Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 191 Border Boy

Going westward day by day.

Xiao Feng has passed on all the formulas for beating dogs with sticks to Yan Bugui.

"In this way, one of Xiao's worries has been settled." Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, if the Beggar Clan is in trouble in the future, Yan will help you." Yan Bugui is not very interested in the position of the leader of the Beggar Clan, but in the future it will be useful to the largest sect in the world. If there is a chance, It doesn't hurt to sell a favor.

A'Zhu asked: "Brother Xiao, when should we go find Mrs. Ma?"

"Don't worry. You have just been reunited with your parents and sisters. You should spend more time with them. Mrs. Ma can't run away." Xiao Feng was already 80% convinced that the leading brother was Abbot Xuanci.

Going to see Mrs. Ma was just for verification, and I was no longer as anxious as before.

"Brother Xiao, thank you." A'Zhu was touched and happy seeing how considerate he was.

Looking at the affectionate two people, Yan Bugui felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He didn't want to disturb the two of them, so he walked aside to consolidate the dog-beating stick technique he had just learned.

Because of the harsh training conditions of the "Yi Jin Jing", Yan Bugui had originally given up hope on it. Unexpectedly, perhaps because they both belong to Shaolin martial arts, it was actually the same as the Hunyuan from "The Golden Bell". The diamond bodies are fused together.

"Shen Zu Jing" is still absorbed by "Little Immortality Secret".

After a while, as the longevity energy traveled through the meridians throughout his body, he felt a warm feeling in his internal organs, and then this warmth slowly spread to his limbs and bones.

The weather suddenly changed and the sunset was gradually obscured by dark clouds.

The heavy rain was approaching, so everyone stayed at Xiaojing Lake.

Yan Bugui sat cross-legged on the bed, and his consciousness entered the interior scene.

A'Zhu was called back to the bamboo house by Ruan Xingzhu. Mother and daughter had been separated for more than ten years and had too much to say.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

One of Yan Bugui and Xiao Feng was a lifesaver, and the other was the prince's uncle. Naturally, they could not be neglected.

As soon as he started using it, he felt that the energy in his body was much more lively, and it was running more smoothly than before, which surprised him greatly.

Duan Zhengchun was squeezed out by Ruan Xingzhu, mother and daughter.

the other side.

From the inside out, it feels like you are in a hot spring!

Yan Bugui was surprised. This feeling that had never appeared before meant that the "Yi Jin Jing" had worked.

Sangong failed to find the baby's parents, so the vacant room was given to Yan Bugui, Xiao Feng and Duan Zhengchun.

In addition to Ruan Xingzhu's three bamboo houses in the bamboo forest, there are several other newly built bamboo houses nearby, where Duan Zhengchun's three men and four guards live.

In the dark room, Yan Bugui slowly opened his eyes, and then closed them again, activating the new mental method of using the "Hunyuan Vajra Body" of longevity.

When Xiao Feng had nothing to do, he took out the secret manual of "The Divine Foot Sutra" and started reading it, and tried to practice according to the postures on it.

When he was looking through the Yi Jin Jing secret book in the morning, he translated and recorded the contents of the two scriptures.

Yan Bugui once had personal experience of the subtlety of this Kung Fu. Looking at what he has learned, it can only be broken by the Dugu Nine Swords. It is truly a top-notch skill in the martial arts.

At night, it rained heavily.

Now that Xiao Feng has taught him the secret, it can be said to be a fruitful harvest.

The Kung Fu of the "Yi Jin Jing" links the veins of the body and connects the spirit of the five internal organs. It circulates without being scattered and moves continuously. Qi is generated from within and blood is moistened from the outside. It is indeed very useful in strengthening the body.

But how does it get rid of the limitation of "the mind has no dwelling place"?

After Yan Bugui thought hard for a long time, he reluctantly came up with a reasonable explanation.

When others practice the Yi Jin Jing, they follow the scriptures. The book is the master and the person is the follower.

However, Yan Bugui has gathered many unique skills into one, such as "Shenzhao Jing", "Nine Yin Manual", "Marriage Clothes Magic", "Mingyu Magic", and "Five Ultimate Magic", none of them may be defeated by "Yi Jin Jing" 》, the foundation of internal strength is extremely strong.

Therefore, when you come to him, you become a person who meets the scriptures. The master and slave are reversed, and even if they don't want to, they can only act according to his rules.

Nothing happened all night, the heavy rain stopped until early morning.

The morning sun is rising, and the morning light comes in through the window.

Yan Bugui's body, almost curled up into a ball, slowly stretched out from the bed.

This is a unique practice posture of Shenzu Jing. After a night of practice, the growth rate of true energy is indeed three points faster than before.

But for the eighth level "Little Immortality Secret" and the ninth level "Hunyuan Diamond Body", it is still a drop in the bucket.

When one's internal strength has reached his level, it's really hard to make rapid progress by leaps and bounds.

After stretching, Yan Bugui thought to himself that it was time for him to find some outside help.

While thinking, his eyes fell on the sacred wooden king tripod.

Seeing this thing, he couldn't help but think of You Tanzhi, and then he thought of Ice Silkworm.

The sky is bright.

Ruan Xingzhu has already prepared breakfast. After meal.

Yan Bugui put the Hidden Edge Box on his back again: "Everyone, I have benefited a lot from this good meeting. Unfortunately, Yan has something to do and cannot stay for a long time. We will meet again someday."

Duan Zhengchun said in surprise: "So sudden? Where are brothers Yan going?"

"North." Yan Bugui vaguely remembered that ice silkworms appeared in the Liao Kingdom.

Xiao Feng asked: "Is there anything I need Xiao's help with?"

"It's not a big deal, so I won't bother you. Everyone, Yan takes his leave." Yan Bugui cupped his hands and left the bamboo forest under the watch of everyone.

Watching his leaving figure, Ah Zi felt an inexplicable feeling of loss in her heart.

Although this eldest brother likes to preach and even poison himself, for some reason, Azi feels more familiar with him than her parents, whom she has just met.

Herod~

The roar of the black wind suddenly sounded, and everyone could vaguely see a black shadow quickly moving away from the bamboo forest.

After leaving Xiaojing Lake, Yan Bugui went straight to Nanjing, Liao Kingdom. That is the city of Yanjing in later generations.

On this day, he came to Zhuozhou.

When passing a hill, I suddenly heard howling and the sound of horse hooves coming from ahead.

Yan Bugui immediately urged Heifeng to rush over.

I saw a group of about a hundred Liao soldiers, driving herds of cattle and sheep towards Nanjing City.

The horses of the Liao soldiers were filled with all kinds of valuable cloth and silk objects.

Behind the herds of cattle and sheep were more than a hundred prisoners dressed as people from the Song Dynasty. Their hands were tied with hemp ropes and they were connected in a string. There were men and women, old and young, and they were no different from cattle and sheep.

As the black wind quickly approached, the sound of hoofbeats attracted the attention of the Liao soldiers.

"What a good horse!" After seeing Heifeng, the commander of the Liao army suddenly lit up, his greedy eyes fully revealed.

The tribesmen around him heard the elegant meaning of the string song and immediately raised their whips and clap their horses, cheering loudly and surrounding Yan Bugui.

"Is this the so-called grass-killing valley?" Yan Bugui seemed not to see the Liao troops surrounding him from all directions.

When they got closer, the sword case behind them suddenly popped open, and the inner strength came out through the back. The Boqing sword left its sheath with a clang and bounced into the air.

Under the sunlight, the sword's body glowed with a cold light like electricity.

The Liao army was unconsciously attracted and looked up, and saw Yan Bugui soaring into the sky from his horse. The moment he caught the sword, it turned into a blurry afterimage and flew towards them.

The leader was the first to bear the brunt. With a "click", the spear in his hand and the head on his neck were broken at the same time, and he fell off the horse.

The Liao army was shocked.

In a panic, Yan Bugui turned around in front of the surrounding Liao army, and then rushed straight towards the Liao army commander.

bang bang bang...

The Liao troops who formed the encirclement circle followed the movement of their horses, and more than 20 people fell to the ground one after another.

The remaining Liao army, looking at Yan Bugui's strange and ghost-like movement and speed, even though it was daytime and the sun was shining brightly in the sky, they still felt a deep chill that shot straight from the soles of their feet to the sky.

laugh……

The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart continued to sound, and the Liao army's armor was as brittle as tissue paper under the peerless edge of the Boqing Sword.

A few moments.

The Liao army fell upon them all, and the Boqing sword was not stained with blood. With a clang, Yan Bugui took the sword back into its scabbard.

"My benefactor..."

When the captured Song people saw this, they immediately shouted and cried with joy.

"Saved!" "God has eyes." "Bodhisattva bless you."

They looked at Yan Bugui as if they were watching a god descending to earth, full of gratitude and piety, and he fell to his knees while he was speaking.

Yan Bugui hurriedly persuaded them to get up, but these people escaped death and were grateful to him, so there was no way he could persuade them.

"Alas~" Yan Bugui sighed helplessly, and could only let them go, and untied the hemp ropes on everyone's body.

After a long time, everyone dispersed with the cattle, sheep and property that originally belonged to them.

Only a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long and thin face, a pointed chin, and a weathered face, remained where he was.

After everyone left, the young man came to Yan Bugui and knelt down with a plop.

"Please, hero, accept me as your disciple."

(End of this chapter)