My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

Yang Yi's words are like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, with a circle of ripples.

Lin Yan was stunned and showed a pair of extremely surprised expression.

He was silent and did not refute. After a long time, he sighed and said, "originally, I'm dead."

The disappointed voice just fell.

The surrounding scenery began to fade.

Quiet villages with barking dogs, cold and low houses, and half a basin of dried fragrant fish left on the table

They all turned into repeated green smoke and disappeared quickly.

Finally, after the oil lamp on the table suddenly went out, everything returned to peace.

Everything is quiet. You can see the stars when you look up.

Yang Yi found himself sitting on a piece of ruins.

The surrounding courtyard walls have collapsed, and judging from the traces, they have collapsed for a long time.

Weeds have grown in many places, swaying in the night wind.

I couldn't help sighing.

Sure enough, Lin Yan is dead!

The village has long been destroyed in a destruction.

Everything before was just a thought left by Lin Yan.

It is the same as the principle of evil thought, which shows that he still has nostalgia for the world and is unwilling to die.

But different from the evil thought, the thought left by Lin Yan is only to show the best thing he imagined. Although it is a little thought and fear, it is harmless in essence.

That's why Yang Yi didn't expose it at the beginning.

In fact, Tieding Gong was ready to move when he entered the village.

In addition, the picture of life in the village is too harmonious. Everyone's face is filled with a happy smile, which seems more or less dreamy in the dangerous forest.

As for the change of Lin Yan's character, he hopes it is true.

But combined with the above two points, he knew that Lin Yan at the moment was just a fantasy in his heart.

Lin Yan fantasizes that he is cheerful, gets along well with his friends and can practice martial arts all the time.

But it backfired. The real Lin Yan had died.

Yang Yi doesn't know how Lin Yan died, but the facts are in front of him.

He put down the stone in his hand and came out of the yard.

The whole village is desolate.

Suddenly he turned and saw a boy looking timidly at the broken wall of the hospital.

"Is that you?"

Yang Yi remembers each other.

Just now, when he and Lin Yan were practicing in the hospital, the child also appeared.

At that time, he had an illusion that the child was somewhat similar to Lin Yan.

Now take a closer look, it's really.

The timid and gloomy eyes seemed to be carved out of a mold.

So, this child is also Lin Yan?

Yang Yi could not help but guess that Lin Yan, who had a good conversation with him, was the latter's expectation of living.

This child is a true portrayal of Lin Yan when he was a child.

Without father or mother, I live with my grandfather who has inconvenient legs and feet. I can't play with the children in the village

Thinking of this, Yang Yi couldn't help sobbing.

He not only lamented Lin Yan's situation, but also lamented his talent.

Lin Yancai is only forging the body level. He can leave such a solid idea after death.

If you give him a chance, it's really possible to achieve something on the way of martial arts.

At least, it won't die in the wilderness.

But the reality is so cruel. Where Yang Yi doesn't know, there must be things like Lin Yan, which are going on one by one. As long as the pursuit of cultivation is still there, it will never stop.

Yang Yi gradually withdrew his mind.

Involuntarily take a step forward.

The little boy hiding behind the wall was startled.

Finally turned into smoke and disappeared.

Now, the village is really clear. There is nothing left. The cold wind is blowing and bleak.

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, and then did not wait much. He exercised his body method and left here.

When he came to the forest, he looked back and continued on his way.

But he didn't know that soon after he left, the ruins of the village began to fog, and then returned to the original quiet and serene appearance, and every family lit lights.

Maybe when a lost traveler passes here, he can still meet

……

Yang Yi went all the way back to Panshan town.

Six days have passed since the beginning of sealing the prison Magic Cave.

For six days, the seal went well, but to be on the safe side, let's stay in town for a while. After making sure it's all right, we'll go back to zongmen.

Most of the disciples are happy about this.

Compared with zongmen, there are too many recreational activities in the town.

Rich to Lu Qi, he soon ordered that the disciples of the sect should not go in and out of the fireworks willow lane or make trouble.

After Yang Yi came back, he reported to Lu Qi, and then went to see Dai Qing and Ding Yi.

After all, Dai Qing is in the realm of gathering tripods. With him protecting Ding Yi, he doesn't have to worry too much.

In the hospital, Yang Yi is practicing with Dai Qing. Ding Yi sits next to him and drinks tea.

"Young master, I really didn't expect that your martial arts attainments should be so high. If you weren't as handsome as when you were young, I doubt if you were mistaken."

Ding Yi looked at the field, the shadow of the fist and the light of the knife flashed back and forth, and couldn't help clapping his hands and exclaiming.

He is not a man of practice, so he can't see any fame.

But it's fast enough. I can't see clearly. This must be an expert!

Yang Yi competes with Dai Qing's moves for a while, and then separates.

Dai Qing's face gasped slightly, then hugged his fist and admitted defeat: "young master's martial arts are far better than me!"

After all, he stayed in Qixia sect for a while, so he knew Yang Yi's current state long ago, but after the fight, the gap between the two sides became stronger. In the practice just now, Yang Yi didn't even exert one tenth of his strength

Yang Yi smiled and didn't say much.

He is now positioning himself as the peak of moving mountains.

Even if the other party has begun to grow ideas, as long as he doesn't break through the Tongqiao territory, he won't be his opponent!

After all, the other party can't rely on all kinds of high-level martial arts like him.

After the practice, Yang Yi also came to drink tea to moisten his throat.

This tea is not a top grade, but Ding Yi made it himself. It tastes extraordinary.

"Young master, since the crisis of Qixia sect has been eliminated, you can stay here. It's not urgent to go home." Ding Yi sipped his tea and smiled.

"Listen to your tone, housekeeper Ding. There seems to be something at home." Yang Yi raised his eyes.

"In today's world, it's impossible to say nothing." Ding Yi shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "in fact, this is not a new thing. In recent years, there has been no peace in all parts of Qingzhou. Monster riots and natural disasters have occurred from time to time... In such an unstable environment, we have purchased industries and tea houses all over the city, and the losses are not small..."

"A series of things caused by this have been busy, sir and madam. Therefore, you have been to Qixia sect for two years, and they haven't come to see you. They are really busy. I hope you don't mind, young master."

"Housekeeper Ding, am I such a child tempered person in your eyes?" Yang Yi has no good airway.

"No, the young master has grown up now. If the master and his wife know the strength of the young master now, they will be proud of you." Ding Yilian hurried.

This is not a compliment. Although the Yang family is rich, they never have any cultivation talent.

The most powerful one in our family is Yang Yi's cheap father, a real spinning force!

That's it. It's still piled up by pills and supplements.

If the Yang family knew that Yang Yi went out to study arts for two years and broke through the mountain moving environment, they would be crazy about it!

Maybe excited, it's possible to donate a building to Qixia Zong.

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