I have many teachers

Chapter 60 Cultivation
The sky is getting darker, and every winter, the sky in Wangxian County gets dark very early, and it is cold outside, and the villagers who always chat outside the courtyard in summer are also huddled in their houses, and now only the white snow on the ground reflects the moonlight, It's also cool.

Wang Anfeng sent today's timber to Wang Hongyi's yard at night, declined the invitation to stay for dinner, went back to his home, heated up a large pot of food, and took two or three pickles from another earthenware pot, served with rice and pork He ate them all without changing his face.

Frowning slightly, said:

"really……"

"This jar only has [-]% of the taste made by my father, but the one given to Brother Qin is not much different from what my father made back then."

"Hope he likes it."

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, and then meditating until the inner energy in his body was full, Wang Anfeng returned to the Shaolin Temple just now with the Buddhist beads on his wrist. As expected, it was the peak of the lonely peak. The heavy pole set foot on the mountain road.

Although the continuous heavy snow made the mountain road on Shaoshi Mountain even more difficult, but after he himself was chained, he used lightness kung fu almost all the time, and he was already very proficient, so he didn't care.

Yuan Ci looked at the boy's figure going away, looked away, and said:
"Is there really no way?"

Mr. Ying sneered and said:

"Don't you know what happened after he left yesterday?"

"In this world, the ability to turn fakes into real ones is still limited by the original rules. Even a Chixia Sword of the third rank cannot be projected as real. To strengthen the foundation, but the grade is extremely high, there is no way to turn it into reality.”

"But it can't appear in our world, and it's a dream within a dream to bring him into his world."

Yuan Ci was silent, Wu Changqing stroked his beard under his chin, and said doubtfully:
"But isn't sir... the main body of this world? Can't even sir?"

The scribe glanced at him, sneered and said:

"The soul is also the master of the human body. Mr. Wu, you might use Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea?"

The old man was choked, smiled wryly and shook his head:
"It's the old man's poor thinking, and it's difficult for others to do so. Please don't blame me, sir."

The scribe nodded silently, fell silent for a while, and said:

"During this period of time, not only that kid was practicing, but I was also searching for the source of my enlightenment, but I encountered many restrictions..."

"In short, this matter is not simple, there are quite a lot of restrictions, just like breathing in and out, you need to come in and out, not follow one's inclinations. At present, I only know that the upper limit of the projection limit is linked to that kid's cultivation base. If it exceeds..."

Between the five fingers of the scribe, a crystal-clear, uncommon flower slowly emerged, but in an instant, the flower was occupied by dense cracks, gently shattered, and turned into flowing light and flying dust towards this lonely place. under the peak.

Mr. Ying cast his eyes down the mountain along the light and dust, and said lightly:
"Then even a single flower cannot exist."

…………

Today, carrying water to practice is only half of the time in the past, Wang Anfeng was stopped by Mr. Ying, the scribe gave him a light look, and said:
"Follow."

The back of Wang Anfeng's neck felt a little chilly, and he said bravely:
"Sir, I haven't learned the art of medicine and poison today."

"Shall I say it a second time?"

The cold voice made Wang Anfeng shiver, so he had no choice but to put down the iron bucket, and followed behind the middle-aged scribe, without saying a word all the way. When Mr. Ying stopped, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the vigorous three big characters.

Tongren Lane.

Subconsciously, yesterday's battle that was almost ravaged appeared in his mind. Wang Anfeng instinctively retreated half a step, then gritted his teeth, suppressed the instinctive fear in his heart, and saluted the stern scribe, then pushed the door stiffly, and walked out. into this temple.

He is a human being, even though he is better than his peers, he is still a human being after all, and he understands the truth in his heart, but the instinct of flesh and blood is even more real.

Humans will naturally have feelings, love, hate, sadness and joy, and will be frightened by horror. Naturally, human beings will not want to relive the failure of being helpless, let alone a teenager.

Most people are like this, but there are still two who are beyond them. One of them is a person with great ambitions, who, despite the difficulties and obstacles ahead, has an unshakable heart and will face difficulties with perseverance. superior.

The second is because of external spurs.

You cannot defeat the devil.

But another devil can...

The corners of the scribe's mouth curled up slightly in front of Tongren Lane with his hands behind his back, and the hem of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, making him more fierce and lonely.

In Tongren Lane, it was still that opponent, and it was still that majestic voice that said the beginning.

This time Wang Anfeng lasted for 35 breaths, five breaths more than last time.

So he was injured by two more points.

After the end, the candle lights on both sides of the bronze statue were extinguished instantly, and there was no light at once, and only the rapid panting of the young man could be heard. Wang Anfeng held the wall and hesitated for a few breaths. When he opened his mouth, he saw two more people and a huge water tank beside the scribe, and he was slightly taken aback.

Yuanci over there had already waved to him, and Wang Anfeng walked forward, the liquid in the water tank was not clear, but a little brown, emitting a mild medicinal fragrance, which made him relax unconsciously.

Mr. Ying glanced sideways at him and said:
"Jump in, your muscles and bones are now barely able to use medicinal liquid to refine your body, and Wu Laodao will help you heal your wounds with acupuncture and inner qi."

"Study medicine as long as your brain is still working, learn while healing."

"Old Taoist Wu, I leave it to you."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled lightly, saying:
"Don't worry, it's just a small injury, it doesn't matter."

"Feng'er, let's go inside."

As the Supreme Elder of Medicine King Gu, Wu Changqing's internal energy has reached the peak of perfection. In terms of healing, even if his veins and heartbeat are severed, his internal energy is still enough to last his life. At this time, Wang Anfeng is only a skin trauma, and he can recover in a short time. It's all right.

Wang Anfeng was immersed in what Wu Changqing said, but the old man's voice suddenly stopped. The young man was curious and looked sideways, but the old man only smiled at him and took a step back. Wang Anfeng was puzzled, but Mr. Ying said coldly. The voice has already sounded in his ears:

"Come out and enter Tongren Lane."

The young man looked blank for a moment.

"........."

Under that cold gaze, Wang Anfeng entered the Tongren Lane again. It was still the same two rows of red candles, but the opponents continued to rotate again.

The Shaolin Changquan is generally the same, but its style is very different, some are fierce, some are calm, some stand like a rock, or are like a surging river, endless.

He fought for three full hours.

He kept repeating failures and taking medicated baths to heal his injuries. If it wasn't for the relaxation time in between, he would almost become completely numb.

wow-

The medicinal liquid in the bucket became thinner again. Wang Anfeng turned over and walked towards Tongren Lane instinctively, but he was stopped by Mr. Ying before he walked a few steps. He turned around and repeated the scene of last night again. With a direct impact, he closed his five senses and fell into the deepest sleep.

With the help of the young man, Yuan Ci used his internal force to break through the blood stasis for him, and Wu Changqing had already prepared the liquid medicine again, immersed most of the young man's body in it, looked at the two immature eyebrows and eyes, and sighed:
"It's hard for him... But Mr. Ying, Master Yuanci..."

After a slight pause, the old man turned around, looked at the two people beside him, and asked solemnly:
"Don't teach him, just let him hone in actual combat, isn't it a bit inappropriate..."

Yuan Ci glanced at the sleeping boy, and said:

"Old Wu, don't worry too much. Feng'er Shaolin Changquan has been practiced for a long time before. Besides, if there is a problem, I will stop it in time."

The middle-aged scribe looked at the clouds and mists below the mountain with his hands behind his back, his brows were light, and he said:
"You are not good at conquest in the Valley of the Medicine Kings, so leave this to me and Yuanci."

"If we proceed according to Yuan Ci's experience, then at the last moment, Yuan Ci will be his greatest opponent. It's great that there is another wrathful king, Wang Anfeng, in the world."

"But after all, he is not the number one Wang Anfeng in the world."

"Practice a thousand songs and then understand the sound, watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon. I want him to know all kinds of martial arts, and then step by step to walk out of his own path."

"Only by hard work can you be brilliant."

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