Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 23 The Inner Sect Disciple
Luoyan Peak. Yanwei Valley Courtyard

Chen Qingping was sitting at the head of the hall, flipping through a book, as if he was extremely focused.

He just glanced at the door from time to time, obviously not thinking about the book.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he also turned a page in the book in his hand.

"Master, the disciple is back."

When Huang Lin entered the room, he saw the old man turning the pages.

It's just that it seems to be turning back?

"Well, it's good to be back, I've only been there for nine days, why don't you stay at home more?"

Chen Qingping didn't raise his head, he looked at the book in his hand and spoke.

"I'm missing Master, and there are always many voices in my mind urging me to go back to the mountain."

Huang Lin acted cute, and then asked:

"Master, are those brothers' wives and children outside?"

"Yes, your senior brother's family lives a little below. That's fine, don't mess around here, you're covered in dust and dirt, so hurry up and wash up and eat."

Only then did the old man raise his eyes, and seeing Huang Lin's messy and exhausted appearance, he waved him out impatiently.

"Disciples come as they go."

After Huang Lin went out, Chen Qingping threw the book on the desk, and his expression softened.

The Golden Crow finally fell, and the last afterglow dissipated at the end, and the night took the opportunity to spread.

In the small courtyard of Yanwei Valley, the lights were already on.

There were eight or nine dishes on the dinner table, all made by Luan Qingrou and Pei Qiuchen.

Chen Qingping and Luan Qingrou sat at the top.

On the left are Fang Buwen and Huang Lin.

On the right are Pei Qiuchen and Xiao Fangcheng.

People in the martial arts world don't have so many rules.

While eating and drinking, we chatted about trivial matters.

Xiao Fangcheng blinked his black eyes and looked at Huang Lin curiously, and only took two bites of food after being beaten by Pei Qiuchen occasionally.

"Lin'er, how about the name change when you go back this time?"

Chen Qingping ate two mouthfuls of food, picked up the wine cup and took a sip, then looked at Huang Lin and asked.

"Master, I have discussed it with my family. I don't need to change my name. If you don't have a lin, you can be a lin. It doesn't matter."

Huang Lin quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.

Xiao Fang Cheng, who was on the opposite side, giggled and was beaten by Pei Qiuchen again.

After confirming the name, Chen Qingping arranged for Huang Lin's practice.

"Then I will take you to record the file tomorrow, and then go to Yanwei Waterfall to practice martial arts with my teacher."

"Yes, Master."

Finally, it's time to seriously practice martial arts!
Huang Lin grilled rice with extra vigor.

"I heard from Buwen, did you see blood when you went back this time?"

Huang Lin was stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a chicken wing, but he paused for three or four times before picking up the chicken wing.

Put the chicken wings back into the bowl, then looked up at the old man and replied:
"It's an embarrassment for you, disciple will get used to it as soon as possible."

"What's the shame? When your brother saw blood for the first time, he was stupid for three whole days."

Luan Qingrou frowned slightly, and stared at the old man on the left with reproach in her eyes.

Chen Qingping seemed to be aware of it.

Fang Buwen was drinking some wine, when he saw the head of the conversation was on him, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, he glanced innocently at the master next to him, then turned to his wife, and was about to deny it, but was glared back by his wife.

Just three days, three days, what you said is right.

"Seeing that it's getting cold, I'll measure you tomorrow and prepare some winter clothes."

Master Huang Lin understood what Mistress wanted to change the subject, and glanced gratefully.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

These days, he has been avoiding the bloody scene that day, but now that he is aroused by the master, his taste is gone.

Looking at the chicken wings in the bowl, for some reason, those stumps and broken arms kept dangling in front of my eyes.

Luan Qingrou glared at the old man again, and reached out to pick up a chopstick of vegetables for Huang Lin.

"Junior brother, I heard that you stole the limelight in this outer sect competition. From now on, it would be great if my Cheng'er was half as successful as you."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, Pei Qiuchen talked about the big competition the day before yesterday.

In just over ten days, the ceremony of holding the sword has already spread in the inner sect, and he, the instigator, has gained some reputation among the inner sect disciples.

"Senior Sister, the prize is too much. The outside door is full of children playing around, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Huang Lin's mouth was modest, but he didn't hold back the gleam in his eyes.

Chen Qingping was about to reprimand, but Luan Qingrou who was beside him took the conversation away:
"Lin'er's few competitions were really good. But don't be complacent. In the future, you will learn a lot of things when you practice martial arts with your master, such as complete inner strength, Huashan swordsmanship, the use of inner strength, etc., everything You have to work hard, but don't lose your master's face."

"Yes, Mistress, this disciple must study hard to win face for Master and Mistress."

Chen Qingping was robbed, and after drinking silently, he asked Xiang Fang Buwen:

"In more than a month, it will be the Inner Sect Grand Competition. This year, you will be watching from the audience again?"

"What's there to participate in? I'm a low-level low hand, what are you doing up there?"

Holding the wine cup, Fang Buwen shook his head and said.

Huang Lin couldn't believe it when he heard it.

With a wave of the hand, two basketball-sized mud balls can be swept away for more than ten meters.

People who hide can be found from a long distance.

Talk in a convertible from sixty or seventy yards and sound the same as indoors.

Is this called low hand?

Is Xiaoao's strength so high?

Isn't this the modified version of Xiaoao?
Huang Lin fell into deep doubt.

It's a pity that it's been more than a year, and he hasn't seen a real fight, and he doesn't have a standard of measurement for his senior brother's force value.

I kept thinking about this in my mind, and didn't even pay attention to what the master and brother said later.

Unconsciously, he finished eating the vegetables in the bowl, picked up the chicken wings below, and brought back a few pieces of meat.

When Luan Qingrou and Pei Qiuchen found out, he almost finished the big bowl of beef in front of him.

The two were a little unbelievable.

Obviously, he didn't dare to eat the food made by Chen Qingping's words just now, and now he will eat meat one after another.

Are geniuses so ignorant?
Can even ignore the physiological reaction?

Both of them couldn't help but recall how they reacted when they saw blood for the first time.

When Huang Lin regained consciousness, he was already lying on the bed, and he didn't know how he got back.

The next day, the senior brother took him to a small hall next to the Jianzong meeting hall.

In the hands of an elder named Shan Qingyuan, he registered and received a disciple ID card, officially becoming an inner disciple of the Huashan School.

Looking at the ordinary wooden sign in his hand, "Huashan. Huang" is engraved on the front, and the word "Jianzong" and a set of numbers are on the back.

Unfortunately, the serial number is not 9527.

This thing looks simple, but it is really convenient.

One day he hung up outside, and someone came to Huashan with this wooden sign. The simple information on the door can be used to check the identity of the owner of the wooden sign against the archives, so as to determine whether he is missing, trapped, or dead.

Go back to Goosetail Valley.

He was about to go to the waterfall when he was stopped by his wife.

Open your hands and turn around.
After being fiddled with to measure the size, he was released.

"My Huashan school was founded in the Southern Song Dynasty. It has been more than [-] years, and the old man's generation has been twelve generations. The patriarch Guangning Zhenren is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen. Because there are many people who are attached to the Yuan in the teaching, the patriarch is here. Created my Huashan faction."

Chen Qingping sat cross-legged on the stone by the pool, the mountain wind blew up his clothes, and the tips of his hair fluttered along with it, looking like a fairy.

"I have a lot of martial arts, what do you want to learn?"

After Chen Qingping briefly introduced Huashan School, he asked Huang Lin.

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There is no introduction of any martial arts, how to choose this?
Huang Lin rubbed his head, thought for a while and said:

"Master, do I have any good lightness skills to learn?"

Learn some hidden weapons later, as long as you can't catch up with me, I can kill you with a kite.

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Chen Qingping had a toothache.

The Huashan School has both swordsmanship, swordsmanship and boxing techniques, and even two sets of stick techniques, but the lightness kung fu is a bit hard to describe.

Shouldn't have asked this question!
"As a disciple of Jianzong, you should learn swordsmanship!"

Forcibly changing the topic, Chen Qingping didn't seem to notice it.

Huang Lin looked at the old man speechlessly.

After talking for a long time, I just want to learn Huashan swordsmanship and mind method.

You will be sprayed with water in a certain novel like this!

Sure enough, the old man really told him the "Huashan Mind Method" sentence by sentence.

"Huashan Heart Method", as the foundational internal strength of Huashan School, was born out of "Quanxin Method".

The lower limit is low, the upper limit is high, Zhongzheng is peaceful, and the victory lies in safety.

For other exercises, if the meridian is accidentally strayed while carrying it, it will vomit blood in light cases, and paralyze and lose all power in severe cases.

And "Huashan Heart Method", as long as you don't deliberately draw your inner breath to the fork, at most you will vomit blood in the meridians, and you will be alive and kicking after a few days of rest.

The disadvantage is also obvious, the accumulation of internal strength is abnormally slow.

Take "Hunyuan Gong" as an example, one Zhou Tian can surpass the three Zhou Tian of "Huashan Heart Method"!
Therefore, most inner disciples will switch to "Hunyuan Gong" or "Baoyuan Jin" after reaching a certain level.

Compared with the fragments learned by the outer sect, the accumulation speed of internal force in the complete version of "Huashan Heart Method" has increased by nearly ten times, and the refined internal force is more concise.

No wonder there was so much difference when I asked Tang Bukai and Ai Bubing for advice.

Dare to love is not only a matter of practice time.

With Chen Qingping's support, Huang Lin moved Zhou Tian with a new mentality.

Sure enough, the internal force increased during a week was much higher than before, and the internal energy was also much gentler during the transfer.

"Huashan Sword Art" was also born out of "Quanzhen Sword Art".

What Huang Lin learned in the outer sect was only thirteen basic postures.

One trick is one trick, there is no change, and there is no connection between each other.

In the words of the previous life, it was a show of performance.

And the inner sect's "Huashan Sword Art" perfectly made up for these shortcomings.

For example, there are nine changes in the "Greeting Cangsong" in the opening hand, and other moves are connected according to the actual situation.

And these are the essence, the secret of a sect's inheritance.

Only then did he understand a little bit why Linghu Chong and Feng Qingyang had such a big difference in their reactions when they thought about the scene in the Yashi Cave when watching Xiaoao.

The so-called death and resurrection probably refers to the change of this sword move.

You can break my move "Boundless Falling Tree", but this move has six or seven changes in the follow-up, and there are changes within the changes. It can be described as endless, how can you break it?

After studying the entire "Huashan Sword Art" wholeheartedly.

I found an opportunity to silently write out my heart and sword techniques, reflected them on the deduction disk, and then took the opportunity of trying to be a beggar chicken, and threw them page by page into the fire.

It was like returning to the time when I first entered the outer door, practicing sword in the morning and cultivating mental skills in the afternoon.

It's just that at that time, I was taking a big class, and this would be a private lesson.

Occasionally in doubt, you can ask the teacher at any time.

Chen Qingping will explain carefully every time, so that he can understand something.

He doesn't know what other people's masters are like, but the old man really has nothing to say to him.

Until one day at noon, when he was sitting cross-legged by the waterfall and closed his eyes to enter the deduction board, he was awakened by Xiao Fang Cheng's interruption.

Feeling lucky, I immediately decided to change the site!
Yanwei Valley is not only haunted by bear children, but also a stupid dog who occasionally behaves.

So, near the peak, I found a hidden place.

It's a bit cold, but it's better to be safe!

In just one month, Huang Lin has made rapid progress.

Relying on my own efforts, and a little help from Goldfinger.

The internal force of Dantian has been getting thicker and thicker day by day.

Under the ravages of Tang Bukai and Ai Bubing in the deduction disk, the swordsmanship became more and more proficient.

After the old man probed his inner strength and swordsmanship one day, the wine in the altar dropped rapidly.

At the end of the new year, the Huashan Inner Gate Grand Competition will be held soon
(End of this chapter)