The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

　　江家.

　　 In a large indoor martial arts training ground.

　　 In the corner of the black hard mud floor, there is a stick of incense sticks, and there is smoke swaying slowly along the window.

　　 Jiang Yan, all dressed up, stood respectfully in front of a tall man with long eyebrows, listening to his teachings.

　　"Your Huishan fist still doesn't work. The heat and power, reaction and response are all insufficient.

　　 It's a pity, if it wasn't that you couldn't practice the martial arts of the family, how could you go to the outer city and practice such a skill that you can't master..."

　　 The man with long eyebrows has white hair and is a bit taller than Jiang Yan. He is strong and strong, like a high wall, which is daunting.

　　He is the father of Jiang Yan, Jiang Donggui. He is also one of the only three three-time Qi-blood masters in the Jiang family.

　　 It is precisely because of his teaching that Jiang Yan knows better than Xiao Ran and Jiang Su, how difficult it is to break through the blood three times.

　　 "Father, with my qualifications, is there no possibility of breakthrough at all?" Jiang Yan said unwillingly.

"The meat of a different animal eats every day, and the blood accumulates extremely quickly. Someone pointed out the main points of all the three breakthroughs of blood and blood, but it was stuck at the checkpoint. Can you do it yourself? Don't ask me. Ask yourself!" Jiang Donggui said lightly.

　　 Jiang Yan has been stuck on the threshold of three qi and blood, and it has been a long time, but every time he tries to break through, he ends in failure.

　　 That is to say, his Jiang family has big business and abundant resources. If it is replaced with another one, like Jiang Yan's qualification, I am afraid that even the second qi and blood may not be fully accumulated now.

　　 "I will be over twenty soon...I am afraid it will not work..." Jiang Yan sighed. But martial arts is not the only path he can take.

　　 He practiced martial arts, and he wanted to struggle for the last time, seeking some hope.

　　 It's a pity, now it seems that he really has no qualifications.

　　 "How difficult is the three times of blood, the entire Feiye City, all the outer city martial arts schools, so many disciples of the second blood, all added up, one person can break through in three years, it is not bad." Jiang Donggui said lightly.

　　 "So little?" Although Jiang Yan knew that three times of blood was difficult, he didn't expect it to be so difficult.

　　 "Feiye City is a big city with a population of one million. The total number of all three qi and blood masters will not exceed 30. This is still the result of accumulation for many years. Is it difficult?" Jiang Donggui snorted coldly.

　　 "Once it breaks through, it will be a carp leaping over the dragon's gate. A master of three times qi and blood can't stop even five second qi and blood. Do you know why this is?"

　　 "My child doesn't know." This is the first time that Jiang Yan has listened to his father to explain the secrets in this respect. At the moment, his attitude is much more correct, and he answers solemnly.

　　 Jiangdonggui did not answer immediately.

　　 Instead, he walked slowly to a black iron pillar on the ground beside the wall. "That is, strength!"

　　唰!

　　In an instant, lightning flashed out of his right hand, and his five fingers swiped lightly on the thick iron pillar of his arm.

　　 Silently, a deep finger mark appeared on the hard iron pillar.

　　 In the absence of sound, he actually made finger marks on the hard iron pillar with his fingers! !

　　 Jiang Yan was shocked. He had never seen his father fully demonstrate his strength in front of him. He just knew that his father was very strong, but how strong he was, he had no idea.

　　 Now, he really understands how big the difference is between the three times and the second times.

　　 He walked closer, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the finger mark.

　　 at least one inch (2cm) deep!

　　 and the gap is extremely smooth, like a knife cut.

　　 If he does his best, he can barely bend the iron pillar, but he will also suffer back shock injuries, which is far from this effect.

　　 "For the three breakthroughs of qi and blood, talent, perseverance, and qi and blood must reach their own limits in order to break the shackles and step into a new atmosphere. Do you understand now?" Jiang Donggui said lightly.

　　 "My boy understands..." Jiang Yan nodded his head. "No wonder you can prolong your life by twenty after three times of qi and blood..."

　　 "Three times of qi and blood, it sounds like only one more time, but this time, it is a qualitative change, sublimation, and breaking one's own shackles."

　　 Jiangdonggui took another palm and swept out.

　　噗.

　　 The iron pillar in front of him was cut off on the spot, and the upper part was cut off and flew out, rolling to the ground.

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　　 Outside the city, Qingdu sends Mobao.

　　 The three gangs and two factions are outside the city, and they all have their own castles. Although not as big as the Hongjiabao, they are also a retreat.

This is the case for the Mobao of the Qingdu School. This is not only the headquarters of the martial school, but also the backstage of the five-star town on one side.

　　 Compared to here, Feiye City is just a tentacles extending from here. It is just a means for the Qingdu faction to show their sense of existence as a member of the three gangs and two factions.

　　Mo fort is round as a whole, surrounded by high walls with shooting holes and simple guard towers inside.

　　 The inner lining can accommodate hundreds of households.

　　The people living in it are all elites of the Qingdu faction and their families.

　　Mobao is surrounded by yellow-green fields with drainage ditches, allowing the river to flow slowly from the edge of the fields.

　　 At this time in the afternoon, the people of the Qingdu Sect were grouped to practice martial arts outside Mobao under the leadership of the instructor.

　　 The square formations are scattered and orderly, very neat.

　　 Not long after, a sharp whistle suddenly came from Mobao.

　　 A black eagle fell from the sky and fell into the fort.

　　 Soon, the door opened, and several people greeted them actively, standing outside waiting.

　　 One of the leaders is Zhou Yan, one of the four hall masters of the Qingdu School.

　　 Zhou Yan is over forty years old, with a ruddy complexion and a bit of ethos. Seeing from a distance on the road ahead, a person rushed to ride alone, and took the initiative to meet him.

　　 "Brother Zheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here without any problems."

　　The man riding a black horse, with a rickety figure and thin face, is indeed Zheng Fugui, who has been sitting in the Huishan boxing school on weekdays.

　　 "Boy Zhou Yan, it's really been a long time since I saw him." Zheng Fugui got off his horse and carefully checked the horse's hoof. He was relieved that he hadn't stepped on anything broken.

　　 This dark horse has been with him for many years and is now thirty-five years old.

　　 Every time he travels, he is very cautious, for fear of it being accidentally injured.

　　 Zhou Yan is not in a hurry, standing aside and waiting with a smile.

　　 After Zheng Fugui's thorough inspection was done and he was sure that it was all right, he slowly spoke.

　　 "Brother, do you have something important on this trip?"

　　 "It's true that I am here this time to find a job for those ineffective disciples under my sect."

　　 The purpose of Zheng Fugui's trip was to place Zhao Hong, Jiang Su, and Wei He who had no hope of breakthrough.

　　 Now the situation is complicated. The three of them are at the stone skin level. After breaking through the hopelessness, I am afraid it will be difficult to make progress in the future, and will only slowly decline with age.

　　 In this way, we must consider the future, life, development, and family issues as early as possible.

　　 Don’t look for a good place while you’re young, and earn some money to save your industry. I'm afraid it will become more difficult as I get older in the future.

　　 Qijiameng and Hongjiabao are not good places. There will be a battle sooner or later. If the disciple chooses to go, forget it, but since he still stays with him.

　　 He will be responsible for arranging a proper place for them.

　　 Qingdu faction has always been neutral and has a deep background, which is a suitable choice for the future.

　　 "Since it is your brother's affection, needless to say, please!" Zhou Yan laughed.

　　 Surrounded by several others, the two entered Mo Castle.

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　　The fifth year of Sejong, August.

　　 Feiye City thirteen martial arts secret meeting, discuss the evacuation event.

　　 In the same month, Hong Jiabao secretly sent troops to intercept and kill the Sucheng reinforcements from the Seven Leagues. Come home with a big victory.

　　 hiss...

　　Wei together hold a writing brush, and scribble on the dry yellow paper.

　　 His movements are quite big, but his handwriting is exquisite, small and clear.

　　 This is writing a secret book.

　　 He transcribed the key part of Feilong Gong and put it in another place for secret storage.

　　So, I put a broken one on my body and a broken one hidden in my home, plus my own unique encryption.

　　 Security is greatly increased.

　　 This is the experience Wei He learned from the bandit leader who gave him Wuling Palm.

　　 "As the saying goes, three people must have my teacher, this sentence really makes sense."

　　 Wei He finished writing the last word, carefully hung the paper to dry, and then carefully admired his masterpiece.

　　 On the encrypted yellow paper, there are a lot of ghost symbols that only he can understand.

　　 Not to mention that this ghost symbol is divided into two copies, stored in different places.

　　 At this time, a lot of papers like this have been hung on a wall of the bedroom.

　　 Now the weather is dry and the drying speed is also fast.

　　 Wei He picked up the steamed meat on the side and stuffed it into his mouth. Although it was only salty, it also tasted good with the deliciousness of the meat itself...

　　 "It's a bit mutated..."

　　 Wei He sighed.

　　 Well, it’s actually not a bit stubborn, it’s very stubborn...

　　 In the past few days, he stayed behind closed doors, and almost vomited after eating venison. But the Possibility Orb is constantly approaching Consummation, just a slight difference.

　　 He sighed, and was about to get up to practice boxing to strengthen his stomach power and help digestion.

　　 There was another knock on the door outside the courtyard.

　　 "Who?" Wei Ying asked carefully and loudly.

　　 "It's me." A vaguely familiar female voice came.

　　 Although Wei He didn't recognize this voice, it sounded quite familiar. It seemed to be a junior sister who was often seen in the boxing school.

　　 It's just that the younger sister is five big and three thick, and she is about the same size as his elder sister Wei Chun.

　　 So there is no impression.

　　 There are too many juniors like this in the boxing school, they are all true men with arms that can strike iron.

　　 "Senior Sister Jiang asked me to send this thing." The strong younger sister honestly dropped a bunch of things, turned and ran.

　　Wei Ying only opened the door. Before she could say anything, she couldn't see the figure.

　　 She went out and chased around for a while, but still couldn't find anyone, so she closed the door helplessly.

　　 "Xiaohe, the eldest brother last time, he delivered meat again..."

　　 "..." Although they are not obvious, they are indeed a girl...Second sister, you are like this...

　　 Wei He was speechless.

　　 But he also knew that Wei Ying didn't say this on purpose, but really believed that he was a man...

　　 To be honest, if he meets the opponent for the first time, he listens to the bold and bold voice, and the chest muscles of both men and women in the boxing school are very developed.

　　 It's normal to be unable to tell if it is a male or a female.

　　 "I see, it's what Senior Sister Jiang meant, just accept it." Wei He replied in the room.

　　 He told Wei Ying these few days that he would retreat, but Wei Ying didn’t understand what it meant.

　　 From time to time, I still come to ask a few questions.

　　What? Do you want to change the urinal? ’

　　‘I’ll take your quilt out to dry, and I’ll have to rest when I’m tired. ’

　　‘Didn’t you just retreat in the morning? ’

　　‘Don’t you change your clothes? ’

　　‘Get out and take a shower. I’ll boil hot water for you. After washing and eating some supper, go to retreat. ’

　　 words like this caused Wei He to spend a lot of words before telling her clearly what it means to retreat.

　　 Wei Ying doesn't bother him much now.

　　 "This is the third time...Your Senior Sister Jiang is so kind to you..." Wei Ying rustled and opened the bag outside.

　　 "Oh, it's this kind of meat that has a very strong taste. It is very expensive depending on the packaging. Compared with the pork jerky I bought before, the color is much better..."

　　 Wei Ying began to deal with the new meat again, talking about the details of the contrast with the meat she had seen in her daily life.

　　 Ever since Wei He retreats without speaking, she has developed the habit of talking to herself, as if talking to Wei He.