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The next day, Mr. Hong’s home.

Mr. Hong got up early in the morning and got into his wheelchair, washed himself and then went for a walk in the yard.

Before there was a wheelchair, the maid Yue'e had to take care of these things.

Now that he has a wheelchair, Mr. Hong can take care of himself.

Mr. Hong really likes this wheelchair.

With the wheelchair, he doesn't have to stay in the house all day, and can go out for air whenever he has nothing to do.

Mr. Hong's mental state has improved a lot as a result, and his injuries have healed faster.

Mr. Hong walked around in the yard for a while, and when Chaoyang was born, he began to close his eyes and adjust his breathing.

I adjusted my breath for half an hour.

Two jets of purple energy shot out of Mr. Hong's nostrils.

Then Mr. Hong used his mouth to inhale these two purple qi into his belly, completing a great cycle.

Mr. Hong's legs and feet are not flexible and he cannot practice the sword technique of nourishing the heart. He can only practice the "Purple Moon Heart Sutra" taught to him by his master.

"Purple Moon Heart Sutra" is an excellent internal energy method that requires long-term practice to be effective, but it does not take up too much time every day.

Because practicing this internal skill and mental method must be done in the morning when the purple energy comes from the east and in the evening when the moon just comes out.

Just practice for one hour a day.

As the saying goes, the accumulation of soil forms a mountain and the accumulation of water forms an abyss. Mr. Hong has practiced this technique for more than fifty years and accumulated a rich amount of true energy.

This kind of true energy coincides with the principle of heaven and earth that yin and yang generate all things. It will not conflict with the sword energy in the body, but can also enhance the sword energy.

Mr. Hong was unable to practice swordsmanship after being injured. He studied the "Purple Moon Heart Sutra" every day and occasionally had some inspiration and created a yin-yang sword technique.

Mr. Hong sighed after practicing the Purple Moon Heart Sutra.

This injury actually improved his martial arts.

But his legs were completely disabled, and his combat power was greatly reduced.

Poison Demon Shangguan Qingcang's ice magic power is too overbearing.

His legs were injured by his ice magic technique, and the cold poison lingered there.

He could only barely suppress the cold poison in his legs so that it would not spread.

Even the master can't do anything about this kind of cold poison. He must have a master who has mastered the ice magic skill to take the initiative to help him exorcise the poison.

Looking around the world, the only people who have mastered the Ice Demon Art to great perfection are the Poison Demon Shangguan Qingcang and his eldest disciple Feng Zhenyu.

And these two people will never detoxify themselves.

Time is also destiny, as if everything is destined by God.

The longer Mr. Hong lives, the more he believes in fate.

Maid Yue'e finished breakfast and pushed Mr. Hong to the yard to eat.

"Sir, you seem to be in a much better mood now that you have this wheelchair. Brother Lin Feng is quite handy."

Mr. Hong smiled and nodded, "When we return to the mountain gate, we will find the craftsmen at the gate to make an identical wheelchair out of black iron."

The maid Yue'e seemed to realize something when she heard this, "Sir, your legs?"

Mr. Hong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It won't get better. There is no hope."

Maid Yue'e comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay, sir. Getting a black iron wheelchair won't affect your mobility."

Sitting in a wheelchair is definitely a helpless choice. No tool can compare to your own legs.

Neither of them wanted to talk more about the matter.

Maid Yue'e changed the subject, "Today is probably the last day that your husband and Brother Lin Feng agreed.

Brother Lin Feng hasn't come here in the past two days, maybe he's practicing swordplay at home.

I don't know if he can learn basic swordsmanship.

One month is too short. Sir, please give Brother Lin Feng a little more time. "

“How can a true man change his word at will?

Besides, my original purpose was just to teach him one or two martial arts that were enough to protect himself.

Seeing his pure heart, I felt compassion for him.

Teaching two martial arts is an exception.

If you want to take on a disciple, you don't have to do it.

We can't protect ourselves now, so try not to be tainted by the cause and effect. "

Maid Yue'e asked with a smile: "Then if Brother Lin Feng has already learned basic swordsmanship, sir, will you accept him?"

“Of course I’ll take it.

If he can really learn basic swordsmanship within a month, it will prove that our opportunity has arrived.

God has destined me to accept him as my disciple.

And if he really has such a talent, he would be qualified to be my disciple. "

"Then when Brother Lin Feng becomes Sir's apprentice, should I call him Senior Brother or Junior Brother?"

Mr. Hong smiled and said, "Then he must be your junior brother.

I can only accept three inner disciples. Even if his qualifications are good, the accumulation is not enough.

If his progress is slow in the future, he will have no choice but to remain an outer disciple, and he will definitely be ranked behind you. "

Breakfast is white flour steamed buns with bison stewed with potatoes.

Mr. Hong needs to recover. If there is meat at home, the maid Yue'e will cook meat for Mr. Hong three meals a day.

After breakfast, the maid Yue'e said: "We will run out of meat soon, and it's time for Brother Lin Feng to bring us meat.

Brother Lin Feng is also very kind to us. After getting to know Brother Lin Feng, we have never stopped eating meat.

My stomach is so spoiled by him.

How would you live your life if you couldn't eat meat?

Brother Lin Feng even helped us get rid of the gangsters a few days ago. "

"You little girl, you have been saying nice things to your brother Lin Feng today.

You want me to make an exception and accept him as my disciple.

Recruiting a disciple all depends on chance. If he fails to meet the requirements, the most I can do is pass on the Sword Art of Nourishing Heart to him. "

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Dong-dong-dong, four rhythmic knocks on the door.

The maid Yue'e's eyes lit up when she heard this voice.

Normal people knock three times, only Lin Feng likes to knock four times.

"It must be Brother Lin Feng who is here."

The maid Yue'e hurriedly got up to open the courtyard door.

The person who came was indeed Lin Feng.

The maid Yue'e saw Lin Feng carrying the processed fresh meat and asked: "Brother Lin Feng, you are here to bring us meat again."

But Lin Feng shook his head.

The maid Yue'e tilted her head and scratched her head. Brother Lin Feng came here with meat, why didn't he come here to deliver meat?

Lin Feng smiled and said: "This is my apprenticeship gift."

The maid Yue'e widened her eyes, "Brother Lin Feng, have you mastered the basic swordsmanship?"

Lin Feng nodded, "I'm lucky to have mastered it."

"Brother Lin Feng, you are so amazing."

Lin Feng first sent the wolf meat for apprenticeship to the kitchen, and then went to the main room with the maid Yue'e.

After meeting Mr. Hong, Lin Feng apologized and said, "Sir, I have mastered the basic swordsmanship. I have fulfilled the agreement. Shouldn't you accept me as your apprentice?"

The maid Yue'e had already brought the teacup.

Next, Lin Feng would kowtow and offer tea to complete the apprenticeship ceremony.

Mr. Hong waved his hand, "Go to the yard and practice the basic swordsmanship for me to see."

The three of them came to the yard.

Yue'e handed Lin Feng a wooden sword.

Lin Feng began to practice the basic swordsmanship.

Mr. Hong stroked his beard while watching Lin Feng practice the sword.

Mr. Hong kept nodding his head. Every move Lin Feng performed was very standard, with a solid foundation, which suited Mr. Hong's appetite.

Some people practiced the basic swordsmanship, but their movements were not standard enough. Mr. Hong didn't like such people.

Practicing martial arts is like building a house. The more you practice, the more important the foundation becomes.

After Lin Feng had performed the basic sword techniques, he asked, "Now, sir, can you accept me as your disciple?"

Mr. Hong said, "Before you become my disciple, I will teach you a set of sword techniques that I created. If you can learn them after watching them once, I will accept you as my disciple."