"Two seniors, junior brother, it's time to eat!" Ling Hu Hengzheng was fascinated by practice, and he didn't notice that Wu Zhen had already come up with a rice basket and a sword. When the old man heard the word "rice", he jumped up to Wu Zhen and asked, "Silly boy, what kind of dishes have you cooked?" If it's delicious, I'll reward you well." ”

Wu Zhen smiled innocently and said, "It's just some fried bamboo shoots with fungus, some cabbage grown by myself, and shallots made from freshly ground tofu." The seniors are already very happy to eat the dishes I cooked, how dare I expect the rewards of the seniors?"

The short old man couldn't bear it anymore, opened the rice basket, took out the bamboo tube rice, and ate a few side dishes. Hearing Wu Zhen say this, the short old man was a little displeased, and said vaguely: "What I want to give out, no one dares not to accept it, no, you have to accept it!"

Where had Wu Zhen seen such a strange-tempered senior, just as he was joking, he casually agreed: "Yes, yes, senior, you can be happy." After speaking, he looked at Ling Huheng again, still palm after palm there, tirelessly playing the palm technique, and couldn't help but say: "Senior brother, don't you come to eat? The food is cold." But at this moment, Ling Huheng had long been immersed in the obsession with the palm technique, and no one could listen to him, and Wu Zhen's voice was not very loud, so he naturally ignored it.

The short old man swallowed his mouthful full of food with difficulty, and said, "Silly boy, you can't call him like that, look at me!" After a slight sigh of anger, he used the "Mindsetting Mantra" and said, "Boy, it's getting dark, aren't you tired? Come and eat!"

As soon as the "centering mantra" entered his ears, Ling Hu Heng woke up suddenly, only then did he notice that it was already dark, and Wu Zhen had already brought food. Ling Huheng embarrassedly put away his fists and kicks, and said, "Senior, I'm too obsessed with fighting. ”

The short old man stuffed his mouth full of food again, and said vaguely: "It's okay, come over and eat, this stupid boy's cooking is really good! Senior brother, do you want to have some?" The latter sentence was said to the old man. The tall old man looked at the short old man helplessly and shook his head.

The short old man had obviously guessed the old man's movements, so he didn't care about him, and filled his stomach by himself.

After a while, a few side dishes and three bamboo tubes of rice entered the stomachs of the short old man and Ling Huheng, the short old man put down the bamboo tube, burped with satisfaction, and said: "I'm so happy to be able to eat so much today! Silly boy, I have to thank you so much, let me think about what to give you?" After speaking, he tilted his head and remembered.

Wu Zhen was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the side, and he didn't pay attention to what the short old man seemed to be talking to himself. After cleaning up, Wu Zhen said: "Two seniors, junior brother, then I'll go back first, otherwise the master will be in a hurry." ”

At this moment, the short old man patted his head and said, "There is, there is!"

Ling Hu Heng was puzzled and asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

The old man laughed and said, "I know what to give to this stupid boy!"

Wu Zhen waved his hand again and again, and said: "The seniors can't help it, the juniors just sent two meals, where do you need the rewards of the seniors?"

The short old man's eyes lit up, and he saw that Wu Zhen was covered in goosebumps. I only heard the short old man say: "What I want to give, no one has ever refused, so silly boy, you have accepted my gift! In the future, it is too late for you to thank me!"

Ling Huheng was even more enthusiastic than himself, and said: "Senior, I know that you are the best, what are you going to give the big guy?"

The short old man said proudly: "Just like you, pass on a set of palm techniques to him!"

When Wu Zhen heard this, he was also surprised, and asked in a daze, "Palm method?"

The short old man said: "Our ancient sword sect, others only say that the swordsmanship is powerful, but no one can afford our fists and feet, thinking that it is not enough, our senior brothers and sisters have worked hard for the past forty years, thinking of a set of palm techniques, wanting to make up for the shortcomings, and it happened to be completed a while ago, but they have never taught anyone." If you learn it, stupid boy, won't the entire Ancient Sword Sect be able to learn it?"

Ling Hu Heng asked puzzledly, "Why don't you teach the 'Demon Slayer Clutch' to the big guys?"

The short old man glanced at Ling Huheng and said, "Do you think everyone is a freak like you? This 'Demon Slayer Clutch' cultivation is not easy, it takes too many disciples with good roots and talents to practice, otherwise where will it be your turn? And this set of boxing techniques is different, if the big man can learn it, it means that the entire Ancient Sword Sect can learn it." Silly boy, for the sake of the entire Ancient Sword Sect, you shouldn't refuse, right?"

Ling Hu Heng looked at the difference between sects very lightly and was very unimpressed. But Wu Zhen is different, his education is very orthodox, everything must be based on the sect first, so when he hears that he can benefit the sect, even if it is a difficult thing, he will do it, not to mention that this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, so he naturally agrees.

The short old man had long expected that if he pressed the future of the sect, Wu Zhen would definitely agree, he couldn't help but stroke his beard proudly, and said: "It's getting late today, it's not appropriate to teach boxing, silly boy, you come back tomorrow to learn." ”

Wu Zhen was still a little embarrassed, and said, "But Master's ......"

The old man said: "Your master, then don't worry, take this, just say that I want to teach you boxing and kicking, presumably the silent master and nephew have nothing to say." As he spoke, he took out a Lingpai, Wu Zhen took it and took a closer look, this Lingpai is quite simple, the front depicts the scenery of Gujian Mountain, and the back is the three words "Gujian Ling" carved in the seal script.

Without any worries, Wu Zhen naturally agreed to it, and then took the rice basket and returned to the green bamboo forest with his sword.

After Wu Zhen left, Ling Hu Heng also said goodbye and went down the cliff, still thinking about the "Demon Destroying Palm" he had just learned, but it was actually the "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Palm", one of the ancient sword sect's peerless schools.

The next day, Wu Zhen really came over with breakfast very early and asked the short old man for advice, the short old man liked to have someone talk to him the most, and at the same time, the professor Ling Huheng and Wu Zhen were not tired, and they enjoyed it. To the surprise of the short old man, don't look at Wu Zhen's somewhat dumbfounded, honest and deceitful appearance, when he comprehended it, he was not inferior to any disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. In fact, this has a lot to do with the teaching method of the old Taoist, since the first sentence of teaching "Haoran Righteous Qi Technique", whether it is Wu Zhen or Ling Huheng, they have to think about the meaning by themselves, completely relying on their own exploration. This makes them develop the habit of learning anything, whether it is fists and feet or swordsmanship, they have to think before and after, and scrutinize again and again before they can be considered proficient.

After the short old man understood the reason, he couldn't help but sigh with the tall old man that the method of saying that people are unique, and they have created two simple and good materials.

One day a few months later, Wu Zhen finally practiced the "backing palm" taught by the short old man to perfection, and he was completely able to stand on his own, and the short old man allowed Wu Zhen to deliver food twice a day like before. To be honest, this "backer" is really not a masterpiece, but it is easy to understand and practical, which is enough to make up for the defects of the ancient sword school's strong swordsmanship and no fists and feet.

And Ling Hu Heng is still cultivating the "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Fist", after all, this is known as one of the peerless schools of the Ancient Sword Sect, and it is also a peerless school that can be ranked in the immortal cultivation world, where can it be achieved overnight? Kankan has practiced for more than a year, and Ling Hu Heng has mastered the true taste of two or three of them, but it is not satisfactory.

Fortunately, even if Ling Hu Heng is cultivating the palm method, the cultivation of spiritual power has not fallen, even if the pair of innate different pupils have taken two-thirds of the spiritual power that Ling Hu Heng has worked so hard to cultivate, but the speed of Ling Hu Heng's spiritual power accumulation is really not slow, just entered the late stage of alchemy for more than a year, he has hit a bottleneck, and it is not far to be promoted to the Yuan infant stage.

After noon that day, Ling Hu Heng was meditating and cultivating in the hut, when suddenly the little Dan in the dantian suddenly began to spin, gathering the aura around the entire cliff. Ling Hu Heng knew that something was wrong, and said secretly: "Is it going to be promoted to Yuanying? Why does that golden pill turn so fast?"

didn't have time to think about it, Ling Hu Heng had already used his whole body's spiritual power to protect the main meridians, after all, it was the first time for him to cross the Yuan Infant Tribulation, he didn't have the slightest experience, the old Taoist priest didn't give him any guidance, and the short old man and the tall old man didn't care much about his cultivation progress, so that Ling Hu Heng didn't have the slightest understanding of the Yuan Infant Tribulation. It is estimated that the old Taoist priest did not expect that Ling Huheng would cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage so quickly!

Ling Huheng had already heard that in the realm after the Yuan Infant, there was not only a demon in the heart when crossing the tribulation, but also inevitably accompanied by the thunder tribulation, the size of the thunder tribulation could also distinguish the cultivation potential of each person, the greater the potential, the greater the thunder tribulation, and among them, there was a kind of ninety-nine heavenly thunder, which was the most perverted in the thunder tribulation, and generally encountered its tribulation people, and there was almost no way to resist. However, those who can encounter the ninety-nine heavenly thunder must be freaks of cultivation, and it seems that God is also jealous of talents, and does not let this kind of person go through the calamity.

But once the thunder tribulation is overcome, the strength of the person who crosses the tribulation will definitely increase, but it is also an indisputable fact. And this thunder tribulation can only be crossed by itself, if someone helps, the thunder tribulation will automatically according to that person's cultivation, and once again land with geometric doubling power, not only the person who crosses the tribulation will not be spared, but the person who helps will also be punished by heaven. This is probably the majesty of the sky, and there is an invisible hand in the dark that controls the balance of the immortal cultivation world.

If someone watched outside, they would definitely be frightened: thousands of spiritual qi gathered quickly towards the thatched hut, so that Hu Heng knew that something was wrong, if the heavenly thunder fell, wouldn't it destroy the thatched hut? Thinking of this, Ling Hu Heng immediately pushed the door out, sat cross-legged in the wilderness, and waited for the arrival of the heavenly thunder.

On the cliff, the two old men also felt something, and at the same time raised their eyes to see: in the heavenly dome, the dark clouds were gathering, and there was a faint flash of lightning in the clouds, and a heavenly power oppressed down, even the tall and short old men who had cultivated to the Mahayana period felt very uncomfortable.

The tall and short old men glanced at each other, and they both saw the incredulity in each other's eyes. The short old man spoke: "This kid, cultivation is too fast, isn't it? The alchemy period has not yet reached three years before he was promoted to Yuanying, I think it will take me more than four years to reach the same realm, this kid, it is really speechless!"

The old man also spoke: "This kid has a strong understanding, among the people I have seen, he is enough to occupy the top three!"

The short old man smiled: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you praise anyone like this!"

The old man glanced at him and said, "I'm just telling the truth. ”

Suddenly, the lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and a bucket-thick thunderbolt slashed down, and the sound was very terrifying. The dwarf old man exclaimed, "This kid ...... so thick!"

The old man also stood up in a daze, looking at Ling Huheng, who had already laid a spiritual power barrier below, and the thoughts in his heart were rolling......

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