Yang God

For three or five days, the snow is clear.

Among the mountains and valleys, the snow is reflected in the bright sunshine, and there are almost no dark corners.

Hong Yi's legs stood in the snow, under the guidance of Bai Ziyue, one stroke and one stroke of the strokes, shaking the limbs. When there was a disorder, Bai Ziyue immediately corrected it and was meticulous.

"The cow magic method has a total of three styles. There are one hundred variations of each type for the '牛牛顶角', '牛魔踏蹄', '牛牛运皮', but as long as you master the method, from shallow to Deep, refining meat, refining the ribs, refining the film step by step. If you practice, the whole body has a powerful force, can open a hundred and twenty pounds of beef tendon bow and even the ball to launch, can resist the weight of a hundred pounds, ups and downs Basically, it is a warrior with a dozen enemies."

While Bai Ziyue was pouring wine, he watched Hong Yi slowly plan and talked at the same time.

"This is the essence of the Millennium martial arts of the Great Zen Temple. Especially the hard work of the basics, so there are thousands of martial arts in the world. No one is comparable to this set of tyrannical methods. The Dagan dynasty annihilated the Great Zen Temple, but it was I didn’t get this set of boxing skills, or else the strength of the big army will be increased.”

Bai Ziyue seems to think of something, while talking, his eyes are like clouds.

"The big cadres are now practicing the fists, it should be Xiao Zhoutian training fists. Unfortunately, a 'Tiger Magic Bone Boxing' has been copied. I have not gotten it, or else, tell Hongyi, you When you practice yourself later, you don't have to look around for ways to practice your bones."

Hey, hey, hey.....

Hong Yi finally finished the three-style rehearsal exercise, panting, his face pale, and his breath was out of breath. This set of cow magic is a big punch. The amount of exercise is too big. He used to be thin, physically weak, and martial. Of course, it is very difficult.

"Come on, drink."

Bai Ziyue threw the wine gourd over.

Hong Yi grabbed his hands and drank a few mouthfuls. The whole body was warm and the throat was fragrant to the nostrils. The whole body was much more comfortable.

Bai Ziyue's wine is a kind of magical wine. I don't know how many kinds of medicinal materials have been brewed by special techniques. Every time I am tired, I have to breathe and look pale. When I drink this wine, I feel very comfortable.

If it weren't for this wine support, Hong Yi's thin body could not be trained.

"Zi Yue, what is this wine?" Hong Yi's face is better.

"This wine was brewed when I was practicing in the mountains. I used hundreds of herbs to increase my physical strength, killing nine insects, cleaning the stomach, nourishing the liver and spleen. The wine is called 'Qing Pulp'. Unfortunately, this is left now. A gourd." Bai Ziyue smiled, two hairs fluttering.

"Oh, then I finished drinking, you will not have to drink Ziyue." Hong Yi quickly gave the wine gourd to Bai Ziyue.

"Haha, good wine and confidant drink together to have a taste, just rely on the poem you gave me, it is worth the ten gourd 'snack pulp." Bai Ziyue did not take the wine gourd, but pinched two long Long hangs, eyes look ahead.

The fifteen of the fifteen-year-old eight of the world's top demon, this time is like a gentle boy.

In my spare time, I like to hold my long, coveted teenager.

"The four poems, I just did it for a while, not enough to describe your temperament. If there is time, I have to do my best to make a long poem for you." Hong Yi seems to be not for himself. satisfaction.

“Really?” Bai Ziyue’s eyes flashed a bit of surprise. “The long sword crosses the nine fields, the high crown supports Xuan Xuan, the single step of the holy Ming Dynasty, and the four seas are called heroes. These four poems are flourishing and you can make more than this. Do you want a heroic poem?"

"The poetry text is natural, and the hand is handed. If there is a flash of light, of course." Hong Yi's finger pressed the temple. "Right, Ziyue, you just said that there is no tiger magic to practice bone boxing, then how do you practice bones?"

When Bai Ziyue heard the martial arts, it seemed to have changed into a person, with infinite self-confidence, high above, pointing to Jiangshan: "I practiced the Taoist-burning bone-fisting fist of Taoism, but only one hundred and thirty hands, no tiger magic. There are so many martial arts fists with two hundred and six hands, but the effect is quite different. However, it took me three years to take the tiger bone paste, but it was the same as the realm of 'bone bones like just.' Unfortunately, it took too much time and energy. It is."

"Fei Ling calcined the bones." Hong Yi seems to see this one in the military.

"I used Hong Yi's body. I was afraid that I couldn't practice the samurai for three years. But I drank my wine, but laid the foundation for you. I have the foundation of self-training. Unfortunately, we will meet for several days. There is a different thing." Bai Ziyue looked a little depressed.

"You are leaving?" Hong Yi stunned.

At this time, among the snow, three small foxes were pulled out.

"Xiaoshu, Xiaosang, Xiaofei, how come out?" Hong Yi asked.

"Xiao Yi brother, we have to move, and Mr. Bai and Tu Lao said that they may be found here and can't live. They have to move far away." Xiaoshu spoke.

These days, Xiao Guan’s throat is disengaged and he has already spoken.

"You have to move! But it is too unsafe here! It is no wonder that Ziyue just said that he wants to go." Hong Yi was shocked, but his heart was filled with reluctance. Although it only took about ten days to get along, the fox's simplicity and cuteness were deeply imprinted into his heart.

"Where do you want to move? There are so many books in the stone room, there are still many things, how do you get them out?"

"Mr. Bai helps us, no problem." Xiaoshu beat.

"Well? God spirit has been trained to the realm of the drive, can actually move nearly 100,000 books?" Hung Yiyi.

Bai Ziyue shook his head: "How can it be, unless it is practiced as a god, perhaps with that ability. But the world can be trained into a god, I have not heard of anyone yet, even the most mysterious too. The leader of the road, the **** of dreams, has never heard of practicing Yang."

"Where did you practice adult martial arts?" Hong Yi asked.

Bai Ziyue thought for a moment: "I have never heard of it, but twenty years ago, the elders of the Great Zen Temple, the Zen monk, seemed to have peeked into the realm of the immortal, but it was a pity that they were killed by the siege. The current Dagan dynasty two Wusheng, Yang Extension, Hong Xuanji, and Megatron are just my realm. I want to go further and I am afraid that it is difficult to go to the sky."

"It is difficult to enlighten, it is difficult to go to the sky." Hong Yi lamented.

The life of the double Xiu, practicing into the Yangshen, the immortal, listening to the meaning of Bai Ziyue can not be detached, not to mention the world, it seems that did not practice Yangshen, people immortal.

"It turns out that my father Wu Wenhou is the realm of Wu Sheng!" he thought.

"That Ziyue, how do you remove these books to help them move?" Hong Yi asked again.

"Although I am one of the eight great demons in the world, but now it is a person who is just right. My white family is also quite powerful. It is also possible to cover the pure foxes to move away." Bai Ziyue smiled.

“White House?” Hung Yi is another one. “Is there a white house in Yujing City?”

"I live in the north. The white house of the Yuan Dynasty." Bai Ziyue looked into the distance.

"Xiaoyi brother, this is the book that Tu Lao gave to you. There is also the golden cake that Yuanxiao sister gave you. These days~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We are very happy. But we are going now, thousands of miles away. The road, I really want Xiaoge brother to go with us." Xiaoshu’s eyes showed sorrow,

There was a big cloth bag next to her, and there were several books in the bag. There is also a small kit that emits the sound of a gold coin collision.

"You have to go to Yuantu, then I can't follow." Hong Yi said without regret: "But we get together, you call my brother, how can I collect your money?"

"Receive it. They also don't use money." Bai Ziyue raised his hand: "There is a martial art inside, although it can't be practiced, but it can be used as a reference. You have practiced the cow magic punches these days. With the foundation of self-study. There are some monk annotations in this martial art, you can still take a look."

"Then I will not postpone it anymore."

There are dozens of this martial arts, and these Tianhongyi have not finished reading them one by one.

However, although this book has many incomplete parts, it is a martial arts masterpiece, and this book has been annotated in the hands of the monk in the Great Zen Temple. This is also worth studying.

"It’s not too early. When you are black, you can’t get out of the mountain. Today, there’s a day to meet again. At that time, we will talk about the wine again.” Bai Ziyue suddenly laughed and sang Divine Comedy, step by step into the mountains.

"Little brother, we are gone, you have to remember us."

Three little white foxes followed behind Bai Ziyue, one step at a time.

Hong Yi waved his hand and then turned his head and wiped his eyes.