After the disciples of Plum Blossom Villa were attacked by unknown black-clothed people, the defense of the village was strengthened a lot, and there were people stationed on the lookouts in the four directions every minute, and the secret guards also increased a lot of manpower. There is nothing unusual about the villa on the surface, and the daily life is the same as usual. Mei'er was also instructed by Yin Xiaojun to live in a small attic, so that she could protect Feng Yang in an emergency.

At this time, in the small attic, Mei'er sat cross-legged on the bed in the inner room to pranayama and practice the 'Sunu Heart Sutra'. Feng Yang sat at the tea table and flipped through a book of Wudang faction's boxing, these days, he read the sword book whenever he had time, and he had flipped through the sword book of the various martial arts factions collected in the library. The rest of the ones I didn't bring back to read carefully were some unpopular swordsmanship and sword spells. At this time, he was reading the last of the few boxing scriptures he had just brought back from the library in the morning.

After the time of the pillar incense, Feng Yang gently closed the fist scripture, closed his eyes and meditated, and sorted out the moves and flaws of this Wudang faction in his mind to strengthen his memory. After a while, he opened his eyes and put the fist sutra in his hand on the table, stretched his waist, and after looking into the inner room, he thought in his heart: "Sister Mei'er has not yet won the work, and it is not interesting to make tea by herself, so it is better to go to the library to change a few books and come back." With his mind decided, he stood up, picked up a few books on the table, walked out of the small attic, and headed for the library.

When Feng Yang walked into the library building, he found that there was only one old man on the first floor, and there were usually at least three or four people reading on the first floor. I couldn't help but be a little surprised in my heart, but I didn't think much about putting the fist sutra lightly on the table in front of the idiot, and bowed and said, "Please help me erase the record." ”

The idiot glanced at Feng Yang, slowly took down the book in his hand, lifted the brush on the table and crossed out the record of Feng Yang in the record book to return the fist scripture in the record book, put down the pen and picked up the book again, looking at it to himself.

Feng Yang picked up the fist sutra on the table and went upstairs to return it to its original position, picked up more than ten fist sutras on the bookshelf and walked downstairs.

Feng Yang took out the jade plate from his bosom and put it on the table in front of the idiot with the book, bowed and said respectfully: "Please ask the idiot to help the disciple register." ”

The idiot glanced at the book on the table, looked up at Feng Yang, and the originally empty and turbid eyes became extremely sharp and swept over him, and instantly returned to empty and turbid.

"Boy, you have read so many sword scriptures and sword books, and now you have picked up the fist scriptures and palm techniques, how much do you remember after reading so much? The voice is old and hoarse, and there is a feeling of lack of qi, which is no different from the average eighty or ninety-year-old man.

Feng Yang heard him speak for the first time, and this time he asked himself. Hurriedly bowed down and replied respectfully: "The disciple has basically written down all the moves he has read, and he has not made a detailed understanding of the moves, but only noted down the moves and the flaws in the moves." ”

The idiot nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Well, he only writes down the moves and doesn't ask for practice, so what do you think he does?"

"The disciple is bored to look at it in his spare time, and he doesn't have any ideas. ”

"Really, if you don't have an idea, wouldn't it be better if you didn't look at those anecdotes. The old man stared at Feng Yang and said lightly, and a sharp gaze flashed in his old eyes.

Feng Yang was stunned by the eyes of the infatuated old man, and he didn't dare to hide the plan in his heart anymore and said: "The disciple has a blood feud, and now due to the damage to the meridians, he can't learn martial arts. ”

"Well, I've heard more or less about you, and I still know some things. The idiot nodded slightly and said coldly.

"The previous disciple said that he only came to read the book when he was bored, but in fact, it was not all, but he mainly wanted to know more about the flaws in the exercises and moves of each school. Feng Yang no longer concealed his motive for going to the library to find books.

"What is the reason why you think a set of exercises is high?" said the old man lightly.

Feng Yang thought for a moment and said, "It lies in the cultivation of the person who used this set of exercises. ”

The idiot nodded and said, "What else?"

"There is also the depth of comprehension of this set of exercises. ”

"You're not comprehensive, what else?"

"Then what else?" Feng Yang asked the old man in confusion, looking confused.

"The level of a set of exercises is not only the level of cultivation, but also related to the innate understanding. The same person will also have strength and weakness when he makes a move, which is closely related to his state and state of mind when he makes a move. That is to say, temperament and living habits will affect the power of the exercises he has learned. The old man explained lightly to Feng Yang.

Feng Yang felt a sudden feeling after hearing this, and hurriedly bowed deeply to the idiot and said, "Thank you for your advice." ”

"Don't bow and bow at every turn, you don't bother me. What kind of moves do you say you can't break?" said the old man, waving his hand.

"Martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable. Feng Yang wondered why the idiot asked this, everyone knows that martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable, but he still answered.

"And what if you meet someone who's as fast as him?"

Feng Yang was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and replied: "Then it depends on which one's internal cultivation is low and slows down first." ”

"If my old man is so old and has to compete with your young and strong people, then it can't be compared, since I can't compete with you, I can only make a move before you. ”

"How can we make a move before the enemy?" Feng Yang stood there and muttered to himself, as if he understood in his heart.

"It's not difficult to make the first move, as long as you know what the opponent is going to do. The old man patiently pulled out the wind.

"How do you know what move your opponent is going to make?" Feng Yang asked.

"It doesn't matter what moves the opponent makes, as long as you know that the opponent is going to attack that part, no matter what move he uses, what weapon or sword, sword, gun, club or even fist and kick, he will naturally look at your left side if he wants to attack your left side, and if he wants to attack your right leg, he will also look at your right leg, he must raise his hand or foot to complete the move when attacking, and when attacking your upper body, the shoulder on the other side will sink down when he raises his hand, and the shoulder will rise when he conquers the third way. Move your upper body backwards as you raise your feet, as long as you can put your sword in the direction he is going to move before you can anticipate how he is going to move. The idiot patiently explained to Feng Yang, and at this time it was like his previous indifference.

After many days of observation, I felt that this son was not only extremely talented, but also a martial arts wizard who was rare for a thousand years, and what was even more rare was that he was also humble, knowledgeable, and very appreciative of him. Although he sensed that there was a faint anger in him, and thought that this should be related to the blood feud of destroying the door, he felt that this son's heart was not bad, and this anger should not be a big problem, so he spoke out.

Feng Yang listened to the old man's explanation, and stepped into a new field of martial arts, overjoyed. Hurriedly threw himself on the ground and made a big salute, and said respectfully: "The master is worshiped by the disciple on top." ”

"Arise, for I did not say that I would take you as a disciple, nor will I take you as an apprentice. ”

Feng Yang raised his head only to realize that the old man had stood beside him at some point, and had not been bowed down by him. Feng Yang didn't get up, but knelt with his hands together and saluted to the idiot: "Thank you for the advice of the seniors, the disciple will remember it in this life and never forget the great kindness." Feng Yang saw that the old man refused to accept himself as a disciple, and his tone was resolute, so he changed his words and thanked him.

Seeing that Feng Yang was very well-behaved, the idiot did not pester himself and accepted him as an apprentice, so he accepted his salute. Stretched out his hand to help Feng Yang and said, "You have to promise me that you will not talk to others about today's matter." ”

Feng Yang stood up and said respectfully, "The disciple obeys." ”

The idiot nodded and said, "Okay, come here, I have a book for you, read it when you have time." After speaking, he walked to the table, picked up the book he was always reading, and handed it to Feng Yang. Feng Yang respectfully took the book.

The idiot waved his hand and said, "You go back." ”

"Yes. Feng Yang walked to the table and took a dozen fist scriptures, saluted respectfully and turned around and walked out of the library. Just when he was about to go out, an old voice said: "Just look at the boxing scripture in your hand, don't take it too seriously, it's not necessarily beneficial to see more." Feng Yang turned around and saluted, "Yes." "I felt as if there were two strong winds passing by. Then he heard the voices of the two gatekeepers beside him, "What's going on?"

Feng Yang saw the two disciples looking around for some reason, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "This idiot old man's cultivation is really unfathomable, just now I told myself not to tell others about today's incident, there are disciples guarding the door outside my secret path will definitely be heard, even if I don't say it, won't these two disciples who are guarding the door say it?" Unexpectedly, the disciple guarding the door outside the door had been unknowingly clicked on the acupoint by him. It seems that the old man's martial arts cultivation may be above Uncle Mei. He thought as he walked, and in a short time he came to the door of the attic where he lived.

"What is the stinky boy thinking so intrigued?" came Mei'er's voice in his ears.

Feng Yang realized that he had arrived at the door of the small attic, and when he saw Mei'er looking at him with a smile, he replied casually: "Oh, I think I was in the library just now...... I wonder how there is no Zhuang Shang disciple reading on the first floor of the library building in the afternoon. Feng Yang almost said that he was teaching the arts, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed his mouth in time.

Mei'er looked at Feng Yang with winkling eyes, and asked in a skeptical tone, "Are you thinking about this?"

Feng Yang nodded and said in a firm tone: "Of course this is the case, is there anything else?"

Mei'er glanced at Feng Yang suspiciously. patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Don't stand stupidly, go in." ”

Feng Yang followed Mei'er to the tea table, sat down with a buttocks, and shouted: "Good sister, make a cup of tea to drink, I'm dying of thirst." ”

"Why didn't you make your own tea just now, and you have to wait for this girl to brew it for your kid to drink, what a lazy pig. Mei'er laughed and abused the wind in her mouth, but she fiddled with the tea stove in her hand and began to make a charcoal fire.

"It's not that you're still meditating on pranayama, I'm drinking tea by myself, how much does that mean. Feng Yang said with a smile.

"You have a word. Why didn't I see you making a cup of tea for this girl? Mei'er pouted.

"What kind of tea will I make! It's still a good sister's craftsmanship, and the tea she brews is fragrant and sweet, and it's very delicious. Feng Yang was touting Mei'er on the side.

"Okay, okay, don't be poor. Mei'er listened to the praise of the wind and felt beautiful in her heart, but her face pretended not to care.