The next day, according to the adjusted schedule after electing pharmacy, Chen Fuyin got up on time.

At this time, the sky was not yet dawning, only the sparse stars in the sky emitted a little cold light.

At the same time, with the faint starlight, Chen Fu climbed halfway up the northern slope of Baiyun Peak, and then turned to the east slope, which was the direction of the valley mouth when he came in yesterday.

After finding a flat place, Chen Fu sat down.

An hour and a quarter of an hour later, after he had finished cultivating the Nine Turns Dao Gong, the sky was already white.

Chen Fu spent another half an hour cultivating the Divine Cultivation Technique and the Divine Destroying Technique, and at this time it was already dawn.

He hurriedly practiced the take-off sword.

When he released three wisps of Divine Consciousness to mobilize the surrounding vitality, he suddenly felt eight wisps of Divine Consciousness rushing towards him.

Chen Fu thought that this should be the divine consciousness of the eight elders, and he hurriedly sent out a fluctuation of his thoughts and compensated the elders: "Elders, student Chen Fu, I am a newcomer, I don't understand the rules, and I am really sorry to disturb the cultivation of the elders!"

One of the wisps of divine consciousness replied: "It's okay, you practice yours, it won't disturb us." ”

When Chen Fu heard this, he stopped being polite and continued to practice his flying sword.

The eight wisps of divine consciousness stayed for a while, and then dispersed.

At this time, on or at the foot of the other eight peaks, an old voice muttered to himself:

"Ming Yuan Realm's divine sense is out of his body! How did this kid do it? Maybe we can generalize his experience. ”

"Not only can the Divine Sense be out of the body, but he has also come up with the idea of using the Divine Sense to resist the sword! This kid is good, he can carve it as hard as he can. ”

"Where did Le Huping find such a genius?

......

Chen Fu usually only takes a quarter of an hour to practice flying swords every day, but today he practiced for half an hour, and finally made up for the arrears in the monastery in the past few days.

Then, Chen Fu practiced the Chongxiao Fist for a quarter of an hour, and then practiced the Thousand Tribulations Casting Method.

The Thousand Tribulation Body Casting Method usually required cultivation for half an hour, but now that he had neither taken the Quenching Pill nor eaten the flesh of the demon beast, there was not much unrefined energy in his body, so he had only cultivated for two quarters of an hour.

At this moment, not long after entering the mountain, Chen Fu collected his work, turned to the north slope towards the basin, and looked around, only to see some small figures as small as black spots scattered on the slopes of the surrounding peaks and in the basin. Some are stationary, some are moving, presumably the seniors in the inner courtyard are also practicing.

After watching for a while, Chen Fu went down the mountain and touched some wild vegetables, wild fruits and firewood, and returned to the house where he lived.

After eating, he walked out into the basin and strolled around.

There are several small rivers here, each of which is crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and fish frolicking in the blue sky and white clouds. There are large meadows on both sides of the river, and outside the meadow are sparse woods, and birds sing tirelessly in the woods, all of which make Chen Fu linger.

However, after all, he was worried about the matter of external refining, and it didn't take long for him to leave for Fuguan City.

It was the end of the Shen period when he walked into the gate of the monastery, Chen Fu had dinner in the room, didn't bother to go back to his residence, and walked straight to the teaching residence.

Teaching and learning in the main hall of the Jiachen House.

Yan Tingshan asked Chen Fu: "Why do you want to practice martial arts?"

Chen Fu didn't dare to answer this question truthfully.

He practiced martial arts because Qingshizi sucked the vitality in the dantian every day, causing his cultivation realm to stagnate. Inspired by Zhou Yang, he came up with a way to improve the strength and strength of his physical body through martial arts, so that he could condense his vitality in a short period of time, so that the realm of cultivation could be improved.

He said perfunctorily: "In order to train a strong physique." ”

Yan Tingshan shook his head and said:

"Heaven is unfair, and people are divided into two types: those who have a sense of qi and those who do not. ”

"People with a sense of qi can absorb vitality, refine vitality, and cultivate a long-lived immortal body. And people who have no sense of qi only have a short lifespan of 100 years. ”

"It is precisely because of this dissatisfaction that the senior martial artists tried every means to refine their physical bodies, so as to be reborn and get rid of the restrictions on lifespan imposed by the Heavenly Dao. ”

"Fighting with the sky, this is the purpose of my generation's martial arts!"

After saying the above words, Yan Tingshan's face was still indignant.

"Fight for your life with the sky!" Chen Fu silently repeated these four words in his heart.

He also practiced martial arts to fight, who did he fight against? Is it Qingshizi?

No, it's against fate!

He practiced the Guiding Gong for a year before he had a sense of qi, and within two days, he met Qingshizi and sucked his vitality away every day.

He was unwilling to accept his fate, so he opened the shrine by mistake.

He did not give in, so he embarked on the arduous road of martial arts and Taoism.

Chen Fu could understand Yan Tingshan's mood at the moment, and he nodded again and again: "Yes, fight for your life with the sky!"

Yan Tingshan said in a deep voice:

"If you want to fight for your life with the sky, my martial arts cultivators have to endure a lot of hardships. If you want to fight for your life with the heavens, you must first fight with ordinary people! Fight with fellow martial artists! Fight with cultivators! Do everything you can to get cultivation resources before you can become that master!"

"Fighting and fighting, the path of the warrior is still a broken road. It can only prolong life, not immortality. Therefore, in the end, my generation of martial cultivators still has to be alone, helplessly forging ahead on the vast desert, looking for a road that has never been seen before, a road beyond the world!"

Chen Fu savored Yan Tingshan's words, and experienced the helplessness and even despair that surged up in the hearts of the wayfinders from time to time!

"If you want to take this broken road, can you afford to endure great hardships, can you withstand loneliness?" Yan Tingshan asked sharply.

"I can!" Chen Fu clenched his fists, puffed out his chest, and replied loudly.

Yan Tingshan nodded and said:

"Master Qi sent you to the monastery and asked me to help you practice, I naturally won't be perfunctory, so you have to be prepared to endure hardships. ”

"And from the battle between you and Xiao Yong, I saw your nature, in order to defeat Xiao Yong, you fought but injured yourself, and you also wanted him to suffer a blow from you, this is what I call 'fighting'!"

"Therefore, I want you to walk step by step on the path of martial arts, and reach the best of the same level at every level. ”

"I hope that after walking through the Six Realms, you can find that path beyond the world for the warriors of the world. ”

Chen Fu said gratefully: "Thank you Yan Zhangke for your love!"

Whether he can find the way out of the sky, Chen Fu doesn't know. However, every level of the realm has reached the best of the same level, and he is confident that he can do it.

After all, he himself can refine the Quenching Pill, which is the best internal alchemy pill for a martial artist.

What he lacks at present is that there is no one to polish his realm and consolidate his foundation. And Yan Tingshan happened to have this will, and Chen Fu couldn't ask for it.

Yan Tingshan then asked, "What kind of boxing techniques or weapons have you learned from martial artists?"

"I learned a set of punching boxing. ”

"Go to the courtyard and practice for me, only use the power of the body, don't use the vitality. ”

The two walked into the courtyard, and Chen Fu practiced the eighteen strokes of Chongxiao Boxing.

After reading it, Yan Tingshan groaned slightly, and said:

"You use the Quenching Pill to refine internally, and the energy in your body is very strong. But because you don't know how to use this energy, it's a bit jerky, which affects the speed and power of your punches. ”

"In the past few days, I will open your joints first, and then you don't have to rush to break through, I will help you polish the realm, so that you can fully mobilize the energy in your body, so that you can retract and release freely, and consolidate the basis of a realm. ”

"Martial arts cultivation is a journey, and there is no room for impetuousness. In order to pursue the speed of breaking the realm, every time you took the Quenching Pill, the energy was not completely refined, and a very small part was deposited. If you don't refine these deposited energies, they will accumulate one realm after another, and in the end, I am afraid that it will cause damage to your physical body. ”

"So you have to carefully observe these deposited energies, find them, refine them completely, and turn them into your own power. ”

The first time Chen Fu heard someone point out the shortcomings in his martial arts practice, he was both happy and ashamed in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you Yan Zhangke for your advice." ”

Yan Tingshan's expression was solemn, and he looked at Chen Fu: "Come, I'll help you open up some joints first." ”

Chen Fu didn't know what he should do, and his face was a little hesitant.

"Attack me with all your might. "Yanting Mountain Road.

Chen Fu rushed forward, instantly burst out with amazing power, and punched Yan Tingshan in the right abdomen with his right hand.

Yan Tingshan took a long time and stretched out his hand to block it.

"Click......"

A series of sounds came from Chen Fu's right hand.

He took a few steps backwards, his right arm aching and drooping.

"Come again. Yan Tingshan looked at him forcefully.

Chen Fu clenched his fist with his left hand, rushed to Yan Tingshan in a few steps, and slammed Yan Tingshan's left chest.

Yan Tingshan raised his right hand, and it was also a punch.

The two fists collided, first with a "bang", and then there was a "click" sound from Chen Fu's left hand.

He stumbled backwards, a cone of pain in his left arm, and his left palm fell to the outside of his thigh.

After two punches, Chen Fu's hands did not listen to his command an inch, and his arms drooped. All the joints, from his fingers to his shoulders, seemed to be torn, and the pain made his lips black.

"Come again. Yan Tingshan shouted coldly.

Chen Fu's arms were in pain until the end, and he was completely numb and unconscious.

He walked forward quickly, kicked his left foot on the ground, jumped up, and kicked forward with his right foot.

Immediately, his bent left foot also moved forward.

Alternating feet, he kicked a chain of kicks.

Yan Tingshan waved his hands and sealed Chen Fu's feet one after another.

Chen Fu fell to the ground, his feet were weak, he couldn't stabilize his body, and sat on the ground.

His feet were the same as his arms, from the toes to the base of his thighs, and all his joints seemed to be peeled open, and he broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

The feeling of pain in the bone marrow is unbearable even for a person who is beaten with iron, let alone a thirteen-year-old boy.

However, Chen Fu still gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, both rows of teeth seemed to be crushed, and he didn't let out the slightest cry.

After a while, Chen Fu's clothes were all soaked with sweat.

"I can't help but scream out loud, which can release the pain. Yan Tingshan's face flashed a trace of unbearability, and he said slowly.

Chen Fu shook his head, still silent.