After the beginning of winter, the weather was getting cold day by day, and after a day of beating, Feng Mu's hands had already been ground out of blood.

Ye Xiaozheng didn't bandage him either, Han Tong, who was always smiling, found gauze to bandage Feng Mu and looked at him very lovingly.

Feng Mu really couldn't figure out how such a seemingly kind person could provoke a vendetta in the rivers and lakes and hide in the deep palace as a eunuch.

Woken up by the sound of birdsong in the morning, Feng Mu was reluctant to do so, so he had to endure the cold and get out of bed.

In the courtyard, Han Tong looked at Feng Mu's bandaged hands, and said loudly: "I am going to teach the little master the kung fu of the golden bell jar now, and after you finish learning, you don't have to worry that your hands will break the skin and bleed." ”

Feng Mu looked at him, nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Han Tong said: "The golden bell jar and the iron cloth shirt are the external skills in the basic martial arts, and the marrow washing skills and Tai Chi guidance techniques are the internal skills in the basic skills. The golden bell jar is the most important kung fu of the seventy-two arts, are you ready to endure hardships?"

Feng Mu looked at Han Tong who was smiling and nodded a little embarrassed.

"Do you think I have calluses?"

Saying that, Han Tong exposed his upper body, Feng Mu looked at it, shook his head, Han Tong got dressed and said: "That's right, the appearance of bloated and calluses is for the golden bell jar under the multiplication exercise, and the skin of the most superior exercise is no different from ordinary people." ”

Feng Mu asked out loud, "So, Master Han, you have reached the top?"

Han Tong shook his head and said with a smile: "It's early, it's early." ”

Feng Mu looked at him, Han Tong reached out and touched his head, and said, "Little master, you are talented, and it is unknown if you may be able to break through the last moment." ”

"Is the cultivation of the Golden Bell Jar a matter of talent, and does it also need the assistance of internal force?"

Han Tong stroked his palms and smiled, and said: "Smart, the Golden Bell Jar is divided into twelve levels, the first level is luck breathing, so that the meridians of the whole body are unimpeded, and the true qi in the body is cultivated. Believing their previous teachings, the little master has learned this level. ”

Feng Mu nodded, this level is indeed very simple.

Han Tong continued: "In the second level, the internal strength and body protection qigong are gradually formed, and the true qi in the body is gradually deepened, which can protect the internal organs from injury. The third level is to hit the practitioner with a stick, so that the muscles develop strong resistance and no pain. In the fourth level, the blunt sword is used to slash and gradually become sharper, and the blade is only successful when it can only slash the skin without damaging the muscles. ”

Feng Mu listened and felt some pain in his body for no reason, Han Tong smiled slightly, and said, "These are all small pains and itches, I believe that the little master can pass it with his eyes closed." ”

Feng Mu complained in his heart: "This guy with a grinning face is the most cunning, give me a high hat, if I can easily get through, then there will be a ghost." ”

Han Tong looked at Feng Mu, who was deep in thought, and shook his hand in front of his eyes, Feng Mu came back to his senses, and Han Tong continued: "The fifth level specializes in internal strength anti-shock, the stronger the strength of the stick, the stronger your anti-shock force, and you can even forcibly break the opponent's weapon." At the sixth level, any sharp cone blade is difficult to injure, and it can only kill unless it stabs the cover door. Little master, when you reach this level, you will become vulnerable, so beware of the cover door. But it's good to get to the seventh level, when the qigong can protect the acupoints of the whole body, and it can also be used to soften the twisting technique into a whole, and to the eighth level, the internal strength cultivation has reached the whole body without being injured by sharp weapons, regardless of whether the opponent's strike is strong or weak, all send out a fierce countershock, and the middle one is either dead or injured. ”

When Han Tong said this, a trace of amazement appeared on his originally smiling face, and Feng Mu asked, "Master Han, why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Han Tong immediately laughed and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered what happened before, and I just felt something." ”

"You got to this level before, did you use a countershock to shock others to death?"

Han Tong looked at Feng Mu with a complicated expression, and said: "The little master is really different from ordinary people, he can have such a transparent mind at such an age, a certain family hurt the most respected person because of this, forget it, don't mention it, it's all old things." ”

Feng Mu looked at him, nodded, and asked, "Then let's talk about the next few levels." ”

"If you reach the ninth level, throwing leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, even if you meet an opponent with stronger internal strength, you can't beat yourself into internal injuries, and the magic weapon can only cut the skin without damaging the muscles. When he reached the tenth level, his power began to return to the basics, and his internal strength was strong, easily breaking the sharp sword, and even spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, which could also constitute a killing injury like a dart. At the eleventh level, the muscles of the body are as hard as steel, soft as cotton wool, invulnerable, invulnerable, invulnerable, invulnerable, strong as wind and thunder, light as a feather, and galloping on the waves without falling. ”

Feng Mu sighed: "This kind of realm is already extraordinary, already half-human and half-immortal. ”

Han Tong let out a long sigh and said, "It is possible for these talented people to do it in the past, but the twelfth level has only been practiced by the peerless genius of the Bodhidharma Patriarch since the creation of the Golden Bell Jar. ”

"At that time, what will it look like?" Feng Mu asked curiously.

"At that time, the cover door disappeared completely, and he became King Kong's incorruptible body, and there was no need to use force at all in the face of any master. Bodhidharma patriarch let the masters of various sects punch and kick, slash and sword, fire and flood, sleep and food for 500 days, and even eat the intestinal poison, still safe and sound, the spirit is bright, this move caused a sensation in the world of martial arts, and then founded the Shaolin Temple, the power of the five lakes and the four seas, immortal, the golden bell cover of the great achievement. ”

Feng Mu was dumbfounded and said, "It's like listening to myths, I just hope that I will be less injured." ”

Han Tong smiled and said, "Little master, look." ”

As he spoke, he plucked a leaf, and threw it out, only to see a piece of the bark of a tree trunk cut off by the soft leaves. Feng Mu couldn't help but ask, "Master Han, have you broken through the ninth level?"

"A certain family is stupid and stupid, but he can still make up for his clumsiness, I believe that the little master will be able to cultivate the gods with practice. ”

Feng Mu looked at him, he had no confidence in his heart, and said: "Master Han, don't blindly praise me, I know that learning martial arts also requires attention to the opportunity of creation, if you can succeed by blindly practicing hard, then how can there be so many people in the world who die with hatred?"

Han Tong looked at Feng Mu and said, "The little master doesn't need to worry about this, with the means of the five of us, it is not difficult for the little master to become a peerless master in the martial arts." ”

"Okay, let's get to the practice. ”

"Then you have to be careful. ”

After Han Tong finished speaking, a rolling pin suddenly appeared from his sleeve, and suddenly heard a "card rub" sound, hitting Feng Mu's back hard.

Listening to Feng Mu's desolate shouts like killing pigs, the four people sitting and drinking tea in the west wing couldn't remain indifferent, Ye Xiaozheng was the first to speak: "I know that Lao Han usually hides a knife in his smile, and when it comes to a critical time, he is much more ruthless than me, a 'Thousand Slaughter Bloody Hand'. ”

Ding Yuanhao snorted coldly and said: "I won't teach him swordsmanship tomorrow, after this torture, I'm afraid the bones are out of place, so let's let Lao Mo use medicinal water to heal him first." ”

Ba Dongling, who was eating peanuts on the side, said coldly: "Heal the wounds, I'm afraid it's just to create new injuries?"

Mo Zi was also like an old monk, his eyes were closed, and he said: "There is a certain number in the underworld, and I can't wait to follow the sky." ”