Chapter 1389 Seven-Secret Cloud Palm

"Today I took my classmates to learn Du Fu's poems..."

Zhao Yan stood on the podium and gave lectures to more than a dozen elementary school students below. Although the earth has entered the era of cultivation and Zhao Yan is one of them, he still believes that the poems left by the ancient Chinese people cannot be forgotten.

Therefore, he often taught classical poetry to these students, with the purpose of making these students not forget their original meaning.

Most of the students were listening carefully, but there were one or two, who looked like they were teenagers and didn't want to listen to his lectures at all.

A fat boy sitting at the end said to himself, "What's the use of learning these things now? Everyone has to learn to practice and go to the martial arts school to learn. What's the use of your poetry!"

After hearing what the boy said, the other students in the classroom burst into laughter and then whispered.

In this way, Zhao Yan's class could not be completed. He could only knock on the blackboard, "Students, the earth has indeed entered the era of cultivation. Everyone wants to practice, become a strong man, and even be able to leave the earth one day in the future. This is everyone's dream. But I also hope that everyone will not forget that we are all descendants of Yan and Huang, and have thousands of years of inheritance. These poems are precious heritage left to us by the ancients, and we cannot give up..."

"Value inheritance? I don't think it's worth it." The fat boy Gao sneered, "If these precious inheritances are really so capable, why don't you even have any cultivation at all? You are less than the first level of the acquired world. Why should you be my teacher? I'm already the third level of the acquired world!"

"Wow!"

Many of the students present had just started practicing, most of whom were around the first level of the acquired. Now I heard that the fat boys of Gao had entered the third level of the acquired, and everyone's faces were full of envy.

Zhao Yan nodded and said, "I really have no cultivation, but this will not affect my teaching. When you become stronger in the future, you will know that increasing your literary level will not only not affect your cultivation, but will also have an auxiliary effect on cultivation from one side! In my opinion, words are powerful, especially our Chinese characters, which have extraordinary power, but they are not developed."

"Brave!" The fat boy Gao smiled sarcastically, "You are so capable that you have become a strong cultivator for a long time, and you will not be a teacher in our small village without cultivation like you do not have the ability to do so!"

"Hahaha." All the students present laughed.

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows, knowing that if he didn't press the thorn, he wouldn't think about going to class today. He looked at the fat young man Gao and said, "Yongqiang, in fact, your cultivation method is wrong. If you continue practicing like this for a long time, it will be harmful to your body."

He did not say this randomly. The boy named Guo Yongqiang in front of him practiced a kind of horizontal practice.

This kind of exercise may be relatively inferior and incomplete. After forced practice, it will cause the Qihai Qi to infiltrate in reverse. The longer the practice time, the more harmful it will be. These Qihai Qi will penetrate into the internal organs. At that time, it will not only not be strong, but will harm yourself.

"You are talking nonsense!" The young man Guo Yongqiang stood up and shouted, "The martial arts I learned are called the Qijiuyun Palm. After practicing, I have great strength! This is what the martial arts field boxer in the county town teaches me! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

"If you continue to practice like this for a long time, it will be harmful to your body! Seven Jue Yun Palm, I think your internal organs will be ruined after practicing!"

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, walked over and reached out to hold down a certain meridian of the boy.

The fat young man Guo Yongqiang's face changed. He found that the teacher took action and wanted to fight back. He found that although the teacher had no cultivation, he could not dodge the way he reached out.

"This..." Just when Guo Yongqiang was surprised, Zhao Yan's finger had already touched an important acupoint of one of his tendons, and then he spoke, "Go for luck according to your usual practice!"

Guo Yongqiang didn't want to listen to the teacher, but it would be okay to think about luck, so he got enough energy and had great luck.

But when he transported the airflow out of the sea of ​​qi, his face suddenly changed drastically. He felt his chest suddenly become stuffy and his breathing was unsustainable.

“Hohuh!”

When Zhao Yan let go of his hand, Guo Yongqiang took a few breaths, then he looked at Zhao Yan in a daze and said, "Teacher, have you attacked me?"

"No!" Zhao Yan shook his head and said, "I am just a mortal without cultivation. I cannot use spiritual power or attack you! I just reached out and pressed somewhere in your heart. This will immediately cause the reverse infiltration of your spiritual energy, which is what the saying goes backward! The martial arts you practice have great problems. If you practice for a long time, you will not be able to live to be 25 years old!"

"What!" Guo Yongqiang was so scared that his face was pale, and he sat there without saying anything.

After Zhao Yan said this, the thorn became much more honest, so Zhao Yan walked to the podium to continue class and told the students about ancient Chinese poems.

In fact, just when Zhao Yan was doing these, Xia Mo was also outside the window and saw what was happening inside. She looked at Zhao Yan on the podium with big eyes curiously, and said in her heart: Although Teacher Xie Qing has no cultivation, she seems to know a lot about cultivation. She feels that this person is really mysterious.

A day passed in a blink of an eye.

Guo Yongqiang returned home at night and sat there in a depressed mood. His father Guo Tonghai was the richest family in Tianzhuang Village and the only family in the village to live in the building.

Seeing his son feel depressed, he took a piece of pork head meat while drinking, and said, "Son, have a drink with my dad."

"I won't drink." Guo Yongqiang said with a pale face, "Today, Teacher Xie said, if I continue to practice, I will not live to be 25 years old! Dad, I don't want to practice anymore, I don't want to die so early!"

"Nonsense." Guo Tonghai was immediately angry and said, "The Tianquan Master in the county is the best martial artist in our area! His cultivation has reached the seventh level of acquired nature, which is the late stage of acquired nature! He is a person who has been in the provincial capital. If you don't practice, I will beat you to death!"

"But I really felt that my meridians were not smooth. When Teacher Xie held my meridians, I really seemed to be dying..."

Before Guo Yongqiang finished speaking, Guo Tonghai slapped in the face and cursed, "You little brat, do you know how much money I spent to help you learn boxing? If you don't go, there are many people who want to go. Teacher Xie has no cultivation at all, and he doesn't know anything! You should go to the county town to learn martial arts early tomorrow!"

Guo Yongqiang was slapped in the face and tears flowed. He sat at the table and cried, "But it was really scary at that time. I couldn't breathe."

"Get out!" Guo Tonghai was so angry that he cursed.

(End of this chapter)

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