Chapter 11 Secrets (Seeking Support)

Lin Yuanwai was a trustworthy person, and it didn't take long for someone to deliver a small package.

Maybe it was because he felt ashamed, or maybe these superficial entry-level martial arts were nothing to members of Lin, but Fang Yuan was a little surprised to be sent three copies at once.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, followed by Huahu Mink, and carefully opened the title page of a book of secrets.

"Black Sand Palm?"

Fang Yuan first looked at the secret book as a whole, and saw that the book was old, the fonts on it were strong and slightly blurred, and the corners were damaged. Obviously, it had been studied and studied by countless generations, and it contained ancient meanings. antique.

"You actually sent the original, it seems Lin Yuanwai didn't plan to cheat me..."

Seeing this, Fang Yuan secretly nodded inwardly.

This kind of martial arts secret book or something, even if there is a small mistake, the result may be very different. If you copy a new copy, where is the original version?

Just as he stroked the ancient book, he knew that the martial artist must have put a lot of effort into it.

"It's also...even the most superficial martial art, as long as it can be widely spread, it must have something unique!"

Looking at the other two books, they were also similar to this one, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his little thoughts.

He specifically asked for the most widely spread, naturally for the convenience of verification.

Anyway, he didn't plan to practice any of the secrets given by the other party at the beginning.

After all, martial arts are no better than others, and the knowledge in another world tells him that it is terrible to go crazy.

"Now it seems...it seems that there are some villains..."

Fang Yuan pondered for a while: "Besides, I still have medical skills. If I just study and don't practice, I should be able to see some problems. In comparison, external skills are better than internal skills, even if there are traps in them. , and it is not easy for a major incident..."

Although this is knowledge from another world, it does not prevent Fang Yuan from using it to speculate.

Thinking of this, he put down the secret book in his hand and flipped through the other two.

"Eagle Claw Kung Fu? It seems that the deacon of Gui Lingzong, the cold-faced Tie Ying, can also do this kind of kung fu, but the other party's 80% success is secret, much better than the ordinary version on the street..."

Among the three secret books, two are external skills, and the last one is an unknown skill. Dacheng, holding his breath in one breath, is enough to deal with ordinary blunt weapon blows.

Inside the package, there is also a small note, writing the origins of the three secret books.

"The Black Sand Palm was written by Kou Feng, a famous boxer in Qinghe County. It is the most widely circulated, and it is presented by disciples."

"Eagle Claw Kung Fu, presented by Zhuang Ke Meng Yuan, is the most common foundation. If you want to practice it to a high level, you need a specific inner skill mentality!"

"The last one is the most superficial qigong. No, it's just a summary of some breathing and beating skills. Even the author of the original book didn't name it, so it's called hard qigong..."

...

Fang Yuan confirmed at the end that these three martial arts books are indeed the worst of the street, and none of them are high-quality ones.

Of course, no matter how superficial martial arts are, they are still a set of traditions that have been honed and honed. Ordinary people who acquire one of them can barely settle down and pass it on to their families for a living. Therefore, it is quite cherished.

Exchanging a 60-year-old red ginseng for this can only be regarded as not a loss or a profit.

"And... there is no dirt, damage, or alteration... Mr. Lin still has sincerity."

Fang Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, and began to read the books carefully.

Unknowingly, half a day passed, the setting sun gradually sank, and the orange-red brilliance sprinkled the earth.

"Cluck!?"

"Chuck?"

The Huahu Diao next to him, seeing Fang Yuan staring at the secret book with full attention, moved his little head curiously, but the characters on it were like a heavenly book to him, so he was dizzy, finally gave up, and jumped into the secret book lightly. After entering the dense forest, it didn't take long before he dragged a fat hare and ran over, put it at Fang Yuan's feet, and stared at him eagerly, hooks seemed to emerge from the black pupils.

"Haha... just know how to eat!"

Fang Yuan closed the last secret book of hard qigong, and immediately saw this picture of the fox mink, and couldn't help laughing again.

The night was getting hazy.

Beside the fire, Fang Yuan peeled and washed the hare, coated it with sauce and roasted it, pulled off one of its front legs, and threw the rest to the impatient fox mink. to the content.

"The martial arts in this world seem to be much better than in the dream world... and they are systematic and standardized... For example, the black sand palm and eagle claw skills are purely external skills that use drugs to stimulate the body, while internal skills focus on breathing techniques With the Qi line, there are more advanced ones such as spiritual visualization... Regardless of any kung fu, there is a specific and consistent level division, that is, the twelve levels of the golden lock building! '

This term was repeatedly mentioned in the three secret books, Fang Yuan finally managed to understand its meaning after careful study.

"According to the concept of martial arts in this world, the human body is a great treasure with infinite potential, but there are many barriers that limit the display of power. The way of martial arts is to break through these barriers one after another from the beginning, and constantly tap your own potential! "

According to the secret book, there are twelve such checkpoints in the human body, which are collectively called the twelve checkpoints of the Golden Lock Building.

Every time a warrior breaks through a level, his strength will improve to varying degrees, and it will become more terrifying in the later stage.

And after breaking through twelve levels in a row, you will be in the realm of 'Wu Zong'!

Even if such a person belongs to the Lingzong, there is only one person.

"The twelve checkpoints inside the body... sounds similar to the descriptions of the twelve orthodox meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, etc. in medical skills. The initial martial arts practice is actually a process of charging the meridians?"

"Twelve checkpoints are the twelve realms. Only after breaking through one of them can you achieve the realm of Martial Ancestor! Is that girl Leiyue so talented?"

After a little understanding of the difficulty, Fang Yuan was a little confused.

In his impression, that girl's martial arts talent is so terrifying?

"But I couldn't see it at the time. Master should have noticed something. This marriage is a bit strange..."

Fang Yuan couldn't help but let out a faint sigh when he thought of Asking the Heart Layman.

The old guy was really nice to him, everything was considered for him, but he passed away a little too early.

If he lived to this day and saw Lin Yuanwai's face, what kind of expression should he have?

As soon as I thought of this, the rich roasted rabbit meat in my mouth suddenly lost its fragrance.

Fang Yuan got up in a dispirited manner, tidied up again, and began to make tea under the moonlight.

In this sitting and forgetting tea ceremony, remembering the layman Wenxin is his unique way of commemorating.

"Hiss!?"

The Huahu Mink next to him seemed to understand, but he seemed to feel the sadness in Fang Yuan's heart, and he didn't play around as usual.

...

The valley is deep, and there is no sun and moon in the mountains. In a blink of an eye, I don't know how much time has passed, and it is morning.

Fang Yuan got up early as usual, and after drinking morning tea, he started to work in the fields.

In the red jade paddy fields, the rice seedlings grow waist-high, and even the tops bear heavy ears of rice, making the rice seedlings bend down.

Fang Yuan melted the spiritual manure, melted it into the mountain spring water, and poured it into the rice field, immediately shimmering with a fragrance.

"Clack!"

"Clack!"

Next to it, Huahu Mink jumped up and down, looking very excited.

Although it doesn't like the newly grown rice seedlings, the red corn rice that is almost mature now makes it very excited.

"Remember, no stealing!"

For this reason, Fang Yuan had no choice but to warn it solemnly, and repeatedly promised to increase the amount of tea per day, and finally managed to appease it.

"There weren't many rice seeds before, so it's pretty good to be able to harvest dozens of catties this time, but after this time, the rice seeds can continue to be planted, and the planting scale can be expanded next time..."

Fang Yuan was very happy.

In fact, the growth of this batch of red jade rice simply exceeded his expectations, and the growth cycle was astonishingly short.

The first must be the merit of the spiritual fertilizer brought by the flower fox ferret, and the second is also due to his own planting bonus, which has created such an incredible miracle.

"Huahu Mink, don't worry, after the harvest, I will definitely give you a full meal! After all, you also have a part of the credit!"

Fang Yuan stroked the fluffy head of Huahu mink, and comforted him: "There is still spiritual tea, and it is almost the second time to grow tea leaves..."

He had a smile on his face, and his heart was filled with the joy of a good harvest.

After the daily inspections, Fang Yuan came to the Abode again, looking at the secret books placed side by side on the table.

"I've memorized all three of these exercises backwards, and I've verified them with my own medicine and the memories in my dreams. There seems to be nothing wrong with them... Then practice?"

A flash of eagerness flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes, but he shook his head immediately: "No way! It's not very safe! It seems that I'm really afraid of death. For the present plan, I have to go to the county again, pay a price, and buy a book. Take a look, or pass it on to someone to practice..."

Martial arts secret books are not ordinary things, and Fang Yuan is not very sure about how to use them in practice.

"The little thief is inside!"

"Surrounded, don't let him escape!"

"Quick, get on!"

...

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the valley, making Fang Yuan frown.

"What's up?"

He opened the courtyard door, and immediately saw a group of people coming in from the entrance of the valley aggressively, the leader was Zhou Wenxin, the arrogant young lady.

"You little thief!"

Seeing Fang Yuan, Zhou Wenxin's old and new grudges immediately turned on her, and even her voice became sharper: "You insulted me first, and then used fake medicine to harm my father. I can't bypass you today, let me do it!"

With a wave of his hand, several powerful servants stepped forward aggressively and surrounded Fang Yuan.