"This set of palm techniques completely relies on pain to stimulate the meridians to guide the true qi to gather in the palm to produce attacks, and can even resist hidden weapons, how about it, refining or not, this is the only martial art that allows you to master the true qi."

"Pain? How much does it hurt?"

"There are three kinds of pain: physical pain, heartache, divine pain, and tsk... Only the monk practiced it, and his martial arts were not injured, but he was injured for seven points first."

"No, old man, I've never heard that pain can gather true qi and hurt people, uh, it won't make you think that I am disrespectful to you, and deliberately fix me."

"Hmph, is the old man the kind of person who does it, this palm method is created by a person of great wisdom, the old man thinks that he is very intelligent, and he can't think of such a way to adjust the true qi, the qi and blood surge, the true qi is rebellious, the pain is suppressed, and it is gathered in the palm, Fang Xiaocheng; The true qi soars, the meridians rise, the mind is restless, and the pain leads to the palm, and it becomes the climate; If the god does not keep it, the soul loses three points, and it returns to the palm of the hand, which becomes a miracle."

"What's there, if you fight, you won't become a hero and become a bear."

Wu Yifan kept slapping the slate, his hands tingled, if he went on like this, he could shoot people to death without real anger, and after a few sticks of incense, his hands were completely unconscious, and if he continued to practice, his hands would be completely useless.

"It's useless for you to slap your hands like this, you have to be lucky."

"Really angry?"

Wu Yifan hurriedly adjusted his true qi, and sure enough, a stream of true qi rushed up and down, and suddenly his qi and blood surged, his face changed greatly, he felt like he was going to die, and suddenly felt that he was going to spit out in one breath, "Don't vomit, suppress it, cast it from the palm!" Mo Shi was anxious for a while, whether he succeeded or not, Wu Yifan gritted his teeth, and slapped his hands on the stone slab, and suddenly, the stone turned into four petals.

"Good boy, it's finally barely done."

"It hurts so much, and it's so powerful?"

Master Mo burst out laughing, "Those bald monks like to do things that they can't get by."

"What a broken palm technique, master, this is a bad life, these bald asses!"

"Do you want to be a hero?"

"Yes!"

"Practice if you want!"

"The master is out!"

Wu Yifan practiced repeatedly under the stimulation of the heroic dream, and the hands gradually adhered to some faint true qi, but there was no longer a powerful gain, the hand was still swollen, and under the treatment of Mo Shi's medicinal powder, he began to practice boring again, he never found that in the adhesion of the true qi, with the increase of the number of speeds, the cracks in the slate were not necessarily dense with the naked eye, as if this palm method was tailor-made for him, slowly, the true qi converged to the palm, and the slate became countless fragments under the palm, which was also the result of his satisfaction for nearly several days, the body was unsteady, and with a casual tap of the hand, a deep palm print appeared on the wall of the room.

Next.

"Boy, you really have to try, the old man's flying leaf will hurt people, and it will kill you,"

"Hey, you'll be amazed in a minute, come on."

said that at that time, it was fast, the bamboo leaves came quickly, Wu Yifan half-closed his palms, and actually stopped the bamboo leaves between his palms, and he couldn't get half a point, "Good boy, the old man will use three points of strength."

This bamboo leaf, can only see the afterimage flying away, Wu Yifan's palms compressed nearly a few points, took a few steps back, and fixed the bamboo leaves in the palms of both palms, "Okay, good, the old man is doing his best."

The bamboo leaves seemed to teleport in front of Wu Yifan, catching him off guard, holding the bamboo leaves with both palms, only to feel the palms cold, looking down, it was blood.

At this time, there was a noise from far and near that broke the peace of the ten days.

"I'm going out for a few days, you stay here first, don't come along."

Wu Yifan saw Master Mo in such a solemn tone, "Master Mo..."

"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, if I don't return in ten days, you take the letter from the desk away, you and I have exhausted our fate, so I can do it myself."

Wu Yifan in the sadness, and began the practice of palm method, he knows, his three-legged cat kung fu, simply can not walk the rivers and lakes, in his spare time, and repeatedly scrutinize the footwork, always unable to use the inner family true qi to make the footwork faster, as for meditation, also tried the true qi convergence, the body seems to have a thick wall can not be penetrated, can only be transported to the palm, so, his palm is more and more fierce, probably different from the monk's original intention.

Wu Yifan found that the pill he came was gone, and the bottles and cans were gone, and there was only one book on the shelf, 'Jianghu Experience', he sat on the Taishi chair and opened the letter left by Mo Shi, although there were still two or three days before the time agreed by Mo Shi, but he had a hunch that the old man would not come back, and the letter jacket read, 'Senior Brother Yu personally opened', and there was only one sentence in the letter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

'Spring Flowers and Autumn Covenant'

What do you mean, Guan He, these elderly people like to make some secret words, Wu Yifan opened the 'Jianghu Experience' For rookies who have just entered the rivers and lakes, this book is a guide, pack up some things randomly, and go on the road alone.

An inn.

The sparse tenants reminded him of the black shop, in the repeated explanations of the shopkeeper, he reluctantly stayed, and the continuous rush made him realize how desolate the old man lived, and he walked nearly dark before he met someone's inn, a simple inn, and could not stop the fatigue of the day.

In the middle of the night, there was a very soft sound, intermittently.

The sound of footsteps sounding like you're approaching yourself.

Wu Yifan pushed open the door, but there was no one in sight, closed the door, lay down, and the sound came again, this time, mixed with different footsteps.

One, two, three

turned out to be three, this is to meet a robber, Wu Yifan pushed open the door and slapped out with both palms, even if this is a person, he is injured if he is not disabled.

"Amitabha!"

The three monks in front of him followed each other, "This benefactor, did you hear the voice too?"

"Master, what is this?"

"Monks give to sentient beings, save all lives, Amitabha, donor, disturb!"

"Master, can you go along?"

"The donor has this kind heart, please come with me!"

Wu Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, followed the monk, tonight is even if there is a catastrophe and it will be resolved, and he followed the voice to find the firewood room of the inn, "Amitabha, the donor turned back to the shore, please let the donor inside." ”

The door opened, but it was empty.

"Donor, don't pretend to be a ghost, come out. ”

A strange voice, "You all deserve to die, deserve to ......"

The three monks flashed to the three directions respectively, Wu Yifan felt a real chill, and hurriedly waved his palm, however, there was a chill on his neck and he fainted.