Who made me a peerless genius

Different from the scene of teaching internal strength at the beginning, Ming Zongyi now has a certain foundation in martial arts, and Qu Chen didn't talk nonsense, and went directly to the topic.

"Zongyi, which aspect of kung fu are you more interested in?"

Generally speaking, each sect has its own unique martial arts, but the situation of Qu Chen and Ming Zongyi is also special. Taixuan martial arts are not the only choice, so Qu Chen asked this question, after all, interest is the best teacher .

Ming Zongyi said: "Fist, finger, palm, leg."

Qu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "It sounds like they all have one thing in common."

Ming Zongyi nodded and replied calmly:

"Yes, I don't like it, maybe I don't believe in weapons, things outside of me, there are always times when I'm not around."

"There are quite a few people in the Jianghu who think like this." Qu Chen nodded with a smile and didn't comment too much, "I do have three martial arts in boxing and kicking here. Martial arts are not internal skills. With your talent, these three It doesn't hurt to pass it on to you together, it just so happens that they each have their own occasions to deal with."

"The first martial art comes from an ancient assassination family..."

Upon hearing the familiar lines, Ming Zongyi couldn't help interrupting Qu Chen, and he complained:

"Is it a coincidence that it fell into your hands?"

Qu Chen lightly smiled and said, "That's right, it's a coincidence."

He paused, and said: "This martial art is called Purgatory Yin Fist. It is used with the Yin-attributed Brilliant Sutra. It has impressive power, strong explosive power and penetration. Your fourth brother has also learned a little... .However, after this technique fights with others, it will leave people with hidden wounds that cannot be healed. In the future, except for me, I cannot use this martial technique against other brothers and sisters of the same sect, even if it is a trick. It is not a big treacherous person, and it should be used as little as possible."

Many martial arts will bring debuffs to the opponent, some debuffs will disappear after the battle, and some debuffs will last for a long time, and even accompany people's life, such as cutting off children and grandchildren's legs.

Qu Chen paused, then smiled lightly and said: "Of course, Zong Yi, you are extremely talented, and one day you will surpass me. At that time, let's fight, don't hit me with a purgatory fist."

After a moment's pause, Qu Chen opened his mouth and introduced the second martial skill.

"The second martial art is called Tathagata God's Palm. It is a semi-lost Buddhist supreme technique. I only have the first four moves. If you come across the last three moves by chance in the future, you have to go to the Western Regions to complete the martial arts. It is a great pity that it lacks the core last three forms and has no unique skills."

——After being ridiculed by Ming Zongyi, Qu Chen gradually fell in love with the word chance and coincidence.

"The third martial art, Showering Seven Strikers, is not so much a martial art as it is a combo of basic martial arts routines. It just brings inner energy, so it's not a particularly high-end martial art in itself. But I have learned so many martial arts, and in the end the one that is the most convenient is the Shower Seven Strike, there are few martial arts that have higher practical performance than it, and it is not bad to use it as a foundation to fight against the enemy."

"These three martial arts, I will pass them on to you together. Let's start with the simplest Shower Seven Dozens. I haven't learned Purgatory Yin Fist. Go back to my room and I'll show you the cheats."

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Ming Zongyi's comprehension is unrivaled, he knows it at first glance, and masters it as soon as he learns it. In one morning, he basically learned the three martial arts to a small degree—martial arts are different from kung fu. Slow practice, but martial arts, if you have enough understanding, proficient in martial arts, and solid basic skills, then you can learn quickly... Of course, no matter how you explain, Zongyi's speed is a bit monster, comparable to the first time in the morning The first time I touch the steering wheel, I get my driver's license in the afternoon, and I have to go to the death race with someone the next day.

Ming Zongyi put his main energy on Tathagata God's Palm. This martial art is the most powerful, and the martial arts contained in it are the most mysterious. It is obvious that it is not at the same level as the other two martial arts. It is a powerful inner strength. Or martial arts, in itself is learning the martial arts. In the process of comprehending Tathagata's divine palm, Ming Zongyi also had some fantastic ideas.

["Inner breath can distort the light. In the third form of Tathagata God's Palm 'This body light', there is a design that releases a large amount of inner breath to distort the light and stab the opponent's eyes, but this way of using it is too barbaric and low-level. If I Can distorting the light with the inner breath have the effect of creating illusions to mislead the opponent?"]

Inner breath is a super medium with incredible optical properties. Ming Zongyi is not the first person to discover this, but in the past 500 years, there has never been any martial art with the core concept of manipulating light. Like no one can pinch carbon into diamonds, the reason is there, it is theoretically possible, but it just cannot be done.

Ming Zongyi, who hadn't learned this kind of unfamiliar knowledge, immediately started to try, but of course it ended in failure.

Manipulating the light with inner breath is not something that can be done with the precision of ghosts and gods. Even if Ming Zongyi can control the embroidery needle with inner breath to carve the Qingming Riverside Picture on a bean without relying on his hands, he still cannot rely on it. Inner Breath really manipulates light, at most it only distorts it.

If you want to manipulate light, you must understand the various properties of light. This has nothing to do with talent. You must go through a long process of exploration and trial and error, and summarize the natural laws. It is like Gu Guolin writing the Kaimai Sutra. It is a vast project. , and only people like Ming Zongyi with ghost-level precision are qualified to try and make mistakes.

【"It failed... because I don't understand light, and the quality and precision of the internal breath are also insufficient, but these can be grown, which is definitely worth researching..."】

Ming Zongyi vaguely had a rudimentary form of martial arts in his heart.

In the evening, Ming Zongyi exchanged ideas with Qu Chen, but this time, even Qu Chen, who had always been optimistic about supporting Ming Zongyi, was pessimistic and didn't like this crazy idea.

"Many predecessors have had similar ideas, but no one has ever succeeded... But it's a good thing if you want to try to innovate, but don't be too ambitious, and pay attention to the allocation of time and energy ,Understand?"

Ming Zongyi nodded seriously, and replied: "I understand."

Chapter 4 Corpse

Tathagata God's Palm · One shot and two pieces!

Ming Zongyi slammed his palm out violently, overflowing with violent inner breath. Although it is a martial skill of Buddhism, this Tathagata Divine Palm does not seem to be compassionate, especially this move is unparalleled in power and fierce. There is no other, it is Ming Zongyi's favorite move.

Sending the enemy to the west to see the Buddha is also a kind of compassion!

boom!

This palm knot landed firmly on the boulder in front of Ming Zongyi's body, and the terrifying palm force poured out. In an instant, the broken stones splashed, and the cracks like spider webs spread rapidly. There were bursts of creepy churning sounds, it was the inner breath exploding its remaining power.

Many warriors are still fierce even if they have suffered serious trauma. There are many ruthless people with their intestines hanging outside and their expressions unchanged, but basically no warrior can withstand internal injuries. I've never heard of anyone who has trained internal organs that are not bad.

If it is photographed on a person like this, one can imagine what will happen.

"call......"

Ming Zongyi slowly retracted his palm, quite satisfied with the power of his move.

It was half a month ago that Qu Chen taught his three martial arts. Ming Zongyi practiced hard every day, and the harvest was naturally extraordinary. I have already penetrated all the unique techniques, and I just wait for the supporting resplendent scriptures to be in place. The only trouble is the Tathagata palm. Although it is divided into seven styles, these seven styles are not completely independent. They affect each other. Only the first four styles cannot Repair to Dacheng.

Ming Zongyi tried to use the martial arts he learned to reverse the last three styles, and he has achieved some results so far. The fifth style has already taken shape. Although he doesn't know how much it is different from the original version, the concept of the martial arts itself is definitely the same. Ming Zong Yi obviously felt that his martial arts were not in place. If he had Qu Chen's martial arts, then after half a month, he should have completed Tathagata's palm and even surpassed blue.

Martial arts, this is the foundation of everything, if you don't understand martial arts, no matter how high your talent is, it's useless.

In the past half a month, nothing major has happened to the Taixuan Sect. The return of Mu Shaofeng, the head of the sect, has not caused any disturbance. He is a serious idler. Qu Chen and Li Huaisu still take over the duties of the teacher——but in the past half a month, Li Huaisu gradually felt powerless when teaching Ming Zongyi. sunk.

After finishing the morning exercise, Ming Zongyi rushed to the kitchen, and began to prepare breakfast for the many rice worms in Taixuanmen——I didn’t mean to disrespect the elders, but Mu Ling and Mu Shaofeng are really the same father and daughter, who dares to say They are not like Ming Zongyi who was the first to go up in a hurry.

"Ah..." When Ming Zongyi was cooking, a lazy yawn came from outside the door, which made people think about it, and then a gust of fragrant wind came, the curtain of the kitchen was lifted, Shi Qinghuan Walking in slowly, her voice was still somewhat sleepy, and she seemed a little weak, she said lazily: "Little brother, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"

The invincible Ming Taizu's stamina was full, and he was not moved by women's sex at all. He presumably understood that women would only affect the speed of his punching. He looked normal and replied, "Dihuang porridge."

"Give me a bowl for Senior Sister, and add more sugar."

"The sugar is gone, it must have been eaten by A Ling..."

"...just eat candy?"

"Yes."

"As expected of A Ling..." Shi Qinghuan shook her fan and sighed, "It's a pity that A Ling can't control her mouth. It's not about money to make her happy."

Ming Zongyi nodded with deep understanding.

After eating, he went back to the dormitory to get a few books on pharmacology, and visited Gu Ran, the person who sent him back to Houshan. After returning from Yangshan, Ming Zongyi also became interested in pharmacology, as Qu Chen said. Said to visit Gu Ran, the other party did not spend much time teaching him, but opened his bookshelf to Ming Zongyi, Ming Zongyi borrowed a few books every once in a while, and returned them after reading them, repeating this.

"Senior Gu, are you there?"

When he came to Houshan, Ming Zongyi knocked on the door, but he didn't get a response. He didn't care, and pushed the door open by himself. Gu Ran often went out because of work problems, and Ming Zongyi was allowed to enter his room directly when he was out. But Ming Zongyi really doesn't understand, how did Gu Ran get a job when he usually lives in Taixuan Mountain, a place that doesn't shit like a bird...

Just when Ming Zongyi was about to leave, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and found a standing corpse in the dark of the room!

"!"

This is the corpse of a middle-aged man, his face is pale, he is dressed in plain cloth, his hands are full of calluses, although he is dead, but there is still a trace of indestructible perseverance on his face, and there are several stab wounds on his body, leaning quietly In the corner of the room, silent.

Ming Zongyi was slightly startled, but he quickly calmed down. Occasionally, the returning person would encounter this situation. He had two jobs in his hand at the same time, so he had to send one job first, and use the sending back Gu to ensure that his body was not dead. Generally speaking, rot does not have the control of sending it back to people, and Gu worms will not move around at will, but... there are accidents.

He glanced around and saw a pot of flowers next to the corpse, and relaxed a little.

Ming Zongyi knew the potted flower, it was called Angui Flower, its function was to appease the Sending Gu when the sending person was away... Theoretically speaking, the Sending Gu would not move around when the sending person was away, However, Sending Back Gu will be affected by the host's emotions before death. If the host's emotions before death are extreme, then Sending Back Gu will be more irritable. It may fall into riots due to some stimuli, such as the breath of strangers, and will pass some kind of A specific method activates the host's muscle memory and remaining internal energy, and uses the most commonly used martial arts in the host's life. If that kind of thing happens, it will be a big trouble.

———Few people are not emotional when they die, unless it is a natural death, or they have already accepted their fate.

In addition, the combat power of the Sending Gu is very low, that's for sure, the stiff body, the Gu worms without much wisdom, and the unrecoverable internal energy are naturally far worse than me, but manipulating the dead to fight is a must. An amazing enough thing, combat power is not the end.

Regarding this matter, many people worry that their bodies will be sent back to others for use after death. In fact, generally speaking, returnees have their own professional ethics and will not use the dead. In their view, this is desecration of the dead body. When encountering force majeure on the way home, which endangers the life of the returnee, it will consider activating the muscle memory of the deceased.

【"Fortunately, Angui Hua is here...huh?"】

Ming Zongyi's eyes were fixed, and there were actually two blue worms in Anguihua's flower pot. After carefully identifying them for a while, he recognized them.

【"This is a hundred-year-old bamboo worm. I remember that this kind of worm likes to drink. How did it come to Senior Gu...so that's how it is."】

Ming Zongyi swept his eyes and found a wine jar on the side—the two seniors of Houshan lived together, so they would naturally communicate with each other. Lu Yuan brewed wine, and occasionally gave Gu Ran two altar.

【"Wait, the hundred-year-old bamboo worm likes all fragrant things, including the nectar of the Angui flower, and the Angui flower relies on the aroma of the nectar to soothe the Guigui Gu... Oh no! "]

Before Ming Zongyi could react, the middle-aged man next to him seemed to feel something, and suddenly opened his eyes, with a gloomy luster in his pupils, and let out a low growl like a beast.

"Roar!!!!"

Chapter 5 It is enough for me to have this heart

Without too much hesitation, Ming Zongyi jumped back, circulated his inner breath, and shouted loudly.

"Senior Lu!"

Ming Zongyi's train of thought was not clear. When something happened, he would back away without saying a word, and at the same time he did not forget to call for reinforcements. Although he didn't know how much level this middle-aged man would have left after his death, there was absolutely no way to shake people. Wrong, safety first.

This series of thoughts and actions happened in an instant, and Ming Zongyi's reaction was perfect, but...

What responded to him was the sound of snoring from the house not far away, which was extremely uniform.

fuck.

Let alone reinforcements, Ming Zongyi can't even run. The Returning Gu in a riot state is extremely aggressive. It may kill everywhere, and maybe it will attack Lu who is drunk and sleeping soundly. It turned out that Ming Zongyi had seen how much sleep this old man could die after drinking, and he didn't expect him to be useful at all.

【"It seems that I have to rely on myself. The dead who have activated the return Gu have less than [-]% of their combat power. Usually, they can easily win, but I have never learned how to restore the return to tranquility. Are you going to beat him to death?"]

Ming Zongyi concentrated his attention and looked at the middle-aged man who slowly walked out of the room. His limbs were very stiff and uncoordinated, and his body was full of flaws, which made Ming Zongyi feel much more at ease.

The middle-aged man let out a wild roar, took the initiative to attack, and rushed forward in a strange posture, with his inner breath overflowing from his body—it looked amazing, but it was actually a manifestation of his lack of control over his inner breath.

Ming Zongyi used Tai Chi techniques one after another to relieve the strength of the middle-aged man. This is what he learned from Zang Feixing. The other party has learned a lot of Tai Chi. I don't know whether it is his own martial arts or Qu Chen's chance. Come and pass it on to him.

The middle-aged man was not considered strong during his lifetime, let alone after his death. Ming Zongyi didn't feel any pressure, but it's not a problem if he continues like this. His own life is not in danger, and he doesn't want to really offend the deceased. After taking two shots, it would have been beaten to a pulp.

【"Yes...Senior Gu has a medicine garden, and there should be Angui flowers in it."】

With this in mind, Ming Zongyi had a plan, and led the middle-aged man all the way to the outside of Gu Ran's medicine garden, and then seized the opportunity to knock him down with a sweeping kick, and then quickly ran into the medicine garden—— ——He didn't want this middle-aged man to enter the medicine garden, for he was afraid that the other party would wreak havoc inside.

There are a lot of things planted in Gu Ran's medicine garden, but Ming Zongyi sniffed it lightly, without even looking at it with his eyes, and locked the location of the Angui flower, picked up two Angui flowers, rushed out the door, Holding the flower and wrestling beside the middle-aged man for a while, An Gui Hua finally played its role, sending Gui Gu to a deep sleep, and the crisis was resolved.

【"How did you encounter this kind of bad luck..."】

Ming Zongyi sighed, carried the middle-aged man back, put on a new Angui flower, sent the two bugs away, and sprinkled a new insect repellent on the side, finally finished all this... .... Before he had time to catch his breath, familiar footsteps came from outside the door... Gu Ran came back.

Ming Zongyi’s expression at that time was like that of Mu Ling who had eaten something wrong————————————— Thinking that the box contained white sugar, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, but found that it was salt. In short, he had a face of "the world deceived me" Suffering and deep hatred.

Seeing Ming Zongyi's expression of eating shit-flavored chocolate, Gu Ran was also slightly taken aback, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ming Zongyi told him what happened.

"The hundred-year-old bamboo worm..." Gu Ran was taken aback for a moment, with apologetic expression on his face, "I was negligent, did you get hurt?"

"Fortunately it wasn't A Ling who came..." Ming Zongyi said, "I'm fine, but A Ling is hard to say, not to mention Senior Lu, if he drank alcohol, he would have no ability to resist at all. Senior Gu, you have to pay attention in the future."

"I know..." Gu Ran nodded and sighed in a low voice, "I thought it was just a few days away, there would be no problem... Lin Zhixian, he died with too much resentment."

Gu Ran seemed unwilling to talk more about this matter with Ming Zongyi, and soon fell silent. Ming Zongyi didn't ask any further questions, and left with the medical book.

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In the evening, when Qu Chen was teaching Ming Zongyi, Zang Feixing, and Xiao Tianhuang martial arts, there was a knock on the door, and it was Gu Ran who came to visit.

"Qu Shaoxia." He whispered: "Can I take a step to speak."

Qu Chen looked calm, nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.

——Zang Feixing instantly lay on the door like a gecko, wanting to hear something.

Xiao Tianhuang's expression was cold, and his tone was not without disgust.

"Idiot, what are you doing.

"Hush..." Zang Feixing hastily stretched out his index finger, gestured for silence, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "They must be talking about something shameful, let me eavesdrop. "

Ming Zongyi tactfully persuaded: "Is this not very good..."

"What's wrong." Zang Feixing had a serious face, pressing his face tightly against the door, wanting to hear the conversation outside, "Brother, he always hides everything in his heart and never tells us anything , My eavesdropping is to help him relieve his worries, this is the real consideration for him."

Ming Zongyi squinted and said: "This sophistry really has A Ling's style."

Xiao Tianhuang nodded calmly, and agreed: "Smart people have their own intelligence, but fools are the opposite."

"When you two have the skills, don't ask me what they said, you only know how to talk sarcastic!" Zang Feixing snorted, "I'm the only one who is really doing it for the good of senior brother!"

"Oh?"

With a click, the door was suddenly pushed open, Zang Feixing didn't react at all, the whole person was still lying on the door, a hand stretched in from the outside, and caught him straight, Zang Feixing even missed the opportunity to slip away None, without a doubt, it was Qu Chen.

He calmly said: "So, Third Junior Brother wants to relieve my worries."

——Obviously, the unlucky Zang Feixing didn't hear anything and didn't say anything, and Qu Chen heard everything he said.

Zang Feixing smelled the breath of being used as cheap labor with his keen fish-catching spirit, and immediately said with a dry smile: "Hey, big brother, it is enough for me to have this kind of heart."