Zhang Yue came to his senses, the sunlight penetrated through the window, and the breeze blew the curtains, as if he was in a different world.

Regardless of the fatigue after the consumption of mental power, Zhang Yue turned on the computer and entered the "Martial Arts Martyrs' Shrine" website in his favorites.

The page slowly unfolds, and in the solemn background music, the virtual gate of the Martyrs' Shrine appears, with a couplet on both sides:

Spanning 90,000 miles, every inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, look at my martial arts, and sing the ode to heroes from all over the world.

For 5,000 years, thousands of families have gathered in thousands of families, listened to the laughter of their children and grandchildren, and drank Taiping wine from all directions.

The horizontal batch is: the mighty spirit lasts forever

Holding back his excitement, Zhang Yue meticulously completed the procedures of cleaning his hands and praying silently, put on three pillars of incense, and added a virtual lamp oil to the ever-bright lamp in the ancestral hall.

Each visitor can only add one serving of virtual lamp oil per day, which can keep a permanent lamp on for an hour. There were 114,762 lanterns in total, the same number of warriors who died in the war twenty years ago. Since the establishment of the martyrs' shrine 19 years ago, these more than 110,000 ever-bright lamps have never been extinguished.

After the worship was completed, Zhang Yue clicked on the martyr search and entered the word Daoting.

The results page comes out after a second:

Daoting (date of birth unknown - May 3, 1151 in the imperial calendar), male, from Donghai Province, martial arts master, good at palm arts, proficient in water. Drafted into service in the East China Sea Fleet during the Second Global War. Main deeds: In November 1150, he participated in the Battle of Gushan Island, led a death squad to break through to the flagship of the Second Fleet of Dongyi Kingdom, and killed Vice Admiral Cangcheng Jingliang, the commander of the enemy fleet. On May 3, 1151 in the imperial calendar, the warship was hit by a missile, which caused the ammunition depot to explode, and 629 officers and men of the ship died.

Looking at the only remaining photo of the Dao Pavilion on the web page, the familiar and unfamiliar faces gradually coincided with the Dao Pavilion in my memory.

The memories brought by the Lingjue Pill were so real, just like a dream of Huangliang, Zhang Yue had an illusion for a moment, as if he had become the historical martial arts master Dao Ting.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yue dispelled this feeling. I am who I am, and the Dao Pavilion is just a special spiritual memory that remains in the skill book, and that is in the past.

The martyrs deserve to be admired and remembered, but the future must be created by themselves.

Zhang Yue then began to search for information on the twelve-year sea tide, and compared it with the year in Daoting's memory.

When the results were confirmed, he trembled with excitement. Next year, next year will be the 12-year astronomical tide.

I want to embark on the immortal road and become a mythical character like the Qi Qing Fairy who mends the sky, it is not enough to have the Dan furnace, but also the inheritance of the immortal path. Without cultivating the true exercises, he knew that there was aura in this world, but he couldn't absorb it by staring at it.

Daoting hadn't told anyone about Xiandao, and even if he said it, others wouldn't believe it. But Zhang Yue was convinced, because it was a record from the Lingjue Pill, which was no different from his own experience.

Since Immortal Island exists, it means that there have been cultivators in this world, but for some reason it has been interrupted, so that now there is only a martial arts inheritance in the world. If you can find the cultivation method on the fairy island, you can really step into the immortal path of immortality and long-sightedness.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue had already decided the university he was going to.

After making a decision, the side effects of using Lingjue Pill attacked, Zhang Yue couldn't hold on anymore, and immediately fell asleep as he lay on the bed.

Zhang Yue woke up a few hours later, and the smell of stewed pork ribs came from the crack in the door. In the small room, Zhang Yue began to audition for the Spring Tide Lianhai Jue.

After getting the inheritance of the Dao Pavilion, Zhang Yue has a thorough understanding of the exercises, and what is missing is nothing more than practice, so that the body is also familiar with the skills. He called the part of the gong that is used to practice internal strength as Chunchao Gong, and the supporting playing method is called Chunchao Zhang.

After running for a while, the internal strength traveled along the line in the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the route was more than twice as much as the big road goods exercise taught by the martial arts association, and the effect was even more different, and the operation of that skill could not feel the growth of internal strength at all, but the internal strength became more flexible, and the spring tide gong was running, and the internal strength could feel the internal strength in a trace of growth, although this change was small, but the martial artist was very sensitive to the body, and he could naturally feel this change.

Then he began to audition for the Spring Tide Palm, Zhang Yue stood still, waved his palms, and eight remnants of palms instantly appeared in the air, and they disappeared in a flash.

If Yan Lao and Su Lao of the Martial Arts Association were here, they would definitely be shocked to speechlessness when they saw such a palm technique, this has already obtained the essence of the Spring Tide Palm, and can compete with veteran martial artists, and even some martial artists have practiced hard for decades, and they may not be able to practice a palm technique to such an extent.

Even Chen Hu, his palm technique has not yet reached this realm.

However, Zhang Yue frowned dissatisfiedly, compared to the palm of the Dao Pavilion in his memory, he was too far behind.

Daoting spring tide palm unfolded, almost only see the palm shadow, not see the human body, as if there are thousands of arms and thousands of hands, the palm momentum is like the spring tide surging, unstoppable.

If Chen Hu's realm is the beginning of the path, he is now at most a small success, and the realm of Dao Pavilion is a great consummation.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue smiled again, he was too greedy. Daoting has practiced the Spring Tide Palm to Dacheng before the expedition, and all the perceptions and experiences have been gained by himself, so it can be said that there will be no bottlenecks in his own practice, and he only needs to familiarize himself with and adapt to the body step by step, and he can gradually practice to Dacheng, which is enough to defy the sky.

Dao Ting is definitely a martial arts genius, with his own strength to create his own exercises, if it is not sacrificed on the battlefield, the promotion to the grandmaster is just around the corner, it is really a pity and admirable.

I know from memory that the best way to practice the Spring Tide Palm is to practice the Spring Tide Palm like the Dao Pavilion, practicing the palm in the sea tide and using the impact of the water to temper oneself. However, Qinglan City is not near the sea, so I can only find opportunities in the future.

There was a knock at the door, it was Xiao Lin coming back from school. She is a gluttonous cat, and when she smells the meat, she wafts into the kitchen and takes two ribs in her mother's laughter and scolding.

Zhang Yue opened the refrigerator and saw that the drink was gone.

"Mom, I'm going out and getting some drinks. ”

"Why do you buy drinks?"

"I don't drink some of the food today, but unfortunately my dad has just been discharged from the hospital, otherwise I would have bought wine. ”

Xie Ping hesitated, "Okay, buy two less bottles, just drink it for the three of you, I can't get used to drinking that thing." ”

Zhang Yue went to the commissary and bought a few bottles of drinks, plus a bottle of sorghum roast, of course, which was used to refine the distraction and was directly included in the Dan furnace.

The three of them sat at home and waited, and it was usually half an hour after his father came back, but Zhang Youpeng never came back.

Just as I was about to call and ask, Zhang Youpeng had already returned. His face was flushed and he walked a little swaying.

Xie Ping asked in surprise: "Youpeng, what's wrong with you?

"No, give me some water. ”

took the water cup handed over by Xiao Lin, Zhang Youpeng drank it dry in one gulp, which calmed down a little.

"What the hell is going on?" Xie Ping asked.