Cultivation Of Immortals Begins With A Funeral Scripture

"Am I sweating? The chili just now was too hot, with full stamina, and I'm still sweating. There are eight or nine such masters in Mo's family. They are not invincible in Wanquan County. How can I hear Brother Rulang say that?" Where is our Tieta Village number one in combat power?"

"Before our Tieta Village was established, their Mo family was already a famous family in Wanquan County, at least seven or eight hundred years old. It is not surprising that eight or nine geniuses who have practiced magic arts have come out in such a long time. After all, the number of people is counted. , their Mo family has several times the population of our iron tower village."

"As a co-author, you count as a person, and you don't even let go of other people's ancestral tablets!"

Ye Congwen knew that the old patriarch was a little unreliable sometimes, but he never thought that he would be so unreliable. Did he want to scare people to death in broad daylight?

"They are all people who rely on the virtues of their ancestors to enjoy their blessings. What's wrong with their ancestors? Don't they deserve a name? The Mo family is also inferior to each other. In ten years, their fertile land will be taken back by the demon hunters."

Ye Wudi moved his mouth disdainfully, with a look of complacency on his face, and said proudly:

"As long as no one from the three major families of Mo Linyu shows up who has practiced magic arts alive, in the entire Wanquan County, in terms of force value rankings, our Tieta Village will always be the first!"

"The patriarch's grandfather is very reasonable. Looking at the entire Wanquan County, except our Tieta Village, where can we find such a group of two or three meters tall strong men and strong sisters?"

Ye Congwen vaguely expected this in his heart, and suddenly remembered the Nanman and Beidi mentioned by the old patriarch, and asked whimsically:

"Our Huaye tribes are tall, powerful, and powerful. Could it be a branch of the Nanman Kingdom? Maybe they are the descendants of the royal family who got separated when the four kingdoms fought against the gods together in the battlefield of beasts? Can we no longer find anyone of our height and shape?"

Ye Wudi also frowned in puzzlement, vaguely feeling that there was such a possibility, but when he heard that the descendants of the royal family were involved, he suddenly felt that Ye Congwen was thinking in a whimsical way.

"Thanks to what you said, the descendants of the royal family are as shabby as we are, living on hunting?"

He waved his hand impatiently, and said seriously:

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these non-existent things, if you can produce a demon hunting guard, you will burn incense and worship Buddha, and you still expect an emperor to fall from the sky?

Rulang said that you are alone on the boat all day, a bit lonely, empty and cold? "

"What's the meaning?"

Ye Congwen couldn't help muttering: You're probably confusing Ruyan with Rulang!

"Ru Lang said that you waited for them to return from hunting in a boat all day long, and it was boring for too long, so you often let wooden bean sprouts accompany you?"

Ye Wudi curled his lips, his literary talent has not improved at all, isn't being bored and lonely just lonely, empty and cold?

This kid is growing up day by day, so I have to find something for him to pass the time, lest he do something hot-headed. After all, Wood Bean Sprout has a weak physique and is definitely not a good match.

"Oh, there is such a thing."

Ye Congwen nodded, so it would be logical for Dalbean Sprout to accompany him to relieve boredom.

"Are you still practicing the Pofengquan I taught you? Show me the whole set."

Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch wanted to question whether he had the intention of practicing kung fu, so he got up quickly, closed his eyes and meditated, as if his limbs had memorized, he performed a set of 108 movements in a row, dazzling his eyes.

While Ye Wudi nodded, he was surprised, shook his head and sighed:

This kid is talented, he can learn quickly and accurately, but unfortunately his physique is too weak to reflect the peerless power of this Fist Technique at all.

The Ye family's Pofeng Fist is as fast as a gust of wind and rain, as fierce as the scorching sun, and one punch is like a tiger coming out of the mountain. It is so powerful that it is so fast that it has the sound of breaking the wind. It was already burning red. It can be seen that the speed is fast and the power is great.

But in Ye Congwen's Fist Technique, only the movements are smooth and smooth, and the posture is pleasing to the eye. According to the standards of the reckless man in Tieta Village, he only practiced a show, and there is no threat at all.

Just like a cat jumping at people, there is a high probability that it will only scare people. If it is replaced by a tiger attacking, normal people will be scared to death.

Such is the gap in size and strength that hard training alone cannot make up. But there is no better way now. The essence of Pofengquan in the clan is all based on a strong physique that is different from ordinary people. If the physique is not up to the standard, learning it is tantamount to imitating a cat and drawing a tiger, and it is difficult to achieve success.

Ye Wudi knows this well, but Ye Congwen is alone, hunting and cutting trees is useless for many things, it is better to let him learn something to pass the time, it is worse than sitting in the corner stupidly. Although it can't be compared with the strong men of Huaye and Huaye, it is certainly not a problem to deal with three or five street gangsters.

"The movements are quite standard, you learned quickly and practiced with care, but the strength is still a bit lacking.

But you don't have to worry, you are only fifteen years old this year, even if you only grow ten centimeters a year, you will still be two meters two and three meters by the time you are twenty, which is not much different from the average height, as long as you keep up with nutrition, with your wit , definitely not worse than you Rulang brother! "

The old patriarch comforted Ye Congwen and asked kindly:

"How many catties of meat can you eat in a recent meal?"

"More than one catty, less than two catties."

Ye Congwen replied a little helplessly. The Huaye and Leaf tribes judge a person's physical strength by food intake, which is of great reference value. It's a pity that I have a weak physique, neither tall nor strong, even if I eat six meals a day, I still don't see any improvement in my physique, after all, I followed my mother.

"You still have to work harder. A meal of five catties of meat is the minimum standard for a clansman. You need to increase the intensity of your exercise. Try to perform this Pofeng Fist ten times a day. It will be of great benefit to improving your physique."

"Grandpa is right, I will practice harder."

After a set of boxing skills, except for being exhausted, there is no improvement.

"Come into the house when it's cool. Practice should be done step by step, and you can't rush it, or you will fall into trouble. Today's kung fu has been practiced here, and I will teach you a secret technique later, which will be very useful in the future."

Ye Congwen thought it was some secret Cultivation Technique, washed his face in a hurry, and ran into the house.

Walking to the hall, seeing the old patriarch slowly holding an antique sandalwood box, the outside of the wooden box is carved with patterns, which is very simple, and Ye Congwen was terrified when he saw it. Looking at the cautious posture of the old patriarch, is there some rare manual hidden in the wooden box, or some peerless Cultivation Technique that cannot be easily published?

Ye Wudi gently placed the wooden box on the table, and patted the dust off his hands. Carefully opened the box, took off the oilcloth outside, and a yellow to black thread-bound book was in sight. Ye Wudi looked at the two huge black characters on the front page, pondered for a long time, and then asked proudly:

"Xiao Congwen, do you know what grandpa is best at in this life?"

Ye Congwen stared at the tall figure in front of him. Although his hair was gray and his back was bowed, he spoke like a bell and moved like a gust of wind. He was definitely no worse than Ye Rulang when he was young.

"Our Flower and Leaf Clans live by hunting. Naturally, we are the best at setting traps and digging traps. Grandpa is the leader of the clan, and he is the best among them. If it comes to hunting technology, the whole village must be invincible."

"Hahahaha, you are right, but no matter how strong a person is, he has to obey his old age.

Is the tiger powerful or strong? When it gets old and its teeth fall off and its claws fall off, it will have to accept its fate. There has been a saying since ancient times: a life of seventy is rare since ancient times.

Grandpa, I am already in my sixties, and I have already passed the age of being ruthless and brave. Hunting is the world of the wolves, of course, you can still do technology guidance work occasionally..."

"Then what kind of manual is this book?"

Seeing that the old patriarch started boasting again, Ye Congwen probably couldn't stop for a long time, so he quickly changed the subject and asked curiously.

"It can be said to be the Manual of Feng Shui. Birth, old age, sickness and death, marrying a woman, asking omens and fortunes, and searching for caves and treasures are all inseparable from this Manual."

Seeing the inscrutable look on the old patriarch's face, Ye Congwen felt even more curious, stepping on his feet to see what was written on the cover. It's a pity that the old patriarch is nearly one meter taller than Ye Congwen, and he is destined to be useless no matter how he looks at it, so he has to wait quietly for the old patriarch to read it out, although it will take a long, long time.

"The Burial Sutra, written by Guo Pu." Ye Wudi recited solemnly, his respectful posture, as if he was reciting a treasured Bible, his devout look, and sincere tone made Ye Congwen fascinated. It established the position of this divine book in my heart.

"The burial is to hide, and to take advantage of the qi. Hu Yin & yang's qi, it turns into wind, rises into clouds, falls into rain, and walks in the ground, which is called anger..."

Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch was shaking his head and reading with relish, so he listened patiently for a long time. When Ye Congwen couldn't help but yawn, the old patriarch asked:

"After listening to the entire book, what experience do you have?"

"This book is profound and profound, how can it be understood at one time? My grandson is too stupid, I'm afraid he is not qualified to learn this kind of Cultivation Technique."

Ye Congwen understood a little bit, and it was all about Feng Shui's survey method of finding acupoints, which was completely different from the peerless Cultivation Technique he had expected.

Ye Wudi rolled his eyes, feeling that he wasted half a day of saliva. But then I thought that when I got the book, I was full of question marks. Some things have to be done step by step, especially children, and they need to be seduced with emotion and reason.

"You and me, the old man, are the only ones in the village who can know a few words. If you can't learn them, who else can I count on?

If in the future I stretch my legs and ride the crane back west, who can I expect to handle the weddings, weddings, weddings and funerals in Tieta Village?

Child, I know that your ambition is not here, but people have to leave a way out for themselves. If they can't eat the hunter's rice in the future, isn't this also a way out? "

The words made Ye Congwen silent, surprised in his heart and said:

The accountant has to study Feng Shui. Is there such a thing as squeezing labor? There seems to be a picture in front of my eyes: a handsome and handsome young man with clear features, chanting spells and dancing witch dance...