Yang Lin returned to the quiet room and took a look at the simple sleeping futon. There was nothing to find fault with.

Perhaps when he went up the mountain earlier, he greatly disgraced Zhao Zhijing, Cui Zhifang and others, and also beat up the three generations of senior disciples of the Yuyang sect, so they were deprived of a lot of treatment.

Only one disciple with a dull face and clumsy hands and feet came to greet him, and also asked the Taoist boy to bring him food and water.

"What do you call this senior brother?"

Yang Lin looked at the dull disciple who was busy here and there without saying a word, and looked very dull, so he asked.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. My name is Shen Zhifan. Senior Brother Lu can just call me Junior Brother.

Senior Brother Zhao said that if you ask him about learning swordsmanship, just say that he is unwell and has already gone to bed."

I didn't even ask.

Yang Lin laughed dumbly.

This is indeed an honest man.

He also said all the excuses Zhao Zhijing gave him without knowing how to decorate them with clever words.

No wonder Zhao Zhijing and others were unhappy with him and asked him to come over to receive him.

And, follow the arrangements.

Presumably, this person was accustomed to being bossed around by Zhao Zhijing, and that's why he developed such a cowardly character.

Yang Lin also knew that Zhao Zhijing acted this way because he was angry and did not dare to vent his anger on himself.

He originally wanted to hide from him, but unexpectedly, the master's uncle said that he wanted to teach him Quanzhen swordsmanship.

One can imagine how fed up he felt.

Are you trying to dry me out?

Could it be that you still have to wait for me to beg for mercy?

Beautiful you?

Yang Lin shook his head and stopped paying attention to the other party's small belly.

After Shen Zhifan left, he ate some food casually without asking the Taoist boy to come and clean it up.

He simply closed the door, sat upright on the couch, and prepared to practice his internal skills.

He went in circles from Taihu Lake to Zhongnan Mountain, wasting so much time, and finally mastered Quanzhen Internal Skills.

If you say you are not anxious to practice at this time, it would definitely be a lie.

However, as Uncle Ma Yu said, Yang Lin needs to practice slowly, spend several years or even ten years, step by step through the Little Zhoutian, and then to the Great Zhoutian, until the Zhoutian is perfect, and he can practice the Quanzhen Internal Kung Fu to the

Dacheng.

In this case, he will definitely not do it.

How can we have so much American time to waste on ourselves?

By the time he had mastered the Xiantian Kung Fu and reached the level where he could cleanse people's marrow and cut their pulses, his little sister Lu Xiaowan's bones had already become cold and it was already too late to save her.

From the words of leader Ma Yu, we can tell that the inheritance of Xiantian Kung is still there.

However, none of their Quanzhen Seven Masters brothers have met the training requirements.

This is a little strange.

From Yang Lin's point of view, both Master Ma and Master Qiu, the masters of Changchun, have actually reached the perfection of Quanzhen Neigong for many years.

Even they can't practice innate skills, so what kind of conditions are needed?

Is this Kung Fu something that only top masters can practice?

And did Wang Chongyang fail to practice the Fa at that time, which led to his untimely death?

Think of this question.

Yang Lin actually didn't understand it at all.

Among the five great people in the world, the other four are not only immortal, but at least they are physically strong.

The person with the shortest life span can live to be eighty or ninety years old.

But only this man, who was number one in the world and the leader of the Five Ultimate Skills who practiced innate skills, died early and only lived for more than fifty years.

This is a very strange thing for a Taoist master who has achieved great success in martial arts and even practiced innate skills.

However, Lin Chaoying of the Tomb Sect died earlier, probably in his early forties.

People all over the world say that practicing qi can improve their health, but the more they practice, the shorter their lives are. Maybe something is wrong.

Of course, there is no need to think about it so much now. Let’s practice the Quanzhen inner strength first.

Yang Lin set his sights on practicing martial arts, and now has 200 martial arts points.

I estimate that I can almost practice to the point where I can move the Great Zhoutian, so let’s improve.

The light and shadow in front of my eyes changed.

What is familiar is the illusion of learning. I am no longer myself. What is different is the scenery around me.

The wind is blowing all around, and the iron clothes are covered in cold light.

He found that he was standing on a low mountain. At the foot of the mountain were dense military formations, gathering towards the north, and a general was shouting.

"Marshal Yue is on his way to Lin'an. His life and death are uncertain. Ahead is Kaifeng City. You are willing to follow me all the way north to kill Jin Wushu and recapture Kaifeng City."

A sad atmosphere surged into Yang Lin's heart.

So, he knew.

This battle is actually the last battle.

Marshal Yue's 100,000 elite troops have disappeared into thin air a few days ago.

Just before Kaifeng was conquered and Huanglong was about to be attacked.

Just now we saw the dawn of victory, but next, we are likely to usher in a cold and eternal night.

The imperial troops and horses have withdrawn.

People along the road were crying and howling.

No one could imagine that they could not keep him or call back the savior in their hearts, the victorious Marshal Yue.

Only the loyal army, led by Liang Xing and others, numbered 30,000 soldiers and horses, and refused to disperse for a long time.

After fighting the Jin Kingdom for more than ten years, countless heroes from the North were buried in the wilderness. They were unwilling to do so, and their success fell short.

Others can flee south, but they cannot.

Because my hometown is long gone. It disappeared under the cavalry of the golden soldiers and turned into ashes more than ten years ago.

National hatred, family feud.

How can you give up?

Yamashita is making the final mobilization.

On the mountain, Yang Lin found that he was now an eight or nine-year-old child, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Sitting side by side was a seven- or eight-year-old girl. The two of them were looking up at a middle-aged Taoist priest in front of them who was preaching.

arts.

"At the beginning of chaos, the five directions were established, the universe, the sun and the moon formed the three pillars. The four directions in the sky were like stars, and the sky was clear and the earth was turbid, and the yin and yang were regulated..."

The words of the scriptures enter the ear.

A cold and sharp breath penetrated into the body in an invisible and qualitative way.

With the meager internal energy in his body, it circulates in circles.

My mood soon became indifferent, with no joy, no sadness, no love and no hatred...

It seems that the white clouds and dogs in front of me are just a big dream.

It was time for dinner.

The middle-aged Taoist priest sitting on the stone has stopped explaining.

Yang Lin felt that the inner energy in his body also stopped.

However, the trickle of internal energy that was originally as thick as a chopstick has become as big as a needle tip...

Although the total quantity has decreased, the quality has increased countless times.

Presumably, the power of the shot will be much stronger.

The most bizarre thing is that after such tempering, my body is gradually strengthening at a perceptible speed.

From tendons to bones, and from bone marrow to blood vessels...

A clear mind and a strong body have indescribable benefits.

However, the only disadvantage is that the internal strength has become much less.

The previous six months of practice was basically in vain and was completely unusable.
To be continued...