The true qi of the three halals, as the old master said, is gentle and strong.

The inner breath of the Void Divine Skill, as the old master said, is domineering and rebellious.

Like a majestic scribe and a wild and uninhibited martial artist, the two cannot get along, and when they go hand in hand, disputes arise. However, the breath was already born, and both of them sank into the dantian, which made Fang Yin helpless, or a headache, because they couldn't separate them, they couldn't enter the meridians, they couldn't disperse their bodies, and they couldn't use it at all. Time is short, but it has been a hard time, a force can not help but urge it, too late to shoot and reluctantly suppressed, it is really like a waste person, not as ordinary people.

And the old master passed on his exercises, which happened to solve this problem.

In the nameless exercises, he is peaceful and indifferent, just like an old man who is content with the destiny of heaven, and he is open-minded and tolerant, and he is like a wise man, who teaches him not to transform it, and guides him not to teach him. After only ten days of cultivation, Fang Yin's internal strength was exhausted to restore the old view, and the breath finally had to travel in the meridians and acupoints again, and there were many indescribable things. Fang Yin also roughly understood the truth in the meantime, and asked the old master, and the old master nodded.

The old master's exercises originated from the Taoist Buddhist scriptures, and also had the heroic spirit of Confucian cultivation, and the old master chose them for his own use, not to get the essence of the essence, but to take the simplest and most suitable method for himself. The exercises are nameless, and the old master is also indescribable, but in the end, the orthodox ancient law of the predecessors is effective, and the qi nourishes the dantian, transports away the meridians, penetrates the Zhou Tian, and reaches the realm of heaven and earth and the unity of heaven and man.

It is similar to the Three Halals, so it can be paralleled and solve one of them.

And all the laws are finally one law, and the Void and Spiritual Skill will be cultivated differently, and it will go straight through the heaven and the earth in a unique way, which is actually nothing more than the realm of the unity of heaven and man, the Tao. The two say that they are at odds with each other, and what they seek is just a "reach" word, and they do not conspire with each other just because of disagreement. In terms of the breath of the exercises, the qi of emptiness and darkness does not go through the meridians and does not go to the acupoints, if it is forced to be held together with the qi of the three purities, it is like a torrent flowing into a stream, and like a wild horse stepping on a canal, it is not tolerated, and it will not be done.

In contrast, the veins are not stronger than the body, and the strong inheritance is like a knife and an axe, and the pain is unbearable. And vice versa, if you use the qi to penetrate the whole body to reach the heaven and the earth, and regardless of whether the exercise is successful or not, these three clear qi alone are mixed with it, just like a blunt axe splitting wood, and like a boat sinking into anchor, dragging mud with water and sharpness, and breaking it freely like thunder devouring electric shock, stiff and numb.

The old master's method is very simple, that is, let the Taoist priest still go through the meridians and acupoints of the inner breath that is immersed in the dantian, and use the internal breath of his own exercises as support. For example, the breath travels in the meridians just like the path that runs all over the water on the island of the chain, Fang Yin is like the qi of the three clears, and the long sword is like the qi of the void. And the nameless qi is like the old master, isolating all the dangers from this person's sword, no matter whether Fang Yin's sword is out or not, as long as he wants to go, he will go all the way.

The sword is a fierce soldier, with its own sheath, the flood is raging, the stream has its own stream, and the donkey is stubborn, with the reins on it. Since then, the three kinds of inner breaths have been paralleled, and when Fang Yin practiced the gong again, just like in the past, he practiced the Three Pure Truths, and there was a little more killing and decisive intent in the benevolence and strength, and there was also a touch of the artistic conception of peace under the wings.

It's done! It's done! Fang Yin was overjoyed.

It is said that it is martial arts, but it is not full of martial arts, it is because of the chagrin after the loss, and it is only because of the preciousness of possession that I understand the preciousness of ownership.

Although generally low, it is often ignored.

On the tenth day of the practice, in the evening, the inner breath finally flowed smoothly through the meridians and acupuncture points again, without a trace of pain.

So after being bitten on the finger by Lao Wang Ba, Daoist Fang was still very happy.

However, after losing and regaining, it is joy and sorrow.

That night, after Daoist Fang Meimei finished eating a meal of steamed fish, the old master was sitting with a book, and suddenly said: "You can go, you will leave tomorrow morning." Daoist Fang didn't take it seriously, Daoist Fang smiled and said: "I'm not leaving, I haven't eaten enough of this fish!" The old master said lightly: "If you want to eat fish, then stay here by yourself, and I will leave tomorrow morning." Before he could change his mind, Fang Yin blurted out a sentence: "Where you go, I will go too!"

Yes, after getting along with the river for more than a month, Fang Yin has already developed a deep relationship with this old man in his heart, admiring and admiring himself, and there is a kind of grandson-like family affection in it. Yes, he was leaving, at that time the old master lowered his head and did not speak, Fang Yin already understood. But Fang Yin was reluctant, Fang Yin wanted to follow him, wherever he went, Fang Yin went, Fang Yin was already alone, and since then he has followed him to walk the world and fight swords, isn't it just right?

Wouldn't it be a pleasure!

Daoist Fang thought so, but the old master couldn't help him, and for a while, the old master put down the scroll, smiled and said: "I don't know where I'm going, what are you doing with me?" It doesn't matter where he goes, Fang Yin just needs to follow him, Fang Yin has a thousand reasons to follow him, but Fang Yin didn't say a single one!

"Not good, not good. The old master shook his head, and the old master was laughing: "You have your way to go, I have my way to go, as long as you have this distraction, it's fine." Fang Yin bowed his head gloomily for a long time, and sobbed: "Uncle Kong, Fang Yin has nowhere to go, you should pity and pity Fang Yin, okay?

"Alright, alright. The old master sighed, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The little ghost pretends to be pitiful again, Uncle Kong doesn't eat you, heh!" Heh means, that is, Daoist Fang cried, Daoist Fang's tears flowed down in two lines, and he cried when he said crying: "Uncle Kong, Fang Yin is not pretending, not whining-" Yes, Fang Yin is not pretending, he said a lot of sincere words, and Daoist Fang was not moved by the old master: "Uncle Kong, Uncle Kong, I don't want you to go, I don't want you to go, woo, wow-"

It was a wah-wah cry, tears flooding like a river and uncontrollable, seeing that the grief was completely unbearable. The old master sighed, and touched his head again: "Don't cry, don't cry, hey, you kid!" Yes, yes, Fang Yin is a child, only in front of him can Fang Yin find that familiar and cordial feeling, and that is a distant memory of childhood, that is a kind of accumulation of years, the smell of sweat and soil.

The furrows on the face, the rough hands, the hunched spine and the warm embrace would generally appear with that smell when Fang Yin woke up in his dreams, often rising at the bottom of the heart lake and could not be dissipated for a long time. Fang Yin has grown up, he has aged, if Fang Yin has a grandfather and grandfather in the world, he will be like him, he is generally old, he loves Fang Yin in general, and he also spoils Fang Yin like this, and he is used to accommodating Fang Yin and does not ask for anything in return-

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry, you sit down first, and listen to me-" The old master's tone was still very soft, and the old master still smiled kindly, but he had his own majesty, and he could not be argued. It is irretrievable, the old master is as kind as an old man, and as stubborn as an old man. The old master would still leave Fang Yin, and it was useless for Fang Yin to cry, so he had to sit down obediently, sobbing softly, and listening.

Fang Yin knew that on the night before parting, the old master would not gossip nonsense.

Listen and remember.

Unexpectedly, what the old master said was just reading, from beginning to end.

It's a night.

The old master said that the ancients traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of books, which is not an empty talk, a big talk, nor an attitude or an artistic conception, it is something that needs to be done in a real way. The old master said that the book is the crystallization of the wisdom of the sages, is the key to understanding the righteousness, and all those who have achieved great things throughout the ages are inseparable from books in the world. The old master said that you should read more, but don't read hard and die, you must learn to see with your eyes and read with your heart.

The old book says that reading history can be wise and knowledgeable, poetry can be pleasant and cleanse, Buddhism and Taoism can be seen in the true sense, and the words of sages can awaken themselves. The old master said that one of the things in the story is as broad as the sea and as deep as the abyss, and it cannot be exhausted by manpower, and there is no need to exhaust it. The old master said that the ancients believed in books as well as no books, which is true, for example, Zi said that there must be my teacher in a threesome line, which is right, for example, Zi said that he was sensitive and studious, and he was not ashamed to ask and said that it was wrong.

The old master said that I am one of heaven and earth, one of people, and all things in heaven and earth can be my teacher, and I can also be a teacher of heaven, earth and man. The old master said that when it comes to learning, those who are the first to reach the top are not divided into upper and lower, and without asking for advice, he divided people into three, six, nine and so on, and lost a normal heart, and asked in vain. The old master said that you should take the book as a reference, cultivate yourself and be determined, and you will become a great tool in the future. The old master said I know that you are anxious to succeed in martial arts, and do benevolent chivalrous deeds to be that heroic hero, but I don't talk about martial arts, only you can do it with the word "human", and there is nothing that you can't practice martial arts.

The old master said that appreciating the beauty of words is like the opportunity to comprehend all things in heaven and earth.

-- It is silent, silent, but if you say that the mountains are flowing water, but if you say that the mountains are shouting and the tsunami is called, but if you say that the bamboo forest listens to the waves but if you say that the autumn insects are singing and the moon are singing, you can hear it. When it is big, it is deafening, and when it is small, it is like the wind, it is a word, and it is the heart that moves. If it is said that the heart is like stopping water, if it is said that love is stronger than gold, if it is said that the pain of the skin is said to be cold to the bones, it can be heard, it can also be seen, it can even feel and touch, it is the most strange thing in the world, which is often ignored by people, but it is everywhere, inseparable from it, less and less.

-- The 10,000 words are omitted here.

The love of the old master's life is books, because on the night before parting, he said books, books, just books. The old master said a lot of words, Fang Yin was listening and remembering with his heart, but most of them couldn't remember it by listening to it. Fang Yin was very helpless, Fang Yin knew that what he said was not nonsense but useful words, Fang Yin wanted to write it down. The old master smiled and said that this is a good memory is better than a bad pen, which is also one of the wonders of words.

The history of the name, the eternal fragrance, the romantic characters in the blink of an eye, the rare treasures turned into dust, only the words can be circulated, ancient and long, and often new. Fang Yin couldn't remember, Fang Yin was very helpless, but Fang Yin could still understand the meaning of the old master's words. The old master said that there was actually only one meaning when he said these words, that is, he wanted Fang Yin to read more books. Fang Yin listened to him, Fang Yin understood, Fang Yin would go to see, surely, the old master had good intentions.

It's almost dawn.