I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

“Master, the apprentice has heard.”

“Immortal Gang Martial Dao, divided into external refining and internal refining.”

“As for the martial arts realm, there are nine grades in total. It is further divided into the upper three products, the middle three products, and the lower three products.

“Nine, eight, and seven are the lower three products, which are the epithelary realm. Six, five, and four are the middle and third grades, which are the muscles and bones. Three, two, and one are the upper three products, which are the internal organs.

“The epithelary realm and musculoskeletal realm are external refining, and the requirements for qualification root bones are not strict, and it is very easy to achieve.”

“Ordinary people who temper their flesh body for three or five years can become a nine-rank martial artist.”

“And the internal organs realm belongs to internal refining, which requires extremely high talent and understanding, and it is also taught by famous masters.”

“In terms of the internal organs realm, a top-notch internal refining superior technique is the most important thing.”

“In a word, refine the muscles and bones on the outside, and refine the breath inside.”

“Looking at the time of external refining, even if a pig has been tempered for two or three hundred years, it can rank among the fourth-grade martial artists.”

“Internal refining depends on the root bone of qualification, talent understanding, and chance, all of which are indispensable. The vast majority of fourth-grade martial artists, who have been refining for decades, are difficult to touch the threshold of third-grade. ”

Ah Fei Disc sat in front of the cave and talked.

Zhu Jiuyin, who was lying on the ground, raised his eyelids slightly, “All of this is what that Mr. Qi told you?” Ah

Fei shook his head, “It’s Uncle Han Ying Han from the blacksmith shop in Windswept Lane.” ”

Hehe, a town with a big fart, but a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.”

“What about the alchemist?”

Zhu Jiuyin asked.

“Uncle Han scolded me for not being a god and a demon, and I have seen too much.”

Fei replied.

Zhu Jiuyin narrowed his red pupils slightly.

Could it be… There are no alchemists in this world?!

“By the way, Master, Uncle Han also said that after the external martial artist tempers the flesh, he needs to soak the medicinal soup as soon as possible, repair and warm the loss of qi and blood, otherwise the whole person is very easy to refine and refine waste.”

Ah Fei gently shook his two arms, “Master, it hurts, it hurts too much, I can’t lift it at all.”

“If you don’t rest for ten days and a half months, it’s a problem for the apprentice to even go to the hut.”

Zhu Jiuyin rolled his eyes and said, “Is the medicinal soup expensive?”

Ah Fei smiled bitterly and said, “The apprentice went to the Yang family medicine shop and asked, the medicinal soup used by the foreign refining martial artist, the cheapest, also got a hundred taels of snowflake pattern silver.” ”

It’s not cheap.”

Zhu Jiuyin smacked his tongue and said, “Poor and rich in martial arts, the ancients are sincere and do not deceive me.”

“Master, all the apprentices’ belongings, can’t even afford the residues of the medicinal soup, or… Forget it. Zhu

Jiuyin gave the young man a blank look, “In the end, don’t you warm up your qi and blood, follow me.” ”

The thick python body swam towards the depths of the cave.

The teenager followed closely.

After a blaze of incense kung fu.

Fei looked at the mountains of red spirit fruits piled up in front of him, and the eyeballs in his eyes almost didn’t fall to the ground in horror.

“What a shit medicine soup! Can it be compared to the red fragrant fruit of the teacher?

Zhu Jiuyun said lightly: “Eat casually, eat in large mouths, eat openly, eat to death~”

A Fei, who had a dry mouth, grabbed a fruit.

Click, click, bite juice splashes.

The juice mixes with the pulp and slides into the belly.

Ah Fei immediately felt warm and fluttering, and a pair of arms were slightly itchy.

A red fragrant fruit into the stomach.

Fei tried to swing his arms.

The pins and needles and soreness disappeared without a trace.

“Does it still hurt?”

Zhu Jiuyin asked.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Fei shook his head.

“Get out and raise your sword if it doesn’t hurt!”

……

Day and night.

The sun and the moon.

In the south of the mountain, in front of the cave, under the two peach trees on the side of the cliff, I don’t know when, there was a young boy holding a Xuantie epee.

Or wave, or flat.

The boy was sometimes so tired that he was panting and lying on all fours on the lush and soft grass.

Sometimes elated and cheering.

“Master, I insisted on one hundred and ninety-seven more heartbeats than yesterday!”

Whenever this happened, the red python lying on his stomach at the mouth of the cave basking in the sun lazily struck: “It’s only a minute or two, what is there to be happy about?” For mating females, they are not even hors d’oeuvres.

“Apprentice, don’t be a milkman.”

The young man was puzzled: “Master, what is a milkman?”

The red python’s eyes were confused: “Not understanding is a blessing~”

Time passed day by day.

Summer goes to autumn.

This day.

The boy was raising his sword.

It’s been half an hour.

A calm and relaxed look.

As for the red python, there are piles of fat peaches like a mountain in front of them, hanging their heads from time to time and eating a few.

In my mind, the cold mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded.

[Ding, detected that the host apprentice Chen Mengfei has successfully advanced to the ninth rank of martial artist. ] 】【

Master Apprentice Return System: Effective

Apprentice Name: Chen Mengfei

Talent: Born Sword Fetus

Age: Twelve Years Old

Cultivation: Nine Grades (0.3/100)]

After several years of cultivation, the seeds can be regarded as germinating.

Zhu Jiuyin had an urge to burst into tears.

Unfortunately, only on the day that Ah Fei’s body dies, the system will return the young man’s body.

“Apprentice.”

“Master, there are no peaches on the tree~”

The red python tail flicked gently.

With the sound of breaking through the void, something shot out from inside the cave.

With a bang, he inserted himself in front of the young man.

A rusty iron sword.

“Master, what are you?”

The boy said stunned.

The gods are blazing.

Zhu Jiuyin turned into a human form.

He took a few steps forward and drew his iron sword.

“Apprentice, open your dog’s eyes and look at it, this sword technique, the name is famous!”

……

“Falling Ying Sword Method” is customized by the system for Ah Fei, who was born with a sword fetus.

Not only can you practice externally, but also the entire internal exercise.

It is enough for the boy to become a pint of martial arts.

Autumn goes to winter.

Zhu Jiuyin took away the iron sword and gave Ah Fei a soft sword like a ribbon.

Run the mountain first and exercise a strong fitness body. Heavy sword, fight strength. Then hard sword, skilled in falling English swordsmanship.

Then soft sword, polish the details, control the power, to achieve the state of free release. Finally, change back to the hard sword, and then soar into the sky.

Twenty-nine years of Wenjing, winter.

A cold snap rages.

Heaven and earth are in a state of dismay.

With a bang, the soft sword slashed across his cheek, and the boy immediately bleed.

“Master, it’s too difficult, it’s not simple at all!”

The young man was afraid that the soft sword would cut the cotton jacket and cotton pants, so he took off all his clothes, leaving only one shorts.

At this moment, the young man was holding a soft sword like a belt, wanting to cry without tears, and his body was covered with cuts.

The red python, who was lying at the mouth of the cave waiting for the hibernation period, opened its blood basin and yawned.

“Apprentice, is the water soft?”

“Of course.”

“Have you experienced flooding?”

“Nope.”

“Ever heard of it?”

“Hmm.”

The young man nodded and said, “Listen to my mother, in the seventeen years of Wenjing, Qixia Mansion in Aquarius Prefecture has rained for more than two months, causing floods.

“The monstrous flood broke the Bailijian embankment, engulfed the entire Qixia Mansion, and affected hundreds of thousands of people.”

Zhu Jiuyin asked, “Since water is a soft thing, why can it break down the embankment?” The

boy thought thoughtfully.

……

Thirty years of Wenjing, summer.

[Ding, detected the host apprentice Chen Mengfei, has successfully advanced to the eighth rank of martial artist. ] This

year, the boy was thirteen years old, and he could be regarded as proficient in soft swords.

Thirty-one years of literature, autumn.

This year, the boy successfully advanced to the seventh-rank martial artist.

The soft sword was also exchanged for the hard sword.

Thirty-two years of Wenjing, summer.

This year, the teenager was fifteen years old.

The realm has reached the peak of the seventh grade, and it is only one step away from the sixth grade of the middle third grade.

……

Early morning.

The town looms in a mist.

Deep in Wuyi Lane.

With a crunch, the door of the east wing was pushed open.

A young man in shorts, a short shirt, straw shoes, and a wooden sword hanging from his waist came to the courtyard.

Gently close your eyes and greedily breathe in the fresh air.

Today’s young man, with a long body and long hair tied up at will, is black and thick, and he is no longer the skinny little one he was at the beginning.

Undo your waist purse.

The boy weighed it twice.

Between the collisions of copper plates, a crisp and pleasant sound is emitted.

“Finally saved enough five taels of silver, I can let Uncle Han open the furnace and forge the sword for me~”

With a bright smile, the young man left the hospital.

After a blaze of incense kung fu.

Windswept Lane.

Looking at the locked blacksmith shop, the young man frowned slightly, “Won’t Uncle Han open the door today?” ”

The sun is rising.

The teenager walks out of town.

Just as he was about to go to Buzhou Mountain, he suddenly looked at the ancient road in the distance, and a car drove up.

A luxurious chariot pulled by three white horses drove over the town’s covered bridge and slowly drove towards the fenced courtyard on the bank of the Taiping River.

On the left and right of the chariot, there were two white horses, carrying two women.

The distance is too far, you can only see the tall and slender figure, and you can’t see a clear face.

“Came to Mr. Qi?!”

Muttering, Fei withdrew his gaze and plunged into the mountain forest.

“I wonder if Master will agree?”

The boy who was running quickly through the forest was in a state of confusion at this time.

Because the man is back.

The prodigal son called Zhonglishan.

Poor Sister Cui’er, she hasn’t gotten out of bed for three days.

“If Master promises, I will leave Brother Shan with all five poisons, and my good brother will definitely cut you by a thousand cuts!”