Reborn Martial Son-in-law

Under the guidance of Su Wei, Fang Yang came to a big house.

Judging from the scale of the building, it should be my father's house. But my father and godmother are still in seclusion, so this has become the temporary residence of the second uncle.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the guards turned around and left, leaving only Fang Yang alone.

Fang Yang is a little unclear. So, which one is this?

But soon, when Fang Yang saw Fang Yue, the whole person immediately stood in the spot.

Is it not to say that second uncle Fang Yue is seriously injured and in bed? The old man didn't look hurt at all.

Fang Yue laughed deeply and waved to Fang Yang. He said with a smile, "is it strange why I don't have anything? After that, you will know why. Now you'd better go to a place with me. I think there should be an answer you want. "

Fang Yang can't help but pick eyebrows. How come you always have a feeling of being played with by clapping?

If you had said you were not hurt, would I have gone all the way to the far north to make trouble?

Under the leadership of Fang Yue, Fang Yang followed him through one tunnel after another. It took more than half an hour to finally see the light spot.

Once out of the tunnel, Fang Yang couldn't help swallowing his mouth. Who could have thought of such a scenery in the snow covered land of the far north.

And as soon as I step into the back mountain, I feel that the aura here is much stronger outside. It's like another world, very similar to Penglai Island in the east palace.

Fang Yue and Fang Yang came to the top of the mountain. There was only one thatched house that attracted people's attention.

Fang Yang himself can feel the thatched house, there is a strong momentum, even stronger than himself.

Fang Yue gently smile, directly rushed into the inside and called: "brother, Fang Yang has been brought, right outside the door."

The door of the thatched cottage opened slowly, and out came a vigorous old man, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Fangyang.

The old man waved to Fang Yue and motioned for them to step back.

Fang Yue lowered his head again, turned around and stood guard at the pass, leaving the place for Fangyang.

As soon as Fang Yang arrived at the top of the mountain, he felt that the aura here was at least ten times that of the outside. Moreover, it was like a cover around, which locked all these auras to the top of the mountain.

And who else could this old man be besides his cheap father? It's just a few months since I saw him, and he's all grown up like this.

Fang Yuan slowly came to Fang Yang and said with a smile, "what's your feeling?"

"It's much stronger than the aura outside. It's really a good place to practice. But why are you like this? What about the godmother

"Your godmother is OK, and so is your master. They are still practicing in seclusion. Don't disturb them for the time being."

Fang Yuan turned around leisurely and walked to the room. He said slowly: "while there is still time, please pay close attention to practice. You have a special constitution. One month should be enough. You don't have to worry about what's going on outside. Someone's watching for you. "

After that, Fang Yuan closed the door of the thatched cottage, leaving Fang Yang alone on the top of the mountain.

As soon as Fang Yang heard this, he did not hesitate any more. He immediately sat down and meditated, collecting his whole body's internal power and constantly impacting the acupoints on his body.

Although the internal power has been improved for several days, the effect is unsatisfactory.

In the evening, Fang Yang broke through an acupoint again, but the effect was still not ideal.

Fang Yuan came out of the thatched cottage slowly, holding a bottle gourd in his hand and sleeping directly on the ground, looking at Fang Yang with a smile on his face.

"Don't rush to make progress in everything. You won't make much progress like you do."

With that, Fang Yuan directly opened the lid, poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and threw the wine gourd to Fang Yang.

At this time, Fang Yang happened to be a little upset. He took the wine gourd and drank it.

I feel that the taste is a little strange once I enter my body, I feel a little hot and dry, but I don't feel any discomfort.

Although it looks like ordinary wine, but the taste is more pure than the liquor outside.

"Good wine! How do you make your wine, old man

"It's a secret, and you'll know it later. I tell you, this wine is very good, you taste, you fine

Fang Yang couldn't help laughing. With a respectful face, he asked, "what's the beauty of your wine? I'm also a wine lover. Let's have a good share. "

On hearing this, Fang Yuan gave a deep yawn, living like an old man on the street. He continued: "my wine is made of coarse bran and mixed grains. It usually looks ordinary, but when they are combined together, it can make people have endless aftertaste."

When Fang Yang heard this, he did not expect that the simple grains could produce such fine wine,Fang Yuan took a bad look at Fang Yang, got up and went into the thatched cottage. He said to himself, "peace of mind is like water, and then we can achieve great success."

After a sip of wine, Fang Yang continued to strive for breakthrough, but still did not make progress.

But when Fang Yang thought of what his father had just said, he had some feelings in his heart. Was it his intention to remind himself?

Fang Yang quickly sat down and dredged his acupoints again. In Zen meditation, all the distractions in the mind are eliminated. The Qi of the mind's elixir field slowly descends to the perineum to the tail vertebra.

Then to Mingmen, to Feishu Xinshu, Dazhui, up to Baihui, down to Jinjin, Yuye leads Qi to Tanzhong and then to Dantian.

Each acupoint in the body responds to each other, just like a string of bells. Moving is a whole body, static is peace and quiet.

Fang Yang suddenly felt that his body was undergoing earth shaking changes, as if there was an inexhaustible force in his body.

Fang Yang suddenly with the body, to the top of the mountain on the edge of a tree slapped. The whole tree disappeared in front of Fang Yang like powder.

Fang Yue, who guards Fang Yang not far away, can't help feeling a little distressed. You black sheep, do you know how valuable that tree is?

Seeing his achievements, Fang Yang was excited. But why did he improve so much, but still did not lead to thunder robbery?

According to the ancient martial arts world, there should be thunder robbery after becoming a saint? When Fang Yang was in doubt, the door of the thatched cottage opened again.

"You boy didn't become a saint, how could you lead to thunder robbery?"

When Fang Yang heard this, he was puzzled again. If he didn't become a saint, what would happen to his internal power?