My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 20 Accepting a Disciple
"Forge your body into a shield."

"Refine your fists into artillery."

In the small courtyard covered with flying snow, thunder exploded in a small space.

Zhao Changhe, with his head full of white hair, doesn't look old at all, and looks like a ghost.

But each move is extremely heavy, swift and powerful.

The combination of movement and stillness is perfect.

Zhao Changhe doesn't practice swordsmanship, and he doesn't have any weapons with him.

As a cultivator of the fifth realm with great supernatural powers, what he relies on is his pair of iron fists.

There is no more flying snow between heaven and earth.

The snow in the entire courtyard had now been blown away by the fierce fist wind.

"What practitioners cultivate are magical skills."

"The so-called magical power, in my opinion, is a means to fight against the enemy."

"When I was young, I was just an ordinary warrior. By chance, I learned the method of cultivation, but I am overwhelmed by those complicated magical powers."

"Simply this set of martial arts is my magical power."

His words were heard in the courtyard, but then they paused.

"drink!"

The old man roared, and his figure emerged from among the ghostly dragons. He made a boxing stance, and then the skin on his body began to turn red.

Even mortals who have never touched upon spiritual practice can sense that the other party's momentum is gradually rising.

"This is burning blood. You need to draw the Qi from the Qi Sea on a daily basis and store it in fixed meridians. When you fight the enemy, you can boil your own blood and use it..."

"This will temporarily increase your strength without harming your body, but it also has its limits. It lasts for about three minutes..."

"It's very suitable for a desperate boy like you."

The old man suddenly jumped high, shouted again, and smashed down with one foot.

Ye Wuyou saw clearly that the opponent's move did not carry any energy, it was just an ordinary demonstration of the move.

boom!
A dent about a foot in diameter was smashed into the ground in the yard.

Zhao Changhe slowly stood still in the yard. After a long time, snow began to fall. Soon, the yard was covered with a layer of white again.

The old man glanced at Ye Wuyou who was concentrating, and sighed.

"My boxing style is full of powerful openings and closings, and is the result of half a lifetime of martial arts skills. I've only used it once, so you probably can't understand the changes in it. Well, I'll do it again..."

"I got it."

What nonsense are you talking about, kid?
Zhao Changhe frowned slightly.

If ordinary people look at this set of boxing techniques, they will only think that it is just like the boxing skills of martial artists. They only know that it is powerful, but they cannot see the charm.

The changes within it, such as his seemingly random punch just now, how the Qi flows and how he exerts force.

For example, when facing an enemy at a certain distance, how to transform energy into fists, adjust the steps and body movements, so as to defeat the enemy with a single strike from a distance.

You only took a superficial look and could at most understand a few moves, but you have the audacity to say that you have memorized it?
But soon, when Ye Wuyou stood in the courtyard and performed the same moves as he had just performed, a subtle change finally appeared on Zhao Changhe's old face.

Damn, is this guy a genius?

Ye Wuyou is not a genius.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" operates quietly, and the Qi in the body seems to have found its direction by itself. At the most correct time to exert force, it moves along the tendons and veins to the correct position.

Just like how he had learned Lu Caiwei's sword moves before, this time, Ye Wuyou also learned Zhao Changhe's boxing moves effortlessly.

Similarly, only after Ye Wuyou performed the moves himself could he feel the difference in Old Man Zhao's boxing techniques.

"So that's how it is. This punch looks like just one punch, but in fact, the Qi is circulated instantly through the reverse impulse meridian, layer by layer, and is actually equivalent to the power of ten ordinary punches."

"As for the burning blood, it is quite mysterious, and there should be a follow-up. Didn't Zhao Changhe demonstrate it?"

"Zhao Changhe probably didn't demonstrate it to its full potential. The superposition of Qi to the fist wind can cause greater damage and bring about a greater explosion... But it's just a demonstration after all."

However, in order to avoid unnecessary arguments, Ye Wuyou deliberately made mistakes in a few key points, and then pretended that his Qi was not flowing properly, and barely stopped.

Okay, this should barely be considered a normal genius.

Ye Wuyou looked at Zhao Changhe quietly.

Give me a good shock, old man!
However, what he saw was Zhao Changhe, who had a calm face. Zhao Changhe stroked his beard, looked at Ye Wuyou calmly, and sighed.

"That's all? I can only say that you have some talent, but that's all. You're not as good as I was in my old days..."

Ye Wuyou thinks you are crazy, old man. You just said that this is the result of half a lifetime of martial arts skills. Shouldn’t you have practiced for a lifetime to achieve this result?

Or am I really just an average person? Is this Wu Xiang Heart Sutra just this good? There are too many geniuses in this world?
Ye Wuyou fell into deep self-doubt.

But soon, Zhao Changhe revealed his true intentions.

Old man Zhao put one hand behind his back, his eyes slightly raised at a 45-degree angle, trying hard to create the appearance of a peerless master in the snow.

"Your talent is limited to this... That's all. Since it is fate that I have met you, if you kneel down and kowtow three times, I will accept you as my disciple..."

At the end, his tone even became a little excited.

Ye Wuyou: “?”

Old boy, your calculations are louder than a bell...

You are pretending to be an expert, right? You are trying to hook me like this.

Do you think I'm pouting?
Ye Wuyou thought about it for a moment, then looked annoyed and frustrated.

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir, but... I know that I am not talented enough, and I am afraid that the road of cultivation will be bumpy. I am afraid that I will bring shame to the reputation of the seniors in the future. I feel guilty, so I'd better forget it..."

Zhao Changhe was originally stroking his beard with one hand and listening with a leisurely expression, but when he heard the latter part, his expression changed.

"No, the world is so big, everyone is like a dragon, so why should we rely on talent for cultivation?"

"I'm afraid that I'll bring shame to my seniors' reputation..."

"It's just an empty reputation. Just keep moving forward, no matter which direction the wind blows."

"I was born in poverty, and my will to practice cultivation is weak. The colorful world is so fascinating..."

"It's okay. Who doesn't love the colorful world? I'm a member of both Baiyu Tower and Fenglai Tower. You can just register with my account in the future."

"Boy, boy...ah?"

Ye Wuyou was stunned.

After Zhao Changhe said this, he felt a little embarrassed. He pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

"Boy, I don't care what kind of skills you are practicing now, or what opportunities you have, but."

"Become my disciple, and I can give you the best elixirs, the best skills and magical powers, and the best magic weapons and blades."

"In the entire Great Yan country, I, Zhao, still have some face. If you like a girl from a certain sect, as long as you can find a way to snatch her away, I will help you with the follow-up matters once the matter is settled."

Having said that, Zhao Changhe appropriately released his fifth realm pressure.

Ye Wuyou watched this scene quietly, his expression wavering.

broken.

Heart moved.

These days, when he chatted with the Four Seasons sisters, he had a general understanding of the current situation of the Great Yan Kingdom.

In the entire Great Yan Nation, the number of cultivators with great supernatural powers in the sixth realm can be counted on two hands.

Zhao Changhe, who is at the fifth realm, is already considered a top-notch master in Dayan and Tianlan City.

I'm alone in this world, and it wouldn't be bad to have a big boss as my master?

Just when Ye Wuyou's psychological defenses were about to be broken by the brothel VIP membership owned by the other party, a clear voice came from the room next to him.

"Senior Zhao, this is not possible."

Looking back, I saw four beautiful figures walking out of the cottage: Spring Peaches, Summer Pears, Autumn Melons and Winter Jujubes.

Zhao Changhe frowned slightly, looked at the four people, and said lightly.

"I just want to take in a disciple, what's wrong with that?"

The four of them looked at each other. In the end, Chuntao, as Zhao Changhe's half-disciple, slowly stepped forward and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Master, you didn't know about this...but the warden has already told me in advance."

"He wants to take Master Ye as his apprentice."

(End of this chapter)