I have many teachers

Chapter 66: Transferring to Cultivation Techniques (Thanks to Light and Darkness 0516 million rewards)

Wang Anfeng looked at Li Bo, who was laughing wildly, in a daze. The latter laughed for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed his black hair unceremoniously, his face still had an uncontrollable smile and joy, and said: :
"Boy, go back to your Shaolin and ask your masters."

"How about the martial arts of the Lei Ting branch being taught to you by this old man?"

Although he was ecstatic at the moment, he was still a quack at the bottom of his heart, and he attached great importance to the succession of masters. He paused, and said:

"Although the old man is close to you, after all, it was your master who opened the door of martial arts for you. If he wants to teach you martial arts, he must ask your master for his opinion whether in public or private... Hurry up, boy."

"The old man will reply tomorrow."

Wang Anfeng nodded, and agreed to come down. Although it was getting dark outside, it was not considered late at night. After resting, he simply got up and said goodbye. After Wang Anfeng left, he still laughed loudly, dug out the good wine he had treasured up, and drank it facing the east for several hours alone.

The young man went back to his own room, sat cross-legged on the bed, had many doubts in his heart, raised his right hand, and returned to Shaolin Temple with the string of Buddhist beads. He had just appeared on the top of the isolated peak, and the gazes of Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing were clear. It shot straight over.

Just now Wang Anfeng was in a coma, and Uncle Li appeared directly. In order to avoid exposure in this world, it was inconvenient for them to observe. They only knew that Wang Anfeng was in a coma, and they knew nothing about what happened after that. Watching Wang Anfeng enter the Shaolin Temple at this time, their hearts were finally hanging After settling down, Wu Changqing let out a long breath, slumped on the wooden chair, picked up the teacup and poured cold tea into his mouth.

Yuan Ci took a step forward, and appeared next to Wang Anfeng in an instant. He raised his broad right hand and pressed it directly on the young man's shoulder. A thick and gentle inner force poured into Wang Anfeng's body, wandering through his limbs and bones. , to check the body for him.

When no hidden wounds were discovered, Yuan Ci's face was relieved, but the next moment, the monk's expression froze slightly, and there was a look of disbelief between his brows.

This is……? !

An electric arc suddenly bounced off Wang Anfeng's shoulder, and hit Yuanci's palm like a python. Although it didn't produce any effect, it made Wu Changqing stand up straight with a bang, and another cold gaze fell on Yuanci's hand. onto the boy.

Just now, Mr. Ying, who was looking at the clouds and mist down the mountain, suddenly stepped out with a cold expression, and appeared behind Wang Anfeng in a blink of an eye. He raised his hand and pressed on the young man's left shoulder. On the palm of the hand, the scribe's eyes narrowed slightly, he withdrew his palm, and said:
"Where did your thunder come from?"

Wang Anfeng didn't know how to explain it, so he had to repeat what Uncle Li said, and carefully mentioned the latter's request. The scholar and Yuan Ci looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said:

"When you leave this matter, I will give you an answer."

"Now, go practice."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, but because of his prestige, he had no choice but to salute, picked up the iron bucket on the side again, and walked down the mountain. Mr. Ying looked at the young man who was going away, frowned slightly, and said:

"What do you think that is?"

Yuan Ci was silent for a while, and said:

"I don't know... But in terms of its performance, it's more like the passive effect produced after the top-level kung fu entered the room."

"But the golden bell cover needs to break through six levels to have a similar effect, and it is definitely not thunder."

"He just started."

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and said with a frown, "The medicinal materials first, and then the 'spiritual thing' and 'spiritual rhyme', this world is indeed very different from ours..."

"Indeed."

Yuan Ci nodded, then turned to look at the stern-looking scribe beside him, and said:

"As far as I know, Wudang Zixiao Palace is the only one in the Jianghu that has the unique art to attract thunder... But Feng'er is far from being able to practice that way of swordsmanship at this time, regardless of Lei Jin or swordsmanship."

"Since Li Bo is very knowledgeable in the Dao of Thunder, even though he doesn't know where the spirits come from, he already has Lei Jin after all, so it's a pity to leave it alone, so let Li Bo teach Feng'er some martial arts, how about it? "

Mr. Ying's face was slightly cold when he heard the words, but he still nodded slowly and said:

"Don't worry, I won't affect my judgment because of a little thing before."

"With his kung fu, it's more than enough to be the master of a brat."

Wu Changqing on the side also nodded slightly to express that he had no opinion, thought for a while, and said:

"Since there are many differences in this world so far... Only you and I can teach it. Although An Feng's martial arts will not have any problems, but his knowledge will be blocked. I think there is also a 'school' in this world. How about it? Let An Feng enter the palace, so he can learn something?"

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on him, his voice paused slightly, and when he looked up, he saw that the green-clothed scribe's expression became more serious, and he sneered and said:

"Academy? Studying?"

"Those poor and rotten scholars, who insist on words, how can they stand shoulder to shoulder with a certain one?!"

When the voice fell, Wu Changqing was slightly startled at first, feeling slightly angry, but after hearing the second sentence, he couldn't help laughing out loud, looked Mr. Ying up and down, stroked his beard and said:
"Stand shoulder to shoulder with Mr.... When did this Mr. accept An Feng as a student?"

"Why doesn't the old man know?"

"I knew I should cook more good dishes, and drink to celebrate."

There was teasing in the chuckle, Mr. Ying snorted coldly, turned around and looked at the clouds and mist in the mountains with his hands behind his back, without explaining.

Today's practice, because there are no chains and chains, coupled with the flow of internal force, brings strong strength like waves, which almost easily makes Wang Anfeng suspect, maybe it is because it is too easy, but after only one walk, he was rounded. Ci raised his hand to stop him, the latter looked at him, smiled gently and said:

"This practice is of no benefit to you, Feng'er, and it will end here..."

"Come here and check your practice results for the teacher."

Hearing this, Wang Anfeng couldn't help feeling a sense of relief in his heart. He nodded, put down the heavy burden on his shoulders, and followed behind Yuan Ci.

The two masters and apprentices came to a martial arts field, Yuan Ci stood in the field, with one hand on his chest, with a peaceful expression, slightly nodded at the young man, and said:

"Come here, Feng'er."

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, saluted first, his expression gradually became more solemn, his inner strength was at his disposal, and his body leaped out like a tiger. The speed was far from what he could compare with Yuanci last time, and he appeared in front of the monk in an instant , hit the road with punches.

But at the moment of contact, he suddenly changed his move, turned around and broke his elbow to avoid possible attacks, and hit Yuanci's waist and abdomen directly.

The monk nodded slightly in satisfaction, said yes, took a step backwards, flicked his sleeve with his left hand, and dispelled Wang Anfeng's offensive, but at this time the young man had already taken advantage of the situation and charged forward again.

In a short period of time, the master and apprentice had already exchanged dozens of moves.

In the hands of Wang Anfeng, the simple 32-stance Shaolin Changquan can almost be called a reborn, the fist is steady and powerful, but in the majestic and upright, there is a magic-like killer move hidden, like an antelope hanging horns, nowhere to be found .

It can be called a strange coincidence, and the cycle is endless.

Yuanci's eyes became more and more joyful, and when he saw a tiny thunderbolt erupting from Wang Anfeng's calming palm, he finally laughed out loud, and with a flick of his sleeves, he swept away the young man's attack, and his figure Like a cloud rolling backwards, it came suddenly, and a palm lightly pressed on Wang Anfeng's shoulder.

A trace of energy entered the body, and Wang Anfeng's internal force integrated into the limbs and bones was stimulated, trembling spontaneously, and swayed into the dantian. After passing Wang Anfeng's body, smooth out all external forces.

On the martial arts arena, a Qingyue bell rang.

On the young man's body, the illusory golden bell flashed away, and the red gold scriptures circulated on it, expounding the principles of Vajra Buddha.

Yuan Ci clapped his palms and laughed, showing rare heroism and joy in peace, and said:
"As expected, as expected, it is my Buddha's Scaleless Glazed Base, Shaolin Golden Bell Shade!"

Wang Anfeng was startled slightly, and said:
"Golden bell jar?"

The monk nodded, smiled and stretched out his hand to caress the boy's head, saying:

"It's the Golden Bell Jar, one of my Shaolin magical skills, which directly points to the Buddha's principle that Vajra is invincible and impervious to all desires, thoughts, and troubles. If you can complete the twelve levels, you will be a top-notch master in the world."

"Mr. Ying, he used the chain engraved with the Diamond Sutra to forcibly oppress your internal force and integrate it into the veins of your limbs in a special way, making you like the Bodhidharma back then. foundation."

"Come on, sit cross-legged, and as a teacher, I will teach you the key to the first level of the Golden Bell Cover."

Wang Anfeng naturally agreed, and sat cross-legged on the martial arts arena, slightly closing his eyes, feeling the flow of internal force in his body, a generous palm gently pressed on his back, and the thick internal force penetrated into his body, accompanied by the familiar voice beside his ear , to help him familiarize himself with the practice route of the first layer of inner strength in the golden bell jar.

On the main hall in the distance, Mr. Ying looked at Yuan Ci who was teaching Wang Anfeng martial arts with his hands behind his back. Wu Changqing stroked his beard and said in a slightly puzzled way:
"It's amazing, it's amazing... Master Yuanci traveled the world with the magic of the indestructibility of the vajra and gained a great reputation, but why did the master persuade him not to spread the magic of Anfeng's indestructibility of the vajra, but to pass on the magic of the golden bell?"

The green-clothed scholar looked sideways at him and said:
"Both these two kinds of exercises point directly to the appearance of the Vajra Dharma. One is to prove that all kinds of desires and afflictions are not intruded by the Vajra, and the other is to use the Vajra Prajna to cut off the Buddhist principles of three thousand afflictions. It doesn't matter how high or low it is."

"But for one thing, compared with the golden bell cover, the King Kong's indestructible magical skill is stronger in attacking and weaker in defending. That kid will definitely learn other unique skills in the future. Those who are stronger in attacking and attacking don't know how many things are there. It's better to take the world. The first defense."

"Secondly, his golden bell is oppressed by external forces. Like Bodhidharma back then, he didn't practice exercises, and he naturally entered the door with his body and physique. After entering the door, he didn't need to grope alone like Bodhidharma...so the golden bell Although the cover is difficult, there is a relatively high chance of success, if not, it is not difficult to switch to the vajra indestructible magic skill."

"Three..."

There was a slight pause in the voice, Wu Changqing was listening, when suddenly there was no sound, and after a slight pause, he subconsciously asked:
"Three?"

Mr. Ying glanced sideways at him and said with a sneer:
"too ugly."

The old man froze for a moment, the scribe had already stepped out, and left like a flowing cloud, with a flick of his sleeve, an afterimage shot towards Wu Changqing, the old man raised his hand to grab it, but it was a long whip.

It is several meters long, and it seems to be wrapped with iron, which makes it much heavier. Compared with ordinary long whips, it is almost a comparison between giant pythons and spirit snakes. Raising his hand to pat his forehead, he smiled wryly.

"...Forgot, An Feng has no chains, so he can't use the snake to find a gap."

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