I have many teachers

Chapter 67 Mr. Ying: Master Plan——Wang Anfeng's Fundamental Martial Arts

Wang Anfeng's meditation skills in his body have been completed to perfection, coupled with external pressure, the golden bell cover has entered the door, so it only took half an hour to memorize the operation method of the first level of the golden bell cover. Yu Pinghe's internal energy of Yichan Kungfu has also completely transformed into a powerful and indestructible inner energy of a golden bell.

The eyes were slightly opened, and a stream of light seemed to flash in the clear eyes, and then became more clean and pure.

Yuanci looked at him with a smile in front of him, and said:

"good."

"Feng'er, you have already entered the first level of the golden bell cover, and the rest needs to be practiced diligently every day, in order to fully store your energy, break through the opening points, and enter the second level."

The young man got up, felt the strength in his body, and was overjoyed, a smile could not stop appearing on his face:
"Uh-huh."

"Master who knows."

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and smiled lightly, stepped forward and handed the long whip in his hand to Wang Anfeng, saying: "Anfeng, since the chains around you are broken, there is no way to use the spirit snake to find gaps."

"Here is a long whip, you can use it."

The boy's eyes brightened slightly, he took the long whip, and said:
"Thank you Second Master."

Seeing the joy on the young man's face, the old man was a little embarrassed, stroked his beard and said:
"No, it's not..."

There was a sharp sword roar from the sky, and the thick cloud and mist on the dome shattered immediately.

Accompanied by the sky that seemed to be splitting suddenly, a cold voice sounded in Wang Anfeng's ear:

"Come to the peak quickly."

The young man froze for a moment, and recognized Mr. Ying's voice, Yuan Ci raised his hand to stroke the young man's hair, and said with a smile, "Since he rarely calls you on his own initiative, he must have something important to do."

"Go."

Wang Anfeng nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, the long whip suddenly retracted, wrapped around the young man's right arm like a snake, and saluted Yuanci and Wu Changqing, saying:
"Then master, second master, disciples go first."

"Go."

Yuan Ci smiled and nodded, watching the young man turn around, stretch out his movements and leave. At this time, Wang Anfeng's cultivation was considered to be a small success, but he disappeared after a while. Wu Changqing stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"Mr. Ying's temper is still as awkward as ever."

"However, they would take the initiative to call Feng'er over, but I don't know why."

Yuan Ci looked at the lone peak soaring into the sky, and said:
"It should be the thunder energy in Feng'er's body..."

"Although I don't know why, he seems to have changed his mind about Feng'er, so he will never let go of that lightning strike."

Hearing this, Wu Changqing seemed to have thought of something, and the palm of his beard-stroking hand paused slightly, with a slightly solemn expression, and said:

"Could it be that Zixiao Palace..."

Yuanci nodded and said:

"I have counted the best martial arts in the rivers and lakes, and the pure defense is the first. It should be my Shaolin golden bell cover. The first attacking martial arts is only the Taoist Zixiao Palace's set of swordsmanship."

"Use the thunder on the sword, enclose the sky and the earth in the body, use the three-foot green front as the cardinal, control the thunder and electricity."

Wu Changqing couldn't help gasping for air, recalling the sword light that was as fierce and domineering as thunder in his mind, and said:
"Jade Sword of Nine Heavens?!"

Yuan Ci said, "Exactly."

"This set of swordsmanship has extremely strict requirements on Lei Jin and swordsmanship. Since Lei Jin is taught by Uncle Li from Feng'er, he must be planning to teach Feng'er swordsmanship..."

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Since Mr. Ying said it was the peak, Wang Anfeng naturally thought of the lonely peak that he often goes to.

The place where the footsteps are good, often stepping out with one step, is already several meters away. It only takes a moment to reach the top of the lonely peak. Sure enough, I saw the green shirt, standing with hands behind his back, looking at the rolling clouds below the mountain.

Wang Anfeng unconsciously slowed down his steps and breathing, walked three steps behind the scribe, saluted with fists in his hands, and said:

"Meet sir."

Mr. Ying nodded slightly, without looking back, still looking at the clouds and mists below the mountain, and said lightly:

"I agreed to your previous request."

"You can learn martial arts from your Uncle Li, but at the same time, you have to learn swords from me during the time that was originally used for punishment."

"Learn sword?"

The young man froze for a moment, but the scribe flicked his sleeve with his right hand, and a wooden sword appeared beside him. The sheath shot up into the sky, and then fell straight in front of Wang Anfeng. Although it was a wooden sword, it was sharp and trembling. , the wooden sword fell, and a layer of air waves rose up, sweeping all directions, and the hem of the boy's clothes lifted.

"Pull it out."

A cold voice rang in his ears, Wang Anfeng nodded, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out. The sword in the sheath was divided into eight sides. Compared with ordinary swords, it was less light by three points, but more Many are dignified and dignified, such as a Confucian gentleman walking in various countries, square and majestic, the blade of the sword stretches out from two arcs, the sheath is plain and unpretentious, and the sharpness can be seen when it is out of the sheath.

Wang Anfeng liked it very much when he saw it. Holding his sword, he gave a deep salute to the scholar whose back was facing him, and said:
"Thank you sir for giving me the sword."

The scribe nodded, pointed to the bluestone beside him, and said:

"come over."

Wang Anfeng nodded, and walked over with his sword in hand. The scribe beside him didn't look at him, but looked down at the clouds and mists in the mountains indifferently, saying:

"Do you know swords?"

Wang Anfeng replied cautiously:

"I don't know..."

The scribe sneered and said:
"Sure enough, still dull."

"Stand here, watch the clouds and mist change in the distance, and let me know."

"The other wooden sword, you need the sword from now on. When you practice every day, you put the sword across your knees. When you go out, you walk with the sword in your arms. When you sleep, you sleep with the sword."

Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement, and then did as Mr. Ying said, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, watching the changes in the clouds and mist in the distance, but the clouds and mist are churning and changing, and they are far away, so how can they see clearly?

At the end of the day, only his eyes were sore, the scribe glanced at him, and said with a sneer:
"You don't have to talk anymore, you can see that you have gained nothing by looking at you."

The sleeve robe brushed over the stone table, and three porcelain vases appeared on the table, saying:

"After going back, apply the medicine on the acupuncture points of both eyes."

"Continue tomorrow."

"……Yes."

Wang Anfeng first went back to Daliang Village once today, and then brought back the medicinal materials he forgot to bring back to Shaolin Temple, handed them to Wu Changqing, and then returned home.

Lying on the bed, I only felt that my eyes became more and more swollen and painful. After applying the ointment, the coolness and burning heat could not be cycled. I was uncomfortable in the bed for a long time before I fell into a deep sleep. On the second day, my eyes were red and swollen, which scared Li Bo a lot Jump.

For the next few days, Wang Anfeng spent a lot of time looking at the clouds and mist from a distance, his eyes were burning hot, and Mr. Ying would occasionally tell him how to use his internal energy so that he could protect his eyesight a little.After several days in a row, the unbearable scorching heat became more and more intense. Because he was freed from the restraints, he had already lost several opponents in a row in Tongren Alley.

Mr. Ke Ying still didn't teach him sword skills.

Li Bo is hiding in his own room, and has not seen him for several days.

Time passed.

The great cold is the middle one, and it is superior to the minor cold, so it is called the great cold, and the cold air is reversed, so it is called the great cold.

The last solar term of the year has finally arrived. Although it is said to be a severe cold, the temperature has actually warmed up. It is not as harsh as the minor cold. There are only a dozen days left before the New Year’s Day, and that kind of festiveness has spread to the village of Great Liang. In a small place, there are more and more smiles on people's faces.

The burning of Wang Anfeng's eyes became more and more serious.

It was even uncomfortable to the extent that he didn't want to go out during the day, only the darkness could make his eyes feel a little comfortable.

And in the afternoon of the day of the great cold, several healthy horses rushed straight into the village of Daliang. The leader was a young man in white shirt with a clear face. After entering the village, he knew the way and came straight to Wang Anfeng's house , ordering two attendants to guard the door, Qin Fei patted his horse down, adjusted his clothes slightly, and said loudly:

"Qin Fei came to visit rashly, is Brother Wang here?"

After a few breaths of silence, the young man's slightly tired voice came from inside the door, saying:
"It's Brother Qin, wait a minute..."

With a soft creaking sound, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and Wang Anfeng appeared in Qin Fei's line of sight, with his usual brows and gentle demeanor, but with his eyes closed, he smiled lightly and said:

"Brother Qin, please come in and talk..."

Qin Fei was slightly curious. Due to etiquette, it was inconvenient to ask questions. He nodded slightly and followed Wang Anfeng into the house, but it was dark because the doors and windows were closed and no lights were lit. He smiled curiously:

"Brother Wang, were you resting just now..."

Wang Anfeng was startled for a moment, then thought of the situation, and said apologetically:

"Sorry...it was my negligence."

"I'll take the light here."

While talking, he groped for the candle with his familiar memory, but unfortunately the red candle had already burned out, so he frowned slightly, so he had to open his eyes.

It seemed that two cold rays of light suddenly flashed in the dark room.

Qin Fei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the chill in his heart suddenly swelled, and it took several breaths to dissipate. He stared at Wang Anfeng who opened his eyes to look for the candle. Even in the dark room, those eyes still had a dazzling feeling, as if He hadn't looked directly at the two unsheathed swords, but the brilliance in his eyes almost shocked him.

"Ah, I found it... Brother Qin, don't blame me, I haven't used it for a long time."

It seemed that he had finally found the candle. Wang Anfeng heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and said hello. Suddenly, two sharp swords pierced through the air, pointing directly at his eyebrows. Qin Fei's heart stopped suddenly, and he took a step back instinctively.

Qin Fei didn't realize that he was rude until he reacted.

At this time, Wang Anfeng had already closed his scorching eyes again. Under the candlelight, the blue-shirted boy had calm brows and said with a gentle smile:
"Brother Qin laughed at me, I don't know what is the purpose of Brother Qin's visit this time?"

Qin Fei suppressed the agitation in his heart, exhaled, slowly said about the Wei Ya sacrifice, and invited him to go with him.

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Accepting the name card from Qin Fei, Wang Anfeng sent Qin Fei out of the room before returning to the room, and put out the red candle. Because his eyes were burning, he could only meditate to counteract the discomfort. Feeling like that, until it was getting late, I just returned to the Shaolin Temple.

In Shaolin Temple, Mr. Ying stopped Wang Anfeng again before looking at the distant mountains and clouds as usual.

"Come here now and take a good look."

"I only rehearse it once."

Mr. Ying raised his right hand, slowed down, and made 28 fist-like gestures. When Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, the scholar had already looked at him with his hands behind his back, and said succinctly:
"practice."

But this time, Wang Anfeng was not as obedient as before. After being silent for a while, he clasped his fists and said:
"Master said... you want to teach me swordsmanship?"

The scribe glanced at him, sneered and said:
"Impatient?"

The young man bit his head and said:
"...It's just that this junior doesn't know, what kind of swordsmanship, you need to sharpen your eyes, and you also need to learn boxing skills?"

Mr. Ying sneered and said coldly:

"boxing?"

"Sure enough, idiot, huh, with this level of comprehension...you are still far from learning sword style."

The scribe did not look at him with his hands behind his back, the expression between his brows was extremely cold and indifferent, and said:

"Do you think that swordsmanship is that simple?"

"This is the time to accumulate eyesight. If you want to learn swords from me, you need to have 28 types of pupils, until the sharpness is not obvious, and the moon is perfect, and the eyes are impermanent."

"The 36 palaces of the jade rank are the steps, the 28 pupils, the 28 methods of using the sword's strength, the method of detoxification of the spirit, qi and blood, the method of qi penetrating the sky, the formula of twelve cities, the key words, the three straights and the six revelations, you have to know them all Mastery, only then can you be considered qualified to hold a sword to fight."

"Use the power of the sword, from the essence to the strength and softness, and the yin and yang complement each other, and then you can become a teacher."

After hearing a lot of things, Wang Anfeng was a little dazed, and said:
"This... what kind of sword technique is this?"

The scribe frowned and said, "This is the sword technique."

The young man was at a loss: "'Yes', swordsmanship?"

Mr. Ying seemed a little impatient, and said coldly:
"I said that what I teach you is swordsmanship, call it whatever you want."

"Learn or not."

After a moment of silence, Wang Anfeng stroked his burning eyes, and gritted his teeth hard.

"……study!"

The corner of the scribe's mouth was slightly raised, and it disappeared for a moment, but he was still as cold as usual.

The Taigong has no hook, and only those who wish to enter his bag.

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