The sudden words made Lin Mengsiwei pause for a moment, and his eyes that looked at Yi Amu changed little by little.

"What...what!?" Lin Meng couldn't help asking again, "Coach, what kind of mental method are you talking about?"

"Tsk! The inner strength and mental method." Yi Amu stared at Lin Meng's expression with a look of surprise and a little surprised, and smiled, "But look at your expression, you seem to know something."

"If I don't know anything, there will be ghosts."

Lin Meng complained in his heart, and looked at Yi Amu and found an explanation casually, "I saw some in the novel, but I don't know whether it is true or false. Anyway, the book talks about a method of cultivation, but it's different from a real monk."

"The method is different from a real monk... Haha, there is nothing wrong with saying this, right?" Yi Amu shook his head, Lin Meng looked beside him, and always felt that the other party looked a little self-deprecating.

"To be precise, it should be the lower class who struggled and worked hard on their own."

Iamu sat on the ground and leaned against the wall, looking up at the distance, looking a little like recalling the past,

"It is said that when the spiritual tide was just beginning, the practitioners were walking all over the ground. A passerby on the side of the road might be a practitioner, but I don't know when it started? I can't remember it, I only know that it seemed to start with a sentence spoken by a certain practitioner.

The monk said that the resources brought by the spiritual tide are limited, and use a little less.

Then the class appeared, and a wall was erected between the upper level monks and the lower level mortals, and it was almost impossible for ordinary people to come into contact with extraordinary power.

Some people just leave their fate, while others struggle against the current!”

"Does Struggle refer to internal strength and mental methods?" Lin Meng, who was sitting next to him, asked.

Yiamu nodded, "If the upper class blocked the practice method and cut off the extraordinary path, then let them study the extraordinary method of cultivation by themselves. With this idea, an organization was born at a certain period, gathering a large number of excellent warriors and a large number of martial arts resources, and painstakingly studying the extraordinary mystery. Time flows, and more than ten years later, some results have been studied. The so-called result is the internal strength of the mind that can make people free from the limits of the body."

As he said that, Yi Amu spread his hands, "Of course, he must be inferior to those monks."

"It must be much more powerful than normal people, right?" Lin Meng stretched his head and asked again.

"Your nonsense, if you spend countless years of research, even ordinary people can't compare to your martial arts, those people might as well hit the wall and kill them!"

"Is that so powerful?" Lin Meng's eyes were a little vague. He thought of what Lu Qiang said just now. The coach slapped the wine bottle three or four meters away. Combined with the internal skills that Yi Amu just mentioned, Yi Amu himself... I'm afraid there is something to do.

"That coach, you actually know the inner strength and mind skills."

Lin Meng looked straight at Yi Amu, and Yi Amu smiled mysteriously, "Internal power and mental method? What is that? I heard the legends just now from my grandfather's mouth, but I don't know anything."

"Hey, hey, coach, it's not good to keep someone from keeping him in a silence. You know that I'm in a hurry to get into the Baihong Sect, and just told me about internal skills and mental methods, but now I want to pretend that I don't know anything. Isn't this picking on human nature?"

"I don't pick on human nature. After all, even if internal strength and mental methods are nothing in the eyes of practitioners, they are treasures in the eyes of mortals. Not to mention whether there is one, even if there is one, it is unlikely that they will be taken out casually, right?"

Lin Meng was silent. This is true. If there is any internal skills and mental methods, it is self-evident that they are among ordinary people. He is not close to Yi Amu. If he is rich, it is okay to say, but for now he is just an ordinary high school student.

"But Lin Meng, have you heard a word called "Dujiao"? "

Yi Amu next to him suddenly continued to speak again, Yu An looked up at the other party, "Do you think I am a Taoist?"

"If you can get into Baihong Sect, even if you are a toilet sweeper inside, you will be a wise man." After that, several colleges not far away asked Yi Amu to ask him, as if they had any problems. Yi Amu stood up and said one more sentence before leaving Lin Meng.

"So let me see if you can become a Taoist potential. If you can hold on to me for ten minutes before the college entrance examination, maybe I will give the Taoist some investment."

Yi Amu smiled and left after he finished speaking.

Lin Meng looked at Yi Amu's leaving back and said nothing. After a little rest, he walked to the practice area and continued to start today's practice course.

Iamu said nothing wrong. Those who have attained the Tao help, and those who have lost the Tao have few help. He has also heard this sentence in Lin Meng's hometown. In Yiamu's eyes, Baihong Sect's disciples are big names worthy of his pursuit. Now Lin Meng, who is about to take the college entrance examination in his senior year, has the possibility of becoming such a person, but it is only possible. Therefore, Iamu must see that he has the potential to become a Taoist, so that the helpers from all over the world will be extended one by one.

It is more appropriate to invest than to help.

So if he wants to become better, he will first start by strengthening himself!

The hot atmosphere inside the martial arts hall seemed to never end. After practicing for an hour, Lin Meng changed back to the student's clothes, said goodbye to the coach, and walked towards the direction of going home.

Lin Meng didn't plan to take the bus when he got home. He was about to run back and tied his blue and white school uniform to his waist and shoulders. He stepped aside and ran towards the way back.

With the acceleration of the golden pocket watch, Lin Meng can save a lot of time to study and practice. However, after seventeen years of waiting, Lin Meng finally saw a glimmer of light of returning to extraordinary things. He was unwilling to give up a little spare time.

Moreover, the practice place in the pocket watch space may be enhanced, and all the body will be fed back to the body. Too much physical constitution will be added in an instant, which will make his body unbearable.

What this requires is a lot of exercise and exercise to gradually adapt to one's own changes.

“Hu...Hu...Hu...Hu..."

Gasping in his mouth, the senior high school student was running on the way home, breathing heavily into the space deep into his lungs. A little bit of spiritual energy in the air cooled down like cold liquid to moisten the gradually tired body, constantly maintaining the gradually tired body, like a machine that will never stop, tempering muscles, strengthening the body, and approaching home little by little.
Chapter completed!