Leaving Zhang Ling in place, the true qi of Monk Dukong's hand was controlled just right, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart. I secretly thought that I also had to practice, but I naturally couldn't reach the level of a monk in the air, since I practiced the Dragon Duel, Zhang Ling had already reached the realm of light body on the way to practicing qi, and it was okay to take off in the air and pull it up, but it was not good to be able to control the strength of the body freely, and now it was difficult to control the strength of the bucket with a bucket on his shoulder, and it was very difficult to rise from the ground.

Zhang Ling put down the bucket, recalled the words of the monk Dukong, leaned back, with the help of the wind, jumped directly, jumped directly to the sharp stubble of a bamboo, the foot kung fu was not as accurate as the monk Dukong, fortunately he grabbed the bamboo pole with one hand, but the strength of the body was completely uncontrollable, and then the green bamboo was directly pressed down, and then it was broken crisply, Zhang Ling fell to the ground and rolled, covered in mud, and patted it casually, and then recalled that there was no proper control just now, every step of his own, there was no problem with jumping up first, at the moment when he fell on the bamboo, the strength of the body was not controlled in time, resulting in the bamboo being overwhelmed too quickly, when the bamboo curled up, there was no timely strength, that is, the bow and folding limit of the green bamboo was not controlled, and finally broke, and after the break, it lost its proportion, did not control the body, and finally made such a mess.

Zhang Ling tried a few more times, but the result was the same, either he didn't control it well or he couldn't control it, and he couldn't control his strength.

Zhang Ling learned a lesson, summed up experience, jumped up again, this time it was obviously stronger than the first time, fell to the bamboo stubble on the body force control, the bamboo pressed down, did not bend directly, Zhang Ling aggravated the force, pressed down, the bamboo bow to a certain extent, Zhang Ling did not dare to add force, because he could not do it in time, in case the addition was too large, and it would cause the consequences of the last time, Zhang Ling suddenly retracted at this time, light gravity, and suddenly the green bamboo rebounded, Zhang Ling also rushed to use the elastic force of the bamboo, it had already bounced out, the bamboo took off, Zhang Ling secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, did not borrow the force, and then the whole person danced forward like a toad swimming in the air and flew forward, The bamboo forest is very dense, even if Zhang Ling grabbed a bamboo, slowed down his body, and then let go, controlled the force of his fall, and fell to the ground smoothly, Zhang Ling shook his head self-deprecatingly, but it was much stronger than the first time.

Zhang Ling returned to the bucket and walked towards the small courtyard, thinking that Monk Dukong had already arrived, so he didn't want to wait too long.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Ling returned to the small courtyard, and saw the big monk lying on the rocking chair, humming a small song that he learned out of nowhere, squinting his eyes and feeling uncomfortable, and raised his eyes to see Zhang Ling coming back, and said, "It's too slow"

Then he noticed the dirt on Zhang Ling's body, and naturally understood why Zhang Ling was like this, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "Brother Zhang, how many times did you fall?"

Zhang Ling said helplessly, "I fell more than ten times"

Then he poured the water into the field he had cultivated, and then he had to pick it again, and by the way, he practiced on the way, and the monk Dukong got up and followed with a smile.

Walking to the bamboo forest, Zhang Ling put down the bucket, jumped up, and then grabbed the bamboo stubble with his hands and feet, then fell, and then bounced up, but the distance of the bounce was too close, Dukong monk shook his head and pointed out, "Don't use your breath to use force, imagine yourself as an air bag, don't exert force when you bounce up, let it move forward, and control your body shape on the way to fly"

Saying that, the monk Dukong made another demonstration, and disappeared into the bamboo forest in a few moves, Zhang Ling carefully recalled every action and mantra that had just been made in Dukong, and then jumped up again.

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When Zhang Ling arrived next to the spring stream, the monk Dukong was soaking in a small pond in the spring, Zhang Ling was speechless, Dukong saw Zhang Ling coming, and looked at it casually, this time it was much better than the previous one, at least no new soil was added, but this face fell more badly, and there were residual bamboo leaves on the hair.

Zhang Ling took off something and cleaned it, and then a fierce man stabbed into it.

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The sky is easy to thank, and it is difficult to flow in the summer.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling has been in the Yunlian forbidden land for three or four months, carrying water every day, practicing luck, practicing the hidden dragon heart method in the vegetable garden at night, going to the back mountain every two days to bring roast chicken to the Dukong monk, and every half a month, he will take advantage of the Dukong monk's sleep to hide and cultivate, like a thief, go to the back mountain forbidden land, and go to see his master once.

Every time he went to the old monster, he would point out some obscure scriptures to Zhang Ling, and remove the forbidden soul mark for Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling practiced diligently and did not fall, and with the guidance of a famous teacher, the second volume of the Hidden Dragon Gong was already able to fully operate, and the true qi in his body was already condensed and visible, like a dragon in the sea. Although Zhang Ling is making rapid progress, even the old monster can't find fault, but he is still not very satisfied with Zhang Ling's progress, but he also knows that the cultivation is a way, taboo and greedy for merit, and he can't rush to come! There are some waves in my heart.

On this day, Dukong monk went to fetch water with Zhang Ling again, this is the last bucket of 30,000 quintals of water that Dukong monk was fined, Dukong monk was very happy, as if he was reborn after beating this water, Dukong monk jumped up, crossed the bamboo tip, looked at Zhang Ling below and said, "Brother Zhang, I will go first, see if you can catch up"

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Okay, here" said that Zhang Ling also rose from the ground, the tip of his toes was accurately pointed at the tip of the bamboo, and then he pressed the bamboo, and waited until the bamboo bow reached the limit and suddenly retracted its strength, ejection borrowed force, and steadily fell on the next bamboo in turn.

After these years of practice, Zhang Ling has been able to master this trick very exquisitely, the two of them are tossing and jumping in the bamboo forest, you chase me, and in the blink of an eye, they will be next to the spring stream. Hit the water and began to turn back, Dukong monk smiled at Zhang Ling, and then still very comfortable in the bamboo forest flashing around, hitting the water, Zhang Ling was not so comfortable, carrying a burden on his shoulders, the burden was full of two buckets of water, although he could still borrow strength in the forest, but the speed was much slower than that of Dukong monk, until the two of them fell into the courtyard one after the other, and then looked at the bucket burden on the shoulders of the two, Dukong Monk's full bucket, and Zhang Ling's still had more than half a bucket left.

"Yo, this time is good, there is progress, there is still half a bucket left before"

"Haha....I will be able to leak a drop of water in two days," Zhang Ling said with a smile

"Hahaha...."

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