short old man. Before, on the way here, Wei Li had already guessed these things in his heart, but he was unwilling, and he still hoped that the old Confucian would have a glimmer of life. Now, listening to the words of the short old man to implement these speculations, the bitterness in Wei Li's heart overflowed his chest.

"Sir, the disciple is incapable of sharing your worries. Wei Li sighed sadly, looked to the north, and shed a line of sad tears.

The short old man nodded and smiled: "That's right, the old Confucian doesn't need you to worry about it at all." When the general trend is coming, you do what you have to do and break through the two realms, which is what the old Confucian wants to see, student. ”

Wei Li raised his hand to wipe away his tears, he is not a hypocritical person, since he has figured it out, he will not continue to fall into it. Wei Li looked up at the smiling short old man in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the short old man slapped him on the head again.

Wei Li turned into Changhong, left the top of the turtle mountain, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye. Then a light laugh came from the sky back to the top of the turtle mountain, and fell on the ear of the short old man.

"Big Turtle Mountain, it is really a shallow king. ”

Suddenly, the short old man's face turned red angrily, clenched his fists, and wanted to catch up and beat him severely, but he finally dispelled this idea. Wei Li is no longer what it used to be, he has entered the fairyland, which is one of the general trends of the human race, and the short old man can't touch him. As a bystander, the short old man can't interfere in the general trend between the human race and the demon race, otherwise he will break the rules.

"Readers, there's nothing damn good. The short old man gritted his teeth and scolded, that stinky boy Wei Li must have calculated that he couldn't make a move on him, so he dared to be so presumptuous.