MTL - Carefree Path of Dreams-Chapter 11 Tips (for support)

The forester was a believer, and it didn’t take long for people to send a small parcel.

Perhaps it is because there is something in the heart, or these shallow martial arts are really nothing outside the forester. I just sent three copies, but it made Fang Yuan have some small surprises.

At this point, he sat on the bluestone with his knees, followed by the flower fox, carefully opened a secret page.

"Black sand palm?"

Fang Yuanxian looked at the secrets as a whole, and saw that the book was old. The fonts above were powerful and slightly fuzzy, and the corners were damaged. Obviously, they did not know how many generations of study, which contained ancient meanings, was simply a piece. Antiques.

"The original was sent, it seems that the forester is not ready to hang me..."

Fang Yuan met, and his heart nodded secretly.

This kind of martial arts secrets, even if a small mistake, the result may be different, a new copy, where the original version is good.

He just touched this ancient book, and he knew that the warrior of that year must have poured a lot of effort into it.

"It is also... even the most rudimentary martial arts, as long as it can be widely circulated, it must have its own uniqueness!"

Look at the other two books, and similar to this, Fang Yuan could not help but be ashamed of his own thoughts.

He deliberately asked for the widest circulation, naturally for the convenience of verification.

Anyway, at the beginning of the secret given by the other party, he is not ready to practice.

After all, martial arts is no better than others, and the knowledge of another world is even more telling him the horror of being enchanted.

"It seems... it seems to be a little villain..."

Fang Yuan sighed a little: "Moreover, I still have medical skills. If you don't study it, you should be able to see a little problem. In comparison, external power and the like are better than internal strength, even though there are traps inside. It’s not easy to make a big deal..."

Although this is another knowledge in the world, it does not prevent Fang Yuan from speculating.

Thinking of this, he put down the secret book in his hand and turned over the other two books.

"Eagle Claw? It seems that the Deacon of the Lingzong, the cold-faced Iron Eagle will do the same, but the other party's eight achievements are secrets, much better than the ordinary version of the street."

Among the three secrets, two are foreign works. The last one is the nameless practice. It is also how to temper itself and increase the resistance to attack. It seems that there are still some breathing skills. According to the author, practice Dacheng, suffocating in one breath, is enough to deal with the blow of ordinary blunts.

Inside the parcel, there is a small note that writes the origins of the three secrets.

"Black sand palm, written for the Qinghe County boxer, is the most widely spread, and the door is dedicated."

"Eagle Claw Gong, Zhuang Ke Meng Yuan's contribution, is the most common foundation. If you want to practice to a high level, you need a specific inner work method!"

"The last one is the most succinct qigong. No, it is just a summary of some breathing and beating skills. Even the original authors have no name, so they are called hard qigong..."

......

Fang Yuan saw that he finally confirmed that these three martial arts, it is really the worst of the streets, there is no one boutique.

Of course, even if the martial arts are superficial, it is also a set of inheritance. If you get one of them, you can barely settle down and pass the family, so it is still more cherished.

Using a 60-year-old red ginseng to exchange this, can only be considered no loss.

"And... no filth, damage, alteration... the sincerity of the foresters is still there."

Fang Yuanchang’s export gas began to look carefully at a book.

Unconsciously, the small half-day time passed, the sunset gradually sank, and the orange-red brilliance spread across the earth.

"Giggle!?"

"Giggle?"

Next to the flower fox, seeing Fang Yuan staring at the secret, all curiously scraped through the small head, but the character above it is like a book, it looks dizzy, finally gives up, jumps lightly In the jungle, not long after, I dragged a fat hare and ran over it, placed it at Fang Yuan’s feet, staring at him with a squinting look, and the black pupil seemed to have a hook.

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

Fang Yuan put together the secret of the last hard qigong, and immediately saw this appearance of the flower fox, and could not help but laughed.

The night is getting worse.

Next to the fire, Fang Yuan peeled off the hare, washed it with sauce, and pulled a front leg. He threw the rest to the flower fox that couldn’t wait, and he silently thought about it today. To the content.

'The martial arts of this world seems to be much better than the world of dreams... and systematic, standardized... such as black sand palm and eagle claws, it is pure external power, using drugs to stimulate the body, internal power is paying attention to breathing And the line of qi, the more advanced is the view of the gods and the like ... and regardless of any effort, there is a specific and consistent classification, that is, the Golden Lock and the 12th level! ’

This noun has been repeatedly mentioned in the three secret books. Under the detailed study of Fang Yuan, he finally managed to understand the meaning.

"According to this philosophy of martial arts, the human body is a huge treasure with great potential. There are only a number of levels that limit the exertion of power. The martial arts way is to break through this level and tap its potential! ”

As stated in the secret, such a level has a total of twelve in the person's body, collectively known as the Golden Lock and the 12th Gate.

Every time a warrior breaks, the strength will have different degrees of improvement, and the more horrible it will be.

After breaking the 12th level, it is the martial arts scene!

These characters, even within the spirit of the sect, are only one person.

"Twelve levels in the body... It sounds similar to the description of the twelve classics in medicine, the eight classics, etc. The beginning of the martial arts practice is actually the process of the pulse?"

"The 12-level checkpoint is the 12th realm. Only after one breakthrough can the Wu Zong's realm be achieved! Is it so talented?"

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

In his impression, the martial arts talent of Shantou is so horrible?

"But I couldn't see it at the time, but what Master should have noticed, this marriage is a bit embarrassing..."

When he thought of asking for a layman, Fang Yuan couldn’t help but sigh.

The old guy is really good for him. Everything is considered for him. It’s too early to die.

If I live to the present, I will see the face outside the forester, but I don’t know what kind of expression it is.

At this point, the roast rabbit meat in the mouth suddenly disappeared.

Fang Yuanyi was stunned and got up again. He sorted it out and started to make lunar tea.

In this memorable tea ceremony, it is his unique way of commemorating the memory of the layman.

"Hey!?"

The flower foxes next to it seem to understand and understand, but they seem to feel the sorrowful emotions in Fang Yuan’s heart, and they are not as playful as usual.

......

The valley is deep, there is no sun and moon in the mountains, and you don’t know how many times have passed in the blink of an eye.

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

Among the red jade rice fields, one rice planter grows waist-high, and even the top of the rice ear produces a heavy rice ear, which makes the rice seedlings bend down.

Fang Yuan opened the spirits, blended into the spring water, poured into the rice fields, suddenly sparkling, with a fragrant smell.

"Giggle!"

"Giggle!"

Next to it, the flower fox squats and jumps up and looks very excited.

Although it does not look like the newly grown rice seedlings, the ripe red jade rice is so exciting.

"Remember, don't steal!"

To this end, Fang Yuan had to solemnly warn it, and repeatedly promised to increase the amount of tea per day, and finally managed to calm down.

"There are not many rice seeds before. It is quite good to harvest a few pounds this time. But after this time, rice seeds can continue to be planted, and the scale of planting can be expanded next time..."

Fang Yuan is very happy.

In fact, the growth of this batch of red jade rice is beyond his expectations, and the growth cycle is even shorter.

This first is definitely the spiritual power of the flower fox, and the second, thanks to his own planting bonus, has created such an incredible miracle.

"Flower fox, you can rest assured, wait until after the harvest, you must give you a full meal! After all, there is also a credit for you!"

Fang Yuan stroked the head of the flower fox's fluffy velvet and comforted: "There is also Lingcha, and it is the second time that the tea is growing..."

With a smile on his face, his heart is filled with joy of harvest.

After the daily routine tour, Fang Yuan came to Jingshe again and watched the secrets placed side by side on the table.

"These three exercises, I have been backing down, and mutual arguments with my own medical and dream memories, there seems to be nothing wrong with it... then practice?"

Fang Yuan’s nephew flashed a glimmer of hope, but he immediately shook his head: “No! Not very safe! It seems that I am really afraid of the devil. For the sake of the present, I only have to go to the county, spend the price, buy a copy. Look, or pass on personal training..."

The secret of martial arts is not an ordinary thing. Actual operation, Fang Yuan is not much sure.

"The little thief is inside!"

"Encircled, don't let him run!"

"Fast, on!"

......

Suddenly, a strange noise came from outside the valley, and Fang Yuan could not help but frown.

"what's up?"

He opened the courtyard door and suddenly saw a group of people coming in from the mouth of the valley. The first one was Zhou Wenxin, the handsome lady.

"You are a thief!"

When I saw Fang Yuan, Zhou Wenxin’s new hatred was always on the head, and even the voice became sharp. “You bully me first, use fake medicine to harm my father, and today I can’t get around you, give it to me!”

With a wave of handing, several servants suddenly stepped forward and surrounded Fang Fang.