When I returned home, my mother was busy in the kitchen alone, and when she saw Zhang Yue coming in, she was happy and worried: "Xiaoyue, are you okay?

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. ”

"I heard that you also saved a female classmate, who?"

"It's from our class. Zhang Yue briefly talked about the situation, and the dangers were omitted, so as not to worry his mother.

"By the way, why isn't Dad at home?"

Father Zhang Youpeng should be discharged from the hospital today.

"Oh, after completing the discharge procedures, your father received a message and said that he wanted to go back to the unit to have a look. ”

"Dad has just been discharged from the hospital, why is there anything wrong with the unit?" Zhang Yue was a little dissatisfied.

"You don't know your father's temper yet, and the unit leader said the same thing as a holy decree, and he didn't listen to it. ”

Zhang Yue thought for a while and said, "Mom, cook more food at night, I have something to tell you." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Let's talk about it together in the evening. ”

"Okay, I'll stew your and Xiao Lin's favorite ribs, you can rest first. ”

Zhang Yue returned to his room, took out the booklet given by Yan Lao, and read it seriously.

The first page is an introduction to internal strength, and the next few pages explain how internal energy works more efficiently and is more powerful in attacks.

Zhang Yue tried it according to what he said above, and sure enough, the energy in the dantian was mobilized more flexibly, and it was easier to run to the hands and feet.

I am most concerned about how to enhance internal strength, but the booklet is not clear, but it is said that each faction has some unique internal strength running lines and methods, some of the effect is to enhance the internal strength, and some are to cooperate with specific moves to strengthen the power or produce some special effects.

This is the end of the content of the booklet, and Zhang Yue is still unsatisfied. It's a pity, sure enough, it's impossible to record those magical internal strength exercises with this kind of big road goods.

Suddenly, my heart moved, and I remembered the book I got from Chen Hu.

Take out the booklet, a quick glance when you get your hands on it did not look closely, open it at this time, the paper of this book has long been yellowed, the corners are worn, the handwriting inside is a brush handwriting, although the age is old, the handwriting of the lines is flowing smoothly, as if the tide of the sea is coming, the momentum is compelling.

Zhang Yue studied for a while and couldn't help but be overjoyed. The first half of this booklet talks about the running route to enhance internal strength, and the second half is the matching palm method, and all of a sudden the practice and playing style of internal strength are complete.

Chen Hu carried this skill with him, obviously cherished it very much, and now he is all cheap.

Hey?

Zhang Yue turned to the end, there were two pages stuck together, he carefully uncovered, but the last page was not handwriting, but a hand-painted ink painting.

It is a misty island, with a lonely peak on the island, waterfalls and springs, and a vigorous and simple atmosphere. In the backdrop of the mountain peaks rendered in ink, a line of cranes flies leisurely against a full moon.

This painting is quite fairy, Zhang Yue thinks of the world of cultivation in his memory, and he can't help but be fascinated and a little crazy.

Are there cultivators in this world? Do they live in such a dusty immortal island, living forever and carelessly, and don't care about the world?

Just as he was thinking about it, the Dan furnace suddenly beeped and news came.

Discover a special spirit body, start extracting, and start refining the Lingjue Pill.

Di - After the refining of the Lingjue Pill is completed, will it be used?

Out of the Spirit Pill again?

The spirit of martial arts in the shabby protective suit last time directly improved his martial arts from beginner to proficient, what effect will the Lingjue Pill have this time?

With anticipation and apprehension, Zhang Yue confirmed the use.

A white mist seemed to rise in front of him, and after a while, the mist dissipated, and the world had changed.

The surroundings are not familiar huts, but on the river beach shrouded in night, and in front of the spring tide of the sea.

Feeling a little strange, he looked down and saw that he was wearing a cyan robe. The two hands were rough and seemed to have done a lot of hard work.

Who am I? I was in a trance, remembering who I was.

I am Daoting, a small Taoist priest who does not enter the stream, the master who died early only passed on a few simple martial arts skills to him, he has to work weekdays to mix food, and his only hobby is to come to the intersection of the river and the sea to watch the tide in the middle of the night.

Today is the night of the full moon on March 15, there will be a big tide, I got up early and found a great position to watch the tide.

The number of people on the shore gradually increased, and they were all waiting for the tide. The bright moon rose on the sea, and a line moved horizontally at the junction of the sea and the sky, with the roar of ten thousand horses galloping.

Soon after, a wall-like tide swept aside, and the end of the wave erupted like a cold flame of white foam, and the crowd let out a burst of exclamation.

Dao Ting's eyes widened, and he was speechless in shock.

Above the tide, under the bright moon, a cloudy fairy island was pushed by the tide, floating towards his sight, like a floating city. Several cranes spread their wings around the fairy island and flew high, and the sound of chirping sounded in the ears. The moonlight and water shadows are intertwined, just like a dream elf world.

Dao Ting was stunned and didn't react, watching as Immortal Island whistled past him with the tide, and then disappeared into the vast night.

The crowd of people watching the tide left one after another in admiration, and no one said that they had seen the fairy island. Dao Ting knew that this immortal island that came with the tide was the only one who witnessed it.

Strong regret grabbed Daoting's heart, and he felt that he had missed the biggest opportunity of his life.

Looking at the aftermath of the rippling tide, Daoting made a decision.

Every night from then on, Daoting would come here to fight with the tide, looking forward to the day when the fairy island would reappear, and he would be able to go up against the tide and climb the fairy island.

Day after day, year after year, Xiandao did not come again, but Daoting comprehended his inner strength in the tide and became a martial artist.

The fame gradually sounded, and the Dao Pavilion was no longer the down-and-out little Taoist priest he used to be, he had disciples and his own Taoist temple. He no longer expects the reappearance of Xiandao, but it has become a habit to practice in the tide every night.

Twelve years later, on March 15, the fairy island came again with the tide.

This time, Dao Ting did not hesitate to go up against the water at the moment he saw Xiandao, but unfortunately his strength was exhausted, and he was only a stone's throw away from Xiandao, and in the end, he failed.

When he returned to the shore and spread out his palm, a crane feather as white as snow appeared in his hand. Dao Pavilion surprises, Xiandao is a real existence, not his own hallucination, the feather in his hand is the best evidence. And he guessed the law of the appearance of Immortal Island - an astronomical tide every twelve years. He was not depressed, and in another twelve years, he was confident that he would definitely be able to land on Immortal Island.

Ten years later, Dao Ting was already a martial arts master, and he was only one step away from the grandmaster realm. He was confident that he would break through to the Grandmaster in the last two years, so that he would be more sure of landing on Immortal Island. At this time, the war broke out, and like countless warriors in Daqi, Dao Ting resolutely responded to the call to fight. Before leaving, he left the skill booklet with the self-drawn immortal island map to the disciple of the closed door, and the crane feather carried it with him, and he never returned.

This is the end of the applique memories in the booklet.