I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

Square in the mountain stronghold

Lin Xuan turned around, kicked away a few large pieces of gravel, and sat on a tree stump nearby.

Being a bandit leader is not that busy, and you don't have to work 996 all day.

The mountain stronghold is now on the right track, and Lin Xuan doesn't have so many things to deal with.

It's better to watch Huang Rong teach her apprentice when he goes back and has nothing to do.

"Master... ahem, my master is from the Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea."

"Now I have not yet graduated, so I cannot formally accept disciples. But if you complete the assessment, I can still accept you as an outer disciple of Peach Blossom Island."

Huang Rong skillfully said: "If you meet the founder of our sect in the future, with his permission, you can become a formal disciple of my Peach Blossom Island."

"Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea?"

Huang Shang was stunned: "So, the founder is still alive?"

"The founder of our sect is my father."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes: "Is there any problem?"

"No, no..."

"Practice well and study hard. My father has a weird temper. Seeing that you are so old, he is probably not very satisfied."

Huang Rong threatened: "If you can't even learn the basic martial arts of our sect, you will be expelled from the sect. Maybe my father will be angry and break your legs."

Huang Rong felt that her father was probably not a reincarnation.

So, the old man in front of her should not have the opportunity to meet her father.

In this case, there is no psychological burden to scare people with the name of Huang Yaoshi.

Even if my father knew, he would not care about such a small matter.

"This..., I will do my best."

Huang Shang shrank his neck and smiled bitterly.

"Well, I will teach you the Green Wave Palm Method first."

"This is the entry-level martial arts of Peach Blossom Island. The palm method is mainly based on agility, and the palm force is like waves, which is progressive."

Huang Rong said proudly: "Although this set of palm methods is simple, it already contains the basic principles of Peach Blossom Island martial arts. It is enough to make a name for yourself in the world. You have to be careful."

"Yes!"

Huang Shang's eyes lit up, and he quickly retreated to make way for Huang Rong.

"Watch carefully."

Huang Rong lightly moved her lotus steps, stepped out of the position of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams, and slowly slapped out one palm after another.

This is the martial arts that Peach Blossom Island disciples are most familiar with.

Huang Rong often plays a round when she exercises her body, and she is very skilled.

Although the movements were deliberately slowed down, each move was still pleasing to the eye, like flowing water.

After stepping on the 8864 hexagrams, Huang Rong returned to the original place and put away her palm: "Old champion, how much do you remember?"

"I only remember a small part."

Huang Shang lowered her head and thought for a while, with a look of shame on her face.

"It's not that you have a very good aptitude..."

Huang Rong nodded: "Well, I'll do it again."

"This time..., I should remember it almost."

After Huang Rong finished again, Huang Shang closed her eyes and thought for a while, showing a happy expression, and gestured a few moves.

"Almost? Okay, do it again and show me."

Huang Rong nodded and gave up the field.

"Yes!"

Huang Shang shook his spirits, stepped on the Nine Palace Steps tremblingly, and slapped out slowly and leisurely.

"You are indeed quite accurate in the positions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, but you have read the Book of Changes and have been compiling the Taoist Canon for so long, so this is the basic skill."

"This set of palm techniques is a bit stiff."

"It's okay that the movements are stiff, but several of them are completely wrong."

Huang Rong demonstrated seven or eight moves: "You have the biggest problem with these moves, try again."

"Okay."

Huang Shang smiled and performed these seven or eight moves again.

"It's still weird, the movements are deformed, and it looks awkward no matter how you look at it."

Huang Rong performed it again: "Think about it yourself first, don't be nervous, I'll take a look when you are more familiar with it."

"Okay, thank you Master Huang."

Huang Shang let out a breath and gestured with trembling hands.

"Is this the martial arts genius you mentioned? It's nothing special?"

Huang Rong jumped a few steps and came to Lin Xuan's side, complaining.

"After all, he is an old man in his seventies. It's not bad to be able to fight like this..."

"It's not bad for an ordinary old man, but didn't you say that he wrote the Nine Yin Manual in my place?"

"Wait a minute! Why do you have to stand while I sit? Give me half of the stump."

Huang Rong squeezed in next to Lin Xuan and sat down: "Even if the master who can write the Nine Yin Manual is not as talented as my father, he shouldn't be too far behind, right?"

"...How did you come to this conclusion?"

"Just now I remembered that my father once said that he fought with four masters with similar martial arts skills on the top of Mount Hua for seven days and seven nights just to fight for this book."

"Is it really similar? ..."

Lin Xuan hesitated and said, "Why in my impression, Wang Chongyang, the master of the middle-level divine power, is the best in the world."

"Hmph! Don't pay attention to this useless information."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Lin Xuan: "Even if Wang Chongyang is a little bit better than my father, he attaches so much importance to this martial art, which shows that this martial art is of extraordinary value."

"Well, there is nothing wrong with this statement."

"Yes, such a gifted master, even a set of entry-level palm techniques is so bumpy, it is really unworthy of the reputation."

"Look! He originally played these moves correctly, but now the more he plays, the more problems he has. If my father was at this age... huh?"

Huang Rong suddenly closed her mouth and looked at Huang Shang hesitantly.

Huang Shang still bent over, slowly performing the Green Wave Palm Technique.

Many of the movements were completely out of shape, completely different from what Huang Rong taught.

The palm technique became more and more unfamiliar, until neither of them could recognize it at all...

Suddenly, Huang Shang smiled, closed his eyes, and slowly pushed out his palms.

At this moment, his whole body exuded a vast and elegant charm.

It was as if he was standing on the East China Sea, facing the rising tide of the blue sea, and drifting with the flow.

This was a feeling that came from the soul, and it was extremely mysterious.

"Is this... an epiphany?"

Huang Rong was dumbfounded: "What on earth is he planning to do?"

"Maybe... maybe your palm technique is a little different from the old man's perception, and his body instinctively resists it."

"So, subconsciously improve this palm technique."

Lin Xuan smiled: "No matter how powerful it is, it's at least quite smooth now."

"... The Bi Bo Palm Technique is originally used to practice basic skills, not to kill the enemy."

Huang Rong had never seen such a situation before, and was stunned: "You haven't even started martial arts, and you're already going your own way? So... so unique?"

"Strange people, after all, don't follow the ordinary path."

"This is too unconventional ..."

Huang Rong curled her lips: "My father's martial arts are all self-created, and he can be said to be a rare talent. But when he first started practicing martial arts, he didn't dare to let his temper run wild. "

"Is there a possibility that this old man's talent is stronger than your father's?"

"How is it possible!"

Huang Rong frowned: "Even if you are right, I can't teach such a god..."

"You teach yours, he learns his, what's there to worry about?"

Lin Xuan smiled: "The teacher of the top scholar doesn't need to be the top scholar."

"That makes sense. Let's see if his talent is really that outrageous."

Huang Rong pondered for a moment and said loudly: "Okay, old top scholar, stop for a while. "