The breeze blows, and the fragrance of fresh green grass sprouts permeates the tip of the nose, so familiar, this is the back mountain of Songshan!

Is it true that when people die, they return to the place they miss most? No!

When I opened my eyes suddenly, I was greeted by an endless stream of green grass blown by the breeze, mixed with a few wild flowers fluttering, which was very beautiful.

"I'm not dead?"

Yang Sansui stood up suddenly, slapping all over, clearly remembering that he hugged each other after marrying the man's mother-in-law, and killed himself in the Dragon Bird Sword, becoming a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, what's the matter, it's okay?

"Hell" suddenly closed his mouth, covered his mouth, and touched his face randomly, why was his voice so immature.

After tossing for a long time, I sat on the ground and held my forehead and brushed the ......

The memories of the past slowly woke up, yes, this is Songshan, he is still Yang Sansui, but he has become smaller, back to the year when he was six years old, I remember that it was this year that he was brought back to Songshan by the old heavenly master of Zhao Nanchao, who traveled abroad, and it was also this year that he met Zhao Sinan.

In the spring of the first year of Changbao, Xin Wuji, the second prince of the Beijing Dynasty, ascended the throne, and it was also the same year that the imperial court encircled and suppressed the martial arts, and established the dynasty with martial arts.

How could this be, Yang Sansui didn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, but since she could live again, she must not let the tragedy happen, and she must not be hurt a little more. Thinking about it, he clenched his immature fists.

Oh no, Yang Sansui sighed secretly, today is the day of the apprenticeship in Songshan, I remember that in my previous life, I was greedy to come to this back mountain to play, and was punished by Zhao Wuliang, the fat man.

Three steps and two steps, along the trail, taking time to pick a few wildflowers along the way.

It's not that Yang Sansui adapts quickly, but he doesn't think about what he can't figure out, and when he is open-minded, it is this mentality that he can't take care of that makes his martial arts realm transparent and has no risk of going mad.

After a while, a majestic building came into view, with black eaves and pure white walls, simple but solemn, the main entrance is wide, and the white jade lion statues standing on both sides are behind a pair of familiar couplets.

Martial arts and literature are holy, and martial arts and literature are at ease.

The words on the archway are simple but look closely, but there is an illusion of sword energy, here is the Songshan martial arts hall, specially designed for the inner and outer disciples to teach martial arts and literature.

The inner and outer doors of Songshan are not strict, under the cultivation of the old heavenly master of the Zhao Southern Dynasty, the view of the door of the surname has been extremely light, and the inner door mainly recruits people who are excellent in civil and military affairs and have good conduct in the year of the crown, and the outer door is these who have not reached the crown or have been punished from the inner door, and have repented and reformed.

At the same time that Yang Sansui stepped into the lecture hall, the bell had just passed, and the short fat man in white plain clothes who was sitting in the first place squinted at Yang Sansui, and did not say much, but snorted lightly.

Yang Sansui didn't care, the martial arts hall was empty, and there were a lot of empty tables today, Yang Sansui didn't sit down, but swept it slightly, smiled slightly, as if he was relieved, and sat next to the first girl with a smile.

The girl's immature smiling face is a little baby fat, and the two tiger teeth naughtily reveal two sharp corners through the pink cherry lips, the little girl was startled at first, and immediately calmed down, with the posture of an eldest lady, "There are so many seats next to you, you ......"

Before the girl could finish speaking, a small bracelet made of wild flowers came into view.

"It's so beautiful"

"For you"

After all, it is still a child's heart, and the girl happily wears it in her hand and plays with it, and she no longer cares about the boy's rudeness.

Yang Sansui thought to himself, Xiao Nizi, you were fascinated by the master back then, this time, how did you escape from my palm, hehe, I remember that I was inseparable from Zhao Sinan when I was ten years old in the previous life, but now Yang Sansui doesn't want to wait for a moment, I can't wait for a moment, I can't wait to pinch that lovely cheek now.

"Cough, the bell has passed, the so-called martial arts and people's hearts, before the formal lecture, the teacher must first let you remember the rules of Songshan Mountain" The slightly angry fat man's voice sounded.

The fat man swept over the children who were listening attentively with a little satisfaction, and suddenly frowned, and his voice unconsciously raised a point.

"You, recite the Songshan prohibition rules to me," the fat man who looked like a lecturer in the first seat pointed to Yang Sansui, who was chatting with the girl.

You are a fat man, you have not been involved in the good things of me and Sinan in the previous life, and you are still here in this life.

Thinking in his heart, his body was not sluggish, he waved his handrails, and said respectfully, "Mr. is the first time to talk about martial arts today, I have just entered Songshan, and I have not yet understood Songshan through the top and bottom."

"Then don't you prick up your ears and listen carefully, half-heartedly, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall of this kind of mental martial arts" Zhao Wuliang slapped the case violently, blowing his beard and glaring, if it was an ordinary child, he would definitely be scared enough.

Yang Sansui is naturally not afraid, or a cynical tone, "Mr. don't worry, although I have just entered Songshan, the prestige of Songshan has been ear and ear for a long time, the ancestor of Songshan is Zhao Futu Zhao Xianren, a martial arts master, once in the sea to kill the dragon, a body of martial arts is also with the east of the Canghai Sea quite related, it is rumored that after the sage dialed, so the WTO was renamed Zhao Canghai, by later generations called the name of the heavenly master, since then the name of the heavenly master has also been used by the head of Songshan generation, I don't know whether it is right or not, sir"

The fat man squinted slightly, this tone was not like a child at all, if he hadn't been personally brought back to this Songshan by Zhao Nanchao Tianshi, he was really afraid that those demons and demons used some secret methods of rejuvenation to spy on information, so as to do that kind of thing.

Without waiting for the fat man to answer, Yang Sansui smiled at the girl and said, " In the early years of ingots, the Beijing Dynasty destroyed the six countries, the founding name of the country was Beijing, the year name Yuanbao, the ancestor of the Zhao family and the founding emperor of the Beijing Dynasty have a lot of origins, the brothers are commensurate, in this Songshan faction, leaving countless classic martial arts, the beginning of the establishment of the school stipulated, the wide collection of the world's children, as long as the character is good, it can be the children of Songshan, this matter came out, the heroes of all walks of life in the world came to it, some did want to understand this Songshan martial arts, but most of them were not right, Zhao Canghai old heavenly master with the power of one person eight shots, is to kill the seven masters of the Tianzi list, one escaped, the prestige spread to the world, after which the old heavenly master set up three rules for Songshan: oneSecond, the Songshan martial arts hurt the heavens and harmed the reason, the third is to talk about the martial arts plaque, the martial arts and the Taoist are holy, and the martial arts are free, aiming to warn future generations that the level of martial arts is not a big problem, and the martial arts are all character, and the character is the right way. ”

"Okay, that's right, the disciples here should remember it, and in addition, you kid will be punished for copying the forbidden rules three hundred times."

"No, if you get it right, you have to copy it."

The fat man ignored Yang Sansui's complaints.

The girl next to her pursed her lips gloating and snickered, and it came into Yang Sansui's eyes, her eyes glowed with soft light, and she secretly clenched her fists, in this life, you must protect this smile, and this girl is not allowed to be unhappy at all.

"In Xia Zhao Wuliang, born in the Zhao family of Songshan, is the third generation of Songshan inner disciples, in the future, I will teach you Songshan martial arts and literature, you listen carefully, you can talk to me after class if you don't understand"

"The martial arts of the world are all based on the limbs and hundreds of bones, running in the eight veins of the strange meridians, the turbidity of heaven and earth is born from the earth, falling from the sky, and the turbidity of the heaven and earth is in the lungs with the breath and breathing, purifying its turbidity, leaving its essence, and being included in the dantian, controlling it with thoughts, walking in the meridians for a week, calling it a big week, flowing in the limbs and a hundred bones for a week, called the small Zhoutian, and the large and small Zhoutian cycles to lift the qi in the dantian"

Zhao Wuliang reached out and took a sip of tea

"There is no fixed grading of martial arts in the world, and then under the word of mouth of generations of Tianjiao, there are nine grades, the next three grades are stuck in the moves, collectively known as the pictographic realm, and the product refers to it, the middle three grades of the dantian are solid, the eight veins have been through the three veins, called the realm of the grandmaster, and the one who passes through one vein is called the six-grade small master, and the two veins are called the five-grade grandmaster, and the three veins are all connected, which is called the four-grade great master. ”

"Master Zhao, what do you call the fourth grade or above?" asked the child in the audience.

"Martial arts, fighting with heaven and earth, being able to have the realm of a grandmaster is already like ascending to the sky, unless you are talented or created in the body, I don't want to complain, since you have the heart to reach the peak, as a teacher, I will say it" Zhao Wuliang straightened his slightly bulging belly, relieved, and looked back and did not forget to stare at the listless Yang Sansui.

"Above the four products, it is the third product, can enter this product is already an immortal material, eight veins and then three veins, called the realm of the three clears, one vein through a clear, the three veins are all through the realm of the three clears, and then the realm of the second grade is the last two veins of the eight veins, the general is open-minded, the master is divided into the realm of the second grade of Fu Yin and the realm of the second grade of Chaoyuan, and you don't know that one product, so as not to ruin the heart of the martial arts"

I don't know anything, Zhao Nanchao Old Heavenly Master is the realm of a product, a product since ancient times, this realm has no longer pursued the qi of the dantian, the eight veins are all through, has reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man, one gas three clear, three flowers gather at the top, step by step lotus is to describe the realm of this product, and today's martial arts can reach this realm of less than two hands, no longer pursue the world's false name, its title is mostly given by others or self-established name, such as Zhao The old heavenly master of the Southern Dynasty was respected by others as the name of the heavenly master, and in the previous life, Zhao Sinan was dressed in red and the dragon was singing, and he was named the name of the Songshan Sword Immortal, Yang Sansui thought silently, but did not break it.

The sparrows squeaked outside the window but did not disturb Yang Sansui's thoughts, if it wasn't for the destruction of a meridian by an old thief surnamed Xiao in his previous life, maybe he could have reached that realm.

Turning his mind and chuckling slightly, thinking simply, since ancient times, how many days have been trapped in the second grade of Fu Yin to be difficult to move an inch, as Zhao Wuliang said, without that creation, I am afraid that everything is just a flower in the well and the moon mirror, but it is strange to say, the realm of this product has not been more than two hands, and it is also strange.