Wang An took out his cell phone and opened the Tai Chi communication group.

"I would like to ask, is it feasible to practice under the waterfall, and Yang Guo practices in the mountain torrents and waves in reality?"

This sentence was like a big stone thrown down from the peaceful pool. With a thud, the calm group instantly made the fun.

A serious person: "I'll go, vulgar, have you practiced your skills to such a high level? Are you ready to develop in the direction of fantasy?"

The wind blew: "@Suzi, are you serious about this question? I remember that you asked the question of Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Spirit more than a month ago. Don't tell me that you have already practiced Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Spirit. Is the gap between people so big?

I'm still familiar with routines and practicing walking. Good guy, are you going to fly into the sky now?"

Shuoshuiliu: "I was wrong. There are experts among you here!"

Wang An: "I'm just asking casually, don't you have to react so much, right?"

Serious person: "According to relevant statistics, most of the words said under the guise of casual questions are thoughtful and said after careful consideration."

The strong wind blew: "So, I'm very curious, how high are your skills, and how many floors are that high?"

Serious person: "Same question."

Water cut: "1"

Alas, Wang An sighed helplessly and shook his head.

In the Yanzhao land, in an old house, a young man stood in the attic and looked at the cell phone in his hand.

"Why did you really practice the legendary tiger, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard, leopard

He was smart since childhood, valued by the elders in the family, and was trained with all his strength. He is also a famous late-stage show in this small circle where he is. Although he is humble on the surface, he is very arrogant in his heart.

That day he met Wang An. He never thought that there would be such outstanding young people in Hu'an. Through these few exchanges, he found that he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the other party.

What level has he reached now and what level can he finally reach?

Yan Muyun looked down at her phone, wanting to say something but didn't know what to say.

He has never tried practicing in the water, let alone waterfalls, mountain torrents, and waves. What can he practice in there?

News in the group kept jumping out.

A serious person: "@小子, are you still accepting disciples? I have such a friend who has a good family background, is talented, can speak wisely, and likes kung fu. He likes Tai Chi or Xingyiquan. He wants to find a famous teacher to give advice now."

The wind blew: "Is the friend you mentioned me?"

Shuoshuiliu: "Pay attention to your posture, and those who practice martial arts should be proud!"

The strong wind blew: "Well, my senior brother's posture deserves your name."

......

"Forget it, these people probably won't give any unique insights anymore, I have to think about it myself." Wang An sighed helplessly.

After a night of sleep, he went to the waterfall again the next morning and came to the bottom of the waterfall again, feeling the impact of the water flow.

Well, he began to practice the thunder sound of tiger and leopard under this waterfall. When his body was trembling, it kept receiving the impact of the water flow, which easily disrupted his rhythm.

In order to ensure that the body's qi and blood can resist the chill of spring water, he practiced the tiger and leopard thunder sound for a while and began to practice palm techniques under the waterfall. He practiced Vajra Zen Palm, Vajra Puffing Eucalyptus, and Vajra Pushing Mountain.

When the palm falls on the water flow, the impact of the water flow will more or less affect the force.

When my body started to move, my qi and blood surged, and the running water that fell on my body was not so cold.

This time, he stayed in the water for more than an hour and felt tired after coming out.

[You practice under the waterfall, Vajra Zen Palm 10, Xingyiquan 5.]

After leaving the waterfall, Wang An practiced two five-animal show beside him, and then went down the mountain.

I found a restaurant and ate a lot, but the boss kept looking at him.

"Young man, your appetite is not average. Are you afraid of losing your stomach after eating so much?"

"It's okay, I'm less than five percent full." Wang An said with a smile.

"Good guy, you have eaten the meals of five people and are less than five points full." The boss said he was joking with him here.

Wang An didn't explain anything. He was telling the truth. This was really a full amount. It was when the boss saw that he often came to eat these two days and added him appropriately.

After dinner, he mainly rested in the hotel and walked around the town in the afternoon, relying on the adjustments he needed to practice in the waterfall tomorrow.

He didn't feel the wonderfulness of the sky river rushing to the top, but he felt it that practicing under this waterfall had a significant promoting effect on the Vajra Zen Palm and the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound. For this reason, he could continue to stay here for a while.

So Wang An decided to stay here for a few more days.

Every day I go to the waterfall to practice in the morning, and either rest in the hotel in the afternoon, or go to the mountains, and day by day.

On this day, it was raining in the sky, and Wang An took an umbrella and went up the mountain again.

The spring rain is not heavy, and it makes crackling sounds when falling on the leaves. The trees on the mountain become more green because of the moistening of the spring rain.

There are also tourists in this kind of sky, but there are fewer than usual. In fact, some tourists like to climb mountaineering in the rain and snow, just to see the scenery in the mountains under this special weather.

"I said it was a waste of time. What about Tianchi Temple and Zhou Ding, it's not reliable." On the mountain road, Wang An met two people and heard the conversation between them at a relatively long distance.

They also came to find Zhou Dian. Wang An looked at them. A middle-aged man with a low head and a tall and thin young man.

"My analysis cannot be wrong, it should be Zhou Ding."

"You said that such a powerful person confiscated his disciples and did not leave any secrets. There is also a Sutra Pavilion in Faxing Temple!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Some methods of practicing skills are passed down by word of mouth and cannot be seen in words." The middle-aged man said.

"The clay Buddha is 20 million, but it is really valuable."

"If that thing is really left by Zhou Ding, those things are really recorded on it. Not to mention 20 million, even if there is a zero in the future, someone will fight to get it."

"But why hasn't anyone ever had that ability since Zhou Ding?"

"Has anyone else had his own body since Faxing Temple? After Taihe Mountain went from Zhang Zhenrenxian to the present? Who could have shocked the past and present as much as he did? The descendants of these two places would not be able to achieve half of their ability."

"No, there is one."

"Who?" The middle-aged man was stunned after hearing this.

"The monk who sweeping the floor hidden in the Tibetan Golden Pavilion is so stunning that he has a three-foot-thick air wall around him, and a figure like a god on the land!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became dark and he raised his hand and hit him.

"I'll ask you to sweep the floor monk, I'll let you have three feet of air, the characters in the novel are here."

"Oh, Uncle Master, I'm wrong, I'm wrong!" The young man raised his hand to protect his head and kept begging for mercy.

"You said, where did Zhou Dian learn this skill this year, and who is his master?"

"Then tell me, where did Patriarch Bodhidharma come from?"

"Well, maybe he improved it through Yujia?"

"Ah, I have a lot of ideas. I'll let you Yujia, I'll let you improve."

"Oh, oh, don't be on the head, don't be on the head, it will ruin my hairstyle!" The young man hugged his head with both hands.

"In fact, most of the martial arts in Faxing Temple were created by later generations." The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Uncle Master, why did you think those things have been lost?" The young man's voice suddenly became much deeper.

"For various reasons, you have been to college and studied history. You should know that many emperors in history like to engage in destructive cultural movements."

"What does the destructive cultural movement mean?" the young man was stunned.

"For example, burning books and burying scholars, writing inquisition, and burning Faxing Temple."

"Ah, Uncle Master, you are so knowledgeable. You call this destructive writing movement, all the things that seem irrelevant are forcibly brought together." The young man smiled and took out a box of cigarettes from his body.

"I'm seeing you smoking and your legs are discounted."

After hearing this, the young man put the cigarette back in his pocket in disappointment. The two of them stopped talking when they saw Wang An approaching, and Wang An passed by them.

After Wang An walked over, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and stared at Wang An, with a look of horror flashing in his eyes.

"This, no, it must be because I felt wrong just now!"

"What's wrong, uncle?" the young man next to him asked softly.

"You wait here, don't move."

"Why, you go there to buy two oranges?"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned around and left, slowly following Wang An, looking at his back, watching him walk, and following him up the mountain.

"What are you doing?"

After walking for hundreds of meters, Wang An stopped and turned to look at the middle-aged man following him.

"What are you doing after me?"

Now Wang An feels much more sharp than in front of him. When he was walking just now, he always felt something behind him staring at him, listening to the footsteps, and there was a person behind him.

Tourists coming to Kuangshan must be looking at the scenery. On the way to climb the mountain, their eyes are either looking at the beautiful scenery around them or the road under their feet. They will not keep staring at a person's back unless they have other purposes.

Wang An stared at that person. In his impression, it was probably the first time he met this person.

"Sorry, you look like an old friend of mine. May I ask you your surname." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
To be continued...