Chapter 3 The So-called Practice
Chapter 3 So-called practice
"The so-called practice, as the name suggests, is to practice while walking. It is also said that traveling thousands of miles is better than reading thousands of books. You little devil is another person who doesn't like reading. You have to go big and walk very hard. If you don't walk 30,000 or 50,000 miles, you will be an idiot in the future." Faced with Jiang Yu's request to learn his own art, Wufan, who was holding a roasted dog leg in his hand, gave a big answer with such a smile without any sincerity.
Therefore, at this late spring time, the master and disciple crossed mountains and ridges, and wandered around aimlessly. I won’t say what Wufan’s cultivation is. He can sleep peacefully in a group of tigers and leopards, roll around in the poisonous snake cave, and whistle at will, hundreds of monkeys intimately brought him various fruits. Even Jiangyu, with his extraordinary talent, crossed the cliffs and floated on the river, which was easy. The master and disciple were wandering around in the mountains and forests for three months, but Wufan did not teach Jiangyu’s cultivation method.
Until March later, facing the toxic sun on his head that could make people shine oil, the two stood at the source of the Nujiang Canyon in Hengduan Mountains. Wufan lazily teared and gnawed a roasted rabbit, and looked at Jiangyu with a smile and asked him: "It's been three months since I walked from Yangzhou to this extremely wild place in the southwest. Do you have any understanding?"
He was ragged and covered in dark skin, and he became thinner, as if a big skeleton was standing on the ground, without any popularity. A pair of big eyes but extra divine Jiangyu sat cross-legged beside Wufan, raised his right index finger and gently 'shushed' on his mouth: "Master, don't open the sound, I'm listening to the sound of the petals of wisteria falling down; have you heard it? On the mountain in front, there are several mountain azaleas blooming; at the foot of the mountain behind, two mountain rabbits are fighting; and in the water, there is a fish teasing a crab."
He looked at Jiang Yu in surprise, and Wufan threw the roasted rabbit out casually. He clapped his palms, and Wufan jumped up and laughed, "In the past three months, you only drink mountain springs and eat wild fruits. It turns out that your spiritual growth has improved. Well, the journey of thousands of miles begins at your feet. From tomorrow, we continue to walk on the road. On the road, we will start to teach you how to refine qi." After fiddling with Jiang Yu's hair like a rotten bird's nest, Wufan said happily: "Remember, this sect's mind method is the most important thing. Just do whatever you want. Don't deliberately, don't force it, everything is natural."
So, the master and apprentice turned around and headed north from Nujiang Canyon, walking around without any purpose. Wufan only took seven days to lead the river fish into the threshold of Qi refining, making Wufan feel complacent and proud of his own understanding of people. When the sun was rising, the master and apprentice collected pure yang purple qi on the mountain; when the jade toad was hanging high, the master and apprentice took the Taiyin true yin on the mountain; at midnight, he went to the quiet place of the mountain stream and pool to understand the power of the stars.
In this journey like a savage, the acquired vulgarity of the river fish has been tempered and its body has returned to its most primitive and pure state. Now he and Xingzong are both covered with animal skins, disheveled hair, and their faces are like beggars. However, there is a bright light flashing in their eyes, roaring proudly in the mountains and forests. The master and disciple run with the deer, hunting with tigers, observe the mountain eagle flying, and play with the monkeys. Before they know it, all the behavior of the river fish began to follow the most natural and basic movements of the wild beasts, and their strength and speed have been greatly enhanced compared to before. Now, with a light leap, he can cross a river about two feet wide, jump up one or five feet high, and his body is light, like a monkey or a bird.
Finally, when the first snowflakes in winter fell, Jiangyu broke a piece of watermelon-sized sandstone on the golden top of Mount Emei. Jiangyu, who was ecstatic, ran down the mountain and found Wufan, who was setting up a medicine stall at the foot of the mountain, and boasted himself excitedly: "Master, I now have three or five hundred kilograms of strength on my pair of arms. My elder brother is not as strong as mine, so I am a master?" Jiangyu, who was excited, flipping a few hollow somersaults on the spot, and 'haha' made a few punches and kicking a few kicks, showing off his appearance as if martial arts are invincible in the world.
"Well, master?" Wufan touched the beard on his face and slowly began to clean up his medicine stall. He looked at Jiang Yu with malicious intentions and said with a strange smile: "Well, you are a master. In the court of the Tang Dynasty, I am afraid that those lieutenant-level people will not be able to withstand you two or three punches. Okay, keep on rushing, you have also grown up recently, so you can do some work for your master."
"Where is the way to work? What's the way to work?" Jiang Yu looked at Wufan stupidly, feeling a premonition that he was not very good.
Wufan made the medicine bags into a big package, looked at Jiang Yu lazily, and said with a strange smile: "Master is greedy. If you want to drink the 50-year-old Shanxi apricot flower wine, it will cost a lot. This medicine cannot be sold for three large amounts of money a day. Since the disciples are all masters, it will naturally require the disciple to relieve the master's worries."
Jiang Yu slapped his chest and said loudly: "Master is worried, and the disciple is obedient. I still know a little about this kind of etiquette of respecting the teacher and valuing education. Well, how can the disciple make money?"
He looked at Jiang Yu even more strangely, and Wu Fan smiled sinisterly: "Good disciple, you are not disgusted with beating people behind the scenes, so you have no disgust?" Seeing Jiang Yu's head shaking like a rattle, Wu Fan smiled with a 'hehe': "The teacher also thinks so, so let's go to Songshan! The richest Zen forest today is Songshan Shaolin Temple."
Half a month later, at the foot of Songshan Mountain, pilgrims competed to tell that there was a thief who was specifically beaten and slap behind his back and committed crimes wildly. Moreover, the thief was very strange. He did not beat pilgrims, but a monk who specialized in beating bald monks. In just five or six days, there was a monk who went down the mountain to buy oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, a monk who was parading down the mountain, and a monk who was returning to the mountain to report the incident was beaten with a stick as thick as a bowl, and everything on his body was stripped cleanly.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple was furious and sent three hundred monks to search the mountains. So Jiangyu, who was counting the spoils from five or six days in the mountain nest, was blocked by three monks. He was beaten by a stick and his body was covered in purple and covered in flesh. He cried and shouted and threw away all the money and stuffed, and ran away in a panic. During the Tang Dynasty, how powerful and elite were the monks in Shaolin Temple? It can be said that they were the most powerful army in the world. With one move, they moved their whole body, and three hundred monks swarmed in. Jiangyu was chased by monks for 300 miles. During this period, he almost died and lived several times. Finally, he finally used his old tricks and called several groups of beasts along the way to ambush them. He finally escaped from the heavens by the beasts.
The fish covered in wounds fell in a mountain forest and cried loudly, feeling that they had never suffered such great losses in their lives or suffered such great humiliation. Anyone of the three monks could beat him up to make him dizzy and wonder what year it was today. This completely destroyed shattered the little pride and arrogance that popped up in his heart.
Wufan chewed the ears of a pig, and appeared beside Jiang Yu like a ghost, and said with a smile: "My master disciple, how do you feel? The three hundred monk soldiers didn't break your legs. It seems that the evaluation is correct. My Wangyue's escaping skill is indeed the best in the world."
Jiang Yu jumped up and kowtowed to Wufan and said, "Master, my disciple knows that he is wrong, so please give me more advice."
Wufan asked him with a smile: "Where is the mistake?"
Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and shouted: "The disciple is wrong. You shouldn't be arrogant when you think you are a master. The disciple is even more wrong. If you hit the slap, you should stop when you see it and escape from the crime scene in time. The disciple even understands that even if you hit the slap, the better your skills are!"
Wufan was silent for a long time, and then nodded helplessly and said, "You can get rid of your pride and be very pleased to be your teacher. However, since the slaughter is your hobby, the teacher will not say anything. When you have that ability, you will go to the slaughter of the current emperor, and I don't care about you." Putting the pig's head in your hand casually, Wufan jumped up and smiled and said, "You little baby, you have learned a lesson now. The three hundred monk soldiers who captured you are just the covers of Shaolin Temple outside. Their real masters have not been sent out yet. Remember, practice one way to cultivate your mind first!"
Humility and caution are the profound lessons that Jiang Yu has learned with his head. Of course, this lesson also told Jiang Yu that even if he has the ability to do something powerful in the future, it seems that he will be the best choice. After all, among the monks who were overturned by him, there are a few good men who have gone down the mountain and traveled in the gutter that have capsized.
Jiang Yu, who was taught a lesson, finally suppressed his flying nature deep in his heart, and followed Wufan carefully to learn the art seriously. After leaving Songshan, the master and apprentice traveled through famous mountains and rivers in the world, explored the secrets, understood the way of nature of heaven and man, and enjoyed themselves. The mountains were trampled by the river fish, and the rivers were crossed by him at will. Before he knew it, Jiang Yu's mood was very different from the time in Yangzhou City. He played with the big carp about a stubborn long in the Yellow River, fought with the river group three feet in the Yangtze River, and raced with the terrifying salmon in the Tianchi Lake of Changbai Mountain, and competed with the monster that looked like a dragon but was not a dragon in Qinghai Lake. Jiang Yu's vision was wide open, but he was also playing and playing, secretly matching the natural rhythm.
The master and apprentice spent two years traveling around the world. They wandered among the mountains and rivers, set up stalls in the market, saw all the various aspects of life, and saw all the ups and downs of the tides. Finally, one night, the true energy in Jiangyu's body was about to fly. A dragon roar shocked the people of the small town where the master and apprentice were temporarily stopped and stirred up, Wufan led Jiangyu away from the Central Plains and headed straight towards the northwest.
After crossing three thousand miles of barren land, seeing the bloody battle between the Tang army and the Tubo army, and even let Jiang Yu take action to secretly knock over several Tubo princes and princes from behind with a stick to practice, the master and disciple finally arrived at the Kunlun Mountains. When the main peak of the Kunlun Mountains was still looming in the distance, Wufan had already knelt down and knelt down towards that day, the land, the mountains, the river, the soil, the grass, and the endless world. "Kunlun, I am back! Three hundred years ago, I am Wufan!"
Wufan's eyes were excited, shocked, vicissitudes, and a trace of prehistoric world left over from ancient times. Jiangyu's eyes were bored, boring, and thoughtless. He had no fondness for the Kunlun Mountains that looked deserted. He stood beside Wufan with his lips curled his lips and said happily in his heart: "Blow it, brag, your uncle's bragging level has increased a lot in the past few days. Haven't come back to Kunlun Mountain for three hundred years? Where are you Gui Geng?"
While laughing in his heart, Wufan said in a low voice: "Jiang Yu, knelt down and kowtow. He kowtowed to the ancestors of our sect, to the gods of this heaven and earth, to the spirits of Kunlun. Gods are transformed by heaven and earth, and naturally created. The mental methods of this sect come from nature, from the great roads of the prehistoric world, and the gods of this heaven, this earth, and the gods are all things we must respect."
Jiang Yu knelt helplessly, and according to Wufan's request, he performed the great ceremony of kneeling three and nine kowtowing in four directions. Then he raised his head and muttered: "Are the gods of heaven and earth? Nowadays, what is the worship of Li Laojun and Tathagata Buddha in Yangzhou City? What is this god of heaven and earth?"
Wufan was in a state of turmoil, but he was too lazy to teach this lazy doll. He took Jiangyu's hand and took big steps towards the depths of Kunlun Mountain. While running, he smiled and said, "The ancestor of this sect finally sat down at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Later, the ancestor of this sect turned the place where the ancestor was sitting down into the place where the gate of the Moon-Wangyue Gate is located. Jiangyu, you also have to go to the mountain gate and choose the longbow that suits you."
Jiang Yu glanced at the big bow on Wufan's back that was a little taller than an ordinary person, and he burst into tears in his heart: "The ancestors are here, and now they are popular with swords. Which of the legendary masters are not using swords? Or other surprise weapons, such as the storytelling "Phoenix-winged Gilded Boring" is also a good guy, so majestic? Why do you do with a big bow on your back? I don't know, I thought we were all hunting!"
Jiang Yu was worried. He was too ill with a big bow on his back. He was determined to be a 'Central Plains Jingjie Tiger'. If his weapon was a longbow that could laugh off the big teeth of a man, he was very worried about his first impression in the heart of the beautiful woman who was destined to belong to him in the future. "The bitches in Yangzhou all like handsome young masters, the kind of folding fans in his hand. I think the beauties in the martial arts world would not like an idiot who carried a longbow but didn't bring even an arrow?" He looked at Wufan carefully again. Yes, he didn't have a quiver on his body?
After trekking in the Kunlun Mountains, which were as cold wind as the snowflakes, after half a month of traveling, Wu Fan finally brought Jiangyu to a tall and steep mountain peak. I don’t know what he had done. On the ice cliff that looked neat and white, an incomplete cave entrance appeared at some time. Wu Fan led Jiangyu to kowtow and bowed to the cave, and then with a little trembling caution, he took Jiangyu’s hand into the cave.
Looking out of the cave, the cave was pitch black, but when he entered the cave, Jiang Yu was shocked to find that the light in the cave was bright and soft, and the four walls of the cave were as smooth as jade. There was no light at all. I don’t know where the light came from. After passing a road that was hundreds of feet long, the master and the disciple arrived in a large cave that was more than ten feet high and more than a hundred feet long. The shape of the cave was also very irregular. There was a huge bluestone table in the middle, and there were seven or eight stone cushions randomly placed on the ground. This was the only thing in the cave.
Jiang Yu was cursing the poverty of the Wangyue Sect in his heart, thinking that no wonder his master was going to be the medicine vendor, but he saw Wufan had walked to the stone table, picked up four or five pieces of letter paper from it and flipped through it. He only saw Wufan's body trembling a few times, and his expression was sad and happy on his face. He turned to Jiang Yu and smiled bitterly: "Advisor, there are only you and me in the Wangyue Sect. The master, the master and the master and the second uncle, have ascended to heaven. The other two fellow disciples have not been able to get through that level and have already transformed. The Wangyue Sect has only you and me."
"Master, uncle, second master, master, God, I'm apart, I wonder if there will be a meeting in the future?" Wu Fan sighed in a low voice, took Jiang Yu's hand, and walked along another corridor to a small stone chamber. This stone chamber was more than a thousand feet high, but only about twenty feet wide, giving people a very strange feeling. Under the four walls of the stone chamber, there were more than twenty people with sad faces sitting cross-legged, with a pair of eyes tightly closed without any vitality. On the stone chamber, which was about three feet above the ground, there were hundreds of murals of the size of a real person. The people on the mural were vivid, with a hair visible clearly, and the colors were brilliant, like a real person.
Jiang Yu curiously touched the person closest, but suddenly screamed in horror: "Help, zombie!" The tentacles of the corpse were cold and hard as if they were as hard as gold and stone. Jiang Yu immediately thought of the most terrifying things in folk legends.
Wufan slapped Jiang Yu's forehead heavily and cursed angrily: "Farting is simply stinking. Which zombie dares to come in the mountain gate of my Wangyue Gate? These are the corpses of the ancestors of this sect who have been transformed into. Those who stay here are all seniors who have reached the Vajra body. If you live in death, what are you afraid of? What you just touched is the senior brother who is your master, your master uncle!"
"Ah?" Jiang Yu twisted his neck suddenly, stared at the "Master" for a long time, and finally said stutteringly: "But, Master, why does your senior brother look at least thirty years younger than you? I'm afraid that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old?"
"Beast, nonsense, nonsense, all nonsense! Your master is 87 years older than your master, how could he be thirty years younger than your master?" Wufan was in a bad mood. He muttered with the letter papers: "Okay, two people who were sitting in a mess, three people who ascended, but haven't accepted a disciple yet. We are in the Moon Sect, and now we are having fun! If it is said that I have only two sects in the Moon Sect, I can guarantee that those bastards who don't like us will come to the door to grab our treasures soon!"
After a few smiles, Wufan looked up at the murals that were more than 800 feet above the ground and dozens of paintings in a circle and said bitterly: "The second generation of ancestors, there were 97 people ascended; the third generation of ancestors, there were 85 people ascended; the fourth generation of ancestors, there were only 37 people ascended; and in the generation of Master and others, there were only three people ascended. At most, there were nearly 10,000 disciples at this sect, but now there are only two people. Is this land of Jiuzhou really not suitable for us to live in?"
He looked at the two flesh bodies closest to the door with a little sadness. Wufan said in a low voice: "I don't know what Jiang Yu's fortune is. I don't know what I, Wufan, have I left a broken flesh body to fall into reincarnation, or have the image of the true god on this screen wall and ascend smoothly?"
Jiang Yu had long been in a state of dementia. He looked at the corpses, looked at Wufan, looked at Wufan, and then looked at the corpses. Finally, he screamed: "Ghost!" No matter how brave he was, he was too young after all, and in such a strange stone chamber, he could not bear the psychological pressure and simply fainted.
Wufan smiled bitterly, grabbed his forehead and thought, "Well, am I too much? I haven't told him anything about the master in the past two years! However, isn't this kid very brave on weekdays? Hey, he dared to peek at the client in the brothel! It turns out that this kid is either a brave man or a brave man who dares to be a big shot. Hey!"
After laughing a few times, Wufan knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the three figures at the bottom of the screen wall, slowly stood up and whispered: "You are walking simply, leaving letters to tell who will return to the master's sect last, and the burden of the glorious gate will be handed over to him. It's ridiculous that I, Wufan, have been in the Central Plains for a hundred years, but I have met Jiang Yu, a top-quality good embryo, where can I go to find disciples? The world of the Central Plains is full of waves, material desires are rife, and people have been closed since they were born. Where can I have a person suitable for this sect's avenue?"
He lifted the Jiangyu in one hand, and Wufan walked out of the stone chamber and arrived at a grotto at the deepest part of the mountain gate of Wangyue Gate. He threw the Jiangyu away, slapped the Jiangyu three or five times in a row and woke up, and said in a deep voice: "This is the place where all the ancestors of my Wangyue Gate stored the treasures they refined since the prehistoric times. After the ancestors sat or ascended, their weapons and the treasures they refined were left here. They were originally prepared for the use of Guangda Portal, but unfortunately there are many treasures now, but there are very few disciples. Please select the items you want according to your original intention!"
"Baby!" Jiang Yu, who was scared just now, immediately got up, looked at Wufan with a flattering smile and said, "Master, have you said that you have a baby? Why did you take me to see the dead? You really haven't been back here for three hundred years? Then, isn't you an old man over 300 years old? How could it be? You are so fierce, you look only about forty years old at most!"
Wufan sat on the ground, picked up his arms and shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up, hurry up and use your first natural heart to choose the magic weapon that is destined to be with you among these treasures. When you have the strength to know about the master's affairs, the master will naturally tell you." He looked at Jiang Yu very badly and smiled strangely: "You have been fighting for two years. Master, I will let this dull gourd be kept for a few more years, but it will be fine."
Jiang Yu was so angry that he muttered: "Forget it, it's just a dull gourd, what am I afraid of? Humph, this is a place to hide treasures. Let's see if I pick out a few more treasures, I feel sorry for you."
With an equally bad idea, Jiang Yu looked around the huge grotto. With a "wow", he almost blew out blood. The walls of this grotto were hung, inlaid in the walls, hanging on the ceiling, piled on the floor, and offering on the stone platform were all the ones that Jiang Yu thought were the most vulgar, the most lacking in the style of a ranger, and the other without the style of a master. Big bows! A handful of long or short, wide or narrow, thick or thin, large or small. The largest one was three feet high, the smallest one was the size of a palm, the most gorgeous and transparent whole body was like gems, and the most crude one was carved from stones, with a total of more than 30,000 handles, and various large bows!
‘Bang’, Jiang Yu sat on the ground and roared in a terrifying manner: “Master, are all the treasures in our portal big bows? There is nothing else?”
Wufan's strange eyes rolled and said angrily: "How come there is nothing else? Can you underestimate the master's sect? No, aren't there more than two thousand quiver pots hanging there? But they are all good things!"
Jiang Yu's little accomplished true energy churned in his body, and finally a mouthful of blood spurted out of Xu Yuan. He wailed: "Master, can't I practice swords?"
Wufan slapped Jiang Yu on the forehead and shouted loudly: "Practice sword? What's the best thing to practice? Kongkonger, Jingjinger and their group of talents from the three islands overseas practice swords. In terms of lethality, how can they compare to the secret arrow technique of my Wangyue Sect? My Wangyue Sect is the first to lethality, the first to practice speed, the first to improve realm, the first to save life, and the first to power and energy. What sword can compare to our bow? Go and choose a big bow that is destined to be with you. Start tomorrow, Master will teach you the real secret technique of this sect!"
With a 'chila', two sharp lights shot out from Wufan's eyes, as if the substance of golden light had shot more than two feet away, shaking Jiang Yu from the ground. Wufan shouted angrily: "You have never seen the mystery of this sect, so you are here to speak loudly. If the law enforcement envoy of this sect is still there, you would have dragged you down to beat the board! However, now there are few people in this sect, and the master is the head of this sect, the law enforcement envoy of this sect, the law protection envoy of this sect, the law-giving envoy of this sect, the law-giving envoy of this sect, the law-giving envoy of this sect, the law-giving envoy of this sect, the law-giving envoy of this sect, the law-giving envoy of this sect, the mountain patrol envoy of this sect, and the many positions are integrated into one, and you can still be able to hit your butt!"
** Under the threat of force, Jiang Yu put away the fragile heart that was shocked. For a moment, he didn't know what year it was in heaven and earth tonight. He strides to the middle of this huge cave, closed his eyes, opened his heart wholeheartedly, and released his natural mind that had developed a trace of natural and agile spiritual consciousness after his natural heart was first formed.
Almost as Jiang Yu's body shone with a light green light, all the longbows in the entire cave emitted a bright light at the same time, and a slight trembling sound was heard. Wu Fan's eyes were two more rays of light shot out. He looked at the grand scene where the magic weapon in the cave was shining at the same time, and suddenly burst into tears: "Are you lonely too?"
As lonely as the tide, the unwilling thoughts surged out of the tens of thousands of longbows and quivering pots, gathering into a huge spiritual power, pouring into the heart of Jiangyu. With the fragile cultivation of Jiangyu's heart, Jiangyu's heart was instantly broken through his heart and fell into the lonely world. Those longbows were complaining, crying, and shouting loudly. They were all existences who had slaughtered countless powerful inhumans, slaughtered hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts, creatures, tore up the heavens and the earth, and shocked the sky. They already had their own souls. They were unwilling to waste their own power and time in this cave. They were looking forward to a new master, taking them across the nine provinces and the world, and completely smashing the gods, people, and ghosts who looked high and overlooking sentient beings.
Such loneliness comes from the loneliness of the prehistoric world, and such sadness comes from the hero's unwillingness to be lonely, which puts Jiang Yu's young mind on the verge of collapse. These long bows and quiver pots come from the unique natural breath of the moon, but they protect Jiang Yu's mind and allow him to clearly feel his own statement. In the spiritual fluctuations like the tide, it is a moment of billions of years, understanding, understanding, and experiencing. A snap of your finger can make three thousand worlds, but in a moment, Jiang Yu's forehead has already burst into bright divine light, and his natural heart has actually become Mahayana.
The tens of thousands of ancestors of the Wangyue Sect, whose purest sense of nature condensed on their own magic tools, washed the heart of Jiangyu like flowing water. There was no side effects and nothing changed in Jiangyu, but Jiangyu's natural heart did tend to be Mahayana. Although it was still very weak, as weak as the candlelight in the wind, the quality was the natural heart, and even the purer nature heart than the realm of Wuxian.
"The ancestor has appeared! The ancestor has appeared! If the heavens fail, I will look at the moon! "Wufan has already knelt on the ground, looking at the longbows glowing in the cave devs. "I am a person with a hundred times better qualification than I Wufan. If I look at the moon, I will look at the rejuvenation of the moon."
A deep, as if the soul of the ancestors came from the prehistoric world, sounded in Jiang Yu's heart. This summoning echoed in the cave, and the longbow glowing in the cave suddenly dimmed and restored its original quality. Jiang Yu stretched out his hand to the void in a daze, feeling a heart pulsation faintly connected by blood, and suddenly rang somewhere in front of him.
A burly body sitting cross-legged and half a head taller than an ordinary person appeared from the cave wall in front of him. A rough and quaint wooden bow on the knee, which looked like a broken wooden bow flew up heavy, slid over a hundred feet of space, and fell into Jiang Yu's hand with a faint green light. The body suddenly disappeared on the cave wall again, and Wufan on one side had already bowed to the body many times, and his forehead was already covered with redness and swollen.
As soon as the wooden bow came out, all the longbows in the cave made a sound of light, as if the ministers of the world worshiped their king, and then fell into a dead silence at the same time. Wufan's face had turned into ferociousness. He jumped up and slapped Jiang Yu's head with a heavy slap. He roared loudly and said, "Mysterious disciple, from tomorrow, my master must practice you well. Originally, you could have spent the remaining eight years and traveled comfortably with a ragged kung fu. But since this bow chose you, you should just wait to suffer! It doesn't matter if you die, but you can't insult this bow!"
Jiang Yu opened his eyes innocently, and looked at the tattered branch on his hand about six feet long, which was curved into a half-moon shape. The bark seemed to have not been peeled clean, and several strange twists and symbols were formed on the bow arm. The bowstring was a beast tendon of unknown nature, and it also had a smell of smell. It spurted a small mouthful of blood again: "My mother, if I used this tattered bow, I would be laughed to death by the people of the world? Master, Master, can I change one? The longbow made of gold hanging on the top of the cave is very good!"
"Treasure bow? Hum? Treasure bow? Hum?" Wu Fan was so angry that his eyes rushed. He snatched the wooden bow and stabbed it into Jiang Yu's body: "You little bastard, do you think he is a trash bow? If he is a trash bow, what is the "meteor flash" on my back on my back? Isn't it better to have a shit like a trash? From tomorrow, you'll wait for Master's trouble!" The wooden bow sank into Jiang Yu's body in his horrified and dull eyes, but there was no trace left.
He raised his head dullly, Jiang Yu couldn't speak for a long time. Wufan grabbed a bone bow with a flash of light from a stone platform beside him, and said in a deep voice: "This is the 'Siyaku Bow' made by your master, my master used the Kunpeng ribs dug out from the ice field. Before you are qualified to hold the 'Siyaku Bow' to practice with the 'Siyaku Bow'!" Wufan's face became even more ferocious, and his eyes twitched and cursed: "You little bastard, you little bastard! You are really a little bastard!"
In the state of madness for no reason, a little angry and sad, but more obviously driven by Wufan, Jiang Yu started his new cultivation journey around the Kunlun Mountains where snowstorms all year round. The most exquisite thing about the Moon-Watching is to let Moon-Watching the Moon-Watching the Magic Skills shock all those who know their existence.
At the highest peak of Kunlun Mountain, Jiang Yu, who was standing cross-legged on the top of the mountain, was waving like a sharp knife. Half a year later, he told Wufan that he could already understand the sound of the wind.
**At the wettest and rainy valley bottom of the plateau, the river fish stood on the reef of a big river, washed by the river water, washed by the rain. A year later, he told Wufan that he had already understood what water was.
On the boundless prairie, when the thunderstorm came, Jiang Yu held an iron bar in his hand and jumped desperately under the thunder clouds. Thunders were wiping across his body, and lightning struck the iron bar one by one. Jiang Yu's body became transparent from time to time. Two years later, he told Wufan that thunder was the command of heaven, and thunder was the sharp blade of Tianxing.
So Wufan took the river fish to a place with flowers in Kunlun Mountains. The river fish sat quietly in the flower field for two and a half years. The petals of spring stick to him gently, the grass in summer rubbed his body intimately, the fruits of autumn hit his head mischievously, and the yellow leaves in winter covered his whole body calmly. The insects chirped in the grass, and the corpse of the insect was gently dragged away by the ants, but the ants were dug through the nest by the pangolin. The pangolin was smoked out of the armor by a weasel...
Two and a half years later, he had been baptized by thunder and became sharp, like a river fish that had just emerged from the sharp sword, becoming much gentler and gentle. He told Wufan that he knew what life is and what death is. The evolution of the four seasons of two years made his heart more tender and sensitive. Of course, he also told Wufan very frankly that he liked life, but he liked to leave the withered and powerless death to others. Because he hated the rotten breath brought by the yellow leaves sticking to his body.
Then, Wufan took Jiangyu and climbed to the highest peak of the Kunlun Mountains again. The master and disciple sat quietly on the top of the mountain. Wufan explained the stars in the sky to Jiangyu, explaining the trajectory and changes of the stars, allowing Jiangyu to lie on the top of the mountain month by month, quietly realizing the movement of the stars, and telling him that this is also a part of nature.
After spending a year and a half, Wufan took Jiangyu back to the mountain gate of Wangyue. He pointed at a pile of herbs about ten feet high and five feet in diameter at the bottom and said with a stern face: "This is one of your last two homework. This is the spiritual medicine that has been collected for about hundreds of years in recent years. In the last half year, you must take all these spiritual medicines, then absorb their medicinal power, refine your body, and enhance your skills."
Jiang Yu, who was half a head taller than Wufan, looked at Wufan with condescendingly, and clattered his fist desperately, and said with a gloomy face: "Master, I am not a cow or a sheep. I have been practicing hard for nine years and have never eaten a bite of fireworks. I originally wanted to have a big meal with big wine and meat. But now you tell me, I want to eat grass for half a year? Aren't you playing with me?"
Wufan looked at Jiang Yu innocently with a bitter face, looking at the past with an unbearable look: "I took me a year to chew off such a large pile of herbs. Your body qualifications are much better than those of you, so it will be done in only half a year! Don't you think your skills are too weak? The true energy in your body is only equivalent to the true energy of an ordinary innate master for fifty or sixty years, and even the circulation of the Great Circle does not have the strength to operate?"
Jiang Yu's face became even more gloomy, and his already dark face became a little purple: "But, Master, you said that our Wangyue Sect is a sect for cultivating immortals. I only heard from Mr. Storytelling that gods all take pills, but I haven't heard that gods still have to eat grass?"
Wufan's eyes became even more innocent. He said to Jiang Yu gently: "But the ruler has its strengths and an inch has its weaknesses. We are all good at the Moon Sect, but we can't refine elixirs! And the sect that is the best in the world, our ancestors of all generations have offended them, and we will definitely not refine elixirs for us!"
He gently patted Jiang Yu's shoulder, and Wufan persuaded him: "For your name as the "Central Plain Jingjie Tiger", you can eat all this pile of spiritual medicine. Well, come, start with this thousand-year-old Polygonatum, which is the most important thing to replenish qi and replenish primordial energy." He had already stabbed the Polygonatum into Jiang Yu's mouth.
He swallowed a mouthful of bitter Polygonatum with a little bitterness. Jiang Yu looked at Wufan with a little premonition and asked him: "Well, what is another homework in the last half year?"
Wufan smiled happily, and he shrugged indifferently and said, "Oh, nothing, it's just learning some martial arts moves. Well, for example, the sticks in Shaolin Temple or something."
Jiang Yu's eyes widened even wider, his face had completely turned purple, he roared, "But, Master, didn't you say that we are immortals? What else should we learn martial arts? You, you, what are you fooling me?"
Shrugging helplessly, Wufan looked at Jiang Yu affectionately and said, "How could the master fool you? You are the only disciple of the master. But don't you think that if you are approaching your body by the enemy before your archery skills are perfect, before you can easily emit the invisible arrow of your master, it would be a terrifying thing?"
He smiled and said, "For example, if you missed the shot, Kongkong'er grabbed a sword and rushed to a place that was only ten feet away from you, and you wouldn't have time to shoot the arrow. At that time, you didn't think that if you had martial arts, a stick or other weapon in your hand, the chance of saving your life would be much greater? Hey, there is no way, there are fewer and fewer disciples in this sect, and many magical techniques passed down by the ancestors have been lost. Now the only remaining is the method of casting an indestructible body of Vajra, but it can't stand the desperate chopping, right? You can only learn a little martial arts!"
Jiang Yu's two claws had already become chicken claws. He roared wildly: "Master, what else should you tell me?"
Wufan blinked his eyes and finally said hesitantly: "Then, let me tell you the last and most important point. When you go to the world in the future, whether it is to help your elder brother Li Linfu or do something by yourself. If possible, try not to let others know that you are from the Wangyue Sect. This seems that other sects have some other ideas about our Wangyue Sect."
"What's your thought?" Jiang Yu had already pulled out a dagger he had made from behind.
"Well, our masters of the Moon-Watching Sect can lock them with the heart of nature and hurt people with hidden arrows. Our arrows are more than a hundred times faster than their flying swords. So, basically, when we discover that the people of the Moon-Watching Sect are all attacking in groups." Wufan took a step back carefully.
"Fuck!" Jiang Yu finally had a hysterical attack. What a natural heart that had long turned into a painting cake. Looking at the huge pile of herbs in front of him, Jiang Yu scratched his dagger towards Wufan's face with a very simple dagger: "I must leave some souvenirs for you today! Have you deceived me into getting on the pirate ship?"
Looking at the moon gate, there was a storm and no stop for a long time...
Chapter completed!