Kung Fu Divine Doctor

In the hazy night, Lu Feng's eye acuity is no worse than that of a nighthawk. His father Lu Zhenhai's attack moves bring up a layer of illusion, which is not because of the speed, but because of the mysterious attack route, which can give the opponent a visual illusion.

All of a sudden, he remembered that when he was fighting with his father last night, he clearly saw that it was on the right, but what his father attacked him was on the left.

"Xiao Feng, pay attention. The 108 style I just practiced is just a basic coherent movement. Even if it contains killing moves, it's not as good as now. I'll do it again from the beginning. Pay attention!" After standing in the middle of the open space, Lu Zhenhai said to Lu Feng with his eyes.

As soon as his voice fell, the illusion of sight that Lu Feng had just felt reappeared in front of him. The thunderous attack was very fierce, but in the fierce attack, there were many erratic and strange attacks. In a flash, Lu Feng saw his father's hands attacking a big tree, but the sound of the blow from the big tree made him immediately judge his visual error.

what?

Lu Feng body shock, step forward! On his incredible face, there was a look of shock in his bright eyes.

In the night, his father's figure seemed to merge in the world, because the series of illusions, even his keen vision, seemed to be blurred. Only in the short pause of his father's figure, did he see three figures appear in different directions, and the point of attack was in the most central position.

Lu Feng suddenly thought of a name in his mind, which is exactly the same to describe his father at this time

Ghost!

yes! It's as unpredictable as a ghost. It's as ethereal as a moon in the mirror. It's like when you meet the enemy in a fight, I'm afraid that you have been wiped out by your opponent before you find the most correct position of the enemy.

Lu Feng's shock is just the beginning. It's quite different from his father's "illusions". This attack is full of illusions, the illusion of sight, the change of feeling. Even when Lu Feng closes his eyes, he can't correctly capture his father's position by feeling and hearing.

Like a storm, the attack ended with countless blasts. On the seven poplars nearest to his father, countless withered leaves fluttered and even some dry branches fell.

Card wipe! Card wipe! Card wipe! Seven clear breaking sounds, seven uncles breaking in the middle of Lu Feng's dumbfounded, and seven trees falling to the outside.

"It's incredible!" Lu Feng wriggled a few lower lips and finally spat out a word.

He is confident that if he attacks a big poplar, he will be sure to break it after a storm. But it is absolutely impossible for him to be so strong as his father. If he does not see the situation at this time, and if someone tells Lu Feng about it, he will laugh at the other party's crazy people for talking in their dreams and delusions!

"Dad, how did you do it?" It took a long time for Lu Feng to recover his shock. He strode to Lu Zhenhai, who stood upright in the middle of the flat, and asked.

Lu Zhenhai slowly opened his eyes. Just after the fight, he immediately adjusted his breath and recovered his internal Qi. If Lu Feng hadn't asked, I'm afraid he would have been practicing all the time.

With a smile in his eyes, Lu Zhenhai said in a soft voice: "this is the power of the martial moves in illusory Xiangsheng. Of course, the most important thing is to cooperate with the internal Qi cultivated in Wu Xiangsheng. In fact, what you just saw is just a fake of my attack! I'm sure there's something you can't see. "

Lu Feng was slightly shocked. He was just in shock. He really didn't see anything different?

Lu Zhenhai said with a faint smile: "in fact, my inner Qi cultivation can only support the first 54 movements. I don't use the inner Qi at all. Even if the power doesn't decrease, it's just the inner qi movement in my body. If I can use the inner Qi in the back 54 movements, the power will always add up, The attack power will definitely be much stronger than the current situation. "

Lu Feng's heart is beating. His father's words are like thunder in his ears. Such a powerful attack only uses half of the moves with internal Qi. If all the 108 moves are combined with internal Qi, how far should they go against the sky?

Strong!

It's so strong!

Lu Feng suddenly has a feeling that if he has practiced the "illusory life" moves, it's easy to defeat Yu Kai in the martial arts contest. Maybe he can defeat him with one hand?

"Well, I'll start to teach you today, but the moves of" illusory life "are endless. So from today on, I'll teach you the first 54 moves in ten days. When you can practice the first 54 moves thoroughly, and when you can understand the true meaning of illusory life, I'll teach you the following moves."

"Xiaofeng, you remember, the reason why these moves are called" illusory life "lies in the illusions. Every attack is full of illusions, so that the opponent can't figure out your routine, find the direction and route of your attack, and even can't find out where you are when they play to the extreme! At that time, your attack will be invincible, and it may even be said that your attack can be as easy as destruction. "

"Similarly, the theory of illusion should be divided into time, place, weather and other conditions. For example, in the daytime attack, every move can use the light of the sun to make the opponent's vision illusion. If it's cloudy, you can use some objects, such as stones, to confuse the opponent's vision and position your body. If it's rainy, you can use the rain falling from the sky and use the refraction reaction to make visual errors, If it's in fog, you can hide yourself with the uncertainty and uncertainty of fog to create a greater illusion for the other party. "

"And..."

Lu Zhenhai's words, as deeply engraved in Lu Feng's heart, let Lu Feng bear in mind.

What his father told him was his accumulated experience in practicing "mutualism" over the years. Lu Feng was sure that his father had already experimented with various situations countless times!

"Dad, I remember it! Start teaching me now Two minutes after Lu Zhenhai finished speaking, Lu Feng silently repeated what his father had just said in his heart, and then said with a firm face.

He is confident that he can cultivate an attack move with illusion in a short time.

Lu Zhenhai laughed. His laughter startled a group of birds in the dark mountains. He likes his son's self-confidence, more like his son's firm heart! If you are an ordinary child, even if you have a deep curiosity after discovering "mutualism" as a child, after three or five days or a few months of practice, I'm afraid you will give up because you don't feel like practicing. But this persistence of my son is ten or twenty years, and his character is like his own.

It's cold in the dead of night.

In the vast mountains, Lu Zhenhai and Lu Feng's father taught and studied carefully. Unconsciously, four hours had passed. Finally, in the middle of the night, Lu Zhenhai wiped off the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile: "Xiao Feng, I didn't expect that your memory was so terrible. It's incredible! By the way, I remember who said that Einstein's brain development is very powerful, I see, your brain development will not be worse than him! It's only four hours. You have been able to make the first fifty-four moves of "illusory life" coherent. Although the moves seem very strange, they are several times faster than I expected! "

Lu Feng also wiped away the sweat from his face. After four hours of practice, the internal Qi in his body was almost consumed. At this time, he looked a little pale.

Listening to his father's praise, Lu Feng showed a trace of shyness on his face. From childhood to adulthood, he hardly heard his father's praise. At this moment, great joy filled his chest. To be praised by his father is absolutely something to be proud of.

"Well, that's all for today's practice! Fat people don't come out in one gulp! Practicing martial arts requires a gradual process. Let's go. It's time for us to go back! " Lu Zhenhai said.

Lu Feng nodded, reached for his clothes and said, "Dad, I think it's better not to hide your inner Qi from my mother. After so many years, I'm afraid she's also found something unusual about you."

The smile on Lu Zhenhai's face slowly disappeared. He didn't understand what his son said? In the past, if I practiced secretly, I might be able to hide from my wife, but now, if I come out every night to teach my son, it's not normal for my wife not to find out!

Over the years, the main reason why he kept it from his wife was that before he got married, his wife said that she didn't want to cultivate herself!

Because she knew that her father abandoned his wife and son because of practicing martial arts, and eventually disappeared. If he was like his father, there would be no way to live!

So these years, Lu Zhenhai kept a secret from his wife. Even if he delayed his cultivation, he was careful not to be found by his wife.

Of course, perhaps, as the son said, the wife may have discovered her cultivation for a long time, but she didn't say it in her heart.

Hesitated for a moment, Lu Zhenhai took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw one to Lu Feng. Then he lit one and took a deep breath. He thought about whether to confess to his wife or not!

After a long time, Lu Zhenhai suddenly raised his head, threw away the cigarette end that he only smoked, and said to Lu Feng, who was holding a cigarette and didn't smoke: "let's go! I know what I should do! It's not a good way to hide it. It seems that if you want to teach you, it's a bit unrealistic if you don't let your mother know. "

Lu Feng smiles a little. In fact, his heart is more clear than his father's. His mother must know his father's cultivation, but her mother's mind is intelligent. If her father doesn't say it, she pretends not to know it!

If the father told his mother the truth about cultivation, I'm afraid that his mother would not blame him, but would be very happy.

In the dim night, father and son are walking along the winding mountain road, like two ghosts shuttling in the dark, towards the small village at the foot of the mountain more than ten miles away.

They don't know. In fact, at her home in Xiaoshan village, Chen Ping is sitting by her bed in a complicated front and looking out at the world through the window.