"Ah! Fang Yin, you're awake." Before seeing the person, Lin Qing'er heard the chorus of voices outside the yard and felt two smells in the yard. After a moment's thought, she knew it was Yan Yin.
A figure came in from outside the courtyard, it was Lin Qing'er.
Compared with the Lin Qing'er I met before, she is already very tall now. She has a face with oval seeds, willow eyebrows like the moon, and a beautiful nose and almond eyes. But the only thing that remains unchanged is her gentle and pleasant look.
smile.
"It's said that one day's absence is like three autumns, Qing'er. I didn't expect that after three months of not seeing you, you become more and more beautiful." Yan Yin looked at Lin Qing'er in front of him with a smile.
"Hmph... I didn't expect you to become glib as soon as you wake up." Although Lin Qing'er hummed softly, the smile on her face became stronger and stronger. "From now on, you can only say it once a day, hehe."
Yan Yin laughed and said, "Qing'er, you are still the same."
Lin Qing'er chuckled, sat aside and looked at the empty plates on the stone table, "Hey, Sister Xue, Fang Yin, have you all eaten?"
Fang Xue smiled, "Well, he just woke up and was a little hungry, so I made something for him to eat."
"Hehe, Fang Yin, how are you? Is Sister Xue's food delicious?" Lin Qing'er said with a smile, "Don't think Sister Xue is usually so cold, but the food she cooks is very delicious."
Yan Yin nodded, "This is true. The food made by Xueer is quite delicious, just like my mother."
"That's it." Lin Qing'er looked at Fang Xueh and said, "By the way, Sister Xue, Teacher Su asked us to go to her place tonight to help sort out some information."
Fang Xue was stunned and nodded, "Okay, we'll go there later."
Yan Yin had always heard the two of them talking about Teacher Su, but she never knew what kind of person the Teacher Su they were talking about was like, so she casually asked, "Qing'er, who is the Teacher Su you are talking about?"
one person"
"Teacher Su," Lin Qing'er said softly, "She is a stunning woman."
"A ruthless woman?" Yan Yin asked, "Is she ruthless?"
"Pfft" Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er covered their mouths and laughed at the same time and said "Idiot"
Lin Qing'er said, "It's not that Teacher Su is heartless. On the contrary, Teacher Su is very kind and gentle, and she is a very quiet woman. Teacher Su is our general tutor, and she teaches us some basics about today's world."
Teacher of knowledge. And
Moreover, Teacher Su is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is a rare and beautiful woman in the world." Speaking of this, Lin Qing'er said with a smile, "She is almost the same as Sister Xue! But Teacher Su is more gentle and graceful, Xue
Sister is a bit cold as ice, hee hee."
Yan Yin glanced at Fang Xue and said with a smile, "I know this. I remember someone said that Xue'er is the goddess of frost."
Fang Xue's face turned red and she said sheepishly, "That's all nonsense told by others, don't believe it."
"Yes, Xue'er looks so kind and not cold at all," Yan Yin nodded and said thoughtfully.
"Hmph..." Lin Qing'er snorted, "Fang Yin, that's because you don't know Sister Xue's temper. In fact, Sister Xue is usually very cold. She only behaves like this when we are together."
"Uh..." Yan Yin glanced at Fang Xue doubtfully and said, "Xue'er, is that so?"
Fang Xue smiled and said nothing, "It's getting late, Fang Yin, you should go practice more! After sleeping for three months, you need to cultivate and adapt well, so as to prevent your cultivation from deteriorating."
Nodding, Yan Yin said, "That's right. You need to re-energize yourself and let your condition reach its peak."
With Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er nodding, Yan Yin once again returned to the place where he practiced just now.
His legs shook on the ground, causing layers of broken leaves to rise. The waist and horse united, and Yan Yin picked up the horse's steps again and stood up steadily.
In the yard, Fang Xue said, "Qing'er, you're hungry too, I'll get you something to eat."
"No, Sister Xue, I'm not hungry." Lin Qing'er said, "Why don't we go buy something for Fang Yin! Look at him, the clothes he just wore were pajamas, how can this work?"
Fang Xue thought about it and nodded, "That's right, I almost forgot. After his friend helped him clean and change his clothes last time, he never changed his clothes again. After buying clothes later, boil some water for him to take a bath.
.Although he is wiped every day, he still needs to be washed. After all, he has been sleeping for three months."
"Yeah," Lin Qing'er nodded, picked up Fang Xue and left.
"Wait a minute, I'll go talk to Fang Yin," Fang Xue said with a slight smile.
"No, you go ahead! I'll just practice here." Yan Yin's voice came from the bamboo forest behind the house.
Lin Qing'er said in surprise, "Yeah! He can hear it from so far away."
"It should be that after his transformation, his cultivation has improved further," Fang Xue said with a smile, "Let's go!"
In the bamboo forest in the backyard, Yan Yin planted his legs firmly on the ground and began to look inward at his body.
His blood vessels have at least doubled in size compared to before. Each blood vessel is very tough, like iron locks, locking the blood in his body inside the blood vessels.
His bones became thicker and thicker, as crystal clear as white jade, but as hard as black crystal. His muscles were even more densely packed, as if there were big dragons hidden in every cell.
Yan Yin now looks nothing like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Not only his bones, but also his figure and appearance are different. After he woke up, he was taller by several inches, and his figure was
He is also getting stronger and stronger.
Now, he looks like an extraordinary and handsome young man. With sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his face has clear lines. His long dark hair is tied casually behind his head. The breeze blows, lifting up his clothes and long hair, in the bamboo forest.
Yan Yin has an artistic conception of being moved by the wind but not moving.
"breathe……"
Breathing in and out, Yan Yin's breath was long and lasting. Every time he breathed, the bamboo leaves on the ground in front of him would move due to the wind.
His breath gradually calmed down, and his spirit gradually relaxed, making himself feel more peaceful.
"Chirp" A little bird came from nowhere and stood leisurely on top of his head, chirping non-stop.
When looking inside his chest, Yan Yin suddenly discovered that there was something extra in his heart.
It was a ball of white light, exuding soft light. It stood quietly next to his heart, and as the heart beat, the light changed in intensity and intensity.
"What is this?" Yan Yin looked at the white light in his body strangely, and muttered, "Could it be Jade Teeth?"
When he thought of this, Yan Yin gave up on continuing to explore the white light.
Withdrawing his inner vision, Yan Yin opened his eyes and let out a long sigh, "It seems that the jade tooth from back then was indeed a bit weird. The jade tooth was taken from my father. I remember my father once said that the jade tooth was
The ancestral treasure of the Yan clan is also left behind by Yan Yuntian, the only martial saint of the Yan clan. It seems that this jade tooth must be very important, otherwise, it would not be passed down by a martial saint."
Now Yan Yin is no longer the person who knew nothing back then. Although he does not understand how powerful the martial saints are in the world today, he knows how powerful a martial sect and a martial king are.
One can imagine how powerful a Martial Saint is, who is more powerful than a Martial Sect or a Martial King. Something that can be passed down from a Martial Saint must be extraordinary.
His body trembled and shook, and the little bird above his head sprinkled a drop of bird droppings in his hair and then flew away leisurely.
A breath of air surged out of his body and then retracted. Yan Yin gave a clear drink, punched out his fists, and walked away with his feet.
"The purpose of a tiger attacking a mountain is to pounce, and the purpose of a long snake is to attach itself to it. The upper and lower blows focus on striking, and the smoothness of the fists should be emphasized." Yan Yin punched while shouting in a deep voice, "When fisting to the left and right, it is important to use the word "Lan".
"Shuangyong Chuanhai pays attention to the word "chuan"."
"Drink! Crack the whip and break the river, whip and break." Yan Yin's fists condensed into a line and violently surged out. "Lands collapse and the earth splits, collapse and split." With a loud shout, Yan Yin punched hard into the forest with both fists.
The bamboos began to sway under the force of Yan Yin's fist. The bamboo leaves fell down like rain.
"The ninth position, fist destroys fist to give life." Yan Yin frowned, "Destruction and life are two opposite things. Under the fist, there is death and no life. And my father created this move, fist destroys fist to give life, it is harmony and
intention."
Although he could perform this move, he did not understand the reason behind it. He had some understanding of the previous eight moves through the literal meaning and the forms that his father had played in his mind. Based on his own ideas, he then added them
Blending together, Yan Yin also said that he had mastered 70%.
It's just that the ninth style of fist-killing fist made him somewhat hesitant and hesitant.
Death and birth are two extreme opposites. Since there is death, there is no birth. Since there is birth, there is no death.
"There is life and no death, there is death and no life." Yan Yin stood on his horse and muttered, "If the fist destroys the fist, then life will be born. How can we understand the profound meaning of it?"
This move happens to be the ninth form of Yan's Changquan. This is an inflection point, the inflection point of Yan's Changquan.
Yan's Changquan has eighteen postures, six postures are one hurdle, one hurdle is one realm, and a total of three realms are cultivated. From the innate warrior to the general is one realm, from the general to the Wuzong is another realm, and from the Wuzong to the King of Wu
It is the last realm.
When Yan's Changquan practice reaches the level of King Wu, there will be no follow-up boxing skills, and Yan Yin will have to create them himself.
But now, Yan Yin is focusing on the ninth form of his Yan's Changquan. Among the eighteen forms, if six forms are a small hurdle, then the ninth and eighteenth forms are each a big hurdle.
If he wants to overcome this hurdle, he needs to thoroughly understand the true meaning and charm of the ninth form of fist-slaying fist.
The leaves are falling and the wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing and the bamboos are moving. A quiet place is suitable for thinking. In such an environment, Yan Yin deduced the ninth form of fist-killing fist over and over again. He slowly pondered and deliberated through every detail.
Since he did not have a master, he practiced Yan's Changquan based on the images in his mind that his father Yan Yi had practiced when he was a child and the words Yanshan Yanhe once taught him.
Fortunately, his aptitude is very smart. Over the years, he has slowly cultivated it based on his own understanding and thinking. Even Qingyue Jue, he slowly figured it out by himself based on the skills recorded in the book.
The sourness and pungency in it are really not known to outsiders. The sweetness, bitterness, spicyness and various tastes in it are only known to him.
It is precisely because of this that his boxing moves are mainly fierce and domineering. His boxing skills focus on the power of his boxing moves, but do not highlight the skills and moves in his boxing moves.
This is both his advantage and his disadvantage.
His moves do not have a lot of fixed skills, so it is not easy for outsiders to defeat him. He is very powerful and is much more powerful when facing enemies. However, without moves and skills, if he encounters someone with extraordinary strength, even if his strength is
If you are big, you will be restrained and dragged down by others.
Yan Yin was well aware of this. The last time he fought against Zhuang Shu, Yan Yin had infinite strength, but his body was injured and his performance was not that good. Not to mention Zhuang Shu's excellent swordsmanship, he was helpless.
The injury was caused by Zhuang Shu's sword. If he hadn't broken Zhuang Shu's sword with a heavy blow at the last moment, I'm afraid he would have suffered a more serious injury.
"If you can't do it without luck, you can't do it without using force." Yan Yin frowned and walked into the yard because he had noticed that Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er were back.