Guanyue Calendar, June 152, Yuanfeng.

To! Toto! Toto! Slap!

Tototo! Bang!

On the "Guanfengtai", two wooden sticks waving and fighting each other.

The man is a man and a woman. The man is thirteen or fourteen years old, with a well-proportioned figure and a little childish on his face. He is Jing Hua, a disciple of the Spirit Gathering in the Star Mountain City. The woman who fought with him has a slightly taller figure, round face and big eyes, so naturally it is Bi Siyu.

During the training, Jing Hua was obviously at a disadvantage, and his strength and strength were not as strong as the other party, and his reaction was a little slow. He was hit by a wooden stick from time to time, making him frown.

Three months ago, both of them entered the "spiritual" state. Yun Yong adjusted the steps so that they could increase their martial arts practice while visualizing every day, while Wang De was left aside. Bi Siyu seemed to have learned a few sword techniques and succeeded repeatedly in the matchup.

Yun Yong stood aside, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was looking, but he seemed not to be looking.

Toto! Bang!

"alright"

As Jing Hua was hit again, Yun Yong terminated his training.

Putting down the wooden stick, Jing Hua rubbed his arms and thought for a long time, and hesitated: "Master Yun, how can we do the time to practice stick skills in practice?"

Wang De stood by and watched, his face full of reluctance and hatred.

"Hmph, it will naturally be of great help. Junior Brother Jing, you practice being beaten every day and become thick in skin and flesh. If you can't even pierce the flying sword in the future, wouldn't you be invincible in the world?"

Yun Yong didn't say anything, he took the wooden stick casually, came to the venue, and signaled Bi Siyu to take action.

Totototo! Totototo! Tototototo!

The collision sound was as dense as broken beads, and it continued. Master Yun only defended but did not attack, allowing his disciples to use it. Bi Siyu hit him like a storm dozens of times before he waved his hand to stop.

"What do you think?"

Jing Hua did not make any sound.

Bi Siyu thought for a moment and replied, "Is it to guard against robbers and evil bandits?"

Wang De shook his head and retorted: "As long as we monks hold talismans in our hands, not to mention bandits, even martial artists in the martial arts world will have their skin and flesh and flee in the desert. If there are high-level talismans in hand, even dozens of people will turn into coke in an instant."

"oh?"

Yun Yong raised his hand and stretched out the wooden stick, pressing against Wang De's chest.

"If the bandit is right by his side at this moment, and then draws his sword and slashes, can you react?"

"this……"

Wang De was speechless for a moment.

"If five or six martial artists surrounded you, worked hard and used swords and swords together, would you have time to use talismans and methods?"

Seeing Wang De open his mouth, Yun Yong continued: "A mundane martial artists have limited increases in their body, strength, degree, reaction, patience, etc. Occasionally, there are one or two heroes who know how to transform from the outside to the inside, into the dark force, and leverage the force to fight. This is the ultimate martial artist. On the other hand, our monks, even the most ordinary spiritual disciples, have their bodies nourished and condensed by spiritual energy, and their bodies are far away from the martial artists."

Yun Yong handed the wooden stick to Jing Hua, and his tone became gloomy and grim.

"Even so, in the past hundred years, thousands of disciples traveled around the world and died at the hands of ordinary people, accounting for 30% of the total loss. What is the reason? Because the differences in the world of cultivation and worldly affairs are too great, many disciples are arrogant and lack the intention to be vigilant."

Speaking of this, Yun Yong shook out a talisman. The fireball roared up, drawing a bright light in the air, hitting the haystack in the distance.

"boom!"

The flames burst into flames, blowing out a hole the size of a fist to the haystack, and the fire burned wildly.

"I have been using talismans for nearly a hundred years. I have been using talismans to make talismans and excite them, and it takes about half an breath to play. When facing ordinary martial artists, they will naturally be sure to win. But things in the world are unpredictable. If someone has no warning, it will be difficult to get into trouble. Half a breath is enough to put the knife into his chest."

Jing Hua thoughtfully said: "So you asked us to practice to be familiar with the martial arts methods, just in case?"

Master Yun nodded: "It's not only familiar, but also the same methods you use in the future, but also as a reference."

Wang De was held up for a few words and felt very unhappy. He smiled on his face and said deliberately: "Master Yun, then I will pay more attention when traveling and stay away from those ordinary people. Wouldn't they have no choice?"

Yun Yong's contempt in his heart, on his face

But he remained silent. He took out a small bottle from his arms and held it in his hand and shook it gently.

"This medicine is called 'half-step pour', it is colorless and tasteless, and it melts when it enters the water. The spiritual monk takes a little bit and is immediately dizzy. In the future, you will travel abroad, traps of the mechanism, alcohol and medicine, and even handsome men and beautiful women, which are loopholes that are easy to neglect. Many talented young monks fight with their fellow practitioners without losing their disadvantages, but in the end they fall into the hands of ordinary people and die inexplicably."

Yun Yong paused, pulled out a wooden stick and stuffed it to Wang De.

"Wang Dacheng, Bao Hu and others went out many times when they were young. If you have the opportunity, you should ask the elders more questions. The rules, thresholds, and where to be warned will be of great use to you in the future. The skills of fighting seem to be a trivial path, but when you encounter a thief who is not open, the response will be a time to fight for your life. Wang De, you and Jing Hua will practice in the next game."

Wang De was overjoyed when he heard this. Since he was "defeated" to Jinghua three months ago, Yun Yong has refused to let him and his junior brother compete with him. He thought the master favored Jing and did not give him a chance to avenge him, and was very dissatisfied with Master Yun.

He was already tired of hearing this, and was holding back his boss's unhappiness. He heard that he was going to fight with Jing Hua, so Wang De immediately took the wooden stick and rushed towards the center of the field excitedly.

Wang De himself guessed that last time he was careless and underestimated the enemy, he gave Jing Hua a chance. If he did his best, the age difference between the two sides was obvious, and Jing's family would not be able to win.

In addition, he and Bi Siyu are much better than Jing Hua. As long as Master Yun does not interfere, it is natural to take revenge.

As the legitimate son of the Wang family and the only monk among the descendants of the family, Wang De has always regarded himself very well. Wang and Jing families are prominent families in the Xingshan City, and they compare with each other and have obvious confrontation.

Wang De was unwilling to admit that his qualifications were inferior to Jing Hua, but he understood the truth deep down. Therefore, he was very conflicted and became hostile to the other party.

Seeing Jing Hua get closer and closer, Wang De was secretly cruel in his heart.

After the last sneak attack, the little bastard seemed to have become a different person. He didn't hum or hold back. He tried to anger him several times but failed. Today, he took advantage of the competition and exchanged. He was just angry. If he got the opportunity, he might as well have another "accident"

Coincidentally, Jinghua was surprised when facing Wang De.

In the memory of "old times", although Bi Siyu turned to the Wang family, she still did not dare to neglect the Jing family. At least on the surface, Bi was still humble and polite to Jinghua, Yao Gu and others. A few months ago, Wang De had a dispute with "herself", and she had been persuading her, without fanning the flames.

The two entered the "spiritual civic" at the same time, and it was normal for each other to practice and practice and exchange each other. Jing Hua was hit by the other party many times, but he knew that Bi Siyu did not do her best. When the wooden stick greeted her, her strength had been recovered a lot. Although the pain in the hit was unstoppable, it was because they were too fast to fully control it.

Wang Deze is completely different. He is still in the "spiritual reincarnation" stage, and his cultivation is widening from himself. At this moment, he arranged for the two to "discuss" and what is Master Yun's intention?

"call"

Jing Hua quickly put down his worries and adjusted his breathing and returned to calm.

It is clearly stated in the classics that "spiritual moist", "spiritual purity" and "perfection" are the three major mark stages of the Spirit Gathering Period. Every step of improvement can bring a qualitative leap.

At this moment, facing Wang De, the young man was not afraid. Seeing the other person standing straight and eager to try, Jing Hua secretly felt funny.

Well, just use this playboy to practice your skills.
Chapter completed!