Yuncheng sat in the wooden barrel that had slowly lost its temperature, feeling that the qi and blood in his body were completely replenished. Even in the process of struggling, the ancient style skills unknowingly broke through to the third level, allowing

Yuncheng felt refreshed for a while. He took a deep breath. He felt the turbid air before, and could feel the aroma of earth when he breathed in the tip of his nose. His hearing seemed to be much more sensitive than before.

Slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found that the master he had just worshiped yesterday had dozed off with a book. He jumped up from the barrel, jumped directly to the ground, and grabbed a white

I wiped the towel up and down casually, and hurriedly put on my clothes.

"What's there to be ashamed of? It's not like I haven't seen it before." The old man muttered without raising his eyelids.

Yun Cheng's cold face suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but he still bowed to Ouyang Yihua and said, "Thank you." It seemed like a word of thanks, but Yun Cheng said it was so pale.

Ouyang Yihua didn't mind. He put away the book, looked at Yuncheng carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, I have improved a lot." After saying that, he waved to Yuncheng and walked towards the attic of the bamboo house.

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Yuncheng frowned, glanced at the water that was no longer steaming, was stunned for a moment, and walked towards the attic feeling a little disgusted.

The furnishings in the attic are very simple, including a bookshelf, a wooden bed, and a wooden coffee table with a tea set on it. After a casual look, you can tell that it must be something from the past.

"Are you curious about yesterday's portrait? And the water in the wooden barrel, is it black? Does it feel disgusting?" The old man asked casually, as if he knew what Yun Cheng was thinking.

"It's really curious, but also quite disgusting." Yuncheng was very concise and to the point.

"Haha, what do you think that black water is? Those are the magazines you have accumulated over the years. Otherwise, how can you replenish your lost energy and blood?" The old man's voice was very disdainful, but his face remained calm.

"Is it the impurities in my body?" Yun Cheng opened his mouth in rare surprise, blinking his eyes in astonishment. He also had impurities in his body. This was the first time he heard this statement, and it felt a bit fanciful.

The old man smiled: "Of course it's on you. You are 16 years old this year, right? Think about the whole grains you have eaten in 2016, how many toxins have accumulated in your body? These things are very important to us martial arts practitioners.

A big disadvantage that fundamentally hinders the possibility of progress. And you are only 16 years old and you can wash a bucket of clear potion into black. How much will those who are older than you wash out? "

Yuncheng nodded when he heard this and agreed in his heart: "But people always have to eat, right?"

"This is natural." Ouyang Yihua smiled, recalling that he had asked his master so stupidly at the time, and he felt a little lost when he thought about it, "Your idea is wrong. I tell you that the toxins accumulated in the food you eat,

It's not that I don't want you to eat. It's just to let you understand why you are asked to take a medicated bath. You can ask the little guy Mukong. He took a medicated bath when he was a child, so he didn't eat much after that.

Obstacles, martial arts practitioners themselves can absorb this debris through their own consumption and excrete it out of the body through sweat, etc."

Yun Cheng finally understood: "So this medicinal bath is the first step for everyone who practices martial arts? If the toxins in the body are not removed, it will be difficult to make progress in the future?"

"That's what I mean." Ouyang Yihua nodded, "Mukong and the others started training when they were five or six years old, so there was not much of an obstacle at the beginning. As for you, although it can be seen that you have been exercising your body, but how much

You're a bit reckless, haven't you noticed that you feel a lot more relaxed after taking the medicated bath?"

Yuncheng nodded. He had discovered this just now. It turned out that this was the case. So, if he was unable to make progress in his previous life, was it because his muscles and bones were already set or because of too many impurities in his body?

"If we keep doing what we did before until we are in our 30s, will this medicinal bath still be useful?"

Ouyang Yihua took out yesterday's picture scroll and said in a very calm voice: "Do you think it is useful? People in their 30s have accumulated toxins. No matter how much they are washed, they can only maintain their health before they die of old age. They are thinking about their families.

Who? It’s not as easy as you think. You have to continue washing it tomorrow. I guess based on your situation, the potion won’t turn black in three days at most.”

"That's right." Yuncheng frowned and nodded. Indeed, he really wanted to try it on his family, but after hearing what Ouyang Yihua said, he might as well forget it. He couldn't bear to let his mother and sister dance.

Into such hot water.

"Well, that's it." The old man opened the scroll again, spread it out on the coffee table, and said to Yuncheng, "Sit down." His tone was so majestic that he could not refuse.

Ouyang Yihua looked at Yuncheng and his face became very serious: "Our conversation today must not be known to outsiders except you and me. This is the rule of our sect. Since you have accepted me as your teacher, I believe you should

It can be done."

Yuncheng looked at the old woman in the scroll coldly and nodded: "If it is a secret, I will keep it a secret myself."

"Well, I don't mean that you never tell him. If you accept a disciple in the future, you should still tell him this." The old man's voice was unhurried and he pointed at the scroll, "The woman in this scroll is the ancestor of this sect.

Master Xiaoyaozi, and our sect is called Xiaoyao Sect, and some people call us Xiaoyao Sect.”

"Xiaoyao Sect?" Yuncheng curled his lips, "There seems to be such a sect in a TV series."

Ouyang Yihua stared: "That's all nonsense. Our sect does exist. I don't know when the specific history dates back, but the founder of Wudang Sect was a registered disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect, including

Emei, which still exists today, was founded by one of his named disciples."

Yuncheng suddenly stood up in shock and looked at the old man in front of him carefully: "No way, the Wudang Sect was founded by a registered disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect?" Yuncheng's face changed drastically when he was shocked for the first time.

, this old man is not going crazy again, is he? This is too ridiculous, and it is completely inconsistent with my own knowledge. It is said that the founder of Wudang is Zhang Sanfeng. There is still a portrait of Zhang hanging on it, just yesterday.

That one is coming.

"This is what I meant by what I said before. All the leaders of the Wudang Sect know this matter, and the leaders of Emei also know it. It is recorded in their inner sect classics. But in today's society, these things cannot be taken away

It has been banned by the country for a long time, and they will not take it out casually. I will take you to Wudang later to see it for yourself."

Yuncheng was still a little surprised and he analyzed it, but he really didn't see that the old man was lying.

"We, Xiaoyao disciples, have always been a single lineage, with only one official disciple. That's why we have been able to continue after so many years. In fact, there are more. There are still sects that have been handed down with methods similar to ours, but they have all been lost in history.

.Even if there are still people now, they won't tell you." Ouyang Yihua's tone was very cold, but his words were clear and clear.

"Then the so-called flying over eaves and walls, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground didn't all exist in ancient times, right?" Yuncheng's voice was not loud, and his brows were raised, giving him the feeling that his three views had been ruined.

Ouyang Yihua twitched the corner of his mouth: "What nonsense? How can there be such a thing as flying in the sky and escaping from the earth? Do you think I am telling you a fairy tale? But this flying over the wall does exist, just like yesterday I appeared in front of you very quickly

, something similar to this still exists.”

Yuncheng nodded and breathed out a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, his three views were not ruined. It was reasonable for the flying over the wall to exist. Thinking that in his previous life, he could climb a tall building with a 90-degree right angle with his bare hands, this was still acceptable to him.

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"I say all this just to tell you that this world is not that simple, and you are my only disciple now. Our sect has an unwritten rule. No matter what, once you accept a disciple, it doesn't matter whether the disciple lives or dies in the future.

, we can no longer accept another disciple." Ouyang Yihua looked solemnly and looked at Yun Cheng very seriously, "So you kid, you have to protect your life, otherwise you will be a sinner of our sect, and you and I will be together.

Shame will follow.”

Yuncheng nodded speechlessly. He didn't know who wanted to accept him as a disciple. Now he started to threaten again. Why did this old man say it?

When Mukong came in, his heart was pounding.

"Then there are people in Wudang who know about you, and what about Emei?" Yuncheng thought for a moment and asked again, "Then what about Shaolin Temple?"

Ouyang Yihua laughed twice, and his old face smiled even more like a chrysanthemum: "They don't know. Didn't I tell you just now that our identities cannot be known to outsiders. But they know that we exist. I can't explain this clearly.

.As for the Shaolin Temple, they are all monks and have no business with the sect."

"Are you curious why you were asked to join Wudang yesterday, right?" Ouyang Yihua chuckled, "Have you forgotten what I told you, master, you can worship as you please, as long as you don't betray your faith. Our sect aims to be free and easy.

"Two words, don't interfere with these. As for Wudang, this can be regarded as an opportunity for me, master. Furthermore, with the identity of Wudang as a cover, who knows that we are disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Yuncheng hummed, and gave a rare forced smile on his cold face. It turns out that he is a thief who never died, and he has many evil intentions.

"So, you want me to use this identity to hide it?" Yuncheng frowned, "Wouldn't it be seen through by others? Isn't it said that every sect has its own unique skills?"

The old man nodded appreciatively: "Well, this must be there. As for whether you can see it or not, let's not talk about this issue for now. You will know it later." Ouyang Yihua packed up the scroll and said, "Let's go, let's go.

Let me take a look at your basics. Your medicinal bath is not finished yet. Today I will give you some pointers on Wudang."

Yuncheng's half-closed eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt a little excited. In his previous life, he practiced martial arts in the army, and the few he met were only half-skilled, and most of them were guided by him. In this life, there are actually such people
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