It was late at night, quiet outside the window, and an oil lamp on the front desk of the bed emitted a flickering bean light, and the lamp oil had been exhausted, and when the wick of the grass twist was burned, the lamp was about to go out.

It was the first time for Zhou Yuan to sleep so late, he sat in the middle of the bed, and spread out a thin volume of "Hidden Sword Flow Breathing Method" in front of him, which Su Changfa temporarily rewrote for him.

Mr. Su's recent efforts have been really generous, not only to buy brand new clothes, but also to choose accommodation in this kind of high-end inn that provides horse sheds and bathwater. Zhou Yuan also followed the stain and was able to enjoy a large bed room with a screen and a case.

Teacher Su is probably already asleep, right?Zhou Yuan thought, then don't bother him.

Breathing also has to teach the Fa, Zhou Yuan didn't believe it before. He had seen the swaggering old man say to his friend, "You are not eating in the right way." I've also seen experienced tailors say to customers, "You're not wearing it the right way." ”

But he'd never seen anyone say, "You're not breathing the right way!", and when it reaches the ears of the listeners, he's afraid it will be interpreted as, "You're a breathing and panting?" and cause strife.

But Mr. Su also said this, which must have his own unique significance. Su Changfa said to Zhou Yuan: "The method of breathing and breathing is the foundation of practicing internal strength, and the breathing method mastered by each sect is different and has its own wonderful use. When we practice the breathing method of the Hidden Sword Flow to a high level, we can naturally derive strange functions. ”

Zhou Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "What kind of strange function is that?"

"Uh......"

Su Changfa paused obviously on his horse, organized his language in his heart, and said, "Naturally, it fits in with our Hidden Sword Flow's style of acting, you know what I mean, right?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and thought for a long time, where is the style of the four of us who are hidden in the sword, where is there any unified style. If you have to be unified, it is not too tuned, and it is impossible to cultivate the breathing method of the hidden sword flow to the depths, and it is inevitable that there is a lack of a string in the brain.

Looking at Su Changfa's gentle smiling face, Zhou Yuan lowered his head and humbly begged for advice: "The disciple doesn't know. ”

"When I decided how the sect would focus on assassination, it was actually based on this consideration. ”

Su Changfa slowly explained: "The breathing method of the Hidden Sword Flow has been cultivated to a high depth, like what strengthens the body's functions and improves one's own immunity...... Needless to say, most breathing methods generally have such a function.

Our uniqueness lies in precision and ...... Reduces presence. ”

"Precision and reduce the sense of presence......" Zhou Yuan repeated this sentence, and suddenly looked up at Su Changfa, "What does that mean." ”

Su Changfa put his hand on his forehead, sighed and said: "You don't have any foundation in martial arts, I just tell you carefully for ten days and a half months, and you can't understand the essence of it, you just practice slowly according to my breathing method, don't be greedy, and ask me specifically if you don't understand something." ”

According to Su Changfa's instructions, Zhou Yuan began the formal practice of the "Hidden Sword Flow Breathing Method". Su Changfa's new manual is slightly different from the one given to him before in terms of content, but the overall path is the same, and the previous Zhou Yuan roughly flipped through it and took it to pad the table legs, and he actually couldn't see the specific differences.

The only difference is on the second page, which is the page that Zhou Yuan said he practiced.

On the old version of "The Hidden Sword Flow Breathing Method", the second page is a handwritten note by Su Changfa, which reads like this-

The newcomer publishes a book for the first time, and it is not easy to code words, so I ask for attention and comments.

Now this chapter is gone, and even the cover is omitted, and the opening chapter directly records the practice of breathing and breathing.

Zhou Yuanxian read it carefully, the first chapter is extremely simple, even a person like him who does not have any foundation in internal strength can understand it at a glance, talking about the length, interval and rhythm of each breath.

Zhou Yuan immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and ran according to the instructions in the book.

Exhale –

Inhale –

Exhale –

Inhale –

It was very convenient at the beginning, so convenient that Zhou Yuan was a little worried about whether Mr. Su was scribbling to tease him. But gradually, he found that he couldn't practice anymore, and the book said, "Calm down and hold your breath for a moment." ”

How long is a moment? Fifteen minutes.

Holding his breath for a moment, that is, holding his breath for fifteen minutes, Zhou Yuan tried several times, but each time he could only hold his breath for about a minute, which was very different from the requirements in the book. Maybe this breathing method is really different here, Zhou Yuan thought to himself. He was so focused on how to hold his breath for fifteen minutes, and he didn't think about whether a normal person could still die if he held his breath for fifteen minutes.

He quickly thought of a way, and practiced it according to the superficial introductory chapter of the previous chapter, until he reached the "Meditation and Breath Holding" here, Zhou Yuan held his breath, stuffed the towel that had been prepared into his mouth and nostrils, and used a white cloth to wrap his eyes, ears, mouth and nose tightly.

He tried to breathe in nervously, and sure enough, he couldn't breathe in anything. Zhou Yuan was quite excited, thinking that he had passed the first big hurdle in this breathing method, and he didn't know what kind of changes it would bring to his body.

He soon learned that it was a high-end room, and in addition to the screen case, there was a tall floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, which sat directly opposite him. First, he wants to thank the innkeeper for such an arrangement, second, he wants to thank himself for not covering his eyes when he covers his face with a towel, and third, he is not a person who admits death, otherwise if he has been relying on perseverance to support himself, then there will be one more dead person in the inn tomorrow!

Zhou Yuan lasted for five minutes, and in just five minutes, he already felt extreme pain! The lobes of his lungs seemed to be dead because of the influx of fresh air, and a pile of dead flesh occupied his chest cavity, which made him very depressed, this feeling was not pain, but it was more maddening than pain!

At this time, his brain was not very clear, he felt that his forehead, the top of his head, and the back of his head were bulging, and his brain seemed to be soaked in a pool of bitter water and wrinkled into a walnut, which rattled in the huge braincase.

I can't stand it! Zhou Yuan let out a lifelong cry from the bottom of his heart, suddenly opened his eyes, and happened to find himself in the mirror.

Although he covered most of his face, his pig's liver-colored skin frightened him at first glance. Zhou Yuan suddenly figured out what he was doing, he was practicing, he was obviously committing suicide!

His fingers trembled uncontrollably because of the lack of oxygen, "Which step was done wrong?", Zhou Yuan laboriously ripped off the strip of cloth while thinking hard about each step.

There was a hurdle in his heart, he always felt that Teacher Su was teasing him, and the breathing method or something might not exist at all.

He had heard that people who practiced martial arts should practice internal strength, but Master Su said that the breathing method was internal strength, and the widely circulated "Ming Zu Sutra", "Shen Zhao Sutra", "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" or something were the words of the storyteller's family, which did not exist in this river and lake, which made him very depressed for a while.

Moreover, Mr. Su is not a very serious person, although he has been a lot serious during this time, but this initial impression has not been completely erased until now.

Third, it was because Zhou Yuan asked himself, how could he be virtuous, and how could he be favored and taught by martial arts masters? In the final analysis, he was just a sleepy teenager who guarded his parents' two dilapidated houses and worried about three meals a day. It is this rivers and lakes, this world, an inconspicuous ant among all living beings, he is very clear about his position, and he also knows the truth that "there is no free lunch in the world".

If Mr. Zhou just needs a messenger to serve tea and pour water, or instruct him to do some chores such as watching the dogs and feeding the pigs as before, and give him a penny of silver every month, then he will do this job with peace of mind, and he thinks that he is a person who keeps his duty, and there is nothing wrong with keeping his duty. Because there are no conditions, they simply have no desires and no desires, but live happily.

But that day, in that cramped and stuffy basement, Su Chang sent a letter to bring a lightning bolt in his hand, he could really control the lightning! It was by no means a trick of the craftsmen under the overpass, Zhou Yuan could see it clearly.

Su Changfa would never have thought of it, nor would he have noticed what a shock he had brought to the fourteen-year-old boy in front of him by a small trick he casually revealed!

A whole new world slowly opened up in front of the young man, and he suddenly realized that he was so close to the legendary master of the rivers and lakes. He wanted to step into that new world, but he was afraid that he was not qualified. What he was most afraid of what would happen was that when he had poured countless efforts and energy into this breathing method but still had no results, Master Su would say something light: "Oh, that, I'll tease you." ”

"It's over, the martial arts haven't been practiced yet, and the Dao heart has been damaged. ”

Zhou Yuan poured himself a cup of hot water, and he said self-deprecatingly while holding the cup.

"That man is a fool, he doesn't even know what to do. A very soft, thin voice came from under the bed.

Zhou Yuan was startled, and when he hurriedly looked under the bed, he noticed that the bed was closed with wooden planks on all sides.

Did you hear it wrong? Zhou Yuan held his breath and quietly came to the side of the bed on tiptoe and leaned down to look inside.

The sound under the bed did not stop, and they seemed to be ignorant of Zhou Yuan's prying eyes.

"He's so weak, let's eat him. The voice under the bed said.

"He's not a Qi Refiner, and it won't taste good. Another voice answered, both of which were very similar in tone, and I don't know if it was a person talking to himself, or a group of people gossiping around.

"The one next door tastes great, it's top-notch!"

"I smell it too, it's the best grade!"

"It's superb!"

"Big supplement!"

The voice under the bed was still chattering. Because the sealing around the bed board was too good, Zhou Yuan couldn't peep, and now he planned to take advantage of his unpreparedness to lift the bed to see what was hidden inside.

"Yo he" The voice under the bed came faintly: "The kid is tired and crooked, dare to attack me?"