Huh~
At the end of the day, Han Lang calmed down and let out a sigh of relief.
With a tiger in his chest, whenever Han Lang fights, he always becomes full of passion. He looks different in peacetime. Every move contains a powerful fighting will that can kill the world and kill gods and demons. .
The combat version of Han Lang disappeared, while the life version of Han Lang smiled at Zong Wudao and Ye Hei who were astonished, and said, "Teachers, is my set of Star-breaking Fist enough to make a living?"
not bad
Zong Wudao frowned slightly and said: "Well, it's not bad. You have added a lot of your own things on the basis of what I taught you, which is very good."
"Next, I will teach you the first half of the remaining six moves of Poxingquan, called the first three moves."
"The first three ways are the way of heaven, the way of earth, and the way of man. Which of these three ways do you think is the strongest? Which one is the weakest?"
Han Lang thought for a while and said, "The way of heaven should be the strongest, and the way of man should be the weakest."
"Why?"
"Because people have always been small, living between the sky and the earth."
Hahahaha~
Zong Wudao laughed out loud. Suddenly, his eyes became sharper, and he said in a deep voice: "Wrong, you are talking about routines. Of course, in the conventional world, the sky is the strongest, followed by the earth, and people are the weakest."
"However, you have to remember that the martial arts I pass on to you breaks the rules! All the rules and principles are trampled under your feet!"
"Even small human beings, as long as they have enough courage and firm will, they can open up the world! If the sky blocks you, break through the day! If the earth blocks you, crush the earth! Break through the shackles of all rules, otherwise Follow the Tao, this is the ultimate goal of this set of martial arts!"
Han Lang was taken aback. Unexpectedly, such a weak name of Poxingquan actually contains such a domineering meaning!
Break the rules! Break free! Do the opposite! It sounds enjoyable enough.
If Han Lang knew that what he was learning was actually a set of forbidden techniques, and Qi was the forbidden technique known as the strongest magic attack, then he wouldn't be so surprised. If the existence of forbidden techniques was not used to break the rules, it would be the same as ordinary forbidden techniques. What is the difference between martial arts
Zong Wudao waved his hand. Shen Sheng said: "Okay, today I will teach you the first of the first three ways, the way of heaven! A blow through the air!"
...
Soon, Ye Hei Hei and Zong Wudao exited the training room, leaving Han Lang alone in it. The two of them observed Han Lang through the perspective window outside the training room.
"You must be quiet when learning martial arts. You must concentrate, especially the terrifying top-level forbidden technique of annihilating the six paths. If we continue to stay in the training room and accidentally cause Han Lang to lose his mind during the training, it is very likely that we will go off the rails." Bewitched, causing very terrible effects." Zong Wudao explained to Ye Hei why he was pulled out.
Ye Hei frowned slightly and said, "I can understand that cultivation requires quietness, but you're teaching it too simply, right? A few words, one movement, and that's the end of it?"
Zong Wudao disagreed, "What if it's not over? Annihilation of the Six Paths is not only a forbidden technique, but also a natural stream of consciousness forbidden technique. It depends on how Han Lang understands it. As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual." .”
"Now Han Lang has understood what kind of warfare the so-called Dao of Heaven is. All that's left is to practice hard. Then he will comprehend it by himself during the practice."
Ye Hei nodded, "Sure enough, there is a big difference between martial arts and pharmacology. Those of us who study pharmacology should take the trouble to explain in detail, trying to explain all the points, but you martial arts practitioners pay attention to stream of consciousness, relying on comprehension, not on explanation. "
Shua~
Shua~
While talking, Han Lang has been practicing in the training room. The so-called Way of Heaven actually has only one move, Hengkong Fist. Now Zong Wudao doesn't let Han Lang use weapons, so he is practicing with bare hands. Wait for Han Lang to learn something After comprehending, that was an incomparably sharp slash across the sky.
Zong Wudao said proudly: "Pharmacology is a skill in the final analysis, and annihilating the six dao is a kind of dao. When Han Lang can break through the limitations of his moves and raise this horizontal blow to the realm of dao, he Only when you have truly grasped the true meaning of the first of the six paths."
Ye Hei thought for a while, "With Han Lang's potential, how long will it take to turn moves into Tao?"
Zong Wudao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then how do I know, anyway, I used it for a year and a half."
"So long?" Ye Hei was stunned, touched his chin and said, "I can't let him practice this move for a year and a half. I will teach him medicine next week. It can be regarded as training and let him change his mind at the same time, otherwise If he keeps practicing like this, sooner or later he will practice stupidly."
"Okay, then you can come next week."
Zong Wudao did not object to Ye Heihei's proposal, because he knew very well that the reason why the two of them were willing to contact Han Lang was not only that Han Lang had a gratifying talent, but also because they lived in this ghost place and could not go out. Suffocated both of them.
...
A week later, Ye Hei drove the shuttle and arrived as scheduled.
Everyone is brothers, and Ye Hei did not say hello, and went straight into Zong Wudao's castle.
I saw Zong Wudao standing in front of the perspective window outside the training room, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and also seemed a little confused.
"Old monster, my wife asked when you will visit my house. You can bring Han Lang with you this time." Ye Hei smiled and walked over, watching Han Lang's practice in the training room with Zong Wudao.
Compared with a week ago, Han Lang's air-piercing strike has been greatly improved. Even Ye Hei, who doesn't know martial arts, can see it. It's the same as practicing for many years.
"Oh, the progress is good. How long has Han Lang been practicing in it?" Ye Hei asked.
"Since you left."
"What?"
"Han Lang hasn't come out since you left." Zong Wudao curled his lips.
"No way! He's working so hard!?" Ye Hei was shocked. It was hard for him to imagine that Han Lang had been practicing in the training room for seven days and nights!
"Han Lang doesn't eat?"
"Seldom eat, just chew an energy bar when you're hungry."
Ye Hei felt a little nauseous. Although the energy bar is nutritious, it tastes like a candle, so unpalatable to death.
With this shit, Han Lang could eat it for a week in a row!
Ye Hei was extremely moved. Said in a deep voice: "No wonder this little guy can rise up in the Milky Way at such an astonishing speed, so he is so desperate!"
Zong Wudao agreed with this and nodded slightly.
At this moment, Zong Wudao and Ye Hei's eyes were full of surprises. Who is the most likable person these days
Of course he is a genius, the proud son of heaven. The attention of the world.
Who is more likable than a genius
Of course, someone like Han Lang, who is both talented and more desperate than everyone else!
With Han Lang's potential, he could obviously rely on his talent to make a living, but he worked harder than anyone else!
Who would not appreciate such a young man
Zong Wudao touched his chin. "Since you're here, let him get him out of the training room. I'm a little scared of such a spelling method. You can even imagine Han Lang's state during the battle."
...
To be precise, Han Lang was driven out of the training room by Zong Wudao.
It was Han Lang's habit to devote 200% to whatever he did. If Zong Wudao hadn't intervened, Han Lang wouldn't have wanted to end his training at all.
Zong Wudao's home is a huge ancient castle, the area is quite shocking.
Ye Hei picked a large room with sunlight, brought Han Lang in, and then took out stacks of pharmacology books, equipment for pharmacological experiments, and a large box full of various basic medicines from the space ring .
There are thousands of drawers on the rosewood box, and each drawer has the name of the medicine. Just take it out when you need it.
Unlike the ruthless Zong Wudao, Ye Hei knew how to enjoy himself. He chose two of the most comfortable sofas to sit down on, and prepared all kinds of refreshments and fruits, like a tea party.
"I've practiced for seven days straight, why don't you take a break first?" Ye Hei asked Han Lang who was flipping through a book.
"No, I've been taking Xinnao Pills and Nuclear Kinetic Energy." Han Lang pointed to the automatic medicine box on his wrist and said.
Ye Hei nodded. That's right. Han Lang also has a hidden skill, super anti-drug physique. With his physique, he can eat drugs like jelly beans. No wonder he can practice non-stop for seven days and seven nights.
At this time, Han Lang, who was flipping through the book, suddenly asked: "Teacher, it says that the extract of the dragon stone can improve the accuracy of the drug's effective time. I remember that the extract from the tonight water chestnut has the same effect, and because the tonight water chestnut is a solid Powder is easier to synthesize than dragon stone, so why not use Tonight Ling instead of dragon stone in the prescription of extreme sprint?"
Ye Hei smiled slightly. Learning pharmacology is different from practicing martial arts. Students who like to ask questions are the most popular, because students have questions, which means that he has thought carefully.
"This question, although the effect of the fire dragon stone is not as good as Ye Ling on the surface, but you can see that the seventh substance, wind gold grass, fire dragon stone and wind gold grass, when the ratio is 1:3.73, it will reach Balance the output effect and increase the stability of the side effects of the drug." Ye Hei replied.
As soon as the words were finished, Han Lang's question came up again, "Since it's a side effect reduction bonus, Tonight Ling can also be mixed with one-twelfth of the acid neutralizer, so that the efficacy of the medicine can be improved."
"Good question! It has already involved deep pharmacology and the law of human cell division!" Ye Hei was very surprised. It seemed that Han Lang was not lying. He had really read a lot of pharmacology books during this time.
"This question, we have to start with the theory of cell division..." Ye Hei talked eloquently, as if he were a senior scholar, and taught Han Lang earnestly.
And Han Lang was still asking questions. His way of learning was a bit special. He sat there reading a book, listening to Ye Hei's explanation while reading. After a question, Han Lang would ask his newly discovered question.
This way of learning is a bit like doing exercises, which is a practical routine, and it is more flexible than teaching subjects from the book.
But it was also because Han Lang's learning ideas extended too fast, which brought a lot of difficulty to Ye Hei. Sometimes it was a pharmacological problem, and then it jumped to a physiological problem. Next time, he would directly start discussing the limit of the zero-degree brain domain.
Unconstrained, Ye Hei soon discovered that the set he had prepared was completely different. Han Lang didn't like to learn according to the routine, but asked whatever came to mind.
Three hours later, Ye Hei felt a little tired, so he hurriedly drank a glass of water to moisten his throat.
Six hours later, Ye Hei felt his throat was itchy, as if he had symptoms of a cold.
Twelve hours later, Ye Hei's eyelids started to fight, and he had to start taking drugs with Han Lang, relying on drugs to concentrate.
Fifteen hours later, Han Lang was still asking questions, and Ye Hei felt that he was about to collapse.
Eighteen hours later, Han Lang's questions began to touch on the esoteric evolution of medicine.
Twenty-one hours later, Ye Hei really began to break down.
Twenty-four hours later, Ye Hei took advantage of Han Lang to go to the bathroom and rushed out of the room.
"Old monster, I'm leaving!" Ye Hei sighed, turned around and was about to leave.
Zong Wudao was taken aback, and asked curiously: "Didn't it be agreed that you would stay here to teach him medicine for the past two days? It's only been a day..."
Hey~
Ye Hei looked sad and indignant, "No, no, this kid Han Lang not only works hard while practicing, but also studies hard! If I stay any longer, I will definitely go crazy!"
"Do you know how many questions he asked me this day and night?"
Zong Wudao asked curiously, "How many questions?"
Ye Hei stomped his feet fiercely, "If only I fucking knew! From the moment I sat down, I haven't stopped for even a minute. It's all a problem! Now my ears are still full of Han Lang's voice , listen, my voice is hoarse! He keeps asking questions!"
"Let's go, don't stop me!"
After all, Ye Hei fled in despair, covering his ears with both hands desperately. His head was buzzing at the moment, and it was Han Lang's voice asking questions.
"Hey, why did Ye Hei go?" Han Lang went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he found that Ye Hei was gone, so he asked Zong Wudao curiously.
"Oh, that, he has something to do, he's going home first."
"Unfortunately, I thought of a new question to ask. Now I have to wait for him to come next week." Han Lang said with some disappointment: "Since Ye Hei is gone, I will continue to practice."
"Why don't you take a break?" Zong Wudao was startled and asked tentatively.
Han Lang smiled slightly and said, "It's okay. I've been resting for a day and a night. My physical fitness has long since returned to normal. It's great to take a break once in a while and learn pharmacology from Yehei Hei. It's a good adjustment."
Zong Wudao was dumbfounded!
Han Lang actually regarded intensive study as relaxation
When Ye Heihe left, he was almost driven crazy by Han Lang, okay
Hehehe~
In the practice room, Han Lang began to practice selflessly again. 100% devotion is not enough. Han Lang always devotes 200% to everything he does!
Zong Wudao stood outside the perspective window and sighed softly, "I'll go, this evildoer..."
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