I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan returned home and felt the changes in power in his body. Because of the pulse, the power of the new way and the integration of Qi and blood became much easier.

When the pulse of the new path perfectly matches the heartbeat, the difficulty for him to reversely integrate the energy and blood begins to be greatly reduced.

Likewise, Qi and blood itself become stronger more easily.

Now he understands a little bit why it was so difficult before. Only with Bai Jiahui's help can he practice normally.

His Qi and blood fluctuate all the time, which is natural, but the power of his new way is more like a smooth artificial flow of water, and the fit between the two is very low.

Now that there is a pulse, this pulse obviously has an additional mobilizing effect on the qi and blood. Under this coordination, the practice suddenly becomes much smoother.

There is no need to continue to be reckless and rely on forced mobilization to complete coordination.

Moreover, this is not the most fundamental force of pulsation.

After Wen Yan felt it for a long time, he felt more and more that the way he had just relied on recklessness and forced his way out might have been a big problem, especially after reaching the current stage, the problems began to become prominent.

It's right to think about it. The strength of other people has gone through many people's training and trial and error. It often takes hundreds of years to get to where it is now. If he wants to take a shortcut, there will be problems.

Fortunately, he didn't pass it on to others casually. The only guinea pig was Zhang Xuewen, who also had a chance to return to full health once a month.

Just feeling the fit brought by the pulse, he came up with a new idea.

Is it possible that someone has actually walked this road before, but just failed?

In other words, this road is a single-plank bridge that only a few people can walk, so it has not been passed down at all?

It's possible.

Anyway, if something wants to be passed down and passed on for a long time, it must be universal enough, or there must be stable channels through which the information can be passed on.

Martial arts is particularly suitable for its universality. Even the weakest ordinary people, or even the weakest among ordinary people, have suitable introductory boxing techniques. There are many simple ways to exercise the body.

And things like Fuyu Mountain are stable channels that can pass down things that are temporarily unused and that no one can use in the form of classics in a safe place from generation to generation.

In the end, if you insist on counting, you can also add the method of witchcraft, but this can basically be ignored. It is difficult, has poor universality, and it is impossible to determine what is left behind.

There must be a reason why some methods are chosen as mainstream, and they have been verified by reality. There must be a reason why some methods are not chosen.

Wen Yan had previously discovered that some fingerprints could be used, and found that the books given by Wei Jingna contained meridian diagrams that differentiated into secondary branches. He knew that many things must have been tried by someone, but they did not spread in the end. That’s all.

Just like Fuyu Mountain's Lieyang Fist, it is indeed strong, but except for certain people, it cannot be used by others.

Now he had some understanding of the old saying, the more he knew, the less he felt he knew.

He has begun to feel that the upper limit of cultivation, how far he can go, has less and less to do with whether he dares to risk his life.

This is no longer something that can be accomplished simply by rushing.

He struggled for a long time before he could slowly make some progress, and he had to fight with people to death. In the end, there might be a solution elsewhere.

Just like the last time I passed it to Zhang Xuewen and asked him to explore the way, the result was far better than if he slowly grinded it out by himself.

As Wen Yan pondered these things, a series of thoughts became clearer and clearer in his mind.

There was no big event, Wen Yan just practiced every day, read and studied every day, and lived a very fulfilling life.

The information he gets is reported to the police, and it has nothing to do with him for the time being.

Time passed day by day, seven days later.

The owner of the fried goods shop looked at the back kitchen where Bai Jiahui and Shishi worked together in perfect harmony to complete the cooking meticulously.

He tasted it himself and marveled.

"Yes, the progress is very fast. Technically, it is already 80%, which is enough. The rest depends on how carefully you prepare and how good the materials are."

The boss looked at Bai Jiahui's cheerful expression, feeling a little helpless but also a little happy.

He is very satisfied with the people who come to study. He likes to eat, and he is willing to work hard and work seriously. At least he will not be far behind.

But Bai Jiahui loves to eat a little too much. From her facial features, she is a beautiful woman with excellent bones. However, it has only been a week, and she feels that Bai Jiahui is obviously more blessed than before.

The boss waved his hand and signaled Bai Jiahui to try it herself.

After taking off the mask, Bai Jiahui's face gained a little weight, and she did look a little stronger than before.

Now when I eat fried chicken, I still don’t spit out the bones, but it looks a little better than before.

As for why this is so natural, it is because I heard from the boss that some people do not spit out the bones when eating fried chicken wings and fried chicken legs, but chew the bones together.

Now Bai Jiahui no longer has any psychological burden.

She discovered that after eating happily, she would gain weight, but when she became fat, she would lose her charm, so she found a legitimate reason to eat happily.

She doesn't care about the charm power at all now. Instead, she feels that this ability is a burden and a shackles for her now.

The small fried food shop now carries her happiness, freedom, and peace of mind.

It's hard for others to empathize. How much sense of security it feels for Bai Jiahui to see endless but delicious food all the time.

A small plate of fried chicken was finished by Bai Jiahui quickly, and the boss asked.

"How do you feel about yourself?"

"It's delicious!" Bai Jiahui blurted out.

"Ha..." Everyone in the store couldn't help laughing. Shishi, who didn't eat fried chicken, was also laughing. Even though she didn't eat fried chicken, every time she saw Bai Jiahui eating, she would get inexplicable thoughts. A little thought to try it.

She had tasted it once before. After Bai Jiahui made it, she was the first one to let her try it first.

Unfortunately, the experience was not good and she couldn't taste it at all.

There are only a few things that she can taste. If she wants to taste it like a living person and it tastes good, then she can only let Wen Yan add yang energy.

When she was alive, she didn't like eating things like tomatoes, but now, she likes them more and more. Being able to taste them is a kind of verification that she is still alive and not a walking dead.

Of course, she doesn't like eating, but that doesn't stop her from enjoying watching Bai Jiahui eat. She can feel a freshness of life from it.

When she stayed at Wen Yan's place, she naturally met the zombie boss. She was told that zombies were not really immortal. When she couldn't find the meaning of existence at all, or felt that everything was dead and silent, , when the heart begins to wither, it is the moment when death is about to come.

This is a kind of annihilation that is more complete than physical death, just like A Piao disappearing into ashes.

Therefore, if your heart has not withered yet, feel the freshness of life more. Otherwise, it will turn into a walking zombie, it is better to die.

Wen Yan also supported her to go out for a walk, meet people, and have something to do.

At least she and Bai Jiahui are happy now.

The boss is also very satisfied. The store he has worked so hard to build has a suitable candidate to take over. Now he only has one last thought in his mind, and he quickly does what he wants to do.

When he discovered that there were many monsters and ghosts in the world and he didn't think he was hallucinating, he wanted to figure out more and more how all this came about and what happened to him when he was a child.

Overnight, his family was destroyed, and he didn't remember anything.

When the memories of his grandfather holding him when he was young and telling him various things came up in his mind these days, he couldn't help it anymore.

The next morning, the boss left a note in the store, took his wife, and left quietly.

They took the high-speed train all the way north, and their destination was Zhongyuan County.

When Wen Yan woke up the next morning, he received a reminder from the black box that the owner of the fried goods shop he wanted to pay attention to had left.

The place he went to was somewhat beyond Wen Yan's expectations.

The fried goods shop owner's surname is Wang, which is a common surname and can be found all over the country.

Unlike some minor surnames, as long as you know the surname, you can easily find out where the previous generations come from, even if you have no way of knowing where it originally came from.

Before, Black Box could not find where Boss Wang's previous generations came from. It could only find that Boss Wang's name was first registered in Guanzhong County decades ago, and there are records that can be found.

The records were all handwritten, and the originals can no longer be found. It is actually uncertain whether the originals exist.

This is the case for many ordinary people. When they first started to get serious ID cards, the names, ages, places of origin, etc. reported by many people were all very similar. There were many omissions and it was impossible to distinguish them one by one.

Among the records that can be found in the black box, Boss Wang has never been to Zhongyuan County, so naturally he cannot find it there.

Now that he sees this record, Wen Yan still asks Black Box to pay attention.

Boss Wang must have had no problems before, but he started to change jobs and became a sacrifice. In addition, it was specifically mentioned in the reminder that he had an obsession, so Wen Yan felt that he should pay more attention to it.

Suicune said that just lifting the seal would not stimulate the appearance of the wizard.

Counting the time, one of the seals had already been lifted before.

Boss Wang is a priest, and most of the things he has to do are related to things inherited in his blood.

Bai Jiahui and Shishi are learning skills in the store these days and helping out.

Shishi said that Boss Wang had sat by the window more than once, staring at the evil ghost pendant hanging on the street lamp outside the door in a daze, and sometimes there would be a weird aura about him.

At that moment, Boss Wang's whole person seemed to suddenly become very far away, as if he was going to turn into a breeze and go away.

We didn’t directly show our cards, but we can be sure of one thing.

Boss Wang knows that Bai Jiahui and Shishi are obviously not human, and Wen Yan also knows that Boss Wang himself is not an ordinary person.

It's just that everyone has a tacit understanding, no one said anything, and they always treat each other as just ordinary people.

Wen Yan didn't follow him directly, nor did he intervene forcefully. He waited first.

According to his past experience, people with big obsessions cannot be persuaded or stopped.

Forcibly stopping it will only lead to bad results.

He let the black box continue to collect information, opened the portal himself, and came to Buyeo Mountain.

I brought a lot of food as usual, and I also brought this month’s tiger bones.

As soon as Wen Yan arrived, he saw Taishi's uncle doing a set of slow boxing moves, like an ordinary old man doing morning exercises, moving his body.

Wen Yan didn't bother him. He saw Yi Li from afar and went to find his fourth master's uncle.

The most knowledgeable and knowledgeable person in Fuyu Mountain is the uncle of the fourth division, and the most lethal one is the uncle of the third division. However, the uncle of the third division has to stay at the gate of the mountain for a long time and rarely goes out.

Wen Yan came to the place where morning classes were held in the mountain. As soon as he entered, he heard many disciples chanting sutras, and some young children were practicing basic boxing in the yard.

The uncle of the seventh master, Jin Dao Ma, was sitting there, personally supervising his disciples' boxing practice.

When Wen Yan came, the seventh master's uncle had a long face and didn't know what to say. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he could hear the seventh master's uncle's loud voice.

Wen Yan only took a few steps in when he saw his seventh master's uncle standing up and waving to him from afar.

"You're here just in time. Come, teach these little guys the Lieyang Fist."

"Uncle Seventh Master, with my level, don't let others mislead you, right?" Wen Yan couldn't laugh or cry, and refused repeatedly. It is true that the first stage of Lieyang Fist is very suitable for beginners to lay the foundation, but he has only practiced it for a few days.

Teaching people is not based on who is strong, but who is familiar with it, who practices well, who is better at teaching, and who can better lay the foundation for young disciples.

"It's okay. If you practice it once, it will drive away the cold for these little guys and open their eyes. Otherwise, they will not be very motivated."

Speaking of this, the seventh master's uncle was still a little embarrassed, because everyone in the sect, including him, only used the first stage of Lieyang Fist to lay the foundation. Even if the disciples who really chose to focus on martial arts in the future, no one would do it. The first stage of Lieyang Fist is all about practicing other boxing techniques.

Even a master like Qin Kun is not very convincing when talking about it.

Wen Yan is the only one who practices Lieyang Fist and also practices Taoism.

Wen Yan looked at the disciples of his generation and the middle-aged Taoist priests from the previous generation, and he probably understood.

The uncle of the Seventh Master didn't want to use other boxing techniques to fool the new disciples...

Wen Yan did not shirk this time. He came to the open space, calmed down, and began to recall his first boxing experience. The yang energy in his body began to grow. As he got into his stance, he began to practice boxing.

One move after another seemed simple, but after the yang energy began to be mobilized, the yang energy in Wen Yan's body began to rise rapidly in a stable curve.

The morning sun and the gentle warmth seemed to be unable to catch up with the warmth radiating from Wen Yan's body.

Waves of water vapor steamed up, turning into mist and spreading around. The new disciples standing nearby looked at Wen Yan in shock.

They may not be able to see the embodiment of Yang Qi, but they can feel the increasingly larger but unusually warm warmth. They can see the morning mist, as if they are being gently pushed into the distance by a pair of big hands. open.

The body seems to feel a pulse, coming from the rhythm of the body, blood, heart, and Yang Qi.

Several talented disciples, as well as Guo Daoquan, an orphan with a special profession, all felt it most clearly.

They could clearly see that Wen Yan was practicing the most basic Lieyang Fist, which was very ordinary and exactly the same as what they practiced.

And everything that corresponds is so harmonious, as if it should be so.

The uncle of the Seventh Master also looked at this scene and smiled.

He did not want to fool these new disciples when he was preaching, and he did not want to fool these new disciples. Although he could have authority, he could randomly find a disciple from a higher generation to fool them and stimulate the enthusiasm of these new disciples.

Even if he came in person, it would not be as effective as Wen Yan's practice.

Because Wen Yan is currently the ceiling for practicing Lie Yang Quan.

In other words, it is the ceiling after the emergence of Lieyang Fist.

The Thirteenth Patriarch who created the rudimentary form of Lieyang Fist, and the Sixteenth Patriarch who subsequently perfected Lieyang Fist, which can be regarded as the true introduction of Lieyang Fist, have not reached Wen Yan's current heights in Lieyang Fist alone.

Wen Yan practiced the Lieyang Fist for a while and then stopped at the first stage. If he continued to practice, he was afraid that he would be beaten by someone now. Tuoba Wushen was in Fuyu Mountain.

After he finished his work, he slowly gathered his Yang Qi, looked at the shocked little guys, and smiled.

"Work hard and lay a good foundation for success. If you don't lay a good foundation, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Wen Yan was not in a hurry to leave. He came over to make himself familiar, said hello to each little guy, and then stretched out his hand to pat Guo Daoquan on the head.

Qidian Orphan is a bit like taking the template of the protagonist. As long as he doesn't admit defeat, as long as he can endure the hardships and his anger is not vented, he will eventually soar to the sky.

"Work hard, talent is not the most critical factor, determination, patience, and unwavering are the most critical factors."

After feeding these little guys some chicken soup, Wen Yan turned around and headed to the place where he was chanting sutras.

The disciples who study classics here are all in their teens at least, and there are some in their twenties, thirties, and even those who look like they are in their forties.

When Wen Yan listened to them chanting sutras, he seemed to want to read. Some people were stumbling while reading, but he felt much more comfortable.

It seems everyone is the same.

A group of disciples, just like students going to school, each had their own desk and sat there chanting sutras.

When Wen Yan looked up, he saw the fourth master's uncle sitting there on the classroom podium, and behind him, there was a black wooden sign hanging.

The wooden sign is written in ancient characters.

"Disciples practice scriptures, and gods avoid them."

The next moment, a prompt appeared in front of Wen Yan.

"Avoidance card."

"Many years after the establishment of the Heavenly Court, many disciples mistakenly recited the edicts and called on the gods when they were practicing scriptures.

Later, when an ancestor ascended, he wrote down an avoidance card and made an agreement with the gods.

When the avoidance card with the words "Disciples practice scriptures and gods avoid" is present, it is the time for disciples to practice scriptures and become familiar with Baogao.

If there are disciples who recite Baogao or the names of gods, they will be ignored. "

When Wen Yan saw this sign, his eyes lit up like light bulbs.

As expected of the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains, this profound heritage will always appear in unexpected places.

Wen Yan looked at the other disciples who were chanting sutras, but no one paid attention to him. They were all doing their own things. He walked forward quickly, looked at the sign, and came close to the fourth master's uncle.

"Uncle Fourth Master, which ancestor wrote this brand?"