The vendor outside the city wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he was a little panicked. In particular, not far away stood a group of masked figures of unknown origin, as well as strange eyes that looked over from time to time.

"That, Brother Fang—came early. ”

The young man smirked, sensing the suppressed anger in Fang Yan's eyes earlier.

Fang Yan snorted coldly, his face turned terribly pale.

"I said Fang Dutou, why are you fooled by this stinky boy. ”

The gray mouse looked at the two of them repeatedly, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Don't forget to promise me something, or else—"

Fang Yan turned around and walked towards the main road, and a sword aura rose from his body.

The boy shook his head with a wry smile and strode after him.

"This guy has a big temper, and I don't know what conditions the little brother promised him. ”

Mr. Huang stretched out his hand and dragged the muttering stone on the side, followed closely behind, and stepped on the road to Qingzhou.

Qingzhou, a suburb of the city.

The courtyard of a secluded house was overgrown with weeds, but inside it was crowded with people, and there was no sound.

In front of the main hall, a figure in green clothes bent over, his face solemn.

"My lord, Zuoying just came with news that there is another hidden story in the Longtan Town case. ”

The person on the seat put down the tea cup in his hand, and his expression was mixed.

"What's going on with those guys?"

"There is no news, and the two departments of D and E are still being investigated, so don't worry. ”

The person in the seat slowly got up, his right hand tapping lightly on the table.

"Neither the tongue nor the boy is dead?"

The man in Tsing Yi paused, bowed his head slightly, and said: "The secret report of Part B No. 5 will not be wrong." ”

"Oh, dialect, dialect, if you want to get out now, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

"My lord, what are you going to do now?"

"If he wants to get out, let him get out. ”

The man in Tsing Yi nodded thoughtfully, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard another voice behind him.

"Yao Shen, who do you think is worthy of the position of this commander?"

The man's figure froze, and his voice was hoarse and low.

"Whoever the adults think it should be, that's who it is. ”

Lord Zhizhou looked at the back of the departing Tsing Yi, and filled the cup of tea with his own care.

"After all these years, you still haven't changed half a point. ”

On the flat road, there is no end to the horizon.

From time to time, caravans carrying goods came and went, occasionally mixed with a few scattered figures.

Although the cold autumn has arrived, the afternoon sun in the south is still scorching.

A burly man crossed his hands on his hips and gasped for air.

"Little, little brother, will we make it!"

"Stone, thanks to such a big man, you are tired after only a few steps. ”

Shi glanced at the gray mouse who was talking coldly on the side, and threw over a package: "Dead mouse, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, and your burden is not the master who has carried it all the way." ”

The young man looked at the panting old Mr. Huang and said, "Brother Fang, how far is it from Qingzhou. ”

Fang Yan, who was walking in front of the team, stopped, and although there were faint beads of sweat on his forehead, his breath was still steady.

"There are still about two hours to go. ”

"Brother Fang, everyone is a little unable to walk, is there any place to rest around here?"

Fang Yan looked back at the crowd, and his tone softened a little.

"There's a small tea shop not far ahead, and if you're lucky, you might be able to meet a caravan. ”

The group walked for about half a pillar of incense, and sure enough, they saw a worn-out tea flag fluttering in the wind.

"Xiao Er, come two pots of herbal tea!"

The gray mouse jumped straight to his seat, sweat already soaking his chest. Fang Yan did not sit down with the crowd, but chose a remote corner alone.

"Brother Fang, why don't you come together. ”

The young man held a cup of herbal tea in his hand and slowly handed it to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan paused, reached out and took the teacup, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing to do, you kid is holding back some bad water. ”

The young man smiled: "Brother Fang, how can I hide this little bit of caution from you." ”

"Baby, you have to pay me for doing things. ”

The young man patted the burden on the table and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, you see what I have in here, just take it." ”

Fang Yan smiled without saying a word, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

"Brother Fang, you have been practicing martial arts for many years, can you tell me about it?"

Fang Yan smiled: "With your skills, why do you need to ask me about these things." ”

"Brother Fang, what is this body technique and qi technique?"

Fang Yan looked at the young man's solemn expression, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Y-don't you know?"

The young man shook his head slowly, his eyes slightly confused.

Fang Yan's face changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "You haven't cultivated qi arts?"

The young man bowed slightly: "Is there anything wrong with this?"

saw Fang Yan slam the table and let out a breath of cold air.

"Could it be that you've ever practiced physical arts?"

The young man became more and more puzzled: "The physical technique should have entered the realm of transformation." ”

Fang Yan's eyes widened, and it took half a cup of tea to come back to his senses.

"Baby, you're afraid you're not a monster!"

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Fang, don't sell it, what's going on?"

Fang Yan reached out and untied the long sword he was wearing at his waist, and then slowly spoke.

"The martial arts have a long history and are unfathomable, and I have only just gotten a glimpse of the way, so I know a little bit about it. ”

"Legend has it that in the primeval period, the art of qi and body was inherited in the same vein, and it was originally the same root and the same origin, and it was inseparable. There are masters who have cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and they can open mountains and cut off the stream, and occupy all the heaven and earth. Later, for some reason, it was divided into two, and it has been passed down to this day, and it is rare to cultivate to the fullest. ”

"The so-called qi goes to the governor, and the body is eight bones. ”

"Qi art is based on the weather aura, the dantian purple mansion is the foundation, and it runs every day, and it is active in the eight veins of Rendu. Once practiced, the power of all things is invoked, and the law is taken advantage of, killing people is invisible, and it can be unfathomable. ”

"The physical technique is based on the muscles, bones, flesh and blood, and the strength of the whole body is based on the innate eight bones. Once practiced, the entry has the effect of strengthening the body, and then delving, but also can fist the mountains and rivers, the body of the river and the sea, the cold and heat do not invade, the sword is fearless, quite a force to break the ten thousand laws. ”

"However, it is not easy to practice, and throughout the ages, just in front of this door, I don't know how many dry bones have been buried. ”

The young man was in a trance when he heard this, and subconsciously asked, "What kind of realm is the realm of physical arts?"

"Qi and body are of the same origin, although the path of cultivation is very different, but there are still similarities in the realm. ”

"In the practice of physical arts, the first bone of the eight bones is to enter the subtleties, and from then on, you can officially enter the path of practice. Enter the third order, after the consummation, open one bone, open the two bones, and the sixth order is consummated, and step into the next realm. According to legend, when the eight bones are fully opened, the realm is complete, and it is the realm of the Dacheng Grandmaster. Its strength is all over the sky, but there is one person who is an enemy country, and ten thousand people are not brave. ”

Fang Yan looked at the young man with a distorted face, and his words suddenly changed.

"There is still a special case in the practice of physical arts. The eight bones of the innate are fully opened, but there is no realm, which is called the transformation realm. The eight bones are peculiar, and each bone has to endure unimaginable pain for ordinary people, and it will multiply with the ascension of the realm. The body is open to eight bones, and the congenital realm is inherent, which is rare in thousands of miles. ”

Hearing this, the young man suddenly realized, and only then did he understand what kind of creation the wordless book had given him.

"Brother Fang, in this way, how do you practice the Qi Technique?"

"Qi art is slightly different from body art. Qi goes through the meridians, and the two pulses are the main ones, and the remaining six veins of the eight veins are supplemented. The first of the six veins is to enter the micro, enter the micro nine sections, and after the nine sections are completed, rush to open the next meridian. The six veins are opened together, which is called Tongyuan. On the top of Tongyuan, you can choose any one of the two pulses of Chong Ren and Du Ren, the nine times of Ren and the eight times of Du Mai, and any of them are cultivated to perfection is the realm of Dacheng Grandmaster. ”

The young man was a little surprised: "Why can't the two veins of Ren Du practice together, and there is still a level of realm?"

Fang Yan slowly shook his head and said, "When the family teacher was dying, he was only in the realm of four veins and three stages. The path of cultivation is unfathomable, and many secrets are nowhere to be known. What's more, in today's world, in addition to the gas technique, there are also many cultivation methods, among which there are many amazing and brilliant people. ”

Fang Yan suddenly remembered the legends that had stirred up countless storms in the rivers and lakes, and the light in his eyes flickered more and more.