The next day, after Ling Hu Heng slowly withdrew from the state of cultivation, he felt comfortable all over his body, which was more refreshing than eating the elixir. It may be that this feeling makes him reluctant to leave the Ancient Sword Sect, and Ling Hu Heng himself can't tell what attracts him, so that he always maintains the habit of cultivating every day. Shaking his head, Ling Huheng smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "Why do you want to do so much!"

The candles in the house had burned out overnight, leaving only a puddle of wax on the candlestick. Ling Hu Heng looked at the candlestick with blank eyes, but his mind was thinking about the sword diagram he had just comprehended, he found that this sword diagram was really broad and profound, and one move and one style were natural, if it weren't for the coincidence, I was afraid that Ling Hu Heng would never have thought of such a subtle move in his life. But the more you delve into it, the more you get stuck in it, and you can't extricate yourself. Fortunately, Ling Hu Heng is resolute enough, and he is also very self-aware, knowing that his skills are low, and he has not even been able to practice the Linfeng Imperial Sword Technique given to him by the silent Taoist.

After Ling Huheng regained his thoughts, he stood up, pushed open the door of the hut, and walked out of the hut. Unexpectedly, after thinking about the sword diagram like this, the time turned out to be almost noon! If it was usual, Wu Zhen would already be walking on the road with a rice basket. But today, it is a critical period for Wu Zhen to impact the Yuan Infant Period, and it is impossible to send food to Ling Hu Heng anymore, thinking of this, Ling Hu Heng's heart is lost for a while, and he is more worried about whether Wu Zhen can cross the catastrophe. After praying silently in his heart, Ling Huheng slowly walked back to the hut, took out the dry food left by Wu Zhen last night and ate it with water, which was considered a meal.

After feeling full, Ling Huheng patted his stomach and stood up satisfied. Suddenly, he thought that there were two tall and short old men on the cliff, and he hadn't seen anyone help them deliver food, people were iron rice and steel, how could they do without eating! Thinking of this, Ling Huheng put all the remaining dry food into the rice basket, then took the pot of water, lifted the "Biyue" fairy sword, and walked out of the thatched house.

I saw Ling Hu Heng pinching the sword trick in his hand, and the "Biyue" fairy sword flew towards the cliff with Ling Hu Heng, just in a blink of an eye, Ling Hu Heng had already flown over the cliff with the sword, he looked down and found that the tall and short old men were all doing the same thing - cross-legged into the meditation, but they didn't know what kind of mental method they were cultivating. Ling Hu Heng didn't want to disturb, but he just urged the sword technique to slowly land on the cliff. Before he could stop, the short old man spoke: "Boy, are you here?" Ling Hu Heng looked at the short old man, only to see that he had already opened his eyes, and he winked at him, showing off the appearance of an old naughty boy.

After Ling Huheng put away the "Biyue" fairy sword, he said, "Have you disturbed the seniors? ”

Hearing the word "rice", the short old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he jumped up and snatched the rice basket in Ling Huheng's hand, lifted the lid and took a look, and said with a bitter face: "How is it dry food!"

Ling Huheng scratched the back of his head and said, "My senior brother has crossed the Yuan Infant robbery, and it is estimated that he will not be able to deliver food to me for a few days, so the seniors will just take it! When my senior brother comes to deliver food again, I will ask him to prepare more food next time." ”

The short old man said happily: "That's good, haha, I really didn't see the wrong person, you kid is quite conscientious!" As he spoke, he picked up a piece of dry food, took a bite, and said inarticulately: "I haven't eaten for many years, and the dry food is not bad, let's talk about it after eating!"

Ling Huheng was shocked when he heard "I haven't eaten for many years", and he stopped talking. At this time, the dwarf old man choked on his throat and coughed desperately because he had eaten too much and the dry food was dry and coarse. Ling Huheng hurriedly opened the kettle and handed it to the short old man, the short old man couldn't help but say, and a pot of water gurgled and drank wildly. After the dwarf old man finished drinking, Ling Huheng said, "Seniors don't need to eat so urgently!"

The short old man wiped his mouth, returned the kettle to Ling Hu Heng, and said, "Do you kid want to know why I can live without eating for so many years?" Ling Hu Heng couldn't hide it, so he had to nod. The short old man said proudly: "This is the reason why we have cultivated the 'Bigu' divine skill!"

Ling Hu Heng was stunned, and almost didn't laugh out loud: "'Ass' magic skill?"

The short old man blushed and said, "What 'ass', it's 'Bigu', no culture!"

Ling Hu Heng remembered that he had read about "Bigu" in the book, "Don't eat grains, suck wind and drink dew" is the best explanation for Bigu, which is a rare way to cultivate, but he didn't expect that there is really such a miraculous skill.

The short old man continued: "I didn't expect that I hadn't eaten for so long, and when I ate it, it was dry food, I'm really sorry for my stomach!" As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Ling Hu Heng, making Ling Hu Heng intuitively feel a danger coming towards him, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Sure enough, the short old man said, "Boy, do you want to learn this 'Bigu' magic skill?"

Ling Hu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The kid hasn't even learned the 'Haoran Righteous Qi Technique' well, how dare he expect other mastery skills!"

The short old man patted Ling Huheng's arm and said, "You kid is very good, then I'll teach you a set of boxing techniques!"

The disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect are all amazing in swordsmanship, but their fists and feet are very mediocre, and Ling Hu Heng is also very big about it. Hearing that the short old man was willing to teach him boxing, Ling Hu Heng was naturally overjoyed, after all, as a short old man, the boxing he taught would not be bad. Ling Hu Heng reacted very quickly, and immediately said: "That kid is disrespectful!"

The short old man laughed and continued: "It's okay to teach you boxing, it's just that I haven't eaten enough just now."

Ling Hu Heng was extremely smart, and immediately took over the words and said, "That kid is going to find some food to honor his seniors!" Just wanted to fly with the sword, but was pulled by the short old man, Ling Hu Heng looked at the short old man with some puzzlement.

The short old man blushed rarely, and said, "Don't worry, don't worry! Boy, listen to me." I've already eaten all the delicacies in the world, and I'm not interested in eating them anymore. But there is one that I still remember. ”

Hearing the short old man say this, Ling Huheng's curiosity was also aroused, and he asked, "I don't know what kind of food it is?"

The short old man motioned for Linghu Heng to lower his body, and whispered in his ear: "In our ancient sword sect, there is a waterfall, and there is a deep pool under the waterfall, called Yaolu Pond, according to legend, a female elder who does not know how many generations brought back three drops of jade dew from the Yao Pond and poured them into the pool, so that the water in the pool is crystal clear, and the water quality is incredibly sweet! Not only that, but the fish in the pool are also unusually fat, and it is a rare delicacy in the world! I was fortunate enough to taste it once forty years ago, and the meat is smooth, smooth and refreshing, and it is still unforgettable!" The old man said, his eyes almost glowing, like a hungry wolf.

However, Ling Hu Heng has not eaten meat for five or six years, the green bamboo forest is full of vegetarian vegetables, although there is a lot of game in the entire Gujian Mountain, but Ling Hu Heng has never been out of the green bamboo forest several times, so naturally he can't get meat to eat. Hearing what the short old man said, Ling Hu Heng also moved his index finger, and he couldn't wait to catch a fish to heal his stomach now: "I don't know where the waterfall is?"

The short old man said: "It is more than five miles to the southeast, and the mountain is dangerous. After a pause, he continued to whisper: "If you can catch a fish, I will teach you my self-created 'Demon Slayer Clutche'!"

Under the double temptation of the short old man, even if Ling Hu Heng was unwilling, he became defenseless, not to mention that he had long been eager to eat meat, and learning boxing was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could Ling Hu Heng give up!

When Ling Huheng was far away, the short old man laughed and said, "This kid is really cute!"

At this time, the old man who had not spoken spoke all this time spoke: "Senior brother, where did you tell him to go?"

The short old man couldn't hide his smile and nodded. The old man said: "You almost left your life there in order to steal the mandarin fish in Yaolu Pond, and you still asked that kid to die?"

The short old man said: "The Yaolu Pavilion lineage will not really poison him, after all, everyone is a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, even if that kid misses, his life will not be in danger." Besides, if I hadn't taken the risk back then, you and I would have been able to eat the most delicious Yaolutan mandarin fish in the world, and then we would be tired of all the delicacies in the world, otherwise how could we have cultivated this 'Bigu' miracle!"

When the old man listened, he stopped talking. After a long time, he spoke, "Where are you going to 'slay the devil'?"

The short old man smiled smugly: "Using the palm to destroy the demon is naturally 'destroying the demon'!"

The old man was taken aback and said, "You don't want to teach this kid the 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm', have you forgotten what Master said back then!"

The short old man looked straight and said: "Senior brother, don't be pedantic anymore, if this 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm' is not passed on to others, it will really be lost! In the battle with the Demon Gate back then, the masters of our generation were killed and wounded, if it wasn't for the master desperately protecting us, we would have gone to see the Sanqing Ancestor a long time ago! If the Demon Gate had another turmoil, then the Ancient Sword Sect might have withered even more! Senior brother, do you say to abide by the master's teachings, or let the sect be lost?"

The old man was silent for a long time before he said, "Then you can pass on his 'Demon Slayer Clutches'!"

The short old man smiled, but stopped talking.

It is said that Ling Hu Heng flew all the way to the sword, this is the first time he has cultivated the sword technique for such a long distance, looking at the light red shield formed by the rapid friction of the air around him, Hu Heng's heart suddenly rose with a feeling of freedom. Looking at the shrunken scenery below, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

But the good times don't last long, and five miles of land is just a blink of an eye for those who can resist the sword. Because Ling Huheng didn't know the location, he lowered his speed and searched all the way. Not long after, there was a roar of water in his ears, which made Hu Heng know that the waterfall was close to the left. Flying closer, Ling Hu Heng saw a hanging river-like waterfall with his extraordinary eyesight.

What a waterfall! I saw that the water was like a wild horse on the loose, surging and roaring, like thunder, rushing and churning, falling from top to bottom into a deep pool below, the water vapor was cloudy, and the pearls splashed in all directions. In the deep pool, a few big fish can be faintly seen leisurely, presumably this is the Yaolu Lake that Ling Huheng is looking for.

Linghu Heng was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly flew away with the sword, and when he reached the sky above Yaolu Pond, he just wanted to urge a resolute landing, when a coquettish voice came from behind: "Stop, who are you, why did the sword come to Yaolu Pavilion?"