"Crack, bang, bang, drink." In the backyard, Fang Yan beat the iron pile with all his strength, mentally reciting the old man's fourteen-character mantra all the time.
Although the blows were still bumpy and stiff, they were not as chaotic and random as before. His hands were seen wandering around the iron rod, and his hands, palms, elbows, and arms struck violently from time to time.
The iron piles crackled.
The feet are even stiffer and refuse to move even half a minute. Sometimes if the hands are not flexible, I use brute force to twist them. When striking with my hands, my feet are also waiting for the opportunity to fly out, and I have to keep my body motionless, which often leads to balance.
The situation was unstable and he fell to one side. Fang Yan was stubborn and refused to use his feet to support him. He fell heavily to the ground, got up again, and continued.
Unknowingly, it was already bright. Fang Yan didn't know how many times he fell down. He got up again and again and continued to hit. The fourteen-character mantra is easy to say and not difficult to understand, but if you want to do it, it is difficult.
It is as difficult as climbing to the sky. What is contained here is the existence of Tao. It is the state where the physical body and the mind and soul have reached a certain level.
"Bang". Fang Yan once again lost control of his balance and fell heavily to the ground. After these months of training, although his physical body has become much stronger, falling heavily on the stone ground like this many times will inevitably cause pain and aggravation.
"Hey..." Fang Yan stood up, shook his head and sighed, punching the iron stake hard to vent his frustration.
"Why do you think the old man can be so relaxed and at ease, while I can't even achieve the most basic stability?" Fang Yan felt uncomfortable and blamed himself extremely.
"Remember, no tactics can be mastered overnight, no matter how blessed you are." The old man's voice came from the front hall, "If you can't do it one day, you can do it day by day, and if you can't do it every day, you can do it year after year. Only by persistence can you do it.
It’s the kingly way.”
"Yes, if it doesn't work in one day, I will practice every day. I believe that I will succeed one day." Fang Yan listened to the old man's words, and the blood in his heart surged again. He clenched his fists and a look of determination appeared on his face again.
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Looking up at the sky, the scorching sun is climbing into the sky.
"Time flies so fast." He sighed, quickly cleaned the sweat on his head, and ran to the front hall.
Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since the day Fang Yan learned the Wandering Dragon Fighting Technique.
For more than a month, Fang Yan devoted himself to the iron piles. Whenever he had free time, he would hit the iron piles in the backyard and work extremely hard. He even put down the waterfall.
At the same time, progress is also rapid, and sometimes even the harsh old man can't help but nod in front of me, showing a look of relief.
Once again, before it was dark, there was the sound of hammering iron piles in the yard.
"Yes, you have made great progress during this period. You have understood the basic essence of the Youlong War Technique. What you need to do next is to continue to figure it out, continue to become more proficient, and deepen your understanding of the Tao contained in it." The old man finished reading Fang Yan's attack.
Driving an iron stake, he nodded.
"Old man, this kid is stupid and doesn't know what the Tao is here." Fang Yan said respectfully.
"It's normal that you don't understand. You haven't reached the realm of guidance, your spiritual consciousness has not yet been achieved, and the way of heaven is still too far away from you. What you have understood during this period is not the way of heaven, but the way of nature." The old man said slowly,
"The Wandering Dragon War Technique I created is based on two words: circle, one. These two words contain thousands, and all changes are derived from them. This is my way."
Fang Yan was shocked, just these two simple words? But they evolved into such miraculous military exploits. The old man is indeed powerful, and the way of heaven is indeed wonderful.
"As long as you keep these in mind, you will experience them later. Now I want to teach you how to swim with a dragon, watch carefully." After the old man finished speaking, he slowly extended his hand to the iron stake.
Fang Yan's eyes widened at this moment, and he put aside everything in his heart, staring at the old and withered palm. Fang Yan knew that this move was extremely powerful, extremely domineering, and could be called heaven-defying.
The old man's palm was less than half an inch away from the iron stake, and his spread fingers suddenly clenched and stretched forward.
"Pound". There was a loud muffled sound, and the 10,000-kilogram iron pile shook slightly. This was a casual blow from the old man. Fang Yan could not imagine how powerful the old man really was. If he was close to him in the battle,
The consequences are absolutely unimaginable.
"This is inch strength. When you practice it to the extreme, every inch will give birth to an inch, and every inch will shatter the mountain." The old man stepped back and said calmly without any harm.
Fang Yan was surprised again, hitting the mountain to pieces inch by inch. How powerful and domineering this was. He really didn't understand how a punch from such a close distance could be so powerful. How could it be exerted with just the physical body?
"Old man, I don't understand where this power comes from," Fang Yandao said.
"Come from the inside, gather a little, and strike." The old man said, "This is a feeling, a state, which cannot be explained. If you understand it, you understand it. If you don't understand it, you don't understand it. It is contained in the shaking of the force.
A kind of Tao. You have to experience it yourself. You can only try it step by step. There is no shortcut. Once you suddenly realize it, you will be able to use it freely."
Fang Yan kept it in mind. Fang Yan knew that the only important thing for him in the coming days was to concentrate on studying hard.
Fang Yan tried to put his hand in front of the iron stake, and suddenly hit it hard. There was no effect of an inch of force, but he felt that he was not strong enough. He was not upset at all. He accumulated strength again and again, desperately trying to transfer the power in his body to his palm.
But I couldn't move it. I kept trying to hit it, but there was no feeling like the old man said.
I have hit it thousands of times, but I still don't feel anything. Fang Yan is not discouraged. He encourages himself in his heart. Persistence is the only way, and the harder it is to practice, the more powerful it proves to be.
Fang Yan kept trying to hit the iron stake for dozens of days, but still made no progress. He thought that he would feel better if he practiced in a different environment, so he changed to a big tree outside the tavern. If it still didn't work, he tried again.
If it still doesn't work, replace the house wall in the village, then replace it...
Fang Yan's stubborn temper rose again. In the following days, Fang Yan's weird behavior could be seen everywhere in the village.
Either they saw Fang Yan leaning against the wall of this house and banging against it, or they saw Fang Yan hitting the wall of that house with his fist. Everyone in the village thought that there was something wrong with "Little Yanzi"'s head.
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"Hey." Fang Yan sat in the tavern and sighed loudly. It has been more than two months and there has been no progress at all. Am I really that talentless?
Counting the time, it has been more than half a year since I came to the "Killing Village".
The old man was sitting on a table with his eyes closed, and he could see all Fang Yan's hard work during this period. Fang Yan was so lost, and the old man did not try to enlighten him. Some things must be understood by oneself.
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"Bang". A loud noise suddenly came from outside the tavern, and the ground shook. It broke the peace of the village.
"Haha, old man from Heaven, I haven't seen you for many years, and you don't come out to greet your old friend." Loud laughter came from outside.
The old man Fang Fo had already known that the outsiders were coming, so he was not surprised and just snorted coldly.
"Let's go, I'm here for you." The old man stood up and looked at Fang Yandao, then walked out the door.
Fang Yan heard this incomprehensibly, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and quickly followed with the little beast.
A large pit appeared not far outside the tavern. Someone should have blasted it with a magic weapon. The loud noise just now should have come from here.
Fang Yan looked into the distance and was suddenly shocked. I didn't expect that half a year had passed and this old immortal still refused to let me go. It was simply too much of a lie.
I saw no less than a hundred monks standing on the other side of the pit. There were more than a dozen people standing in the air. There were quite a few acquaintances of Fang Yan inside. Huang Hai, the great elder of Xuanyang Sect, Deacon Chen, Li Kuang and his wife, and Heishuimenmen
Lord, and the several chemical warriors who chased him last time. What frightened Fang Yan the most was that an old man standing in the front row had white hair and a white beard, and a ruddy face. He looked close to nature, with an immortal air.
Feeling. This person is definitely a master.
Fang Yan was confused, why did these people get together, and now they were working together to deal with him, and he became nervous.
Huang Hai has never forgotten Fang Yan. He vaguely guessed that there might be a powerful backer behind Fang Yan, and even wanted to kill him. Leaving this son behind would definitely be a big problem in the future and would make it difficult for him to sleep and eat well.
As soon as Fang Yan entered the "poor mountains and bad waters", Huang Hai sent people to the outskirts of the "poor mountains and bad waters" to look for Fang Yan so that he could kill him. The fact that the commoner boy was being hunted while carrying the treasure had already been abuzz in the entire surrounding area, and everyone would know after a little inquiry.
Where is Fang Yan?
Knowing the horror of the "Killing Village" from the mouths of those sects, Huang Hai did not dare to take action immediately. He searched everywhere for help from experts in "poor mountains and harsh waters", and finally hired a powerful guide at the cost of ten thousand-year-old herbs and one hundred thousand spiritual crystals.
He came to kill him immediately.
"Humph, what are you doing here?" the old man said coldly.
"Haha, I think you already know this, old man from Heaven. Why bother asking again? Hand over that kid so I can take advantage and leave. Just think that I owe you a favor. How about". The white-haired old man pointed at Fang Yan and said.
The faces of Huang Hai and his entourage all had ferocious looks on their faces, this piece of their heart could finally be cut off today, **, little beast, hum.
"Son, you'd better be more honest and follow me. It would be bad if you take action." Huang Hai said.
"Hmph, you shameless old guy, you are still chasing me here. Why do I have such a big hatred against you? You are so deliberately planning to kill me." Fang Yan said angrily.
"Damn it, little Yanzi, why do you talk so much nonsense with a person like this? How about a bottle of wine and I'll help you take pictures." A rough and arrogant voice came from far away. As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk
He was already standing next to Fang Yan.
"Yes, the monk is right. If you dare to come to our killing village to ask for someone, just kill them out." Another voice came.
"Gee, I just prepared a new poison, and I don't know the effect yet. These people are so nice, and they even delivered it to my door." Black Widow flew up from the sky and said with a sweet smile.
For a while, the sound of anger could not be heard, and murderous villagers kept coming, and their words were more bloody and cruel than the last. After a while, hundreds of people came, and almost all the villagers came.
In the past six months, Fang Yan has always felt that these people are easy to get along with and are not like evil people. Today, he finally knows why these usually peaceful people have brought such a bad reputation to the village...
"I said Xue Renyao, why don't you go to our village to find death by robbing homes and houses in the "poor mountains and rivers"? Little Yanzi owes me wine and can't leave, haha." The old monk said rudely.
He said to the white-haired old man, "Have you forgotten how the 'Killing Village' got its name?"
When the white-haired old man named Xue Renyao in the void heard this, his face suddenly became uncertain. Unexpectedly, I thought I wanted a child who was not from the Killing Village. It was extremely simple and had huge benefits. I guessed that the Killing Village would not
I would go into a big fight with myself over such a trivial matter. But I didn't expect that things would develop like this and these people would have such a tough attitude.
Fang Yan was extremely moved. He never expected that the whole village would mobilize like this for an insignificant person like himself.
"I'm willing to trade the thousand-year-old medicinal herb and spiritual crystal for the child. You guys can see it's feasible." Huang Hai felt that the situation was wrong. He had planned to kill Fang Yan this time, and he must not be left alone. So he added.
"This donor has committed a lot of sins. I don't know what kind of heavenly treasure you want to exchange for. We can sit down and discuss it." A middle-aged monk with a bright head, wearing monk's robes and clasped hands came out of the crowd. He seemed to have a Buddhist style.
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Fang Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and then when he saw the person speaking, his heart dropped again. He really wanted to go up and give this living treasure a kick...
(The second chapter is here...Brothers, if you think it's okay, just give it a try, the results will be dismal)