After the two of them left, everyone began to rush to Kyoto again.

Ping Huaining did not deliberately let the team slow down and walked unhurriedly.

In the evening, Ping Huaining told Zuo Qiu Ning in detail about his experience in practicing martial arts, and told him a set of exercises mantras, saying that he was practicing first, and he would ask if he didn't understand.

He listened carefully, knowing that Ping Huaining was preaching the hidden gold decision that the fat man had said, but he couldn't stand the mantra and was difficult, and after listening to it several times, he couldn't get the point.

Fortunately, Ping Huaining is very patient and seems to have taught many stupid apprentices.

Xiong Yitong has been holding his cheeks on the side, smiling softly and listening quietly, with occasional guidance.

After Zuo Chuning memorized it all, he pondered for a long time.

The practice of martial arts is mainly to refine the moves of the outer family and cultivate the true qi of the internal strength, and the cultivation of the internal strength is the top priority. Practicing physical moves alone, only the role of strengthening the body, without the complementarity of internal strength, the moves will become the style in Ping Huaining's mouth, and there will be no destructive power. Moreover, foreign moves can only be achieved after countless years of hard work from a young age, day and night.

The injury on his leg has not yet healed, so he can only practice the internal strength of the mind first.

As for the four realms of internal strength, Xiong Yitong said that in addition to referring to the degree of true qi and the level of the realm, the literal meaning is the original meaning. Even if the practice is the same, there will be subtle differences in each person's context and qi habits, and more of them can only be slowly realized by oneself in the process of cultivation.

The martial arts families of the rivers and lakes practice martial arts, starting from a young age, first practice moves, different sects and families, have different practice routines and practice methods, and when they are about ten years old, they can begin to practice internal strength.

The age at the beginning of martial arts practice and the sophistication of the exercises are only the basics. In the future, the level of achievement will depend on one's talent, understanding, and Master's ability.

Xiong Yitong and Ping Huaining have such achievements in martial arts when they are not yet established, because they not only have a solid foundation, but also have extremely high talent and understanding.

However, there are also alternative warriors with unique roots. Just like a fat man, he was born in a lonely life, wandering in the market until he was a teenager, and only then did he meet the elderly master of Xingyi Hall, who passed on his skills and practiced martial arts, and achieved first-class achievements in less than ten years.

But it is clear that Zuo Chunin has neither a foundation nor a root.

Kyoto's ban on martial arts is strict, it is the most of the entire dynasty, especially the strict prohibition of civilian officials to practice martial arts, and it is even more impossible for him, the son of the military department squire, to know the clever internal strength of the mind, and some of the well-known boxing routines learned in Jiangnan are all styles.

He practiced martial arts from scratch.

Except for a cheap master who is unparalleled in the world, he has nothing.

Even if you have a small success, it may take several years.

After a long time, Zuo Chuning quietly asked without embarrassment: "Is there a quick way?"

Xiong Yitong was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to knock him with Si Han, but was stopped by Ping Huaining.

He laughed and said that there was really a shortcut.

In addition to his own hard practice, with Ping Huaining's current ability, he can forcibly help Zuo Qiu Ning to open the pulse with his profound strength without losing his cultivation realm, and raise his internal strength realm to the second realm, the Five Qi Dynasty. However, because it is forcibly guided, he can only stay in this realm for the rest of his life, and no matter how well he practices his moves in the future, he is just a second-rate martial artist.

Zuo Qiu Ning hesitated for a long time, and responded under Xiong Yitong's fierce gaze that he wanted to practice by himself, anyway, he was at this age, how bad could he be.

Ping Huaining chuckled and nodded, and then left a true qi in his body. The true qi of the Hidden Gold Decision is special, and the means are gentle, even if it circulates in the body of others, it will not hurt the veins.

The retention of this true qi is mainly to let Zuo Qiu Ning warm up the veins first. He is too old, the acupuncture points and meridians have been fixed, dry and stiff, like fragile and dead branches, and if he starts to practice internal strength directly, he may fall into the fate of Xing Yiqing.

Zuo Qiu Ning carefully felt the true qi in his body like silk and cotton threads, and slowly flowed through his limbs. After the true qi enters the body, there is no color appearance, and when it passes through each acupuncture point, the nearby muscles and muscles such as sun-facing flowers and trees are watered by the spring rain, and the clusters bloom.

He was also crossed by the fat man's true qi, and he could clearly feel the difference between the two true qi, the fat man's anger was like an angry river, strong and smooth, with the courage of a bamboo. The true qi of the hidden gold decision is completely different, and it can be felt clearly, but it seems to be nothing, which is difficult to fathom.

However, mistakes will also be made from time to time, either they have forked the road, or Zuo Qiu Ning is anxious for quick success and quick profit, and forcibly rushes to the acupoint. Every time he made a mistake, he was pointed at by Ping Huaining on the forehead.

Both of them stayed up all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Zuo Chuning stared at the two black eye sockets and went on the road again, tired and tired, but Ping Huaining's face was as usual, and he did not show any fatigue.

The fat man explained to him that the Qiankun Realm is infinitely mysterious, and when he enters that realm, he is no longer like ordinary people, and the True Qi has all kinds of wonderful uses, and the Qiankun Realm has another more appropriate name in the mouth of the martial artist.

He sold Zuo Chuning, but Zuo Chuning didn't want to ask, so he fell into the carriage and fell asleep.

The fat man was depressed, and scolded softly: "Stinky boy, the demigod realm has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and there are only a few people in the entire dynasty, you have cultivated the blessings of eight lifetimes to get such a master! If you worship me as a teacher, you will be trained by the skin!"

was heard by Zuoqiu Moshu, and there was a burst of falls.

He craned his neck and fled.

In the evening, Zuo Chuning finally woke up, lifted the curtain and saw Xiong Yitong's gloomy face, only to hear her say resentfully: "I have decided to practice martial arts, why are you still so lazy, hurry up!"

The fat man sat on the back of the horse and pursed his lips and snickered.

And so, it was another dull night like last night.

At the end of the morning, the fat man who had just woken up shook his thick eyebrows provocatively at Zuo Chuning, who was already in pain, as if to say: Look, I told you that I couldn't become a master, give up as soon as possible.

Zuo Chuning was tired, and said to him lightly: "I won't give up." ”

Then he fell asleep.

When he awoke again, he heard a burst of joy from the servants beside the carriage, and a strange emotion arose in his heart, which he had never felt before.

I looked up through the car window, and sure enough.

Everything is familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Under the clear sky, the magnificent capital city was greeted by the familiar defenders of Kyoto, who were inspecting the household spies. Outside the door, all kinds of people entering Beijing have a sequence of teams, businessmen, and wealthy officials, but there are no warriors with swords and swords.

Compared with them, Ping Huaining and Xiong Yitong in front of the carriage were particularly eye-catching, because the Dry Moon Knife and Sihan were in their hands.

Zuo Chuning remembered that the surname of the general of the defenders of the Kyoto City Gate was Lin, who seemed to be called Lin Hanhai, and he was a figure who thought he was unwilling, and when he went out of the city, he was the one who saw Zuo Chuning off.

At this time, Lin Hanhai was looking at the crowd next to the carriage. He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't seen such a blatant martial artist.

Lin Hanhai's face was gloomy, he stretched out his hand to summon his subordinates, walked towards the carriage, and said sharply: "Who are you? Don't you know that Kyoto does not allow warriors to enter with weapons?

But I saw that the beautiful woman on horseback did not move, and took out something from her arms and threw it away.

Lin Hanhai caught it, and after seeing things clearly, he stared at the black robe on horseback: "You, you are Ping, Ping Huaining?"

With a pop, he knelt on his knees: "The last general is ignorant, he has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, please lead Ping, Mo is strange!"

The convoy did not linger long, and after recovering the token, they went straight into the city.

Lin Hanhai knelt on the ground, and did not get up after everyone left.

Because, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a man in the car window, a man whom he had personally sent out of the city.

Why did he come back again? Didn't they all say that he would definitely die in Gangnam Province?

Seeing that Lin Hanhai was reluctant to get up for a long time, his subordinates went over to help, but he slapped him in the face.

"Go and get ready for the horse! The man is back!"