I stared blankly at Master Yideng who closed his eyes and pondered, and my heart became more and more impatient. The old monk called me to the front early in the morning and took my pulse for me, and then he began to close his eyes and ponder. At the beginning, I looked at the old monk with some trepidation, but for a long time, I gradually stopped caring about it. After all, this internal force lingers in my Ren meridian is not a matter of one or two days.

I sat there and twisted around, feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles. If I faced my beloved, I would be willing to sit for a day. But when I looked at an old monk, I could not blame me for living like a year. I just wished I could find the fisherman and have a fight.

Just when I felt that my patience was almost at its limit, Master Yideng let out a sigh and slowly opened his eyes. I quickly sat upright, wanting to listen carefully to the old monk's diagnosis. Master Yideng sighed. He looked at me in a while without turning his eyes, his eyes were very soft and full of compassion. After a long time, he slowly said: "Mr. Yang, I am incompetent. After thinking about it, I can't find a perfect way to resolve the true energy in Mr. Yang's Ren meridian. I am ashamed, ashamed." As he said, Lian Xuan Buddha's name.

"Life and death have fate, how can we force it? Master doesn't have to be too attached." It was not that there was no way, but that the method was imperfect. I didn't believe in anything perfect, so I simply showed a bit of generosity. Master Yideng heard this, and was a little stunned, with a look of praise in his eyes. I remained silent and asked, "Master, this true energy in my lower body has existed in my body for many days. In addition to using internal force to suppress it every moment, I didn't feel any other discomfort. Why did the master so serious?" This question has been bothering me since I met Master Yideng. If it was just wasting 20% ​​of my internal force, then I would rather not solve this internal force.

Master Yideng pondered slightly and said to me: "Mr. Yang is young and has already been obsessed with his destiny. I will tell you straightforwardly." I am famous for being afraid of death. What is obsessed with him? I heard Master Yideng say it heavyly, and my heart that had just been relieved was raised again. Although his face was still colored, his hands were already covered in cold sweat and his palms were cold.

Master Yideng continued: "All the people who practice martial arts have internal strength, the dantian Qihai, and the meridians are just running channels. But now you are entrenched in the Ren meridian by a true qi. Not only do you need to suppress your internal force at all times and consume your internal force, but it will also make your Ren meridian weaker and weaker, and finally overwhelmed, and finally you will be completely cut off. At that time, the martial arts will be completely destroyed, and at the worst, the qi will be completely destroyed immediately." As he said that, he showed a compassionate look on his face.

I was stunned when I heard it, opened my mouth wide and couldn't speak. I secretly scolded Huang Laoxie in my heart to harm others, but I vaguely felt that things seemed not as serious as Master Yideng said, but I just couldn't remember it wrong. Master Yideng saw me in surprise and comforted meridians and said, "Fortunately, Mr. Yang practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his meridians were extremely tough to exercise, and there would be no problem in a short period of time. But Mr. Yang suppressed this true qi every moment. Not only did his internal strength continue to grow, but the true qi that your Ren meridian will also increase. Sooner or later, it will..." Although Master Yideng stopped here and did not say it, I already knew what he meant.

I quickly calculated the solution to this situation in my mind. Now I understand that my situation is similar to that of Linghu Chong, a boy from the Huashan Sect in later generations. The only thing I am better than him is that I have a strange true energy on my body, which is suppressed by me in the Ren Mai. Now my mind is full of how to "borrow" the "Yi Jin Jing" from Shaolin Temple, but Master Yideng didn't listen to the words afterwards.

Master Yideng saw me dazed and thought I was shocked by my injuries. He stood up and gently tapped the Dazhui acupoint behind me. Although I didn't use any internal force, I still woke me up from the fantasy of Fire and Shaolin Temple. The bloody thing I was thinking about was suddenly interrupted, but I remembered that I was distracted. My face was a little embarrassed. He smiled at Master Yideng and said, "Master, I was distracted just now, but I didn't notice Da.

What the master said, it’s really rude." As he said that, he bowed to Master Yideng. I was calm on the surface, but I had already made up my mind. After going down the mountain, I gathered all the strength of the Beggars’ Sect and Quanzhen Sect. I took my father-in-law Huang Laoxie and directly killed Shaolin Temple and "borrowed" the "Yijin Jing". For now, I would first think about an excuse to besiege Shaolin Temple. After all, Shaolin Temple is a martial arts world, as the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, which is not a matter of one or two days.

Master Yideng smiled slightly, returned to the cushion and sat down, and smiled at me, "It is natural to hear a sudden change, and my mind is irritated. But Mr. Yang returned to normal so quickly, but I really admire him." After pondering slightly, he continued, "In fact, Mr. Yang has two methods to hurt Mr. Yang, but each method has major flaws, and I don't know whether to talk or not."

I had known for a long time that the old monk had a way to solve the problem. Even if his method had any flaws, it would be better than losing my life. Besides, I also had a back who attacked Shaolin Temple. Although it would cause bloody storms in the martial arts world, I didn’t care about so much for my own life. I immediately said to Master Yideng seriously: “Master, it’s okay. Although I am not talented, I can also study it with the master for a few minutes.”

"Neither of these two methods is perfect. Whether you use it or not depends on Mr. Yang's choice." Master Yideng turned around and lit a silk incense, looked at the ethereal light smoke, and whispered: "The first method is to practice innate skills with me, Mr. Yang. Use the invincible characteristics of innate skills to break through the true energy of your Ren meridian by yourself."

I quietly looked at Master Yideng, waiting for his following text. I have seen the formula of innate skills from Zhao Zhijing. The first thing I felt was that this technique was too harmful to the body and was not suitable for me to practice. For this reason, I ordered my two junior brothers to bring the formula of innate skills to the head teacher Ma Yu. Now Master Yideng mentioned this matter again. I want to hear what this predecessor who has practiced innate skills has to say about this.

Master Yideng looked at me again and sighed, "This innate skill is innate, but it should be against the will of heaven. If you do not have deep internal strength and a calm state of mind, it is harmful and useless to practice forcibly. With the skills of your ancestor Wang Chongyang, you have barely reached the fifth level. Even so, Brother Chongyang will still use this innate skill to overwhelm the heroes in Huashan and win the title of No. 1 in the world." Speaking of this, Master Yideng's face showed a look of commemorating his old friends.

The power of the innate qi is so great that I started to itch when I heard it, but immediately thought of Zhao Zhijing's blood-red eyes, and I couldn't help but feel cold in my heart, and I immediately gave up the idea of ​​giving it a try. However, when Master Yideng took action to treat Xiaolongnu's injuries, I couldn't help asking: "Master, which level have you practiced in this innate qi?"

"I reached the fourth level ten years ago, but I have never reached the fifth level in the past ten years." Master Yideng looked a little sad, shook his head and sighed: "You can only barely reach the fifth level with Brother Chongyang's qualifications. It seems that I can't reach the fifth level in this life." As he said, looking at Qingyan who was slowly rising for a long time, he said slowly: "I have been in seclusion for this, and finally I feel that there is only one reason for this, maybe because Brother Chongyang practiced as a boy and broke through this fourth level."

I was really a little stupid. It seemed that the old naughty boy said that some kung fu needed to be a boy, but I always felt that this was difficult to explain. Master Yideng turned to me and said, "Mr. Yang, you are a young man, and you must be a must-have for your beautiful wife and concubines. Even if I am by your side to protect you, you may not be able to pass the first level." As he said that, he sighed softly.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but curl my lips. What is this? I obviously look down on people. Even if I am lustful, I will not even be able to pass the first level of innate skills. I am not practicing "Sunflower Book". Thinking of this, I casually said: "According to the master's words, if you want to practice this innate skills, it's better to be able to use swords to castrate yourself first..." Before I finished speaking, I saw Master Yideng opening his mouth wide and staring at me in a daze, scaring me so much that I swallowed all the witty words below back into my stomach.

Master Yideng was expressionless, muttering to himself, constantly muttering "self-castration, self-castration", which scared me so much that I was sweating all over. This old monk must not be unwilling to think about it. I really castrate myself to practice innate skills. I cannot accompany me like this kind of lack of mind. There are four women waiting for me at home. Thinking of this, I quickly patted Master Yideng's hand and asked Master Yideng, who was absent-minded, "Master, since I can't practice innate skills, what else is there?"

Master Yideng shook his head vigorously, and after a long time of determination, he spoke, "The other way is to practice the Beiming Divine Arts passed down by me..."

"Bei Ming Divine Art, Master, are you talking about Bei Ming Divine Art?" I jumped up like a cat with my tail stepped on, and pulled Master Yideng's hand very excited. It felt like I was searching for it without any effort. The magical skill I had been thinking about day and night actually made me meet here, which made me admire the magic of fortune.

Master Yideng looked at me in confusion and excitedly wandering around in the quiet room, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Yang, have you heard of this Beiming Divine Art?"

"This..." As soon as Master Yideng asked this sentence, I was immediately speechless, my mind was chaotic, and a reason blurted out: "The master didn't know that since he was young, he had accidentally seen some notes from the Western Xia royal family, which recorded the deeds of a mysterious sect back then. This sect is known as the Xiaoyao Sect, and the most famous mental method in its sect is the Beiming Divine Art. It is said that this sect can resolve any internal force. So when I heard the four words Beiming Divine Art, I couldn't help but feel ecstatic, which made the master laugh." As he said that, he sat opposite Master Yideng again.

Master Yideng nodded and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Yang would have a wide range of experiences. I thought that no one knew that there was a Xiaoyao faction except me, Duan of Dali." As he said that, he looked at me with an excited face and shook his head and said, "Mr. Yang, don't be happy too early. The mental method left by my ancestors is incomplete. Practicing it is undoubtedly a drinking poison to quench thirst. Back then, my ancestors had only earth-shaking skills, but they died young because of this mental method. It's really a pity..." A passage knocked me directly from heaven to hell, and my face froze instantly.
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