"The Ming Dynasty had absolutely no Emperor Cheng Zhi." Wei Yang thought while walking.

He knew a little about the history of the Ming Dynasty and knew that there was an Emperor Chenghua and an Emperor Hongzhi, but he had never heard of Emperor Chengzhi.

After 32 years of Chengzhi, this emperor was able to survive.

Wei Yang thought to himself: "It's almost time to catch up with the two weird ones of Emperor Wanli and Emperor Jiajing."

He was sure that this must have been a deviant Ming Dynasty.

Wulin, Mandarin, Chengzhi for 32 years.

This is not the big storm that he, a little butterfly, can blow up.

Think about it again before Emperor Zhi, at least the previous emperor's reign was called Chun Duan Emperor.

Wei Yang decided to continue dogging, so he touched his clothes.

Fortunately, Elder Song "buyed" a new set of clothes from somewhere.

Bang-

A willow branch was sucked on Wei Yang's butt.

"Practice your skills without distraction!" Elder Song turned back from the front and took a ruthless move.

Wei Yang didn't complain, although it was already midnight.

After dinner, the group of three people bypassed the check and headed straight for the northwest direction. Now they have walked for at least dozens of miles. Along the way, Wei Yang faced not the harsh lessons of being kind and tempted, but no more good words.

Elder Song forced him to practice martial arts all the time, and if he was not careful, he would be a willow branch.

pain.

But he was powerless to resist.

As soon as he was immersed, the old woman's palm pressed against his back.

Wei Yang clearly felt that the weak internal force that the old woman had transmitted was clearly flowing in his Ren and Du meridians.

He could even feel that his empty body was gradually regaining the power of his qi and blood filling!

But this is not his. Once he left the help of the old woman, he was panting after walking a few steps.

But he is not tired yet.

I went through this day and night and walked straight for three or five days.

Wei Yang was in a trance and did not realize that the old woman's hand had already left his back. He only felt that the weak internal force was getting weaker, but he was wandering happily than ever, moving in the Ren meridian and moving in the Du meridian, relieving his tired body that had only been resting for a few hours for several days.

Suddenly his feet slipped and Wei Yang fell down.

Only then did he realize that he had arrived in the desert without realizing it.

The uninhabited desert gave Wei Yang a chance to rest.

"Get up today, before resting, take a quarter of an hour to stance." Elder Song took a sip of water and handed over the water bag.

Wei Yang still didn't speak, although he didn't understand why he still had to stance since he had internal skills.

Whatever they say is what it means, and it is troublesome to ask so many questions before.

The old woman explained: "The body is like a water sac, and the internal force is like clear water. The water sac is so big. If it cannot be stretched, once the internal force is too much, it will burst. It is called practicing breath inside and practicing muscles, bones and skin outside. Only by having a good body can you have sufficient internal strength."

Wei Yang remained silent, rested for a moment and then started stance.

“Squat down!”

"look up!"

"Tighten your waist!"

"Keep!"

Elder Song shouted, and the willow branches in his hand hit Wei Yang's irregular places without any mercy.

A willow branch is covered with a scar under the clothes.

Wei Yang didn't say a word and first steadied his horse's stance, but he felt like he couldn't hold on while breathing.

Physical fatigue, the standard horse stance produced by sticks.

This was infinitely squeezing his physical strength recovered from his little true energy.

But he didn't know that his performance had already made Elder Song feel indifferent as if he was throwing garbage.

"It's really amazing." Elder Song whispered.

The old woman drank a small sip of water, ate some dry food, looked at Wei Yang who was struggling to persevere from afar, but she was deeply worried and whispered: "We all said we can't hold on anymore, let alone he is a child. In the past few days, his true qi seeds seem to be planted, and everything goes well, but I am always worried that the harm of the reversal of the Du meridian will explode at the moment the seeds germinate."

"It's better to just pass on the magical power. If it can be achieved, then it will be carefully cultivated. If it doesn't, it will save you the effort. If it turns around, it won't be... I don't want to kill this kid." Elder Song suggested.

The old woman shook her head: "How can you have a high-level internal skills without the tempering of the mental method of high-level internal skills? If you practice that magical skill, the leader can only practice based on the existing internal skills. If you want to abolish the original seeds of true qi, he will naturally not want to. Besides, if it is so simple, if you just find an ordinary person, why do you and I need to look for children to cultivate in the world? Huashan magical skill is the best, which is just right. I think, I will teach him the Zixia magical skill. In recent years, we can be a master. With the will of this child, we may be able to practice the evil magical skill that makes people feel disgusted by the reversal of the Du meridian."

She suddenly sighed: "I am worried that he is so old and has such a tolerant ability. Once he really practices that magical skill, you and I may want to..."

Elder Song was surprised and said, "Are you afraid that he will turn around?!"

"Not afraid," the old woman smiled bitterly, "You and I have been in a state of mind for a long time, and I have reached the age of liking children. Senior brother, human nature and the rules cannot be bound by them. I am not afraid that he will turn around, but I am afraid that by then, on the contrary... Hey, for so many days, I have been used to checking whether the kid is still healthy every day."

Suddenly, a puff sound came from Wei Yang that heavy objects fell to the ground.

The two of them hurriedly jumped over and saw Wei Yang's face turned pale and lying on his back in the desert. His clothes were already wet with sweat, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Elder Song started to connect to Feng Weiyang's chest with more than a dozen large acupoints. He glanced at Weiyang's tightly clenched fists and immediately showed an angry expression.

The old woman screamed: "How could she almost get into a devil?"

Wei Yang was not in a coma, and he said calmly with his eyes open: "I tried to use true qi and bifurcate the Qihai acupoint. I felt like my stomach was hit by a sledgehammer, and that's it."

"You!" the old woman was furious, but she had no choice but to curse, "You don't want to die? Which martial arts skills in the world are not obtained by careful exploration? How dare you!"

"Okay, since you are not afraid of death, I will tell you about Zixia's magical skills. But you want to tell me, why would you think of using internal force when you stance?" Elder Song finally didn't lift up his hand.

Wei Yang said: "I see that when others ride horses, they always rise and fall with the bumps of horseback. I think they can also use it in martial arts."

Isn't it right?

Very true!

So don't even want time to rest.

Elder Song threw out his long sword with him. Wei Yang Shao took a rest. According to the old woman's advice, he meditated and adjusted his breath for a while. He stood up and picked up the sword. He felt that his wrist sank. He could not even lift the heavy iron sword.

One is that your body is too small, and the other is that you are exhausted.

Elder Song didn't care, and just let Wei Yang practice hard with one sword move.

After another three or five days, Wei Yang not only failed to practice the sword moves well, but was even more busy than beginners.

Elder Song said angrily: "Why are you getting more and more careless? You can't practice well today and eat less meat!"

Wei Yang knew the importance of nutrition and ate less noodles and more meat every day. Elder Song only thought he was greedy.

But unexpectedly, Wei Yang put down his long sword and bowed to him and asked him a question.

When Mr. Song was as big as me, he used an iron sword that weighed and weighed but foot long?

Elder Song was stunned and saw Wei Yang's face shining under the rising sun in the desert, with a faint purple light passing by.

That's just the color of the sun.

But at this moment, what Elder Song thought of was.

"The Zixia magic skill can be taught."
Chapter completed!