The next day, the warm sunshine in the early morning spreads to the earth. In the sky, a red light jumps into people's sight.
The morning dew embellishes the green leaves, and the wind sways in the bamboo. The most beautiful flowers are blooming and laughing, and the few people are sorrowful. The most beautiful pain of separation and the most beautiful sadness of distantness.
Let go of his hand, Yan Yin stood up, looked outside the house, and slowly said, "He is here."
Outside the residence, a breath is quietly settled there. As if there is nothing, it seems to be there or nothing.
Fang Xue stood up, tidied up her wrinkled clothes, and followed Yan Yin's gaze, "Are you leaving? Time flies so fast."
With a long sigh, Yan Yin said, "Xue'er, do you have anything else to tell me? As long as you say it, I will definitely abide by it."
Fang Xue shook her head gently and said in a soft voice, "I have said it, I just hope that you can take good care of yourself."
"Don't worry!" Yan Yin looked at Fang Xue and said, "As long as you are fine, I will not be fine."
With a light huh, Fang Xue looked at Yan Yin quietly with clear eyes, trying to keep his face in mind and engrave it in her mind. After a long time, the breath outside fluctuated for a while, Fang Xue lamented and left slowly.
White clothes are better than snow, green hair is like a waterfall, white wrists and red lips, and long swords are carrying it. The body is so outstanding that the belt is floating, as if a fairy is gone, and the clear and cold breath gradually spreads out from her body.
Watching Fang Xue gradually widen the distance, disappearing in the yard, and behind the wall. Yan Yin held his hands tightly, and a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes.
Outside the yard, Nangong Jian stood proudly outside. When he saw Fang Xue coming out, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go! I believe that in five years, he will go to find you."
Fang Xue let out a light whistle, and a trace of crystal slowly flowed out of her eyes. After a moment, she disappeared without a trace.
With a long sigh, Nangong Jian waved his hand to wrap Fang Xue, his body disappeared hundreds of feet away, and flashed again, and it was already a black dot.
In the yard, Yan Yin felt the breath gradually fading away. He did not dare or wanted to watch Fang Xue leave, because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it. Only by not seeing it with his own eyes can he endure the sorrow in his heart.
"Xue'er, wait for me" murmured, and Yan Yin strode out.
Instead of chasing Fang Xue, he returned to the bamboo forest and headed towards the mysterious man. He wanted to become stronger, he wanted to become powerful, and he wanted to fulfill his promise. Therefore, he decided to visit the mysterious man now, hoping that he could accept himself as his disciple.
When he came to the mysterious man's residence, Yan Yin did not feel his breath. However, this was not a difficult task. Yan Yin surged the blood and blood in his body, emitting his own thick breath.
After a while, a gust of wind sounded, and a breath was added behind him.
"Are you looking for me?" His voice was cold and he had no feelings.
Yan Yin turned around, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "Well, I want to be a master of seniors."
"Oh, why should I accept you?" The mysterious man did not hide his face. He was a middle-aged man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, a cold face, and a long black hair casually draped on his shoulders. In his hand, he was holding a creature that looked like a black rabbit. Yan Yin knew that this was the black soil cunning rabbit in "The Legend of the World". It was a very timid beast that usually only appeared at night.
"Because I want to become stronger, I want to learn boxing from you!" Yan Yin stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and said seriously.
"What's the name?" the middle-aged man asked lightly without answering Yan Yin's words.
"Fang Yin" Yan Yin replied in a deep voice, "Students of Southern College"
The middle-aged man nodded, “Can you barbecue meat?”
Yan Yin was stunned, then nodded, "Yes!"
"Take it, bake it for me and then give it to me." The middle-aged man threw the black soil cunning rabbit to Yan Yin, then turned around and returned to the house.
Through the window, Yan Yin could see that he was reading a book.
Looking at the black soil cunning rabbit in his hand, his fur was dark all over, and his small and agile ears were already limp. The cunning rabbit was about fifty kilograms, and his body was almost the same as that of an ordinary hunting dog.
After looking at the middle-aged man who was reading a book, Yan Yin began to get busy.
First, he crushed a bamboo, then used tough bamboo strips to cut the fur of the black soil cunning rabbit, and then, with his own strong force, Yan Yin peeled it. After a while, a complete rabbit skin was peeled off by him.
Then, Yan Yin cleaned it up and finally cleaned it. After finding a very old bamboo to skew the cunning rabbit, he set up a few bamboos, tied it with the skin of the tender bamboo, and then began to prepare for the fire to grill.
Fortunately, Yan Yin would carry some essential fire notes on his clothes. After a while, he used the dried bamboo leaves to light the fire. After the fire started to burn, Yan Yin boiled the cunning rabbit meat beside him on the fire.
Use your internal force to control the fire to prevent the cunning rabbit meat from being cooked and burned. The true energy in the body penetrates into the cunning rabbit soft through the bamboo pole you hold to protect and mix the fire evenly.
About half an hour later, waves of flesh began to spread. Drops of golden oil dripped from the cunning rabbit, causing the flames to swell from time to time.
"Okay?" Yan Yin was about to reincarnate and called out to the middle-aged man who was about to become a disciple. A faint question suddenly came from behind.
Yan Yin was shocked. He did not notice when this person left the bamboo house.
Suppressed my regret and nodded, "Well, it's almost done. You can start eating, but I don't have seasonings here, otherwise it would be better."
The middle-aged man kept silent, tore off a piece of hot rabbit meat from the flames and threw it into his mouth casually.
Yan Yin thought to himself that this person is so powerful, and his hands are no longer afraid of fire or hot.
"Well, the taste is pretty good." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Go and hit the boxing technique you secretly learn. If it gets into my eyes, I will accept you as my disciple."
Only then did Yan Yin realize that this man already knew that he was peeking at him and punching.
With an apology, Yan Yin nodded and said, "Okay, please give me advice."
The middle-aged man remained silent and slowly tore off the cunning rabbit and put it into his mouth.
Yan Yin stood in the open space slightly far from the fire and began to punch. It was the seven moves of the middle-aged man.
He mobilizes all his energy and energy in every move to fight, and does his best to hope to do his best.
"Not surprising"
"The wind and waves rise"
"Splashes everywhere"
"The waves are turning"
"Stormy waves"
"Elevation and flow"
"Safe and calm"
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In the seven-style boxing moves, Yan Yin showed everything he had mastered and understood to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man did not raise his head and quietly ate the cunning rabbit meat. During this time Yan Yinzhan performed, he had already eaten the cunning rabbit meat. Even if it was a bone, there was no left.
Yan Yin closed his fists, suppressed the breath in his body, and looked at the middle-aged man, but he saw that he was cleaning up the last piece of meat without raising his head.
A sighed in his heart, and a trace of loss appeared on Yan Yin's face.
"You have learned all my moves, and your qualifications are pretty good. Your qi and blood are very strong. When you are doing boxing, you mobilize the energy of your whole body. It seems that you have practiced boxing before. However, since you have learned my boxing, why do you still have to worship me as your teacher?" The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, looking at Yan Yin with a look of nonchalant expression and asked.
"My fist is tangible but not spiritual. Fist is just a fist move, not a boxing technique. I want to learn your true boxing skills, Master," Yan Yin hurriedly said, "I am unfortunate and miserable, as long as my seniors are willing to teach me."
"Press your own punch. If you can, you will be my registered disciple." The middle-aged man turned around and walked into the room.
Yan Yin was stunned, his face changed several times, and he hesitated. Of course he knew what his own fist was. Not only did he know, but as long as he hit it, the middle-aged man would definitely recognize it.
It was an adventure, and he didn't know what the outcome would be.
If a middle-aged man recognizes Yan's Changquan and has evil intentions towards him, then Yan Yin will definitely die. Because it is beyond doubt that the middle-aged man is a Martial King. His strength makes Yan Yin only look down on him.
After hesitating for a moment, when the middle-aged man was about to enter the house, Yan Yin gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Okay!"
As he said that, Yan Yin began to use Yan's long fist.
The middle-aged man's pace also stopped there, with his back facing Yan Yin.
"The tiger pounced on the mountain" a tiger roar shocked the world, and the bamboos around him shook one after another.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Yin played the remaining moves one after another.
"The ninth style, the fist is destroyed and the fist is born." Yan Yin roared, and his fists exuded a sharp and domineering energy, which shattered more than ten feet in front of him, like blowing and pulling.
With his fist calmed down, Yan Yin looked at the middle-aged man's back with trepidation.
"Where are the remaining nine moves?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice with his back to Yan Yin.
Yan Yin answered truthfully, "I am not strong enough, and no one teaches me. Now I can only shoot these nine punches."
"Did you understand and explore these boxing moves by yourself?" the middle-aged man asked quietly with his hands on his back.
"Well," Yan Yin said, "No one taught me, I just groped based on my memory."
The middle-aged man stood there silently.
Looking at his back, Yan Yin's heart gradually calmed down. He knew that he was not in danger.
The breeze sways, and the bamboo forest is blown by the wind. Some of the falling bamboo leaves are swept away by the wind, and some of the bamboo leaves fall down from the bamboo branches.
The bamboo forest was very quiet, and Yan Yin looked at the middle-aged man without even shouting, waiting for the answer.
After a long time, the middle-aged man sighed, stepped on his feet, and walked towards the house.
Just when Yan Yin thought he was disappointed, a voice came into his ears, "Tonight, wait for me by the sea."
Yan Yin was stunned, then felt happy and said loudly, "Thank you, Master, thank you! Disciples will definitely not disappoint your master."
The middle-aged man stood quietly in the house and sighed softly.
The extremely excited Yan Yin glanced at the place deeply and hurriedly ran towards the residence.
He knew that he had successfully become a disciple. This joy quickly gradually pressed Fang Xue's departure.
Although he was still a little sad, Yan Yin was not a shy person. He could take it and let it go.
When he returned to the yard, he sorted out casually, closed the house and went out. He wanted to ask people where the sea was and prepare for the evening.
The first place Yan Yin went to was where Xu Houzi and his friends lived, but they did not find their own people. Then they went to Lingyunfeng's residence, and there was no one.
Finally, I found out that today was the last day of the preliminary round and everyone was in the martial arts field.
The martial arts fair is the largest square of Southern College, located in the southeast corner of the college.
When Yan Yin stepped inside, he saw people. These people were all audiences, all sitting in the audience around the martial arts venue, watching the venue.
Yan Yin found a relatively forward position and looked into the field, and saw two people competing.
One of them, Yan Yin knew, but Ye Qingwu's sister, Ye Qingchen.