Although the white-haired old man was quite knowledgeable, he was just a village elder after all. After all, he couldn't answer many questions after Ning Yue asked, but even so, it was enough to make Ning Yue have some understanding of the Dagan Dynasty.

Ning Yue had been talking to the old man with a white-haired for a long time, and thought to himself: "Although the Dagan Dynasty is a vassal state of Daxia, its relationship is slightly subtle and different from the purely hostile Huntian thief. Even if the people from the Bingma Temple are chasing me, they may not have no worries. I can rest here for several days and recover from my injuries before leaving."

Ning Yue had reached the limit at this time. Even if he wanted to go on a rush, he was still unable to catch it. Although he knew that this place was not safe, he had no other choice. With his condition, if he continued to escape, he was afraid that his injuries would worsen halfway, and any ordinary soldier from the Yulin Army could handle him. It would be better to regain some martial arts first and then go on the road safely.

Ning Yue was originally a very decisive person. He laughed and left all his worries behind him.

Mr. Huo didn't know why he was laughing, but Ning Yue was young and loved. He gently stroked Ning Yue's hair and laughed at himself: "You have many problems at a young age, but you have to learn something from me? Everyone in this village is good at martial arts, but no one likes to study, and there is no second person to read. I have always been a pity."

Since Ning Yue was not in a hurry to leave Huojiazhai, he had to find ways to get closer to the people in Huojiazhai. Although he did not want to learn the problems of the Jiuxiao Heaven, he had also ascended to heaven and became the gods. No words were secrets to him, but he still happily agreed: "Since that's the case, I will learn to recognize a few words from Mr. Huo, so as not to be ignorant of big words in the future and make those knowledgeable people laugh at me."

Mr. Huo smiled and said, "I have no children, I live alone at home. Since you are willing to learn something from me, you can live with me. I see that you brothers and sisters don't have food either. It just so happened that my family has just prepared food, so let's use some together."

Mr. Huo is highly respected in the village, and no one questioned his arrangements, not to mention that Ning Yue and Bai Luoluo were not over twenty-five years old together, so no one would suspect that such a young man and woman who are still children.

Ning Yue and Bai Luoluo had a meal with Mr. Huo. He had a lot of appetite and even ate twice as much as Mr. Huo. After eating, he was immediately energetic, swept away his previous confusion, and then pondered how to restore martial arts.

Mr. Huo is old and is still strong, but he has to take a nap after eating. He only reminded Ning Yue and Bai Luoluo to not leave the village easily. Recently, there were a few fierce monsters outside, so he went to the back house to sleep.

Ning Yue learned from Mr. Huo’s words that Huojiazhai also had ancestral martial arts, and it was not prohibited from outsiders from learning. He couldn’t help but be curious.

Ordinary ordinary warriors will only feel that what I have learned is already a high-level kung fu, so why should I go to other schools? What's more, it's a third- and fourth-rate martial art. However, in Ning Yue's memory of three lives, he was a master of martial arts in both lives. It is said that "a wise man will have a mistake, and a fool will have a gain." Many third- and fourth-rate martial arts, or even less-level, may have some truths that can be integrated into his own martial arts.

When Yan Chengfeng was dominating the world, he used various means, either to become a disciple and visit friends, exchange interests, or to rob. He was familiar with the martial arts of countless schools, and these martial arts later turned into the cornerstone of his supreme master.

Although Ning Yue didn't think that there could be any martial arts inheritance in Huojiazhai, he still couldn't help but want to take a look, otherwise he would feel unhappy.

Ning Yue didn't go to search for those adults, so he casually found a few teenagers of the same age who were playing in the village and came over.

Several teenagers were rubbing mud, but they didn't see him, but just asked with a smile: "Are you going to build a mud house with us?"

Ning Yue shook his head and smiled, "It's too boring to play this, why not play marbles?"

He remembers three lives, and has been in the world for two lives for a long time, and has been a modern young man in his life. He is very good at dealing with people and has a wide range of knowledge, which is far from comparable to these young men of the same age in the Nine Heavens Realm.

In the main world, boys of his age may have changed their girlfriends for seven or eight. A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old in the Jiuxiao Heaven is afraid that except for the women among his elders, he has not even touched the hands of women. How can he compare with Ning Yue?

Ning Yue did not mention any high-end, elegant and high-end play. He only took a few words to explain the rules of playing with marbles, which attracted several teenagers to come.

Under Ning Yue's guidance, these young men made mud into balls and dug about ten small holes on the ground. They competed for someone's mud into the pit first. But they had a lot of fun playing for a moment. They also hang out with Ning Yue like a playmate for many years, and no other heretics were seen again.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Ning Yue pretended to be unintentional and asked: "We Xionger Village have the twelve styles of supporting the sky. I wonder what martial arts are there in your Huojia Village?"

How did those children know about this cunning and cunning? At that moment, a child named Huo Dongge jumped and shouted: "The martial arts of our Huojiazhai are called Hunyuan Pile, which can enhance our strength the most. I will practice it for you to see!"

Ning Yue didn't expect these children to be so easy to deceive. He looked at Huo Dongge with a smile and felt quite expectant.

There are only three styles of Hunyuan stakes, and the stand is very simple and the mantra is not complicated. Ning Yue carefully considers these three styles of standing in the mind. From the stand of practicing, the method of luck, to the tips of cultivation, they are all very similar to the ordinary introductory external skills of the Central Plains, and they can't help but feel disappointed.

After Huo Dongge practiced the Hunyuan stake, he couldn't help but shout, "It's time for you to practice a set of twelve stances to show us." After saying this, he couldn't help but show his pride, looking around, feeling a little happy.

Ning Yue understood just after a second thought, it turned out that these children were not stupid, but wanted to take the opportunity to learn his secret martial arts of "Xiong'erzhai". But these children were relatively simple and never thought about it. They had tried the Hunyuan stake, but they refused to practice the "Twelve Styles of Supporting the Heavens" for them?

Fortunately, Ning Yue is not such a person, so he doesn't want to deceive these children. Moreover, the twelve styles of the Heavenly Stories are just ordinary styles for him, and there is nothing to cherish. He immediately smiled and then set off his posture and practiced the twelve styles of the Heavenly Stories.

This set of twelve styles of tutoring the sky is naturally not a martial arts handed down by Xiongerzhai, but a secret martial arts of a evil sect in the Western Regions in the late Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

When Yan Chengfeng was traveling around the world, he saw this sect selling humans, burning, killing, and looting all kinds of evil, so he took action to kill the six masters of the Tengtian Sect, almost uprooting the Tengtian Sect. After this battle, the Tengtian Sect was severely damaged and had to stop, withdraw from the Western Regions, and migrate to the West.
Chapter completed!