Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

He paused, frowning slightly, "Do you still remember what your master taught you? You should have some understanding in your heart."

Zhou Botong was silent for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Are you saying that there is a deeper conspiracy behind Murong Fu's matter?"

Lin Changfeng did not answer directly, but slowly said: "These men in black are not just for Murong Fu's revenge, they are more like acting for a greater goal.

It's just that these goals may not be a bad thing for us.

The situation in the rivers and lakes is complicated and unpredictable. There are often more people behind a storm."

Zhou Botong was shocked when he heard it, and suddenly felt that things seemed to be much more complicated than they imagined.

If it is true as the master said, the enemies in front of them are not just for personal grudges, then what are they pursuing?

At this time, Lin Changfeng gently stood up and patted Zhou Botong on the shoulder: "Have a good rest. We will discuss this after dawn. The most important thing now is to ensure our own safety."

Zhou Botong nodded and said nothing more. He just watched Lin Changfeng's back gradually go away, and the doubts in his heart became heavier.

…

The next day, the morning sun shone through the leaves, the stream was a little golden, the air was fresh, as if everything had returned to tranquility.

But Lin Changfeng knew that this tranquility was only temporary.

The man in black was still not far away and could appear at any time.

"Master, when will we start practicing?"

Zhou Botong asked impatiently. He had stopped thinking about other problems last night.

All his thoughts were on how to master those seemingly simple but extremely critical martial arts.

Lin Changfeng smiled slightly: "You are not in a hurry to practice those moves.

Instead, you must first learn how to observe and judge the enemy's movements.

A true master does not rely solely on force, but through thinking and judgment to decide when to attack and when to hide."

Zhou Botong nodded silently, his eyes firm: "I understand."

Lin Changfeng sat down slowly, patted the grass gently, and motioned Zhou Botong to sit down: "Okay, then let's start with the most basic.

Today's practice is not bare-handed kung fu or swordsmanship.

I want you to observe everything around you from now on.

You must pay attention to any slight movement."

"What should I do?" Zhou Botong asked doubtfully.

"Close your eyes and feel the breath around you."

Lin Changfeng whispered, "The airflow between heaven and earth is changing all the time.

You must learn to perceive and learn to find the key from tiny signs."

Zhou Botong was a little puzzled, but he still did it.

Close your eyes, and the sound in your ears seems to be clearer.

The rustling of leaves in the wind, the sound of the stream flowing in the distance, and all the subtle sounds around were clearly heard.

"Relax your mind and feel every detail."

Lin Changfeng's voice sounded again, low and powerful, "You must learn to stay calm in chaos and learn to hear the key sounds in the noise."

Zhou Botong closed his eyes and slowly felt the breath around him.

Gradually, he seemed to be able to sense the weak fluctuations in the air, as if some kind of power was flowing.

With the ups and downs of the wind and the changes in the airflow, he seemed to be able to feel some subtle tension.

"Master, I feel something different." Zhou Botong opened his eyes and said excitedly.

Lin Changfeng nodded, his eyes full of praise: "Very good, I have already felt it a little bit.

Remember, this is not only a training of the senses, but also a training of the state of mind.

You have to be calm and calm in any situation."

Zhou Botong nodded seriously: "I will continue to practice, Master."

Just then, there was a whisper in the woods in the distance, and there seemed to be footsteps.

Lin Changfeng's eyes became sharp in an instant.

He gently signaled Zhou Botong to keep quiet and whispered: "The enemy is coming, be prepared to deal with it."

Zhou Botong immediately put away all his distracting thoughts and concentrated on his vigilance.

Lin Changfeng's eyes were sharp, staring at the woods.

The air flow fluctuations he felt became more and more obvious, and the breath in the distance was quietly approaching.

"Keep calm,"

He whispered to Zhou Botong, "Don't act rashly, observe their movements."

Zhou Botong took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

Although he was just a beginner at this time, Lin Changfeng's teachings had been deeply engraved in his heart.

Although his heartbeat accelerated, he forced himself to stay calm.

The whispers became clearer, mixed with some vague conversations, which seemed to be a conversation between two people.

Zhou Botong tried to capture any useful information from it.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the breath, trying to find out the enemy's hidden intentions.Suddenly, a sound of footsteps broke through the air, the pace of the footsteps was a little hurried, and there was obviously a sense of urgency.

"Master, look, they are coming towards us." Zhou Botong whispered carefully, with a hint of alertness in his eyes.

Lin Changfeng nodded gently, signaling him to keep quiet.

His eyes never left the woods, and his hands slowly raised, as if preparing something.

"No hurry, observe first." His voice was calm and calm.

Zhou Botong focused all his attention on the changes in airflow.

He could feel the increasing sense of oppression in the air, as if two breaths were approaching quietly.

One of them was obviously murderous, and the other seemed more stable.

"It's two people." Zhou Botong frowned and said, "One of them seems to have a strange breath, and the other is more stable."

"Very good."

Lin Changfeng nodded slightly, "Remember, each enemy's breath has different characteristics.

The fact that you can sense the difference has proved that you are making progress."

Zhou Botong took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. "Master, they seem to be approaching."

At this moment, the two men finally emerged from the bushes.

One was a tall man with a knife in his hand, his steps were steady, and his breath was cold.

The other was smaller, his face was a little pale, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Lin Changfeng asked softly, his eyes like knives, shooting straight at the two men.

The tall man stopped, his eyes flashed, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer.

He glanced at Zhou Botong and sneered: "It seems that you are practicing martial arts, I won't disturb you."

But Zhou Botong keenly noticed that the pale man's hand was tightly grasping the dagger at his waist, as if ready to pull it out at any time.

"Master, be careful!" Zhou Botong said suddenly, his body tensed instantly, and his eyes never left the two strangers.

Lin Changfeng's eyes were like a cold blade, not moved by the atmosphere outside at all.

He leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for the other party's further action.

"Just say whatever you want to say. There's no need to disturb me and my apprentice."