Chapter 7 Aoki

The sunset sect takes the Xuri Pavilion as the center, and six tall buildings are evenly distributed around it, forming a circular architectural community. Near the sea is the Tibetan Sutra Building, the guard court and disciple's house on the left, and on the right is the elder Xingyuan and the martial arts room for practicing martial arts.

In the court, in a small yard on the left, there are weeds and the house is a little dilapidated.

In the bedroom, a ray of skylight slanted from the leaking tiles on the roof, shining on the face of a man with a gray face.

The man was half lying on **, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands on the quilt were like chicken feet. There was no trace of blood. He felt bony, and there was only a layer of skin wrapped in bones.

"Master, this is today's medicinal soup. Please drink it."

Wang Heng half knelt in front of the bed and held a blue and white porcelain bowl with his hands. The bowl was thick black soup, emitting a pungent smell of medicine.

The man lying in ** twisted his head, and a strange look appeared on his rare withered face. He said in a hoarse voice, "Wang Heng, can you not drink this medicine today? It's really too bitter. After drinking it for three years as a teacher, I really can't stand it."

Wang Heng replied firmly, "No, Master Aoki, the medicine must be drunk. It's rare for you to wake up every day. Come and drink the medicine."

Aoki couldn't stand the eager eyes of his disciples, so he could only lean over and drink all the medicine in pain.

The juice slipped down the corners of his mouth, bitter and messed up.

"Wine, where is the wine?" After drinking the medicinal soup, Aoki began to shout loudly.

"The wine is in the kitchen. I'll get it for you later." Wang Heng diligently picked up the medicine jar, and his hands and feet were very sharp.

Aoki turned his head and found that there were a lot of bruises on his apprentice's face.

"What? Have you been fighting with someone again recently? Aoki frowned, but it was a pity that most of the facial muscles were stiff, and there was almost no difference between wrinkle and not wrinkle.

Wang Heng smiled and turned around without answering. He just strode out of the door and said, "Master, I'll bring you wine."

Aoki frowned and watched Wang Heng's back disappear outside the door. Then he sighed, and a black potion suddenly spewed out of his mouth. With a wave of his long arm, he put the black soup on the palm of his hand. A strong green qi and blood power emerged from his palm, like a real green flame, and suddenly steamed the soup. It turned into nothingness.

At this time, Aoki was still lying on a dull look. A pair of thin long-eyed swords were as sharp, and a faint green light flashed.

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After serving the master, Wang Heng went to look for Wu Pengwei and talked with him excitedly, but his mouth was tight. He just kept saying how beautiful the scenery in the valley was, and it was a pity that Wu Pengwei didn't go in and have a look.

Before he came, he asked Wu Pengwei again, where he had gone, and why there was no shadow at the critical moment.

Wu Pengwei had already figured out the wording. He just said that he was thirsty and wanted to find water to drink, but in the end, he lost his way.

Wang Heng, who was immersed in being able to get the guidance of the "green shirt freak", obviously didn't think too much. He just flashed mysteriously and didn't say what he saw in the valley for a long time.

Wu Pengwei secretly felt funny, but on the surface, he was calm as usual and did not ask curiously.

The afternoon passed in a hurry. After cleaning the Tibetan Sutra Building, Wu Pengwei had dinner and returned to the house alone.

The residence of the handyman is close to that of the disciple's house. The sunset sings late, and the room is bustling, but this does not affect Wu Pengwei at all.

Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged ** and thought carefully about why he could have a little more wooden qi and blood power yesterday.

He looked inside and found that one-third of the wooden meridians in his body actually penetrated, reaching the second level of the middle-level warrior, which made him strange and inexplicable. He had never practiced the magic formula of the wooden system. Why would there be the power of wood qi and blood?

Wu Pengwei is very wise. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that he had no clue.

In desperation, he tried to run it with Tian Canjue. The power of wood qi and blood in his body was rolling like a tide, which was extremely smooth.

"How can you practice wood skills on this day?"

This discovery immediately surprised Wu Pengwei. There was no so-called attribute in the secret book of Tian Canjue that day. He tried to run the meridians of the water system attribute, but it was naturally connected, so he didn't think much about it. He just thought that Tian Canjue was the secret of water.

Who knows that today's running wooden meridians can also run through, which proves that Tiancanjue is also applicable to the wooden heart method.

What about the gold heart method?

Wu Pengwei tried to hit the meridians of the gold system according to the essentials of Tian Canjue, but it could still run unimpeded, which made Wu Pengwei feel extremely novel. He also tried to run the meridians and blood of the fire system and the earth system.

It's just that this time it's like mud into the sea, and there is no movement.

This made Wu Pengwei a little strange, but he scratched his head and couldn't think of a reason.

Time passed quickly, the night surged up the mountain, and soon the sect became quiet.

At this time, Wu Pengwei changed into the clothes of a green-shirted freak, put his beard on his face, and hurried to the secret valley.

The valley is as quiet as before, and the moonlight is as soft as water, sprinkled in the valley, and it is peaceful.

Wang Heng hasn't come yet. Wu Pengwei held the flute in his hand and gently played the song "Rating the Wind" by the lake. Unfortunately, the music score is too profound. His music is still shallow, and the fire has not yet arrived, and it is difficult to become a song intermittently.

After a while, Wang Heng finally pushed the stone.

"Senior." Wang Hengna wants to worship again.

Wu Pengwei waved his flute and signaled him not to do so.

"I don't like secular tricks. Don't do this etiquette when you see me in the future, or I won't see you again."

Wang Heng was suddenly shocked, "Excuse me, the younger generation will never be like this again."

Wu Pengwei brushed the three wisps of blue beard under his jaw and pretended to be calm and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'll give you a set of palms. Remember it carefully. This palms are the same as your 'moked palm'. You can see."

After saying that, Wu Pengwei showed his "moked palm" in the moonlight.

The dance he performed was full of wind, and each time it brought out a faint green light and shadow. The attack angle and posture were almost perfect. After a set of palms, Wang Heng was intoxicated.

"Sure enough, it's the senior of the green-shirted monster. He has great skills."

Wang Heng admired the five bodies in his heart. If he knew that the person in front of him was just his quiet handyman brother, he didn't know how he would feel?

Wu Pengwei put away his palm and asked Wang Heng to show it again.

Wang Heng's talent was good. When he saw Wu Pengwei playing once, he remembered four points in his heart, and then unfolded it, which looked good.

Wu Pengwei stood aside and kept pointing to correct his wrong posture and attack angle.

It's just that sometimes even if the action is right for Wang Heng, he still feels that the power of qi and blood is difficult to play smoothly. At this time, Wu Pengwei will figure out why this is so in his mind. At this moment, he has the power of qi and blood in the wood system, which is more concise to analyze.

Light silk condenses and forms in the mind, and finally turns into a gray light fog. The light fog is constantly entangled and turns into a transparent human light and shadow. In the light and shadow, the qi and blood meridians are clear, and the virtual airflows continue to apply the improved "chryonic palm" along the meridians of the wood system.

In reality, once Wang Heng encounters something wrong, Wu Pengwei's brain will quickly rotate and analyze, trying to find the most reasonable way. The gray light atomized humanoid light and shadow will constantly change the operation mode of qi and blood, and finally draw appropriate conclusions.

This kind of analysis method is extremely difficult to test Wu Pengwei's brainpower. Without a formula, he infers all of a mysterious skill out of thin air, which is almost a difficult task to complete.

During the analysis, disassembly and practice, Wu Pengwei's qi and blood power also increased rapidly with the calculation. Unconsciously, the strange mind method of Tian Canjue began to run autonomously, and the power of qi and blood surged smoothly, and soon reached the critical point of the fourth layer of the middle-level warrior.

Finally, when Wang Heng smoothly exerted a set of improved "carpony palms", Wu Pengwei's power of qi and blood also broke through the fourth level of the middle-level warrior and entered the realm of the fifth level.

"Senior, is this really caused by me?"

Wang Heng looked at the big stone smashed by his palm not far away, and sighed with emotion in his heart.

"Everything is possible."

Wu Pengwei pretended to be handsome and waved his hand, looking like a master.

Wang Heng was extremely excited and looked at Wu Pengwei's request of infinite admiration: "Senior, can I ask you if there is anything you don't understand in the future?"

"This...?" Wu Pengwei felt a headache. Every night, he had to use it to find the whole Yanluo Mountains. The mysterious "Water Mirror Sect" is his top priority at present. There is no kung fu and Wang Heng ink.

"There is a forest in everyone's heart, and those who meet will meet again."

In desperation, Wu Pengwei could only look at the moon with his hands behind his hand and make a bleak meaning of a master.

When Wang Heng saw that Wu Pengwei turned his back to him, he knew that the other party had the intention of eviating guests. He suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Senior, tomorrow is the intention of the three generations of disciples of our sunset sect to learn from each other. If the seniors do not give up, I hope to watch the boy's competition in the dark. The boy will definitely use your unique skills."

Wu Pengwei frowned and just waved his hand.

Wang Heng didn't expect the other party to agree. He just wanted to say what he thought. He kowtowed a few times and turned around and quickly left the valley.

When the other party completely came out of the valley, Wu Pengwei took a long breath, removed all the disguises, carefully recalled his modified "wooden palm", and quietly unfolded it.

The moon is as beautiful as water. He leaps like flying by the lake, and the roar of the lake even faintly stirs the lake, which is amazing.

In the end, Wu Pengwei put away his strength and stood quietly by the lakeside.

The reflection in the water, he looked at himself in the water and gave rise to a sense of loneliness for no reason.

"Water Mirror Sect" has disappeared so far, and his mother's life has become a mystery. He wants to tear open the mystery and find his biological mother, but at present, it seems to be out of reach. Life is like a huge cobweb, wrapped in it, and it is difficult to get out.

"Alas..."

Wu Pengwei sighed, as if to express the depression in his heart in this sigh. He groped for the piccolo in his hand and crossed to his lips.

A song "Raping the Wind" sounded intermittently.

In a trance, the night is dim.