The first thousand two hundred and thirty-four chapters
Liu Mingzhi was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly: "Of course I have, I dream of becoming an innate master, but my mentor also knows the student's qualifications."
"It's not impossible to become an innate master, but I don't know that it will take until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse."
Wen Renzheng looked at Liu Dashao who looked a little disappointed and shook his head slightly: "Your qualifications are not bad in themselves, plus you have the acacia poison in your body to help you, but you are too lazy to cultivate.
Leave it to yourself!"
"Otherwise you are already beyond the eighth level. Perhaps you should have broken through the ninth level a few years ago and become a master!"
"The poor in literature and the rich in martial arts, some people have no way to learn from a teacher, and they don't have a variety of medicinal materials to polish their foundation, so they can't achieve high or low levels."
"And if you think about it with your own conscience, does your Liu family lack these, or does your family lack these?"
"There are a lot of resources lying around and you don't know how to use them. You just want to become a natural master, but you don't know how to put in the hard work and sweat to achieve your talent."
"Everyone wants to be an innate master, but in the end, only a few people achieve the innate ability to become a land god."
"Talent is one thing, but hard work cannot be ignored either."
"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
“The prerequisite for getting is to give first!”
Young Master Liu looked at Wen Renzheng in embarrassment, remembering that the old man at his house used thousand-year-old ginseng as a tonic for him, and now he even ate the mild medicinal ginseng king to please the queen.
Thousand-year-old snow lotus seeds are used to make tea. I really don’t lack these at home.
There are still two ginseng plants in the warehouse now, which were sent by the Queen to nourish her body.
Wen Renzheng was right, he really couldn't hold himself up to the wall.
Liu Mingzhi lowered his head silently: "Teacher, if the student realizes his mistake, he must practice more diligently in the future!"
"I'll ask you again, are you willing to hit you?"
Liu Mingzhi nodded heavily: "The students are willing!"
"Why do you want to become an innate master?"
"In order to understand the essence of martial arts, students study Yin and Yang more smoothly in order to hoe the strong and support the weak and save the weak!"
Wen Renzheng nodded happily, took out a book from his arms and threw it to Young Master Liu: "Read the contents of this book by heart!"
“Don’t memorize by rote, focus on the experience, not the content!”
"Students obey!"
Liu Mingzhi picked up the book on the ground and sat down cross-legged. There was no font on the book.
Although Liu Mingzhi didn't know what this book was, he still calmed down and read it silently.
Wen Renzheng sat on the chair and said quietly: "The spiritual platform is clear and bright, there is no self and nothing."
The crackling sound of burning wood and the smell of tea lingering in the pavilion are refreshing.
Liu Mingzhi silently flipped through the thin books in his hands, without being affected at all.
Wen Renzheng gently sniffed the fragrance of tea in the pavilion, looking at Liu Mingzhi who was helpless and selfless, he finally nodded with satisfaction.
The tea cup was handed to Wen Renzheng silently. It turned out that Wen Ren Yunshu had already boiled the tea.
Wen Renzheng took the tea cup gently and without making any abnormal noise and slowly tasted the tea, while Wen Ren Yunshu silently refilled his grandfather's cup like a little maid.
I don't know how much time passed, but Young Master Liu stretched out and put down the book in his hand with a soft groan.
"Teacher, the student has read it by heart!"
Wen Renzheng's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, he put down the tea cup in his hand and stood up quietly.
"Boy! I told you a few years ago that the Nine-Style Sword Song uses killing as its power and offense as its defense!"
"As long as you concentrate on your cultivation, it will only be a matter of time before you reach the innate realm."
"The Heavenly Sword and the Nine-Style Sword Song go hand in hand. The descendants of the Heavenly Sword in the past generations are all innate masters and can dominate the whole world. However, in your generation, you have such an incompetent thing!"
"The student realizes his mistake, please forgive me, teacher!"
Wen Renzheng looked at Liu Mingzhi, who was seriously admitting his mistake, and suddenly pinched his right hand into a sword finger and waved it gently. Young Master Liu, who was sitting cross-legged, was directly swept out of the pavilion by the sword energy.
Then, Wen Renzheng had already left the pavilion without seeing any movement at all. Looking at Mr. Liu who was about to land in the air, Wen Renzheng turned his hands into swords and changed his illusory and blurred forehead moves.
The sword energy shot out one after another towards the big points all over Mr. Liu's body.
"ah"
Young Master Liu, who was flying in the air with a confused look on his face, suddenly let out a cry of pain!
Young Master Liu felt a heart-gnawing discomfort as streaks of sword energy entered his body, and every acupuncture point felt like it was being eaten by densely packed ants.
The itching was unbearable, mixed with pain as if the muscles and veins were being torn apart.
Wenren Yunshu looked at his sweetheart whose face was distorted in pain and looked at Wenrenzheng anxiously.
"Grandpa, are you sure he will be fine like this?"
Wen Renzheng waved his sword fingers with a solemn expression, and the sword energy accurately hit Liu Dashao's acupuncture points.
"Girl, Mr. Liu is only at the eighth level. His tendons have not been fully expanded by internal force. Unlike you, the foundation of his tendons has already been tempered and stabilized. Grandpa must help him expand his tendons himself!"
"Otherwise, if grandpa's internal force enters his body, his muscles and veins will not be able to bear it and his blood vessels will burst and die!"
"External force enters the body and forcibly expands the muscles and veins, and the heartbreaking pain is inevitable."
"There's no way around it!"
"There is no shortcut in martial arts. If you want to stand out, you must endure pain that ordinary people cannot bear!"
Wen Renzheng said this but the moves in his hand did not stop at all.
In Wen Ren Yunshu's astonished eyes, Wen Renzheng's figure became erratic, and only the afterimages around Young Master Liu could be seen flickering in and out.
In contrast, Young Master Liu's screams of pain were even more intense.
"Old man, you are not trying to beat me up! You are trying to make my life worse than death. Just kill me. It's too uncomfortable."
"What are you doing now, kid? Don't you want to become an innate master? If you don't endure inhuman torture, how can you be reborn and reborn?"
Wen Renzheng's words came from all directions, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard were blown around by the strong wind generated by the sword energy.
Young Master Liu's screams of pain were hoarse.
After half an hour, Young Master Liu groaned in pain and fell to the ground, lying half dead on the stone slab.
The originally flexible eyes had already lost their color, like a patient who was on the verge of death and had only one breath left.
If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Liu was still alive as he gasped for breath, Yun Shu would have thought that Young Master Liu could no longer bear the pain and passed away.
Wen Renzheng's figure gradually became clearer, his face was a little abnormally red, and his wrinkled forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Wen Renzheng was panting and holding on to the court pillar beside him.
"If you were willing, Shu'er, why would grandpa be so tired?"
"One level, one heaven. Compared to the ninth level, the eighth level is an insurmountable chasm."
Wenren Yunshu took out a handkerchief and wiped Wenren's sweat, then took a cup of tea and handed it over.
Looking at Mr. Liu who was lying like a corpse, Wenren Yunshu had a clear look of worry on his eyebrows: "Grandpa, is he okay?"
"It's okay, but today's hardship is not as much as Liu Xiaozi has endured in his entire life."
"Forcibly expanding the tendons is like inserting a sharp sword into the tendons. Only when you experience this kind of torture will you understand how painful it is."
Wenren Yunshu then nodded with confidence: "That's good, that's good. If I had known it would be so uncomfortable, Shu'er would have accepted Grandpa's internal power. It's really good to do bad things."
Wen Renzheng held a piece of rice paper in his hand and handed it to his granddaughter: "Go and call Liu Xiaozi's ladies and ask them to prepare a pot of medicinal bath according to the medicinal materials on the prescription and soak Liu Xiaozi in it."
"Once his tendons are nourished and shaped by the medicinal bath, grandpa can seal his internal energy into his eight extraordinary meridians!"
"As long as Liu Xiaozi makes good use of it, he can escape into the innate realm in less than two years!"
"Shuer, this is it"
"Sister Shu'er, old man, our sisters are here!"
Wenren Yunshu looked at Qi Yun and the other girls in surprise, and even Yun Qingshi, who was staying behind closed doors, stood aside with a worried look on his face.
"Sister Yun, Sister Ya, Sister Lian'er, Yan'er, why are you here?"
The women looked worriedly at their half-dead husband lying on the stone slab: "My husband's painful voice is so loud, it's not strange that we are deaf and can't hear it!"
Wen Renzheng let out a breath.
"Girl Yun, you guys put Liu Xiaozi into the medicinal bath for an hour and let him rest in peace for a while."
"Yes, old man, the little sisters have to leave first."
Qi Yun and the other girls got together and carried Young Master Liu towards the room. The third princess took the prescription handed over by Wen Ren Yunshu and followed him with a slight nod.
Wen Renzheng looked at the disappearing figures of the women and nodded happily.
"Fortunately, Miss Yun and the others are reasonable people, otherwise I would have scolded the old man until he couldn't hold his head up."
"Grandpa, Shu'er will help you to rest!"
As the sun set, the women took Mr. Liu out of the medicinal bath, rinsed him with clean hot water, put on clean clothes, and carried his husband, who was unconscious or asleep, to the bed.
"Sister Yun, why did the old man beat my husband like this?"
"Yes, although my husband is a little frivolous, he will not make the old man so angry!"
"Is it because of sister Yunshu's incident?"
Qi Ya carefully arranged her husband's clothes and shook her head slightly when she heard the women's resentful words.
"Sisters, stop thinking nonsense. The old man is not such a person, and sister Yun Shu is not such a person either. There must be some deep meaning!"
The third princess nodded slightly: "Yes, Sister Ya is right. You will know when your husband wakes up. Stop guessing now to avoid misunderstandings!"
The women looked at each other and nodded silently.
The third princess bent down to cover Young Master Liu with a silk quilt. She looked at Young Master Liu's soaked and fat soles and looked curiously at Qi Yun and the girls.
"Sister, sister, do you know where the scar on the sole of Dafu-kun's left foot came from? The entire sole of the foot is covered with scars. How could he be so seriously injured?"
"Ask your husband, he doesn't know what's going on!"
The women subconsciously looked at Qi Yun. After all, Qi Yun was the first person to marry Young Master Liu, so she must know these things better than they and others.
Qi Yun shrugged helplessly: "I also asked my husband, and he said he was stung when he went fishing in the river when he was a child, and then he became like this."
"My husband can't explain what exactly happened!"
"I just said that my father-in-law and mother-in-law told him so."
"I really don't know how naughty Mr. Dafu was when he was a child. The entire sole of his left foot is beyond recognition."
Seeing Qi Yun, they couldn't explain why, so the girls had no choice but to give up. It wasn't an important matter anyway.
Qi Ya clapped her hands gently: "Sisters, we take turns taking care of our husbands. I will be the first to watch over my husband. You go and take a rest first to recuperate your energy!"