Inn, small courtyard, Chaoyang.

The golden morning light reflected the figures of the two with a faint fluorescence, a long figure, and a slight wind.

"Where the world's martial arts come from, it is probably impossible to verify, but the teaching method is natural, but it is the general rule of countless martial arts. Today, I'm going to teach you a swordsmanship first, you just have to learn it, you don't have to ask, and in the future, you can't say that I taught it, you know?"

Although the age difference is really not big, in front of Shi Zhongjian, Jiang Feng seems to be a real master. It looks serious and mysterious.

It is human nature to worship the strong, and even the backbone of Shi Zhong, who is not familiar with the world, is not exempt from vulgarity.

Although Jiang Feng is not in the battle machine, if he is just practicing swordsmanship alone, between one move and one style, it is definitely a strict law and Zhang Chi is orderly. In addition, he was deliberately showmanship, and even poured a body of internal force into the long sword, which directly aroused the cold light between the flow of the sword momentum, and the sword shadows were one after another.

Shi Zhongjian at this time, but saw the connection between the Jiang Feng's moves, sometimes the moves were simple, sometimes the sword points were dense, and the swordsmanship turned around, and he saw the snowflakes flying, the momentum of the wind call, and the swift moves, like a plum tree swaying in the wind, and the attitude of flying sand and camel horses galloping in the desert outside the plug also occasionally appeared in the shape of Jiang Feng.

Tao Law Heaven, Heaven Law Earth, Earth Legal Person, Human Master, Teacher Law Nature. The principle of heaven and earth is like this!

At this moment a bird was awakened by the morning dew and flew out of the treetops with joy. Suddenly, a blink of blue light struck.

With the shaking of the long sword, the air around it was cut into countless turbulences. No matter how much the bird fluttered its wings, it could hardly fly out of the range enveloped by the sword wind.

"Good, good, good......"

For children, play is always their nature, and only by arousing their interest can they devote themselves to something.

A sword lightly slapped the bird, and the internal force poured out through the long sword, instantly paralyzing the bird's wings.

The falling bird landed steadily on Jiang Feng's sword body, gently dragging the struggling bird, and placing it in the palm of Shi Zhongjian's hand.

Looking at Shi Zhongjian, who was gently touching the little bird and looking happy, Jiang Feng smiled and said, "Okay, when you have practiced this kung fu yourself, you can play whenever you want!"

"Hmmm......"

As Shi Zhongjian nodded heavily, the two figures, one tall and one short, began to practice the snow mountain swordsmanship from the small courtyard.

As soon as this stone backbone learned the sword at the beginning, Jiang Feng found that his qualifications and comprehension were excellent, far above himself. Coupled with the hardships he has endured, he can be diligent in practice, and over time, he will definitely be able to shine in the martial arts.

Jiang Feng taught Shi Zhongjian for a day, in addition to the snow mountain swordsmanship, there is also the unique internal skill of the snow mountain school, the melting yang and snow skill. Although Shi Zhongjian is illiterate, his talent and intelligence are not under Jiang Feng, and after Jiang Feng's unconcealed teaching, and then passing on the method of internal breath operation, he can already practice on his own.

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng packed up and rode east with Shi Zhongjian in a carriage.

When he reached the dense forest beside the road, Jiang Feng slowed down the carriage and carefully observed the surrounding woods. Even if Shi Zhongjian asked questions under curiosity, Jiang Feng always smiled and said nothing. Fortunately, Mei Fanggu's years of education have made Shi Zhongjian's curiosity much less, and soon, Shi Zhongjian is not surprised by this.

When the carriage came to a sparse-looking wood, Jiang Feng suddenly pulled the carriage away, jumped out of the carriage, and flew towards the left front.

Seeing this, although he didn't understand, he climbed out of the carriage and followed the direction of the river wind.

When Shi Zhongjian arrived, he saw that Jiang Feng had already groped around an old man with white hair and blood stains.

Soon, Jiang Feng took out a small box that had been opened from the other party's body, and after a little inventory, he found that there were only seventeen small clay figures painted with meridian acupoints.

As if he was quite dissatisfied with the arrival because of this, Jiang Feng immediately turned over the old man's body and began to look for it carefully nearby.

"Brother Jiang, what are you looking for?"

Looking at Shi Zhongjian on the side, Jiang Feng took out a small clay figure and shook it at Shi Zhongjian, and said, "There should be eighteen of these clay figures, but now there are only seventeen, you can look around and see if there are any more?"

What is the meaning of human existence? Is it just to live, and I think it should be more than that. For Shi Zhongjian, what he needs is his home, and the instinctive feeling of being recognized in life.

Since he met Jiang Feng, he has been in a state of being helped, and now that he can do something to help Jiang Feng, Shi Zhongjian seems excited and positive.

I have to say that if there is really such a thing as providence in this world, then Shi Zhongjian must be the illegitimate son of providence. He had only taken a few steps before he stumbled and fell to the ground. Instinctively, he stretched out his hand, and under the fallen leaves that he pushed away, it happened to be the last clay figure.

After the three masters of the Changle Gang besieged and killed the old man of Great Compassion here, they also found the small box and the eighteen clay figures from his arms.

It's a pity that the rice incense master and others of the Changle Gang are "well-informed", and they can see at a glance that the paintings on these eighteen clay figures are the Shaolin introductory internal skills that are widely spread on the rivers and lakes. Full of big road goods, coupled with the time of fighting, the three of them found that the old man's kung fu was almost all foreign kung fu, and they couldn't help but secretly sneer at the eighteen clay figures he treasured.

threw it casually, which allowed Jiang Feng to come here to pick up a leak.

Back in the carriage, Jiang Feng opened the box, and Shi Zhongjian leaned over and asked curiously, "Hey, why are these villains undressed?"

Jiang Feng smiled at this time, and said to Shi Zhongjian: "Don't worry, I'll make a trick for you now, okay?"

"Yes, yes!"

As Shi Zhongjian applauded happily, Jiang Feng's right hand gently brushed these clay figures, and under the operation of internal force, the soil on those clay figures fell one after another, revealing the painted puppets inside.

These puppets are oiled with a layer of tung oil and painted with black lines, but there are no acupuncture points. The puppets are exquisitely carved, their faces are lifelike, and their expressions are either joyful, weeping, angry, or kind and amiable. The movement lines on the puppets are completely different from those painted on the clay figures.

Shi Zhongjian only felt that these dolls instantly became much more beautiful, but he didn't know that what was painted on these puppets was a first-class internal mastery in the martial arts, the Shaolin Temple Arhat Demon Magic.

At that time, the senior monk who created this set of miraculous skills knew that there were few talented people in the world who were smart, simple and beautiful. Therefore, the mud powder was applied to the outside of the wooden arhat, and the oil paint was painted, and the way of the introduction of Shaolin's authentic internal strength was painted, so that future generations would not be able to practice without their own strength after seeing the wooden arhat, and give their lives in vain, or leave the right path of Buddhism.

Therefore, although this thing is in the rivers and lakes, it is a pearl secretly invested, and it is only when it encounters the river breeze today that it has exerted its true effect.