Late autumn, early morning.

The wind is slightly cool, and the fallen leaves are yellow.

The dense fog is like a wide white veil, enveloping and blocking the tall and majestic Lingbao Mountain in South China.

"Bang", "bump".

The sound of a powerful blow came from the depths of the woods, breaking the silence of the mountain. Startle the flocks of birds and scare away the flocks of animals.

In the middle of the trees, two thatched huts stand quietly.

Behind the house, a boy of about 18 years old was struggling to hit the pole of an ancient tree with his palms.

The boy was about seven feet tall, with a thin face, eyes and a hint of determination on his angular cheeks.

Xu has been cultivating for a long time, and the young man's face is flushed at this time, sweat is soaking through the back of his clothes, and his palms are already red and swollen.

"Feng'er, you've been practicing hard for two hours, take a rest, don't be in a hurry. One piece and one relaxation is the way of civil and martial arts, and the way of martial arts cannot be achieved overnight. An old voice came, and a seventy-year-old man with an unremarkable appearance and a rickety figure said with his eyes slightly open.

"Yes, Master! Before the thin young man's voice fell, he struck the tree pole again, shaking the tree slightly, and pieces of yellow leaves swirled and fell.

The old man smiled and slowly got up and approached the young man.

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The thin young man's name is Hua Feng, the son of Hua Zhennan, the head of the South China Dart Bureau, and has been practicing martial arts with the rickety old man for more than a year. He has always been quite diligent and has never returned home to visit his family.

The septuagenarian's name is Long Shichen, and he is a martial arts friend whom Hua Zhennan met and made when he was walking the dart rivers and lakes. The two have similar interests and are friends who have forgotten their years.

Long Shichen single-handedly broke into the martial arts at the age of twenty, and became famous in the rivers and lakes at the age of thirty, and his kung fu was extremely good.

Its housekeeping skill "splitting mountains and gravel" palms is quite extraordinary, and it can be practiced to the extreme. There is also a set of "Fengxing" footwork, which is the world's first-class light work, and the fire is like a galloping horse and fast as thunder!

It is divided into nine layers, and when it reaches a certain realm, it can automatically absorb the aura of heaven and earth. At the peak of the Great Perfection realm, it is like a hidden dragon rising into the sky, and the internal force is like a surging river, endless.

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Long Shichen is jealous and hateful, and has made countless enemies in his life, and is known as the "martial arts madman". Relying on his strong martial arts, he also withstood many retaliations.

In his later years, his temper still did not change at all.

Because he killed several corrupt officials who oppressed the people, he was wanted by the authorities all over the world. In desperation, he had to accept the invitation of his friend Hua Zhennan, and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests to teach his son Hua Feng's martial arts.

Long Shichen's move is based on three considerations: one is to avoid disaster, the second is to inherit the mantle, and the third is to love Huafeng.

After a year of hard practice, Hua Feng's "Hidden Dragon" internal strength method, "Fengxing" footwork and "Splitting Mountain and Gravel" palm method have all reached the realm of small success.

The three cooperated, shuttling back and forth in the forest, and the sound of hunting in clothes and the sound of slapping the tree pole was connected, which was quite powerful!

The forest breeze in his ears is like waves, and he rolls up his long flowing hair a little, showing a little bit of a romantic boy. Due to his continuous cultivation, Hua Feng's arms were like hanging a thousand catties of heavy burdens, and he was sore.

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"Feng'er, you have obtained the essence of footwork, and in time, you will have certain achievements. You have not yet comprehended the essence of the palm method, you must practice the first three styles, consolidate the basic skills, and the last six styles can be completed naturally. ”

"When practicing, you must carefully understand the words 'contain' and 'spit', and when you come out of your palm, you should contain it vigorously, and hit the target and spit it out. The name of the palm has the words 'crack' and 'broken', of course, it must be strong and powerful, but the strength is also very important. ”

Seeing that Hua Feng had finally stopped practicing, Long Shichen pointed out with a needle: "When cultivating the internal strength and mental method, you must go to the complicated and simple, move your heart at will, lift your weight lightly, and concentrate and calm your mind. Remember, there are no shortcuts to martial arts! ”

"Yes, Master!" Hua Feng heard this, thoughtful, like a stubborn stone standing still.

For a long time, I slowly entered the realm of selflessness.

The mind gradually fell silent, and I felt that I was one with everything around me, like a tree, a flower, a grass, a leaf, a gust of wind......

Dozens of breaths, a cup of tea, a pillar of incense......

Time passed quietly.

Two hours later, Hua Feng opened his closed eyes sharply, jumped up suddenly, and struck out with one palm. Although the speed is fast, it is silent, which is much worse than the previous tiger and tiger style.

But when I heard the sound of "popping", where the palm fell, a small tree the thickness of an adult's wrist broke off in response.

"Okay! You have already gotten a glimpse of the essence of the words 'contain' and 'spit', and if you continue like this, you will surely make great gains within three years. Long Shichen stroked his palms and nodded and smiled.

"It's just the internal strength of the mind, you have only reached the first level at the moment, and you are still too weak. You must know that internal strength is the foundation and the source of all merits. To practice internal strength, we must be clear in body and mind, and have no distractions. ”

Hua Feng was greatly excited when he heard this, and his face was full of red light and agreed.

After that, he fell into hard training again. His expression became more focused and confident.

Seeing this, Long Shichen nodded, and was quite satisfied with this son in his heart.

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Although Hua Feng was born in a solid family, he is humble and sincere, tenacious, and has a ruthless and hard-working spirit! It is the indispensable and valuable quality of a person who practices martial arts, and he is extremely optimistic about Hua Feng.

A frenzied sound of horses' hooves shattered the old man's contemplation, and it was visible that a tall black horse, carrying a white knight, galloped towards the thatched hut.

From the frenzy of the horse's hooves, it can be guessed that the white knight either has something urgent to report, or has something important to discuss, or is chased and killed by the enemy and flees for his life.

"Phew", the white knight hurriedly lifted the rope in front of the thatched house, the big black horse man stood up, the white knight rolled off the horse, several times unable to get up, struggling to crawl forward.

Ignoring the blood that was constantly oozing from his shoulders and chest, he hissed as he crawled: "Nephew Feng, nephew Feng, something is wrong, hurry... Fast... out...".

Before he finished speaking, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, his head tilted, and he fainted, but his left hand was holding something tightly.

Long Shichen had already come to the thatched house when the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the white knight's every move was in full view.

Seeing that the person who came was seriously injured and unconscious, Long Shichen hurriedly floated forward, stretched out his hand to probe his snort, and still had a faint breath.

The old man hurriedly helped him up, sat cross-legged behind him, and pressed his palms against his back.

Suddenly, a gentle internal force slowly penetrated into the white knight's internal organs, recuperating his injuries.

The white knight was in extremely serious condition.

The chest collapsed and he had apparently been hit hard.

There is a deep blood clot on the shoulder and chest, which reaches deep into the bone marrow.

With the weight of the white knight's injuries, it is a miracle that he has been able to support him for so long, and it is supposed to be the result of his tenacity and stubbornness.

At this time, Hua Feng also woke up from the practice, hurriedly rushed to the white-clothed knight who had always doted on him, and shouted urgently: "Second Uncle Liu Hu, what happened? How are you hurting? You must hold on!"