People are not born perfect.

The same is true of the way of martial arts.

The same martial arts, practiced by different people, will also have their own flaws.

Xie Baoshu, as the eldest brother of the seventh son, disciplined many junior brothers and sisters, never dared to be slack, had a steady personality, was strict with himself in everything, and did not dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

But over time, his temperament gradually became stubborn to a certain extent, and at a young age, he became a little stubborn.

When it comes to martial arts, it is his moves that are as if they are carved out of a mold, and he is too ingenious and does not know how to be flexible.

And now he has been trained to the realm of both rigidity and softness by the little uncle in the seemingly absurd way of copying the double cultivation scriptures!

Incredible, really incredible!

If Xie Baoshu was a hard and indissolving stone before, only known to be brute, then now it has become a crystal flawless jade, with a lot more roundness and more brilliance.

A little stone turns into gold, and decay turns into magic!

Uncle Xiao, he is really a god!

The third elder and the seventh son were in a turbulent mood, and they couldn't help themselves for a while.

"What about me?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly spoke.

I saw Shangguan Lingyun cold as ice, there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, and his face was stiff and pale, "Why do you let me chop vegetables and cook every day?"

Fail!

He couldn't stand it, not even a senior brother......

"Ling Yun, don't be rude to your junior uncle!" Chen Xuanji was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly reprimanded.

"It's okay!" Lu Chunliang waved his hand and sat still, as if looking down on the clouds.

Invisible oppression, Shangguan Lingyun's eyes drifted away unconsciously.

Lu Chunliang smiled faintly and spoke leisurely, "Shangguan Lingyun, you have an arrogant temperament, you are too much of a pursuit of power in sword practice, you are obsessed with fast swords, and there is no return, and you are indifferent. ”

"What's wrong with this? Martial arts in the world are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable!" Shangguan Lingyun was not convinced.

"You're right! But you have to stab it. Lu Chunliang was not angry or angry, Yun smiled lightly, "Your sword qi is more than powerful, you are too fast, and you are not accurate enough."

Just because the more extreme it is, the more difficult it is to control.

But as the saying goes, governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh. If you want to make the best food, the ingredients, the knife work, and the heat are all indispensable! It must be meticulous to the extent that it can bring out the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves, and blend them together perfectly, if so, even the most ordinary ingredients, green vegetables and tofu, can also make the supreme delicious!

Every word came from Lu Chunliang's mouth, but it pierced Shangguan Lingyun's heart like a sword.

He held his saber tightly, stroking the subtle lines on the hilt, and suddenly a touch like holding a kitchen knife before came to him, so familiar and friendly, so easy to use......

Thereupon......

An invisible shackle opened......

......

"The five of you can also show your respective masters the results of the past three months!" Lu Chunliang said with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Ancestor!" Zhuang Xiaolou, Hao Renzhen, Wu Chaoran, Xiao Letian, and Yan Caiwei said respectfully, and then put on a posture and showed it.

I didn't practice martial arts in March, and when I tried it, I immediately found that there was a difference.

Zhuang Xiaolou is a delicate and gentle woman, and the delicate palm of her hand turns into a hand knife, which is cut in the air.

Xuanyin Seven Evil Knives, practicing the knife brakes, cold into the bones, invisible knife techniques, hurting people in the air, the most vicious.

But when she made a move before, she was accompanied by a thick cold aura around her, and she couldn't get rid of it.

And now, every hand knife is chopped, like an antelope hanging horns, and there is no trace of the move, until the moment it falls, there is a killing opportunity, and it has tended to be invisible and phaseless.

Practicing martial arts is like planting vegetables, making moves is like cutting melons, and the plain prescription is magnificent.

......

Bang bang bang!

Hao Renzhen's fist is fierce, running like thunder, and the potential energy is subduing the tiger.

But compared with the reckless before, at this time, the boxing is soft, the wind is solid, and there is a long roar of a tiger, which is terrifying.

......

Wu Chaoran stood still, one hand hanging down on his abdomen, the other hand was like a spiritual snake changing, stepping on gossip, walking with great precision, one by one the energy into the ground, laying down an invisible aura, and forming a formation.

The footsteps are strange, standing in it, is invincible.

......

Whoosh!

Xiao Le stepped in the air, his body was ghostly, and his feet were like no shadow.

Compared with before, he was floating under his feet, fast and weak, but now he was surrounded by the wind, and his body was silent, like a step ladder cloud, and he was elusive.

......

The jade hand dragon claw, vigorous and vigorous, shooting objects in the air.

Yan Caiwei changed her previous weakness, her moves were snatching, and her hands could catch the dragon.

......

Not only Xie Baoshu and Shangguan Lingyun, but also the martial arts of the other five sons have all got rid of the previous innate shackles and entered an unprecedented wonderful realm.

The third elder nodded with satisfaction, and the seventh son was excited.

Only Lu Chunliang was indifferent.

After all, he's such a genius!

Any martial arts, as soon as you learn it, you will be able to refine it, and if you are fine, you will enter the realm of transformation, and you will enter the realm of transformation and generate a vision by yourself.

The secret of Wudang's seven sons' martial arts practice is as clear and simple as the observation of the pattern in the palm of his hand.

The seventh son of Wudang is certainly a genius, but compared with him, a martial arts wizard, there is still a gap.

To know......

The gap between genius and genius is often much greater than the difference between genius and stupidity!

"Uncle Xiao pointed out the maze of the seven sons, turning stones into gold, and he is really a god and a man!" At this time, the three elders of Wudang glanced at each other, and said in unison: "Uncle Xiao's achievements are deep, and from now on, I will never dare to ask again!"

Lu Chunliang waved his hand, ignoring this matter at all, and asked, "When will the three of you go down the mountain?"

"The rivers and lakes are in danger, at most in ten days!" Zheng Qingshan said respectfully.

"Ten days? is enough!" Lu Chunliang smiled slightly, "You can go down the mountain with peace of mind, Wudang will naturally be fine!"

"Uncle Junior, do you mean ......" The three elders were overjoyed, as if they had thought of something.

Lu Chunliang shook his head, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed!" But what I can guarantee is that there will be a new seventh son in Wudang at that time, or rather, it should be called ...... Wudang Seven Heroes!"

"In that case, everything in Wudang will be entrusted to Uncle Xiaoshi!" the three elders bowed down.

"People are here, Qingshan is here!

With the promise of the little uncle, the third elder went down the mountain again satisfied.

"Go on!" and in the face of Qizi's expectant eyes, Lu Chunliang simply spit out two words and drifted away.

Thereupon......

Copying scriptures, cutting vegetables and cooking, hoeing and turning over the soil, pondering jokes, deducing numbers, closing the mouth and cultivating the mind, cleaning and cleaning......

Compared with the previous reluctance, this time the seven sons of Wudang are more enthusiastic, positive, and ...... than usual

Focus!

A miraculous change is happening silently, like a seed opening the soil layer and growing verdant shoots.

Three days later, a soft cry suddenly sounded on the top of the mountain.

"Wait, come and see me!"