I have many teachers

Chapter 55 Mr. Ying's Second Practice

On the top of the snow-covered lonely peak, the heavy Buddhist bell in Shaolin Temple was struck. Respect him, take half a step back from him, and stand silently as if guarding an elder.

After an unknown period of time, Mr. Ying slowly turned his body sideways, his face seemed to be infected by the chill of the wind and snow, and became stern again. He glanced at Wang Anfeng, as if nothing had happened just now, and said:
"I just said the first point. My requirements are not high. As long as you can be ranked among the top [-] Shaolin disciples in the past century, you can go out of the mountain and enter the rivers and lakes."

"'Technology' can make you go forward undefeated, but there are too many ways to kill people in the world, and some people never fight you head-on. If you don't want to fall down on the road and lose your life inexplicably, you have to be able to find those people in the crowd. An assassin who wants to kill you and then quickly."

Wang Anfeng looked solemn, clasped his fists and shook off the frost and snow, and said:
"Also ask sir to advise."

Mr. Ying turned around, looked at him and said, "If you have murderous thoughts in your heart, you will naturally attract your aura. If you can detect the subtle murderous aura, you will be able to detect [-]% of the crisis in the world."

Wang Anfeng was taken aback when he heard the words, he had seen the words of qi in Jiang Shouyi's collection.

The so-called one-element movement and transformation qi, in the sky, flows around the six voids, and in the earth, everything happens. It can be said to be mysterious and mysterious. Even if Jiang Shouyi explained it in an essay, he couldn't understand it, because he had never been in contact with it, and he was even somewhat skeptical. machine exists.

The sky and the earth are so vast, and the aura is mysterious and rare, but people are like dust compared to the sky and the earth, wouldn't it be more difficult to capture the murderous aura?Not to mention the hidden qi machine.

Mr. Ying could tell what was going on in his mind just by looking at his expression, and said with a sneer:

"Don't worry, this is the only thing that is the easiest to teach you."

Wang Anfeng's face burned slightly, and he said:
"Then thank you in advance..."

Before the sound fell, it stopped abruptly, the boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole world instantly darkened in his eyes, the boundless wind and snow became more and more violent, but it also became more deadly, between the world, only his heart beat faster Faster and louder.

Everything surrounded the stern scribe, who was dressed in a stern blue shirt, and grew taller until it filled the whole world. His eyes looked at him calmly and indifferently. A look of struggle appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, but it disappeared in just a moment. , Consciousness was pulled by fear and fell into the boundless abyss.

On the isolated peak, the boy's body swayed slightly, and he fell straight forward. With a flick of Mr. Ying's sleeve, a gentle force lifted him to the ground gently.

In the wind and snow, two figures came through the air. Yuan Ci stepped on the void, and the energy directly divided the snow in the sky into two. He stepped beside Wang Anfeng, squatted down and checked for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of anger. Get up and drink:
"What are you doing?!"

"Teach him to kill."

The scribe in a blue shirt stepped sideways, watching the snowstorm cover the mountains leisurely, and said casually:
"Murderous aura comes from the heart. Since it is aimed at the human body, if he resists it several times a day, even though he is still stupidly unable to understand what aura is, his body is already capable of instinctively responding to the murderous aura."

"That's the easiest way."

The corner of the scribe's mouth curled slightly, and said:
"At that time, no matter who has murderous intentions towards him, even if he has the secret technique to restrain most of it, he will be like a firefly in the night before his eyes."

"None can escape."

Yuan Ci was speechless and angry, but Wang Anfeng was not harmed, so he had to give the young man some internal strength to warm him up. Wu Changqing stroked his beard and gave Wang Anfeng his pulse, and said with a smile:
"Master Yuanci don't need to worry. Just now An Feng fought against the battle memories left by those young heroes in the past. His already exhausted body has reached its limit. Mr. Ying sealed his five senses with murderous aura and fell into a deep sleep. It was frightened for a while, but it is of great benefit to the recovery of the body."

"In recent days, he has been practicing harder and harder. It is also a good thing to have a good rest."

Yuan Ci nodded slightly, carefully picked up Wang Anfeng, and walked slowly towards the vacant monk's house on the mountain. Within three feet, there was no wind and snow. Wu Changqing watched him disappear. Without the figure of the scholar in green shirt, he couldn't help being slightly startled, then smiled and shook his head, looking at the snow-shrouded Shaoshi Mountain, remembering something, first smiled, then sighed slowly.

"The rivers and lakes..."

Turning around and leaving, Wei Gong's body disappeared into the falling snow, the sigh was crushed by the wind and snow, and scattered into the Shaolin Mountains.

I don't know how long it took before Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes. Before the sense of fear reappeared, he was swept away by another gentle breath. The boy's constricted pupils returned to normal. The candlelight was warm and he was covered with a bed. The thick quilt, beside Yuan Ci was looking at him with a smile, and said gently:
"It seems that you are really tired. Is it a bit hard to practice during this time?"

Wang Anfeng felt warm in his heart, shook his head, and said with a smile:
"It's not bitter, Master."

The monk raised his hand and rubbed his hair, hesitated for a while, and said:
"Is it really not bitter..."

"If you are really tired, you can relax and don't force yourself."

"Yeah, it's okay, Master."

Outside the monk's room.

In the direction of the pharmacy, Wu Changqing walked slowly towards the monk's room with a medicinal porridge in his hand, which added some medicinal materials beneficial to Wang Anfeng's recovery, and then used his internal strength to keep the heat from dispersing.

Although Mr. Ying was the one who revived him, and Yuan Ci was the one who broke it all down and explained it clearly to him, but looking back to the source, everything was because of that young man, so he also cared a lot about Wang Anfeng, In addition, the young man's temperament was quite against him, so after the young man fell asleep, the old man took the initiative to go to the Shaolin pharmacy to get some medicinal materials, and mixed some mushroom ingredients to make a medicinal porridge.

Stepping into the courtyard, I saw Mr. Ying in a green shirt sitting on the top of the monk's room. The moon was hanging high, and the hem of his clothes moved with the wind, which made the scribe's expression look more deserted and indifferent. Having already noticed Wu Changqing, he turned his head to look at him. Just as the latter was about to speak, a cold voice sounded in his ear:
"The kid is awake, let him go early."

"After all, this is not his world. It's fine to stay here for a while, but not for too long."

Wu Changqing stroked his long beard, smiled warmly, and said:
"Why don't you tell me yourself, sir?"

The voice fell, but Xueluo was the only one who answered silently. The green-clothed scholar who was still there just now had long since disappeared. Only the bright moon was in the sky, making it brighter and colder.

Wu Changqing opened his mouth slightly, and gave a forced smile, so he had to lightly knock on the wooden door of the monk's room with the medicine porridge in his hand, and said:
"Master Yuanci, An Feng, this is an old man."

The wooden door creaked open, the old man rushed to open the door, Yuan Ci nodded, walked in with a smile, and closed the wooden door, the candlelight reflected the three people's reflections, and the old man's warm voice was faintly heard:

"Come, come, and taste the old man's craft."

"I haven't cooked in person for 20 years, don't be disgusted, don't be disgusted, haha."

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