The two mountains of the hundred martial arts have recently emerged a "nerd" , I would rather give up the teachings of many good teachers, day and night only a single line, immersed in hard reading and studying, holding a book all day long, reading when walking, reading during meals, still reading in the middle of the night, even if I went to the pit to read, and almost went mad every time he finished reading a martial arts, he compared himself on the spot, from time to time to ponder for a long time, and then got up and practiced a few times, most of them shook their heads, obviously not the essence of it, if they inadvertently suddenly realized, sometimes the third watch in the middle of the night looked up to the sky and laughed, and the noisy cohabiting disciples next door who had already fallen asleep scolded; and sometimes surprisingly indifferent, just nodded thoughtfully and muttered to himself。 If he really couldn't understand it, he would go to the top floor of the dictionary pavilion to change another book, often stopping at reading the essence of the book, and did not practice diligently. In the eyes of others, it is tantamount to doing useless work, compared with the image of the ring competition not long ago, it is really impressive, even some disciples who were willing to make a consensus with him are gradually decreasing, and most of the disciples who are clamoring for you to compete for me to accept the young man are also "disheartened" Seeing others behaving like this, they shook their heads and sighed, I really don't understand how they reached such a height at a young age, whether they are martial arts practitioners, or Wendao warlocks, they don't seek more, but they are all refined, insatiable, but they must be opposed, and they have endless abilities, but they are like the power of chickens. As soon as this suspicion and suspicion came out, it disappeared, and among those who knew it, they didn't know who said nonsense, "There must have been some adventure, and they have been taught by a master's life's work", and many people stayed away. Nie Zhuang turned a deaf ear to this, and was still immersed in the sea of books drill.

There are a total of twenty-three obscure and mysterious superior exercises and martial arts cheats on the top floor of the Taiyi One and Two Mountains Dictionary Pavilion, and few people comprehend one of them profoundly, even if most of the disciples with extraordinary qualifications can only understand a little bit of a star, just a little bit of fur, and then want to study it, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. The young man forgot to sleep and read twenty-three books, and when he memorized them all and memorized them like a stream, he had already entered the hundred martial arts for more than ten days.

Near noon, Nie Zhuang, who came out of the Taiyi Mountain Dictionary Pavilion after returning the book, stood at the door and stretched his waist, after reciting twenty-three books, he was finally much more happy, all he saw these days were some mysterious and mysterious words, what kind of human law world and world messy things, I couldn't understand it, anyway, the stinky monk explained it, I memorized it, as for the content of the book, I can understand how much I can understand, not too myself, with fate, I don't understand maybe I will have an epiphany one day, as I usually teach by quitting empty, isn't it all my own mistake for a long time before I got a rock？

Nie Zhuang looked around, at this time, there should have been a lot of disciples who had studied at noon to come to the venue next door to the Dictionary Pavilion to practice, but it was "sparsely populated", and the young man suddenly realized after a long time that most of the people in the two mountains had gone down to work.

Three days ago, the purple thunder exploded, two shocking purple rainbows from the two mountains of the hundred martial arts into the earth, the underground organs of Liuyuan City were all opened, the breeze was not slow, the microwave was not prosperous, but there were thousands of flying stones drilled out of the ground one after another, floating in the air, forming a ring of three hundred and sixty-five, the height of the suspension is almost the same, the size is the same, covering the sky and the sun, and then in the air of two hundred zhang, the ring is particularly huge, about a thousand people. Further up, it is like a brick and tile flake circle floating and swirling, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the high and low spacing are all different, as far as ** zhang, close to half a zhang at hand. There are a total of sixty-one masters of the two mountains, each of whom has jurisdiction over dozens of rings, and another disciple is sent to sit on the small stone pier floating next to the ring to supervise and register his name. From the time of the selection of 100 martial arts, to the twilight, there is a time of half a decade, and the total score is three levels: 3,000 in the primary selection, 2,000 in the second selection, and 1,000 in the second selection, and only 500 people are left.

Poor people from all over the world, like a wave surging thousands of horses galloping from afar, gathered in Liuyuan, as many as hundreds of thousands of people, but only 500 people were selected to enter the 100 martial arts. Therefore, some people participate in the selection only to learn skills, some people come with new acquaintances, and some people come to observe and learn, but whoever comes does not want to be famous, so as to fly Huang Tengda?

Fame and fortune, the realm of civil and military affairs, and the simple eight words have made many people in the world flock to it several times? But how many heroes and heroes have been swept away by the waves and sands?

Among all the disciples, Nie Zhuang was the most panicked, and he didn't choose which door to belong to, so he escaped the "catastrophe" and didn't go down to work, and after Nie Zhuang left the dictionary pavilion on the top of the mountain, he found a grass halfway up the mountain and lay there, leisurely closing his eyes and recuperating.

Inadvertently, he was suddenly meditating, thinking back to the tricks and styles expounded in the book, hand dance, foot movement.

“...... The meandering water grows and takes, and the lake and the sea are drawn from the tun, stretching and stretching, drying up and hair, and moistening the accumulation ......"

"The law, horizontal, is for the sake of the law, the heaven and the earth all follow the rules, in order to seek its benefits, the merit is relentless, its momentum is out of the plan; Fa Wu, the one who swooped, the heaven and the earth were ......"

"There is Xuanwu in the North Sea, the turtle's breath is weak and can hold its breath for a long time, it can be an hour, it can be a day, it can be a month, it can be a year, and the duration is different; Xuanwu breathes for thousands of miles, it is not moving like Mount Tai, it is a towering giant view, the road is slow, it is ten years and forty-nine miles......

“......”

The young man read aloud, majestic, waved his hand, and said, "The wind is coming." ”

There was no wind, no rain, but there were a few clouds in the sky.

Wave your hand again.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

There is not a single sword.

"Slash the world!"

There was no movement.

"I am Kunlun when I stand on the ground, I don't move, the mountains don't move. ”

The words are domineering, but everything is the same.

Nie Zhuang seemed to be talking nonsense, and the disciples and disciples who came back and went to eat looked sideways one after another, and many people sneered and ridiculed the young man for being stupid in "reading", and even Zhou Buregret, who was quite optimistic about Nie Zhuang, couldn't help but sigh.

Nie Zhuang was still lying there muttering to himself, intoxicated, and suddenly yawned, smashed his mouth, tossed and turned, and said in a thin voice: "Sleepy." ”

There was a soft snoring on the grass.

The old man of Nangong who was on crutches not far away opened his eyes a little wider, and sighed: "Woohoo! I can't come, I don't go to the Tao, the way of heaven and earth, I also do." Heaven can give birth to this son, how many reincarnations will it take for a thousand years?"

Then the old man looked at the strangely dressed back, shook his head and said, "It's better to be more vulgar." ”

The old man turned around, moved in small steps, and the crutches struck the ground like an orderly rhythm, as intriguing as the words left by the old man before leaving.

"Walking on the road under your feet, others talk about other people's hearts, it is better for me to know my heart. ”

............

When he woke up, Nie Zhuang wandered around, ran to the stone bridge to overlook the competition of the three hundred and sixty-five squares of the ring below, which was extremely fierce, and the sky was dark, and the ping pong was very strong, until the end of the twilight, and he was stunned when he watched it, and occasionally saw the moves made by a few people, and painted the gourd in the same way, which was very clumsy and could not be used.

As the large group of disciples returned, Nie Zhuang, who was a little hungry, followed the crowd to Hohezhuang for dinner. There is a very strange phenomenon in Hohezhuang, when eating, male and female disciples will consciously sit together separately, and no one can understand the reason.

Hundred martial arts, like Skynet, have a stinky rule that makes Nie Zhuang think that the worldly atmosphere is too heavy: how much work to do, how much to eat.

Nie Zhuang is a strange exception, eat first, then work, and can still owe credit, he himself doesn't know who opened the back door, but it's good. But others are not good, it is inevitable that there will be endless disputes, there are not a few people who come to find fault, and Nie Zhuang has nothing to do with it, swallowing his anger, provided that those who have nothing to do do do not cross the boundary of their own Lei Chi.

During the meal, hoe Hezhuang did not eat their own as usual, quietly, occasionally whispered, but these days are different, one by one talking about those competitions, chattering, endless.

Someone in the crowd suddenly slapped the table and deliberately shouted: "Hey, the person in today's seventeenth competition, although his cultivation is just a chaotic question, but his move is amazing when he sees the dragon in the field, it can be described as an eye-opener, pure and strong, if the dragon roars, tsk, I didn't expect there to be such martial arts in the world." ”

A few tables later, someone chimed in: "Oh, is that really the case? That's really a coincidence, today I have a woman in the Jiaxu ring who cultivates a body of yin and soft kung fu, and can freeze ice out of thin air, and the opponent only let him freeze into an ice sculpture with one move, if I don't stop it, let the woman break the ice sculpture with people." ”

A few more people made peace with each other.

Nie Zhuang listened to it for a while, and couldn't help but smile helplessly, and commented coldly: "The seventeenth game of the Wuxu ring is not to talk about the pure martial arts of that person, he should have practiced in a hot environment for many years, so that the strongest move he played makes him feel pure and strong, in fact, his set of palm techniques belongs to the way of combining rigidity and softness, and the grade must not be low, otherwise it would be impossible for him to hit that powerful palm when he meets the dead mouse and practiced some famous names." In addition, to be honest, there was no dragon roar in his palm, but when the palm was played, the fire barely met the requirements, involving the surrounding wind, and suddenly made a move, and the wind whined and sounded a little like a dragon roar.

And the woman in the eight competitions in Jiazhudi was not entirely due to the martial arts she cultivated, didn't you notice that woman's temperament was cold at that time? According to my guess, her physique is cold and cold, and the water of the five elements is biased towards ice, but unfortunately she took the wrong path, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, but she did not learn the Tao, and it was a waste, otherwise her achievements would definitely be much higher than now.

And ......"

Someone interrupted Nie Zhuang, who was still about to talk down, and said with a sneer: "Yo, Nie Nanguo really has outstanding eyesight, even we didn't see it, you can see it?"

Nie Nanguo didn't know who gave Nie Zhuang the nickname, which was used to mock Nie Zhuang, who had been passed down by the master all his life, and went to the hundred martial arts to make up for it.

As soon as these words came out, the people around them burst into laughter.

Nie Zhuang shrugged his shoulders and buried his head in eating.

But at the table of three or two in the group, when he heard what Nie Zhuang said, he couldn't help but stop his chopsticks, and looked at the young man slightly, his eyes were weird.

Two days passed.

On April 15, the night was like a bright moon, and after a tiring day, many disciples had already fallen asleep early.

Nie Zhuang, who had nothing to do, leaned on the window and looked up at the bright moon, and at this time, the window of the disciple who lived next door also opened, poked out a head, saw Nie Zhuang, and said with a smile: "Haha, Nie Zhuang, you are also here to listen to Xiao Shengqu?"

This person Nie Zhuang only knows that his surname is Ke, he is a casual person, he is familiar with him, and he can get acquainted with anyone in a while, and the hundred martial arts do not look at himself in a strange light, he is counted as one.

Nie Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand: "Xiao Shengqu?"

The man had a 'lewd' smile on his face, and his finger nodded at Nie Zhuang, with an expression of "I don't know you yet", and said, "Still pretending to be with me, and I'll see if you don't show your fox tail." ”

Nie Zhuang rolled his eyes directly.