I have many teachers

Chapter 6 Uncle Li
Seeing the sluggishness on the faces of those children gradually turned into shock, and then an uncontrollable sense of pride—on the big banquet, in front of thousands of nobles and even female relatives, let a party of Zhongxing heroes dance like an actor to add to the fun, A king recites a poem together, and the grandeur shown in a short sentence almost blows his face.

The vast Qin Dynasty is rising like the sun!
"You brat..."

The old man dragged Wang Anfeng over, and said angrily: "I have raised you for so long for nothing, and you treat me like this?!"

Wang Anfeng scratched his head and said honestly:
"Uncle Li, no matter how hungry you are, you can't lie to your child to eat. My father said that a gentleman doesn't eat cheap food..."

"Also, I am raising you..."

"you you you you!"

The old man was blocked, and he blew his beard and stared at him angrily. Finally, he raised his hand and gave the young man a hard shudder. A slight surprise appeared in his pupils. On the top of his head, he was pressed to sit on the ground, his black hair was messed up like a cat, his slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, and he laughed like a normal person:
"Let's continue talking. We were interrupted by this stinky brat. We won't talk about any interesting stories about the imperial court. Let's talk about Qingfeng's joyful rivers and lakes cooking wine, and talk about the many knights who rule the world!"

"Okay, okay!"

"I want to listen to Qinglian swordsman who is both poetic and swordsman!"

"You should listen to the peerless thief who is stepping into the void!"

Whether it is a boy or a quieter girl, when he hears the word Jianghu, his pupils are about to light up, and Wang Anfeng, who was pressed on the ground by the old man, is also slightly taken aback, and he is inexplicable about the Jianghu matter that he didn't care much about originally. There was a feeling of anticipation, without struggling, just sitting next to the old man like that, the latter squinted at him, and smiled, with the wine gourd in his hand as a gavel, he slapped hard, his eyebrows and eyes swept across the four directions, cadenced typical:
"Today, let's not talk about the Poetry and Sword Shuangjue, nor the peerless thief, let's talk about the many sects behind these master knights who play games in the world!"

"The world is stable. My Daqin has seven sects, standing on the vast rivers and mountains. Among them, there are many masters, and they are all on the world's peerless list. Every generation has the splendor of each generation, and each generation has more. Among them, if we talk about the way of swordsmanship, the Tianshan Mountains are as cold as the Tianshan Mountains, lonely and fierce, and swordsmen all over the world respect it as a holy place. Junxiu is even more proficient in the six arts of a gentleman, and each has its own unique skills."

"Under the seven major sects, the number of sects is not clear, and the way of practice also has its own characteristics, but it still cannot escape from the path of the martial sage thousands of years ago when he discussed martial arts."

There was a slight pause in the voice, the eyes of the old man flicked over the faces of those children, and when he saw the expressions of longing, he smiled again, and said slowly: "In the beginning, there is a difference between internal and external, and external martial arts, with physical fitness as the first priority. , Qi and blood are majestic, and when practiced to great success, it is often enough to resist swords and swords with flesh and blood, while internal martial arts is to use the technique of breathing and exhaling to raise a piece of internal energy in the body. It is not inferior to outsiders, and it is more flexible to move and move."

"It's a pity that although the internal energy is strong, it will eventually be exhausted. However, the physical strength of the external masters is strong enough to compare with the wild beasts outside the mountains. When the two fight, if the internal martial arts cannot subdue the opponent before the internal energy is exhausted, their lives are in danger. Yea, and external kung fu fighters can't beat their opponents hard, they can only carry on and exhaust the opponent's internal energy, so as to have a chance of victory."

Wang Anfeng was thoughtful when he heard the words, felt the warm air in his body, and suddenly realized that Master Yuanci cultivated the inner energy line, not focusing on physical fitness. The old man beside him glanced at him, smiled slightly, and agreed He didn't continue to talk about the next realm of practice, but changed the subject and talked about those young heroes in the Jianghu who had already had anecdotes spread during the foundation building stage. He spoke so eloquently that the children below were fascinated.

It wasn't until the sun was burning above his head, and the voices of parents shouted from the village, that the old man smacked his mouth and said no more. Seeing that these children had no more stories to listen to, they all carried their buttocks down. The old man slouched on his wicker chair, put the wine gourd on the stone table beside him, and said slowly:
"Tell me, brat, where did that stream of internal energy in your body come from?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, took the old man's gourd skillfully, turned around and poured another gourd of light wine into the jar, and replied honestly: "Did you see it?"

"nonsense!"

The old man glared at him fiercely, pointed to his own eyes, and said angrily:

"Old man, I'm not blind yet!"

"The eyes are shining brightly, and the aura is lively. This is obviously the reaction of cultivating inner strength, even a small achievement of inner strength, and the reaction after the transformation of true energy. You kid, you even hide it from me. You really deserve to fight!"

"Li Bo, you have really good eyesight."

Wang Anfeng scratched his head, handed the wine gourd in his hand to the old man, and said sincerely, "You can know everything at a glance..."

"Tch, of course, don't look at who I am."

The old man Li squinted his eyes, and took the wine gourd handed by the young man with a face full of complacency, but some cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and he muttered in his heart: "Grandma's, almost capsized in the gutter, let him Knowing that I sensed that ray of internal energy only when I touched his body, I couldn't hold back my face..."

"It's dangerous, dangerous..."

Lifting the wine gourd and pouring it into his mouth, the old man stretched his brows and eyes, his right hand was resting on the back of the chair, his white hair was dancing wildly like a wild lion, and he looked like an outsider, and asked slowly:
"Be honest, brat."

"How long have you been practicing this internal skill?"

Wang Anfeng scratched his head, embarrassedly said: "More than four hours... right?"

"I'm so good at giving pointers... Puff!"

Just now, the old man who looked like an expert spit out the wine directly, and then coughed violently, his old face flushed, which shocked Wang Anfeng, and hurried up to put his hands on the old man's back to help him breathe, but Seeing the old man throw the wine gourd in his hand, he cursed:
"Ahem, ahem, a leaf fell from the gourd that cost a thousand knives, and it almost got into the throat, ahem, ahem!"

His face was full of resentment, but he gasped in his heart as if he had seen a ghost: "Four hours? Four hours?! This brat never lied, and he didn't feel that he had the inner strength of cultivation. Could it be true? It only took four hours?"

"Is it possible that this bastard's talent is really so terrifying? Compared with the martial arts geniuses of the seven major sects?!"

"Did I miss it back then?!"

At this time, Wang Anfeng had already picked up the wine gourd, fetched well water to wash it, the old man rolled his eyes and landed on the young man, wanting to ask where he learned the kung fu from. But no matter how talented he is, without the support of an expert, he will definitely not be able to cultivate internal strength, and it is absolutely taboo in Jianghu to inquire about the master of the sect at will, and the internal energy is masculine and upright, and it is definitely not the method of the evil sect. After thinking for a long time, Had to give up this idea.

But this thought disappeared, and another thought floated up slowly. The old man looked at Wang Anfeng's figure, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Uncle Li, I washed the gourd for you. This is pork from the owner's house. I put it here for you."

At this moment, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, turned around a few steps, put the cleaned wine gourd on the stone table, next to the pork wrapped in oil paper, then smiled at the old man and said:

"Uncle Li, I still have some firewood to sell in my room, so I'll go back first. If you don't have enough, just tell me and I'll bring it to you."

"Go, go, I can't live without you at my age?"

The old man rolled his eyes and waved his hands to tell him to roll away. He huddled on the rattan chair, watching the boy leave, wondering what he was thinking, his eyes were calm and peaceful, and the breeze blew his pale messy hair into disorder. , as if fused with this lonely small courtyard, he suddenly sighed softly, picked up the gourd and took a sip, his expression was slightly stiff, he smashed the gourd on the ground with his backhand, and yelled:

"Wine?!"

"Old Lizi is bluffing me again, good wine smells like light wine, light wine smells like well water!"

"I, I demolished your little broken building!"

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