On the second day, Fang Zhongjin and the painter waited at the base of the wall early in the morning. Fang Zhongjin was not much, but the Taoist was anxious in his heart, pacing back and forth in place for a while, and jumping onto a tree to look into the distance. Just scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, he looks like a monkey.

Finally, a person came from the path, only to see Fang Zhongjin and the painting idiot Daoist open their mouths wide and couldn't close them. The person who came seemed to have his own light, his skin was deceiving the frost and snow, his face was like a peach blossom, his eyes were like stars, and his cherry mouth was delicate, only more delicate and delicate than the jade carving Guanyin. Look at her figure again, slim and convex, as attractive as a freshly ripe peach. It's okay to paint an idiot, but Fang Zhongjin was shocked. Because the person who came was not Qinghuan at all, but a newly dressed deer.

The deer came in full costume this time. In order not to attract attention, she deliberately wears simple and loose clothes. Her hair was tied in a braid, and she covered her eyes with a hair curtain. Although the deer has fair skin, there are a little freckles on his face. In addition, she looks a little like a blonde Westerner, although her big eyes are smart and beautiful, her eyelashes are long and curly, and her small face is delicate and cute, but it is not what people are used to seeing at that time. Now the deer doesn't know what to wipe on her face, neither freckles nor heavy makeup, but white and delicate. Because she deliberately put on makeup today, she combed her hair into a popular bun, and she doesn't look so much like a Westerner, but she has delicate facial features, smart eyes, and a high nose bridge. In addition, she was born of mixed race, and she looks taller than ordinary women. Now wearing a slim tulle skirt, her legs are slender and straight, her waist is full of hands, and she is looking up six or seven inches, sighing that she has a different bloodline after all, and she is really much richer and more attractive than a woman in Middle-earth.

Fang Zhongjin was stunned for a long time, and then came back to his senses. Xindao, I usually see her cute and close, but I ignore that she is the daughter of the first prostitute in the capital-Qiong Niang. Now that she is dressed up, she is even more beautiful than Qing Huan. And Qinghuan's temperament is cold and lonely, but Lu'er looks both indifferent and bright, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Fang Zhongjin turned his head to look at the painter and saw that his mouth was still not closed. The painting idiot Taoist was stunned for a moment, and finally came back to his senses and said with satisfaction: "I've seen enough, I'm going to paint." Young man, you are very interesting, this book of internal strength will be given to you. As he spoke, he handed the book in his arms to Fang Zhongjin.

Fang Zhongjin took the booklet and asked him, "Don't you want to copy and paint?"

The Taoist frowned and said: "Painting beauties is not in the skin. Am I one of those ordinary people who have to be beautiful and immovable in their postures to paint with one stroke of a stroke? Today, when I see the charm of a fairy, I will be able to paint a famous painting that will not be born in the world. When he said this, he showed a look of pride and ambition, which really tasted like a fairy wind bone.

He saw that Fang Zhongjin had carefully put away the internal strength of the heart method, and suddenly said solemnly: "Young man, this heart method was originally the basic practice of my mountain gate, although it is not a unique study, but it has always been only a disciple of my view that can be learned. Since I gave it to you today, you don't want to pass it on again, you know?"

Fang Zhongjin hurriedly said yes, and he was about to kneel. But he was gently supported by the Taoist and couldn't kneel anymore. The man said, "You are not from this background, so you don't need to worship me." ”

Fang Zhongjin only felt that his heart was churning, and he was uncomfortable. By the time he had stabilized, the man had already somersaulted over the wall and was nowhere to be seen.

Fang Zhongjin turned his head to look at Lu'er and asked, "What's wrong with you?" paused for a long time, but didn't know what to ask first.

Lu'er's face was slightly red, she knew that this internal strength was extremely important to Fang Zhongjin, so she didn't want Qing Huan to win this credit in her heart. Due to chance, she is very good at makeup. This little concealment of her shortcomings and highlighting her beauty did not bother her at all, so she dressed herself carefully and came alone.

Lu'er whispered, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhongjin hurriedly said: "No, it's very good-looking." ”

Lu'er's face turned even redder and said, "Since you said that you look good, I will dress up like this in the future." After a pause, he said, "I know you want this martial arts book. Now that I've got it, I won't get in your way. Hurry back and practice. If you really practice, don't forget me. With a smile, Tingting left in a curling manner.

Fang Zhongjin hurriedly restrained the chaotic thoughts in his heart and hurried back to his room. He sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the book to read it. There is no title on the cover of the book, and there is no writing in the book about what kind of practice it is. He read the whole book from beginning to end, and it was really all about the Taoist inner strength.

Fang Zhongjin has been very smart since he was a child, and he can understand the subtleties in the book without being explained by Mr. This book is very awkward, and there are many metaphors in it, which are extremely difficult to read without the guidance of the master. This is also the reason why the painter is so relieved to hand over this method to him.

But this is not difficult for Fang Zhongjin, who is known as a young genius, he has read the book three times, and he already knows the general idea of the book. After thinking about it silently, I felt that what was said in the book was really self-consistent, and there was nothing wrong with it, so I spread the book on the side of the bed and practiced it silently according to the exercises in the book. He had a breath in his heart, and sure enough, this breath could be mobilized as he said in the book, and he traveled this breath in his body according to the meridians in the book. I only felt that my body was warm, and my spirit was also lifted.

He silently let this breath mobilize in his body for three days, and when he opened his eyes, he felt that his eyes were clearer than before. It was already dark outside, but he didn't feel tired at all. I straightened up and took two steps, and I also felt that my body was light and my breath was long. He grabbed one of the chopsticks on the table and waved it quickly, the chopsticks broke off along his palm, one end flew out, and the other end was still in his hand.

Fang Zhongjin didn't expect this magic skill to be so wonderful, and it could have such great power in the first practice. He hurriedly sat cross-legged on the couch again and continued to exercise according to the book. But he never knew that if the painter saw the scene in front of him, he didn't know how to regret hitting the wall.

From ancient times to the present, most of the people who practice internal skills are martial artists and do not know how to write and ink. Therefore, this internal strength cannot be cultivated. And those who are proficient in writing and ink rarely have the opportunity to practice kung fu. So over the years, Wu Yidao has been weakening. Today's people see that the heroes in the book always have the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and they think that it is an exaggerated description of the novelist. But I didn't know that the heroes in ancient times did have immortal magical powers.

This Fang Zhongjin is only a beginner, and he understands more than ordinary martial artists. And he didn't know at this time that his physique was gifted, and he was very suitable for practicing Taoist exercises, cultivating for diligence, and reaching out to ordinary people.

This young man, who is a talented man in both civil and military affairs, experienced the practice of martial arts alone in the house and experienced the joy of becoming more and more sophisticated. But at this time, he could never have imagined what kind of stormy and strange road would await him in the future.