On the Gualing Ferry, Zhong Shaoxuan's voice echoed with the sound of water: "We practice martial arts at first just to protect ourselves and survive in troubled times, but gradually became strengthening our body, prolonging our life, and even developing human potential, pursuing the martial arts of unity of heaven and earth. It is recognized in the world that there are two ways of martial arts, one is the kingly way of the internal family, and the other is the domineering of the external family."

Meng Shuai said, "If you practice both inside and outside, can you cultivate a body of domineering spirit?"

Zhong Shaoxuan didn't know Meng Shuai's teasing intention, so he said, "There is no such term. Although the internal strength trained by the internal family and the external family are very different, I think it is one body and two, with the same origin and homogeneity. The root of this is too complicated and you can't use it for the time being. In general, the outer family trains muscles and bones through practice, carrying weights, standing stances and other means to train their muscles and bones, develop potential, and reach the limit. The inner family trains all cultivate meridians, senses the qi, cultivates internal energy from the lungs, and strengthens the inner family. In terms of practice, the outer family focuses on "refining" and the inner family focuses on "raising".

Meng Shuai seemed to understand and asked directly: "Why is the best internal family or the best external family?"

Zhong Shaoxuan was so surprised that he said, "This question is good. If you talk about the benefits to the body itself, the internal family is much better than the external family. The internal family nourishes the body from the beginning, establishes and does not break, and prolongs life. In terms of the future, the internal family will proceed step by step and secretly conform to the way of heaven, making it easier to break through the supreme and secret innate realm..."

When Meng Shuai heard about the innate realm, he was shocked and many random thoughts emerged in his mind.

Zhong Shaoxuan continued: "In terms of use, internal martial arts are easier to fit and have richer changes, not to mention that many internal forces themselves have magical special effects, far from comparable to power. The benefits of internal martial arts are endless, but in the world, internal martial arts practices, internal martial arts accounts for less than one-tenth."

Meng Shuai said: "Then why? Is there little inheritance from the inner family?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "On the one hand, as you said, there is little internal inheritance. Well, it should be said that there is little internal inheritance. You know that external martial arts, basic martial arts, as well as inferior, middle, and superior martial arts. The internal skill is also so clear. The best internal skill, those high schools must also be treasures of the sect, and it is rarely circulated outside. Other internal skills have very slow progress and high requirements for meridian qualifications. Those with poor qualifications cannot reach the threshold even after practicing for a few years. On the contrary, external kung fu, as long as you have hands and feet, you can lay a foundation for a few years. Moreover, the words of internal skills are mostly profound, how many of the rough outside martial arts masters understand? Since you don't understand it, naturally students will not understand it either. Without the guidance of famous teachers, the more you practice, the more you become, the more you are wrong, it is better to practice external kung fu."

Meng Shuai thought to himself: "So, external skills are grassroots and people-oriented, while internal skills are high-end, aristocratic?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "There is another section. Since internal strength focuses on health preservation, the effect of attacking the enemy is poor. To practice the Qi realm of receiving and receiving injuries, it is probably necessary to work hard for decades. Before this, in addition to the body's resistance to disasters and frost, the ability to prevent oneself was really limited."

Meng Shuaiqi said: "Don't you practice boxing and hitting people? Wouldn't it be better to practice internal strength while learning boxing? Even if you practice external players, you don't rely on your strength to go into battle with the turtle punch, right?"

Zhong Shaoxuan turned his head to look at him and said, "This is what I said about you, who doesn't want to practice both inside and outside? But people's energy is always limited. Cultivating internal and internal skills is very energy-consuming."

Meng Shuai was stunned. Zhong Shaoxuan said: "Do you feel relaxed and happy when learning internal skills, just like sleeping? Actually, it is not. Cultivating internal skills requires concentration, concentrating on moving the world, and beingware of being obsessed with the fire. After practicing for one hour, although your physical strength is not damaged, your mind is exhausted, which is even more tiring than hitting two hours of fist. Moreover, when you go to bed at night, you unconsciously flow back your inner breath and disperse most of the inner breath you practiced during the day. Therefore, the progress of internal energy is extremely slow.

So, those who practice both internal and external cultivation must practice external cultivation while practicing internal cultivation during the day. They will work twice as hard as others. Entering the country may not be as good as practicing one single. It is said that disciples of famous sects will use many auxiliary means to help them not lose their skills in their sleep, and entering the country will be several times faster than others. But I have never heard of any internal cultivation that goes directly to sleep, and treats it as daily practice, and after waking up, they will practice boxing a hundred times more energetic. If all this is the case, those who practice martial arts will practice both internal and external."

After hesitating for a moment, he continued, "Although I'm not sure, you may be practicing the best internal skills that exceed the best internal skills."

Meng Shuai was so energetic that he was talking about it. One of the important reasons why he kept sleeping in the school when he traveled over time was that Zhong Shaoxuan always supported him. Meng Shuai felt that people like Zhong Shaoxuan who had good martial arts skills and loved his brothers did not object to him practicing martial arts every day, which at least proved that he was not wasting time.

Zhong Shaoxuan suddenly sighed and said, "What a pity, it would be great if you could get a glimpse of the whole picture of that set of internal skills. Then I'll be assured that you will be the main focus of the internal skills. Unfortunately, only one sentence can only stay at the first level, and it's difficult to go further. After all, this internal skills can only be used as an auxiliary, so you still have to practice external skills. Let's go back and choose another teacher for you."

Meng Shuai said "Oh", a little disappointed, and felt very regretful about the incomplete and top-quality internal skills. However, because he didn't know how powerful the internal skills were, he was not particularly persistent, so he said, "Then where should I go to join the master?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "There are all major sects nearby, so you need to choose slowly. If you talk about swordsmanship, of course it is the Eight Immortals Sword Sect, and if you talk about boxing, it is the Eight-Armed Nezha Sect. If you talk about future, the Guardian Mansion is a subordinate of Governor Jiang, and I have it there too... But what I want you to go the most in my heart is the Snow Mountain City of King Xuemo."

This was the first time Meng Shuai heard about the world outside Gualingdu. He was pricking his ears and wanted to find the coolest sect from it. When he heard about Xueshan City, he immediately felt that the sect was high-end, elegant and upscale. He yearned for it and said, "Is King Xuemo very amazing? How about you? For example, how about Qingyan's mother?"

Zhong Shaoxuan smiled and said, "You guy, you can talk nonsense here, don't ask this when you go out. Comparing these famous figures with your brother, isn't this a problem for me? King Xuemo is the top figure in Liangzhou. Even if he looks at Daqi and is also a first-class figure, how can I compare? As for that lady..." He pondered for a moment and said, "That lady is far better than me, I can't compare."

Meng Shuai was shocked. Looking at the posture just now, he thought that Mrs. Fang and Zhong Shaoxuan were evenly matched. He asked more: "If Mrs. Fang took action just now, will we finish playing together?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "Although it can't be said to be absolute, it's basically the case."

Meng Shuai said: "Since that's the case, why didn't she do it just now?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said with his own heart: "No one can answer this question except Mrs. himself."

The two brothers returned to the town all the way. The Zhong family is one of the most wealthy families on Gualing Du, and the Zhong family is also considered the best mansion. However, a small town with only a few hundred households is limited in size, and the so-called wealthy families are only very popular. The Zhong family is just a tiled house with two yards, living with three fathers and sons of the Zhong family.

After entering the yard, only one old servant came up to him. Zhong Shaoxuan asked, turned around and said to Meng Shuai: "Father is not asleep yet, I'll go see him, you go first."

Meng Shuai agreed and left by himself. Zhong Shaoxuan took a deep breath and raised his foot into the main courtyard.

There was a light on the east side of the five main rooms in the main courtyard, indicating that the owner had not yet stopped. Zhong Shaoxuan went up to knock on the door, and heard a cough inside and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "Father, I'm back. Are you in good health these days?"

The person inside said, "It's just that. One day or another, it may not be dead. Go back and rest."

Zhong Shaoxuan said respectfully: "Yes. Father, I just found a waiter outside the town..."

The person inside interrupted, "Diet?"

Zhong Shaoxuan was stunned. After a while, he replied: "Second brother, okay."

The person inside said, "It's enough to be dead. I've been wasting the whole day." Then, with a puff sound, the lights went out, and the whole room completely darkened.

Zhong Shaoxuan stood at the door, swallowed from his throat in one breath, and swallowed it into his stomach, feeling uncomfortable. It took a long time to return to his usual expression and said, "Dad, rest, my child will leave." He turned around and walked out of the yard.

At the same time, Meng Shuai had already entered the kitchen.

Even if you guess, you can guess what the father and son of the Zhong family said. Anyway, he would not have gone to see that old man Zhong.

Even though they knew that they didn't like him, they were sick. Since they came over, Meng Shuai and the old man Zhong had met each other, and they could count the number of times they had met with each hand.

I heard that although Zhong Er is a rebellious person, he longs for family affection deep down. He practices martial arts day and night to prove himself to his father. Meng Shuai expressed his respect for this. According to his opinion, this old man Zhong is probably not Zhong Er's biological father, and maybe he is a burden. Since he is not a relative, no matter how he proves himself, he will never be able to obtain family affection.

Of course, he would not gossip in this gossip. Some people lack money, strength, and IQ, but I haven't heard of anyone who lacks father.

He already had a father in his previous life, and now he must be playing numb at home. It would be nothing great if he didn't have a father in this world. If he really had a father-son relationship, he could also be regarded as an adoptive father or an elder. But is this situation now? He can only be regarded as a boss. It is impossible to turn against each other, after all, he still has someone else's job in his hand.

Speaking of rice bowl - Meng Shuai picked up the lid from the stove, and there was still half a pot of sauce meat left inside. Although it was cold, it could still smell it, and his stomach immediately started to growl.

He slept all day during the day, and evening was equivalent to morning. Now he ate one meal for breakfast, and eating one meal in the early morning was considered supper. The Zhong family did not have this schedule, and old man Zhong would not eat at the same table with him, so every time he went home, he would go to the kitchen to find food by himself.

There was a fire left under the stove, Meng Shuai raised the fire, waited for the broth to open, and put it in the bottom.

The following note is the skill of the otaku who has learned such a otakus skill in his previous life, and raising fire is the survival skill he has learned in this life.

As the broth became hotter and the strong aroma of meat spread. Meng Shuai took a breath, and the saliva was generated under his tongue, feeling that he had sublimated.

Suddenly, he felt a flash of his head, and a shadow popped out with a bang and plunged into the soup pot.

Meng Shuai was shocked and thought it was a mouse. Without thinking about it, he grabbed it into the soup pot with one hand.

"ah--"

The soup pot had been boiled for eight minutes, which was almost the same as boiling water as the oil pot. Meng Shuai wailed and wailed. Thanks to his well-trained training, he could still grab the things in the soup pot and retract his hand suddenly. He jumped off the stove, ran to the water tank, pressed his hand and the things he was carrying into the water, and a loud bang, stirring up a large splash of water.

"I'll make a big deal." Meng Shuai gasped and said, "How can I eat noodles?"

After the pain in his hands dissipated a little, Meng Shuai felt that he seemed to be pinching a naked, smooth limb, and he was still struggling. When he stretched his head into the tank, he saw a toad flapping in the tank.

Toad? Is it the ingredients for braised frog prepared in the kitchen?

No, it seems like it was jumping out of me.

After taking a look, Meng Shuai's heart suddenly moved. This toad - it seems that he had seen it?

He slapped his thigh. Isn’t this the stone toad that has been lying under the saplings of the Black Soil World?

He actually popped out by himself!

"So, I have worked hard to deliver internal energy for so many days and sacrificed my body, so I'll get you?" Meng Shuai raised his hand and raised the toad to the water. "What's so special about you? It's worth waiting for you for so long?"

After the toad jumped out, it was just the size of a fist, and it was dark all over. If it weren't for the cheeks that were a little lively, it would be like a toy made of cast iron. Such an ugly appearance was somewhat disgusting. If there was anything worth taking a look at this thing, there were four vertical lines on the toad's back, with slightly different colors. Although it was not shining, it still had a slight metal texture.

Meng Shuai looked at it again and again, really disappointed, and held it and said, "It's just that..."

Before he finished speaking, the toad struggled violently, jumped more than three feet high, and jumped onto Meng Shuai's head.

Meng Shuai felt as if he was hit by ice. Not to mention the cold touch, his mind buzzed and turned black. His body immediately paralyzed and stiffened. Everything in front of him stopped.

When he came to his senses again, there was a piece of black soil in front of him.

That's right, there is a sun like a light bulb above, and there is black soil below. Not far away, tall trees are in sight.

This is a world he has seen in his consciousness countless times but has never been involved in!

Only by arriving here in person can Meng Shuai be sure that this really belongs to his world.

Judging from his own size, the black soil exposed with thick fog is at most ten square meters, and he dare not investigate how large the area there is behind the black fog.

And the only creature in the black soil world, the huge sapling, supported the entire world. The two blades with thorns could only be looked up and watched, like wonders or celestial phenomena. The huge leaves opened and closed one by one, sending deadly red flags.

He walked carefully for a few steps, but stopped a few feet away from the sapling. It would be fine if his body was eaten, but his body was filled in, so there was no need to change it.

After praising the spectacularity of the trees again, Meng Shuai suddenly had a question - what did he do when he came in?

Gu—Gu—

The croaking sounded, and a toad jumped over his head and jumped towards the trees.

That guy is still there?

Meng Shuai almost reached out to grab him, but took a step and immediately took it back - don't think he didn't know, the animal world warned - some animals and plants are symbiotic relationships, animals acted as bait, bringing prey to insectivorous plants, and carnivorous plants took action, and those animals ate residue...

This place is dangerous, so it is better to go out early.

Meng Shuai was thinking about how to get out. The toad had jumped to the foot of the tree, but it did not attract attack. It jumped up again, but did not jump to the two open flycatches, but drilled into the sparse canopy that the saplings had not yet grown.

call--

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong.

Everything fell in a mess continuously, and it fell on Meng Shuai's head. Meng Shuai instinctively stretched out his hand and grabbed a full handful of people-
Chapter completed!