Late at night, there was silence in the valley.
The Zhou family did not dare to disobey the current Fang Yuan at all. Even Fang Yuan's move to drive them out of the valley was regarded as some kind of eccentricity of the famous doctor. They were so happy with it that they actually built several temporary huts outside the valley. , living in a cottage.
Little did they know that Fang Yuan did this simply to avoid trouble.
Otherwise, if they knew that everything they ate was red jade spiritual rice and drank spiritual tea, wouldn’t they be annoyed to death in the future
After eating and drinking, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch and looked at the wounds on his chest.
"Good guy... has begun to heal... "
His physical fitness was extremely incredible. After having a feast of red jade rice in the evening, he even found that the sword energy wounds on his chest were slowly healing.
At the same time, more and more heat flow gathered in the chest, making the affected area less painful.
"It's best if you can recover quickly, otherwise there will be something wrong with you!"
This minor injury could be healed quickly with his medical skills and herbal medicine. Now that he has discovered another effect of red jade rice, he is even more happy.
When Fang Yuan recalled this harvest, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Even though he didn't have time to raid the mansion this time, Song Yujie and Song Zhigao still brought him a lot of good things.
Not to mention some gold, silver, jades and silver notes, Song Yujie also had a martial arts secret book on the Soul Returning Art!
Obviously, this was the profound inner skill of the Gui Ling Sect. Fang Yuan immediately took it as his own without any courtesy, and after he had memorized it, he destroyed the original copy.
"This Gui Ling Sect is not doing things right!"
At this moment, Fang Yuan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot while he was silently reciting this internal skill.
Because there are obvious flaws in several key positions of this secret book. It is obvious that there are several passes, and it must be passed down by word of mouth from a character like the master in order to pass the pass. This is also a kind of insurance for advanced internal skills.
In the past, Song Yujie could ask Song Zhong if he had any questions.
But what about yourself? Even if Mr. Zhou is rescued, what if he is determined to betray the Gui Ling Sect’s biggest secret
"Huh... It seems that if you don't join those sects, or even make great contributions, you will get the true inheritance. It's really like talking in a dream..."
Fang Yuan shook his head and glanced at his attributes:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Fine: 1.8
Qi: 1.6
God: 1.5
Age: 18
Cultivation: The third level of martial arts
Skill: Black Sand Palm [Level 3]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 1], Implantation Skills [Level 3]"
At this time, behind the medical skills, the first-level symbol jumped and suddenly became second-level, and the content also changed accordingly:
"Medical Skills [Level 2] - You are already a good doctor in the world. You can treat most diseases. By using ordinary herbs, you can obtain the maximum effect."
"Ordinary herbs, that is to say elixirs and the like, are ineffective..."
Fang Yuan shook his head, and immediately felt that he was a little greedy.
Of course, the improvement of medical skills is just an incidental surprise.
What really made him happy was that after today's bloody battle, especially after killing Song Yujie, his proficiency in the third level of Black Sand Palm suddenly increased, giving him the feeling that he could break through at any time.
"The Golden Lock Chonglou has twelve passes. The first eight passes are Kai, Xiu, Sheng, Du, Jing, Shang, Jing, and Death... From the beginning of Sanji Pass to Zhongping Pass, it was originally a leap, and it is also a leap in the world. From the humble martial arts to the threshold of the first glimpse of the door... "
Fang Yuan looked at his hands with a clear understanding.
Masters of the first three levels can be found everywhere in the world, like crucian carps crossing the river, but masters of the fourth and fifth levels are enough to be called elites, especially for young warriors.
Even though Song Yujie is known as the elder of Song Dynasty, he has the style of a young man, and he is more capable than his predecessor. It can be seen from this that he is no more than a martial artist in the fourth level at this time.
"Starting from the fourth level, even if the proficiency level is full, it seems that you have to take the initiative to improve?"
Fang Yuan looked at the full progress bar and said without any hesitation: "Promote Black Sand Palm!"
Ding!
With a crisp sound, he suddenly saw the words three layers behind the black sand palm jump, and suddenly turned into four layers!
Four layers of black sand palm!
"Well!"
Fang Yuan gritted his teeth and found that the palms of his hands suddenly became as black as ink, and the veins were as high as earthworms, even spreading upwards.
Two thick lines of hot air were generated from his palms, and went straight up his arms, breaking through many dangers, reaching his chest, and then settling downwards.
This feeling of heat was different from before. Not only did it not dissipate after it settled in his lower abdomen, but it became more solid as time went by.
"This is...inner breath!?"
Fang Yuan was happy.
"The fourth layer of the black sand palm has transformed from the outside into the inside, creating inner breath?!"
This inner breath is the essence of a warrior's Qi and blood, and is the basis of all profound martial arts. The sword energy Song Yujie used before was actually an application of inner breath.
Fang Yuan's sword energy almost collapsed at the first touch. If it weren't for the unexpected poisonous effect of the black sand palm, he might have died without a burial place this time.
"It's just that the internal strength of the Black Sand Palm is extremely superficial and cannot compare to the internal strength and mental skills of a real big sect... The fifth level is the limit..."
Fang Yuan can be sure that his current attainments in Black Sand Palm are only one step away from the founder Kou Feng.
He looked at the explanation:
"Black Sand Palm [Fourth Level] - Outer Sect Skills, practiced to perfection, the flesh palm is stronger than steel, and powerful enough to break gold and jade. There are five levels in total. It is currently the fourth level. It comes with toxin enhancement and internal breath enhancement. !”
"With inner breath, you can break through the levels again!"
Fang Yuan took a deep breath, mobilized the strength in his lower abdomen, and began to attack the fourth level of Dumen.
Click!
With a soft sound, everything fell into place, and the heat in his lower abdomen suddenly grew stronger, and the movement in his body seemed to be more flexible.
"The level of martial arts is a level, and the realm of martial arts is a realm!"
Fang Yuan thought quietly.
He is now an out-and-out master of the four levels of martial arts. If he practices hard qigong again, he can quickly advance to the fourth level, but it is impossible to break through another martial arts level and gain an increase.
Moreover, to break through the fifth level, it also depends on which martial arts ability can break through the fifth level first. It has nothing to do with the amount of martial arts you know. Therefore, people in the martial arts world are most taboo about being mixed and lacking in proficiency.
"The fourth level of martial arts requires inner breath. Therefore, the Eagle Claw Kung Fu does not have a corresponding mental method. If it is exhausted, it will only reach the realm of the first three levels... But once it is matched with the mental method, it will suddenly advance by leaps and bounds, and has the potential to hit the three dangerous levels!"
Fang Yuan's expression was a little solemn.
The potential of Black Sand Palm is the same as Hard Qigong, which is the fifth level.
If he wants to break through the injury door, he still has to find a more advanced martial arts to practice.
"However, I don't even dare to use this incomplete version of the Heart Returning Art, even if I have eight guts. I don't know if the attribute column can be completed at the end, or if I can directly deduce the Black Sand Palm..."
Fang Yuan touched his chin and immediately laughed dumbly again, knowing that he was not greedy enough.
At this time, he withdrew his inner breath, and his hands suddenly returned to normal. His whole body was like a weak-headed young man, which was absolutely impossible to associate with the savage beast-like murderer before.
"Has the increase been completed?"
After a while, the heat from breaking the level subsided. Fang Yuan looked at his attribute bar and saw that huge changes had taken place there:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Fine: 2.2
Chi: 2.0
God: 1.5
Age: 18
Cultivation: The fourth level of martial arts
Skill: Black Sand Palm [Fourth Level]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 2], Implantation Skills [Level 3]"
"The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity. The higher the martial arts, the more difficult it is to break through, especially the three dangerous levels. Failure to break through, going crazy, and death are possible, but the rewards will definitely be the most generous!"
Seeing Fang Yuan, whose Jingyuan and Qiyuan both increased significantly, the smile on his lips widened.
At this time, the sky in the east was white, and the morning light filtered through the windows and fell to the ground.
"It turns out that before I knew it, half of the night had already passed!"
Fang Yuan sighed and stood up, moved his legs and feet, but found that there was no smell of blood congestion at all. Instead, he was extremely energetic, especially the wound on his chest, which had begun to scab.
Judging from this speed, recovery is only a short time, and even scars may not be left.
"Sure enough, people are in high spirits during happy events!"
He chuckled lightly and walked out of the door, preparing to get some spring water to make tea.
At this time, he frowned and saw Lin Benchu, brother and sister Zhou Wenwu, supporting someone at the mouth of the valley, waiting there.
"Old man Zhou Tong, thank you little layman for saving your life!"
Mr. Zhou didn't look very old, and he was in good spirits. After seeing Fang Yuan, he immediately threw away Zhou Wenxin's supporting hands next to him and started to salute tremblingly.
"Old man, you have just recovered from a serious illness, so you should get more rest!"
Fang Yuan dismissed it casually.
"Well, you go down first, I have something to say with the little layman!"
Zhou Tong turned around and faced Zhou Wenwu and his sister Zhou Wenwu with a stern voice. He also gave Lin a fist and said, "Brother Lin can help me this time. Thank you very much!"
"Haha, Brother Zhou is so polite, so polite!"
Lin Yuan, a well-rounded person, knew at a glance that Mr. Zhou had some private affairs and wanted to spy on Fang Yuan. He said, "I happen to have something else to do, so let's take the first step!"
He immediately took the Zhou brothers and sisters out of the valley entrance.
"Mr. Zhou, please tell me if you have anything to say!"
After a while, Fang Yuan brewed a pot of tea and asked quietly.
"This tea..."
Mr. Zhou picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and his expression suddenly changed: "It's really good!"
Since there are outsiders here, the tea on Fang Yuanshang is naturally not a spiritual tea, but this tea is also a high-quality tea cultivated by him personally, and has the bonus of tea ceremony skills, which immediately shocked Zhou Tong.
"The person who can make this tea must be an extraordinary person. I can say it bluntly..."
After a cup of tea, Mr. Zhou sighed quietly: "Alas! My family is so unfortunate, which makes the little layman laugh!"
It seemed that he was not completely ignorant of his situation.