The Path Toward Heaven

Previously, Liu Shisui returned to the small courtyard to read the introductory recipe. He read it very seriously and concentrated, and soon he memorized all the contents above.

At that time, the sun hadn't gone, he began to practice the body according to the requirements of the book.

Initially, there are various postures, followed by arrow steps and inverted bridges, and finally a set of boxing techniques.

The boxing method is not difficult, but it requires continuous effort. For a little longer duration, his breathing will become extremely difficult and he cannot continue at all.

Just as he was about to give up, his chest and abdomen moved suddenly, breathing into a peculiar rhythm, which perfectly matched the force of the punch!

That kind of breathing rhythm is indeed peculiar. It stretches for a while, and there is no regularity. Liu Shisui is very familiar, otherwise he can't use it.

It was in a small village, Jing Jiu taught him how to breathe.

Even until now, he didn't know that this breathing method was called Yumen Breath, but he seemed clumsy and smart, and he knew exactly what it meant.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything and glanced at him.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant and quickly stood up.

At the beginning of the village, Jing Jiu glanced at him, and he knew that he was a natural Dao of nothing, otherwise he would not choose him.

In this year, Jing Jiu did not teach him more, but passed on the most basic Yumen breath.

Although the foundation is very important, Liu Shisui's Dao species are very well protected. The people of Qingshan Sect will not miss as long as they are not blind.

But it took Liu Shisui only half a day to discover the beauty. Somewhat unexpectedly, the child's perception was better than he had imagined.

"You don't have to thank me." Jing Jiu said: "You have taught me once, just exchange."

How could Liu Shisui think of cutting wood for cooking and cooking?

Jing Jiu again said: "Practice needs to be attentive and quiet. The house chores have their own deacons to deal with, so you don't have to think about coming all the time."

Liu Shisui said anxiously, "Don't you want me, son?"

Jing Jiu didn't like to be noisy. He raised his hand to signal him not to say anything. He looked at the courtyard outside the window and found that the area was not small.

"Then you."

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The green leaves fall with the wind and go downstream with the stream.

Time is like water, and soon more than ten days have passed.

The disciples of Nansong Pavilion, who worked hard day and night, were very diligent and no one dared to relax.

Above the Yaping, young disciples can be seen exercising, or squatting, or leaning, and more often fighting.

From early morning to evening, the sound of punches kept on, and the sound of screaming continued. In the early summer, the leaves also rustled, and the birds in the forest were not peaceful.

The most prosperous boxing styles are vaguely able to see the white smoke transpiring.

Looking at these pictures, Master Lu was quite satisfied, thinking that by the end of March, more than half of the disciples would have successfully entered the initial stage.

At this time Liu Shisui came out of the sword hall.

Master Lu looked at him with more satisfaction and smiled, thinking that he was a natural kind of Dao, and he really lived up to expectations.

According to his judgment, Liu Shisui will be able to enter the realm of embracing the gods in a few days at most. At this rate, it is estimated that the child will be able to reach the realm of embracing the gods in another year.

If the Nansong Pavilion could have a genius disciple who would enter the inner door within a year ...

Thinking of the brother Meng who is now on Shangdefeng, his desire in his heart became stronger and stronger.

If it wasn't luck to meet Zhao Layue, how could Brother Meng have such a fortune.

Master Lu's eyes moved with Liu Shisui, and he watched him walk into the small courtyard with a sharp smile and frowned.

The small courtyard is Jing Jiu's.

Neither he nor those outside disciples knew what Jing Jiu had done in these ten days.

After noon, you will see Jing Jiu lying on a bamboo lounger and basking in the sun. I don't know where the bamboo lounger came from.

Master Lu more and more felt that he was looking away.

But what really displeased him was not Jing Jiu's incompetence, but to this day, Liu Shisui still regarded himself as Jing Jiu's book boy or servant.

The importance of sect and fairy master, the respect of the same door, Liu Shisui was unaware, and still took care of Jing Jiu's daily life like in a small mountain village.

After working hard every day, he still has to do a lot of chores in the small courtyard.

Whenever I see this picture, neither Master Lu nor his disciples feel so ridiculous, and they naturally produce a lot of dissatisfaction with Jing Jiu.

According to the rules or habits of Qingshan Sect, there is generally little interference in the practice of outside disciples, but the idea in Master Lu's heart is getting stronger and stronger, and it is almost unstoppable.

He didn't want to let that young boy with beautiful face delay the most promising genius of Qingshan Sect.

He wanted to find a suitable opportunity to isolate the pair of masters and servants, even considering whether he should find a reason to drive Jing Jiu out of the mountain gate?

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Late at night, Liu Shisui returned to his yard, pushed the door in, and saw Master Lu standing in the courtroom.

He was a very clever child, and soon guessed the fairy master's intention, his face became pale.

Master Lu saw his expression change and said, "It seems that I don't need to say anything more."

Liu Shisui pursed her lips and said nothing.

Master Lu didn't expect him to be so stubborn. Shen Sheng said: "How can a monk ignore slaves and look down on the world, how can he be a slave?"

Liu Shisui lowered his head and said, "The son is kind to me, and I want to repay him."

Master Lu frowned and said, “I do n’t care what disputes you have with him in this world, and I came here, so I have to cut off all kinds of swords in the past. There is no power of determination? "

Liu Shisui still lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "If the fairy master wants to chase the young son away, then I won't practice."

Master Lu was so angry that he wanted to know how many mortal dreams were practiced in the world, but he had to give up for others.

But at the next moment, the anger in his heart changed into a light appreciation. Isn't Liu Shisui such a decisive choice, is it not in line with the sword of Qingshan Sect?

Master Lu looked at Liu Shisui ’s eyes and said, “I will respect your will and will not force him away, but you have to understand that you are a real monastic genius, far above your son. Can you adapt to this change, the change has already happened, after all, he will one day not keep up with you, separated from you in the clouds, will never meet again, I only hope that before this, you will not be Too much dragging. "

After saying this, he left the courtyard.

Liu Shisui raised his head, the expression on his face was a little dazed.

At the next moment, he looked at the courtyard shrouded in darkness beside him, a little hesitated.