Chapter 179: Kung Fu and Mental Techniques

After saying this, Mo Yu clearly felt that the air was stagnant. The tables, chairs, doors and windows were calm for a moment, and then the strong wind blew and everything shook violently.

Mo Yu looked horrified, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably. In a hurry, he had to clasp the bedpost with both hands, use his skills, and resist with difficulty.

"Hey, I want to see how tough you are." The voice was full of scorn and contempt.

Mo Yu's face turned red and his veins protruded. He couldn't think of anything to say in reply. He only felt his blood burning like fire. He was depressed like never before, as if he would explode and die in the next moment.

After reaching a stalemate, Mo Yu's body changed from standing to leaning down, then from leaning down to riding, and finally to half-kneeling, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, this brat is really capable of resisting!"

The voice was shocked and said to itself: "It can't be done anymore. If you continue, you will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the strong wind in the room disappeared instantly, and all the furniture returned to a stable position. Mo Yu collapsed on the ground sweating profusely, panting heavily with lingering fear, and looked up. Unexpectedly, there was someone sitting on the seat.

His gray hair is messy and disheveled, his face is wrinkled, he has a long and thin face, and his skin is bronze. He wears a colorful floral robe to cover his slim figure. Who else could he be but that old and crooked man?

Old guy, he's back!

"Ahem,"

Mo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, lay down on the ground without any image, looked up at the roof in trance, and murmured: "Old guy, you almost lost your apprentice."

"Bullshit, you are the most expensive apprentice in history." The old guy picked his nose with his hands and showed his yellow teeth.

Mo Yu's face froze, and he naturally understood what the old guy meant, and it was indeed the case. He couldn't find any words to refute, and he felt melancholy for a long time, and finally he said: "It'll be good if you come back."

The old guy originally planned to continue to make things difficult, but Mo Yu's reaction really surprised him. He was awkward but not awkward, pretentious but not pretentious. He muttered: "Hey, old man, I have already said that no one in the world would dare to go without me."

There’s nothing I can’t get!”

If this sentence had been said in the past, Mo Yu would have thought that the old guy was boasting and exaggerating, but after the fuss just now, it was six to seven out of ten that it was true. If he fulfilled his original promise, it would be nine out of ten.

Thinking of the previous agreement between the two, Mo Yu couldn't stop breathing rapidly. Now that the old guy has returned safely and is in the mood to joke again, isn't that...

Don't dare think!

"Why don't you say anything, brat?" the old guy said with a sly smile.

"Didn't you say it's limited to January? Why did you delay it until early February?" Mo Yu asked back.

I thought the old guy was going to talk a lot, but I didn't expect that he just said lightly: "The food from those big-style restaurants is really good. It took me an extra month to eat it all, old man, and I'm still not done with it. I'm still not done with it~"

While talking, I patted my belly, which made me want to go there again next time.

Mo Yu was full of emotions but the old guy said nothing. He sat up with a dark face, said nothing, and resumed his luck with a muffled voice.

"Huh? Why are you healing your injuries? Old man, I don't know how hard I used it. Don't pretend, weren't you very tough just now?" The old guy jumped off the chair, put his hands behind his back, and bent down to circle around Mo Yu.

, pointing.

Mo Yu frowned, then relaxed his brows, letting the old guy talk to himself.

Just like that, a moment passed, and the old guy was already thirsty. He drank from the teapot, looked at Mo Yu with disapproval, and muttered.

Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes and stood up after withdrawing his power. His body had returned to its peak state. He sensed carefully that his blood energy was stronger than before.

Looking back on the situation just now, the old guy probably used fun to get him to activate his meridians, so as to get rid of the hidden diseases left by the battle.

"It's the middle of the night, so you'd better rest in this room first. If we have anything to do, we can talk tomorrow." Mo Yu picked up the sword box and walked out of the door.

"Old man, I just came back. If you're not tired, don't leave!" The old guy then grabbed the hem of Mo Yu's robe.

"I'm sleepy!" Mo Yu turned around with a forced smile, pulled open his clothes, and pulled the door open.

The old guy stuck his head out and looked towards the corridor. It wasn't until Mo Yu turned the corner of the corridor that he closed the door with satisfaction and muttered: "I guess you still have some conscience..."

The next day, when Mo Yu opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to look around the house and found that it was not the one he lived in. He felt instantly at ease. It seemed that what happened last night was true.

The old guy is really back!

After briefly washing up, Mo Yu walked towards the old guy's room. As soon as he reached the corridor, a rumble of snoring could be heard.

Shaking his head, Mo Yu walked lightly to the window, poked a small hole in the window paper and peeked in. He found that the old guy was lying on the couch snoring without any appearance, with his robe untied and his shoes and socks still on.

"Oh, it's still like this."

Mo Yu turned around and left, summoning a maid from outside the hospital, and ordered her to pay attention to what was going on in the house, and to send the old guy some wine and food when he woke up.

Get up in the morning and practice, do morning exercises for an hour, and then have breakfast with Liu Ningxuan and Youlan.

After dinner, Mo Yu called Mo Qi and told him what happened last night. Mo Qi was shocked at first, then ecstatic, and asked excitedly: "Brother, so you said, did he really get those skills?"

Mo Yu showed hesitation and said hesitantly: "Neither this guy nor Linglong can treat each other with common sense. I can't say whether I got it or not."

"Let's go ask him!" Mo Qi knew how important this matter was to his elder brother and himself, and couldn't help but want to leave.

"Don't rush."

Mo Yu pulled Mo Qi, and his mood calmed down, and he said leisurely: "I am lucky to get it, but I am destined to lose it. Let everything take its course."

Mo Qi stopped when he heard the words, lowered his head and recited these words for a long time, and finally turned into a soft sigh: "I hope so."

The old guy's sudden return disrupted the previous plan, and Mo Yu had to make redeployments.

The affairs of Yihe City and the development of Momen are both of vital importance. Du Feng and Sun Hannan cannot yet take charge of the affairs alone, and they need him as the leader of the sect to make suggestions from time to time.

It makes sense, but to support all this, you need to have strong strength. Otherwise, you will inevitably die. Therefore, the most important thing now is to practice!

Cultivation must be focused without any distractions, so we have to leave the affairs to Du Feng and the others as much as possible. He will not come forward unless it is absolutely necessary.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu acted immediately and wrote two letters of divorce. Mo Qi sent them to Sun Hannan, and sent someone to Liu Jian to deliver them to Du Feng.

People in the Jianghu finally need to return to the Jianghu. Without these tedious things, Mo Yu feels a lot more relaxed. Although he no longer has the dream of one person, one sword, and one Jianghu, he still can't escape from this turbidity.

The old man slept all day long, and the maid outside the house had no choice but to listen to his thunderous snoring all day long.

After the old guy had eaten and drank enough, Mo Yu led Mo Qi to the door to meet him. Just when Mo Yu was about to speak, the old guy threw away a few books and said as if he was leaving his shoes: "No, this is what you want.

A few tattered books."

Mo Yu and Mo Yu looked at each other, a little confused by this sudden outburst. It took them four or five breaths to react.

Mo Yu breathed quickly and picked up the top book.

"Tiangang Sword Jue" has four characters "Qiu Jin" written on the dark yellow book cover. When you open the title page, you can see a few general outlines of the fierce sword energy: The sword covers thousands of generations, the energy is soaring in the sky, Tiangang, and the earth is evil!

There is no blood falling from the sheath, and the blade is cold and my heart trembles...

"Is this...really...the swordsmanship of the Qixing Mountain Town Sect, the Tiangang Sword Technique?!" Mo Yu muttered to himself in disbelief with a trembling voice, and with a dry mouth, he read the text.

As expected, each sword formula is vividly displayed on the page, along with the practice patterns. Although I may not be able to understand the meaning of these obscure words for a while, it is not difficult to learn them as long as you study them calmly and deeply.

"Hey, isn't it just a broken book? As for letting those old monsters from Qixing Mountain chase the old man for seven days and seven nights." The old guy took the fruit plate and picked at it without any care.

"Qixingshan is one of the Seven Righteous Martial Arts of today." Mo Qi retorted quietly from the side, but his words made the old guy roll his eyes.

Mo Yu shook his head, putting the Tiangang Sword Jue aside as if it were a treasure, and turned his eyes to the second book.

"Phantom Promise"

I ran my fingers over these four characters, and I couldn't guess what kind of technique they were. The various sects in the world had never heard of them. There was a shadow character, could it be suitable for Mo Qi's practice?

He casually opened the first page. After seeing clearly what was inside the page, Mo Yu was stunned and said, "How...how is it blank?"

To prevent hallucinations, Mo Yu closed the book and opened it again, but there was still a blank space in front of him! Unbelievable, he flipped through the pages and found that the entire book was blank!

"hey-hey,"

The old guy looked at Mo Yu and the two people with blank expressions and was very pleased with himself. He spit a fruit core onto the back of Mo Yu's hand holding the book and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Phantom Wuji is my unparalleled body technique in the world. It's very subtle and exquisite.

, my skills are superior to those of other heroes, and the method of cultivation lies with me!"

The old guy pointed at his head and laughed crazily. Mo Yu and the two men's expressions froze and they shook their heads helplessly.

Putting Phantom Wuji aside, the third book is "Eighteen Daggers for Chasing Souls and Killing Lives". As the name suggests, this book is about the practice of daggers, which coincides with Mo Qi.

"It's yours." Mo Yu directly handed the book to Mo Qi without opening it and flipping through it.

"Brother..." Mo Qi took the book with an excited expression, but hesitated to speak.

"There is no need to talk between you and me, brothers. Practice hard and become stronger!" Mo Yu smiled and patted Mo Qi on the shoulder.

Mo Qi nodded heavily, and then bowed to the old guy.

"whispering sound."

The old guy grinned indifferently, and casually reached out with his left hand, facing the books. He slightly retracted his palm, and as expected, a book was pulled out from the bottom by the strong wind.

"Invisibility Technique, the top assassin's movement technique." The old guy threw the book to Mo Qi, then looked at Mo Qi with a smile and said: "I have completed all the things I promised, when will I do the apprenticeship ceremony? Good disciple.

~"

Mo Yu's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the last book out of the corner of his eye, and asked an unexpected question: "Is this the Secret Book of Mental Techniques?"

There was sudden silence in the room, and the old guy became serious and said nothing.

Seeing this situation, Mo Yu knew what was happening. He trembled slightly and picked up the book. In front of Chen Ju's eyes, he was instantly frightened by the three large blood-red characters on the cover. A bloody and violent emotion emerged involuntarily from the bottom of his heart.
Chapter completed!