As he thought about it, Link couldn't help but re-examine the sloppy drunkard in front of him.

He appeared mysteriously in the forest, behaving unruly and cynical, and knew the way of cultivation. Could this be the legendary hermit?

But then I thought about it, the most common thing in the sky was hail, not pie. Even if this old man knew how to practice, he might not be able to teach himself.

"Do you want to try him?" Link was a little confused.

"I should leave after drinking and having enough meat. I'm going to leave. Goodbye, young man!" The old man turned his head and spit out the bones in his mouth, picked up his wine bag and stood up, and smiled at Link.

"Senior, can you give me a way to practice? In order to survive, I must become stronger." Link hurriedly stood up and grabbed the old man.

In a magical world, there are naturally infinite possibilities. With the yearning for power and the desire for cultivation, Link decided to give it a try.

"Cultivate, just for survival?" The old man was a little confused.

"Yeah!" Link nodded firmly, "When survival and death are both problems, everything else is bullshit! These scars are the best proof." He pointed to his face.

"Okay, really." The old man laughed and patted Link on the shoulder, "It's more than those boys who are full of empty words and lies to me."

Looking closer and carefully, the old man was furious, "Seven vertical and five horizontal, swords reach the bones, how much revenge is it? Is it so cruel to start?"

"In a world where the strong prey on the weak, life is as lowly as plants and trees. I feel very lucky if they didn't take my life!" Link said lightly.

The old man looked at him deeply and said in surprise: "It's not simple. At a young age, I have such calmness and calmness. Maybe I should give you a chance."

"If seniors can teach me how to practice, I will remember my kindness for the rest of my life." Link's heart thumped.

"Look!" said the old man, gently lifting the toes on the ground, and a white stone fell into his palm. He pinched his fist and slowly let go of his fingers - a strand of white sand slid silently between his fingers.

"This is power! The head of the person who harms you shouldn't be harder than it." He looked at Link, his eyes full of smiles.

Link nodded. He finally believed that he had really met a master who had been born, a strong man hidden in the dust.

"Please give me some advice!" he said excitedly.

The old man leaned over and picked up the wine bag on the ground and pinned it to his waist, then took out a somewhat ragged book from his chest.

"This records a set of methods of practicing Dou Qi, and some of my experiences." He gently flipped through the book in his hand, "I must remind you that this set of practice is extremely difficult. It is not something that people with firm minds and outstanding perseverance will definitely not be able to practice! Moreover, once you give up, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Whether to learn it or not, you have to think clearly."

A giant pie suddenly fell from the sky, but it was still stuffed with abalone. Link suppressed his inner joy and nodded and replied: "There is nothing difficult in the world. I'm afraid that someone is interested, please rest assured."

"I know, you can rest assured about this." Link nodded.

"I want to remind you three more things. First, after memorizing the skills, burn the book. Second, when practicing Dou Qi, people cannot know it. Third, they cannot be spread out." The old man said solemnly.

Link said: "Make sure to do it."

"Look at it yourself. I pointed to the way, luck lies in yourself. If you practice according to the book, you will surely achieve something in the future! But remember, if you encounter the special profession of Demon Warrior, be careful." The old man handed the book to Link, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Link has written down! He will be rewarded for his kindness! How dare you ask the name of the great name?" Link took the book with respect and asked sincerely.

"Human favors only belong to people in the world, and it is useless for me to keep them." The old man smiled and said, "Meeting is just fate, and giving books is also fate. You just need to do one thing for me, and we will not owe each other."

Although he just flipped through the book, Link was almost certain that this was indeed a complete set of fighting spirit practice. It was not a good thing to owe favors to others. Since the old man spoke, he also made a decision in his heart: as long as he did not violate his principles of being a human being, he would agree.

"Senior, please speak." Link said.

The old man patted the wine bag on his waist: "It's empty, the old man needs a few dollars for wine!"

"That's it?" Link said in surprise.

"A few pages of broken paper, plus a few random writings I wrote casually, and we will clear the money for a few wines!" the old man smiled.

Link hurriedly searched his clothes pockets and held all seven gold coins and dozens of silver coins on his body to the old man. Several of the gold coins were forced to him by Melena.

"That's all, please don't laugh at me, senior."

The old man reached out to take the money, and the light of the gold coins made him smile: "Boy is so good, these are enough for me to eat and drink well for a month! Okay, let's go!"

With a little drunkenness and staggering steps, the old man's figure gradually faded away in the afternoon sun.

"This is the real strong man. When will I do it?" Link watched the old man and felt deeply moved.

The afternoon sun was bright and warm, just like Link's mood at this moment. He lay on the grass, gathered to look at the unexpected practice techniques.

At first, he seemed relaxed and happy, but as he looked, his expression became solemn, and in the end, he was sweating all over.

"Xie Te, it's true that Wang Po is selling melons, and she is so sarcastic. It's okay to brag, but your cultivation method is too damn tricking!" After reading it several times, Link closed the book, and a faint sense of loss surged into his heart, and he closed his eyes in entanglement.

According to the book, this set of techniques called the Fire Dragon Art is divided into seven stages: awakening, Qi training, Qi Concentration, Transformation, Transformation, and Returning to the Seventh Stages of Fighting Qi, Qi Training, Qi Concentration, Transformation, Transformation, and Returning to the Origin. After breaking through each realm, you will obtain powerful attack skills. When you reach the seventh level, if you obtain the legendary Fire Dragon Battle Armor in conjunction with it, you will have super power, and may even break through the extreme of martial arts and enter a brand new world.

The degree of his perverted cultivation is no less than the domineering name in every realm, and even more than the "Sunflower Book" in his previous life.

The first realm is the hidden dragon in the abyss. You must use powerful external forces to hit the whole body, fully stimulate the potential of the human body, increase the toughness of the bones and the ability to resist blows, accumulate the energy, and promote the awakening of the fighting spirit. After practicing, you will have a strong body protection energy. Simply put, you must be beaten constantly, practice after fighting, and then fight after practicing, and finally become a super anti-attack ninja turtle. Moreover, in this process, you must constantly replenish the energy and quickly repair damaged parts of the body.

In the second realm, the dragon goes out to sea. After completing the accumulation of the internal energy in the body through the first realm, it can clear the impurities in the body through the operation of the Dou Qi, and then transform into a whole body. During this process, the body will shed like a snake. After each shed, the practitioner will enter a state of extreme weakness and will be extremely sensitive to external stimulation. Then, the practitioner must repeat the cultivation of the first realm in this situation, accumulate the internal energy and repeatedly temper the physical fitness, and finally gain the ability to use the Dou Qi to fight.

The third realm - Link can no longer bear to think about it.

"I dare to bet, I will die in the second realm!"

"Sunflower Book" is enough, but this thing is deadly, he sighed in his heart.

——

As Peter and Robin walked into the yard, Melena was washing clothes by the well.

"Sister, is Brother Link here?" Peter asked.

"He's going to exercise." Melena wiped her hands and stood up, "Do you have something to do with him?"

"His injury is healed, so go and exercise?" Robin asked.

Melena nodded: "His body has recovered quite well, and it's no problem at all. Unfortunately, the scars on his face really don't seem to be fading."

Peter pursed his lips: "If you don't have those scars, you might be a handsome guy!" Then he grimaced at Melena: "Are you sorry, Sister Lena?"

A faint blush appeared on Melena's face.

At the age of seventeen, when the love is just beginning, the shy flowers cannot withstand teasing.

Although she didn't like Link, the boy who suddenly entered her peaceful life, an outsider with strangeness everywhere, had an inexplicable attraction to her. That's why she took the initiative to beg her father to keep him.

"Stop talking nonsense. What's wrong? I'll tell him when he comes back." Melena said angrily.

"Tomorrow someone will come to recruit trainee mercenaries in the town. We want to take him to see the fun." Peter said.

"Oh?" Melena seemed a little surprised. "If that's the case, let's go together tomorrow, and I want to go shopping."

"Then let's make up that." The second young master left happily.

"Sister, when you go out tomorrow, remember to let Brother Link wear a hat to cover his face." Peter reminded him before leaving.

"What method can be used to help him remove those scars?" Melena fell into deep thought.

{Piaotian Wenxue www.piaotian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation} As I thought about it, Link couldn't help but re-examine the sloppy drunkard in front of me.

He appeared mysteriously in the forest, behaving unruly and cynical, and knew the way of cultivation. Could this be the legendary hermit?

But then I thought about it, the most common thing in the sky was hail, not pie. Even if this old man knew how to practice, he might not be able to teach himself.

"Do you want to try him?" Link was a little confused.

"I should leave after drinking and having enough meat. I'm going to leave. Goodbye, young man!" The old man turned his head and spit out the bones in his mouth, picked up his wine bag and stood up, and smiled at Link.

"Senior, can you give me a way to practice? In order to survive, I must become stronger." Link hurriedly stood up and grabbed the old man.

In a magical world, there are naturally infinite possibilities. With the yearning for power and the desire for cultivation, Link decided to give it a try.

"Cultivate, just for survival?" The old man was a little confused.

"Yeah!" Link nodded firmly, "When survival and death are both problems, everything else is bullshit! These scars are the best proof." He pointed to his face.

"Okay, really." The old man laughed and patted Link on the shoulder, "It's more than those boys who are full of empty words and lies to me."

Looking closer and carefully, the old man was furious, "Seven vertical and five horizontal, swords reach the bones, how much revenge is it? Is it so cruel to start?"

"In a world where the strong prey on the weak, life is as lowly as plants and trees. I feel very lucky if they didn't take my life!" Link said lightly.

The old man looked at him deeply and said in surprise: "It's not simple. At a young age, I have such calmness and calmness. Maybe I should give you a chance."

"If seniors can teach me how to practice, I will remember my kindness for the rest of my life." Link's heart thumped.

"Look!" said the old man, gently lifting the toes on the ground, and a white stone fell into his palm. He pinched his fist and slowly let go of his fingers - a strand of white sand slid silently between his fingers.

"This is power! The head of the person who harms you shouldn't be harder than it." He looked at Link, his eyes full of smiles.

Link nodded. He finally believed that he had really met a master who had been born, a strong man hidden in the dust.

"Please give me some advice!" he said excitedly.

The old man leaned over and picked up the wine bag on the ground and pinned it to his waist, then took out a somewhat ragged book from his chest.

"This records a set of methods of practicing Dou Qi, and some of my experiences." He gently flipped through the book in his hand, "I must remind you that this set of practice is extremely difficult. It is not something that people with firm minds and outstanding perseverance will definitely not be able to practice! Moreover, once you give up, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Whether to learn it or not, you have to think clearly."

A giant pie suddenly fell from the sky, but it was still stuffed with abalone. Link suppressed his inner joy and nodded and replied: "There is nothing difficult in the world. I'm afraid that someone is interested, please rest assured."

"I know, you can rest assured about this." Link nodded.

"I want to remind you three more things. First, after memorizing the skills, burn the book. Second, when practicing Dou Qi, people cannot know it. Third, they cannot be spread out." The old man said solemnly.

Link said: "Make sure to do it."

"Look at it yourself. I pointed to the way, luck lies in yourself. If you practice according to the book, you will surely achieve something in the future! But remember, if you encounter the special profession of Demon Warrior, be careful." The old man handed the book to Link, his eyes full of encouragement.
To be continued...