Wow!
In the next moment, before Deng Jiuling woke up, he felt an extremely majestic power.
"This is..." Deng Jiuling's pupils shrank, suddenly shocked.
"Little six, don't resist, hug and unite!" The old lame's solemn voice resounded through the audience in an instant.
"Yes." Deng Jiuling closed his eyes without saying a word, sitting cross-legged.
Wow!
In an instant, a surging force continued to fall along the Baihui acupoint above Deng Jiuling's head.
At the same time, Deng Jiuling was keenly aware.
His own cultivation base is in the process of rapid recovery.
Boom!
But for a moment, Deng Jiuling was shocked.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the closed dantian.
Advanced! Budo Grandmaster Realm!
"Wow… "
The next moment, the old lame man suddenly sprayed a mouthful of old blood on the ground, and his breath became languid.
"Uncle!" Deng Jiuling exclaimed.
"Smelly boy, don't move, hurry up and spit it out, and guide the true qi in your body!" The old lame man shouted.
"Yes." Deng Jiuling nodded, closed his eyes and said nothing, and began to reconcile the true energy in his body.
Soon, the boiling true energy in Deng Jiuling's body gradually calmed down.
"Little Six, how do you feel?" The old lame was a little nervous, looking at Deng Jiuling expectantly.
"Uncle, I am now a third-tier master, if I thoroughly refine this power, I should be able to take the first step." Deng Jiuling said with a sigh.
"You kid, now you have the opportunity to advance the first step, why are you so frowning?" The old lame said scolding.
"Uncle, actually you... don't need to be like this."
Deng Jiuling moved her eyes: "You gave me all your life's skills."
"So, from now on, you will..."
The voice fell, and the old lame waved his hand and laughed and said, "The old man has been a waste for twenty years. He has long been accustomed to this kind of ordinary life, and he has long lost his thoughts on fame and fortune."
"Little six, the old man's Xuanbing true qi, I will teach you all today."
"The old man hopes that you can treat this force kindly and refrain from using it for evil."
"Little six, you should take my senior brother, gentleman Jian Yuequn, as an example, be kind and chivalrous, do you understand?"
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling nodded and knelt on the ground: "Uncle, from today, I will be your nephew and your son, and I will support you in old age."
Deng Jiuling's words came from the bottom of his heart, and there was absolutely no falsehood.
Perhaps Deng Jiuling is not the real Ma Liu.
The real Ma Liu, if no accident, had fallen off the cliff a few days ago, and was truly dead.
But this is not important!
The important thing is that when the old lame passed on all the profound energy accumulated throughout his life to Deng Jiuling without reservation.
Then!
From today, the old lame man is to Deng Jiuling-father!
"In the old days, I grew up in a small village in the East China Sea without a father or mother, but an orphan."
"Today, there is an important old man who treats me like his own son, so what can't he be my father?"
"Ma Liang, from today, I will replace Ma Liu and do my best to you!"
With his fists clenched, Deng Jiuling swears silently in Deng Jiuling's mind.
In fact, even if there is no such qi, as long as there is enough time, it is only a matter of time before Deng Jiuling has to cultivate to the first step again.
But today is a troubled world, racing against time, this is very important.
Now, with the innocence of the lame man, Deng Jiuling has saved at least a few years from returning to the peak.
This kindness is greater than the sky, I have to report it!
"Okay, you are a son to the old man, why do you have to talk so much nonsense?"
The old lame laughed and cursed, but wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, obviously feeling a little too.
"Little six, the old man has been beating and scolding you for the past twenty years. Now I say you are really angry. I hope you can help the old man and fulfill a wish."
The eyes of the old lame suddenly became a little serious.
"Uncle, your business, that's my business, just say it." Deng Jiuling said with a fist.
"Uncle back then and Yue Qun, Li Daojun, disciples of Huang Qi."
Caressing the white beard, the old lame man said with a sneer: "Back then, Li Daojun scrapped my legs. I don't blame her for this."
"Even, I took the initiative to leave Xianghuangqi back then and no longer interact with them."
"Uncle hopes you will practice hard, and you will be able to lead the stables and re-ranking the main hall in the future."
"At that time, you can use your identity as the owner of the stables, and you will be able to raise your eyebrows and make those with yellow flags admire Uncle!"
When the voice fell, Deng Jiu was stunned, with doubts in his eyes: "Uncle, my Xuanbing Palace, isn't there only Eight Palaces?"
"Xuanbing Palace was originally the nine halls, among which the stables were originally called the horse halls." The old lame shook his head and explained:
"During the Warring States Period, the horses of Dalin Temple were always provided by my Xuanbing Palace."
"It's just that, due to various reasons, the stables have gradually declined, and now only the horsemen are left, and the high-end warriors have been lost."
"However, you are young and still young. Uncle believes that with time, you will definitely shame the stables!"
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling nodded and agreed.
At the same time, Deng Jiuling became very curious about the stable where he was.
Obviously, there must be a story behind the strength and decline of the stables.
Moreover, it may be related to Dalin Patriarch.
However, these old things are probably the secrets of Xuanbing Palace. If you don't have certain permissions, you will definitely not be able to access them.
"It seems that I have to seize the time to practice and use the fastest speed to get close to the highest level of power in Xuanbing Palace." Deng Jiuling thought secretly with his fists clenched.
Although Xuanbing Palace also had infighting, it was not as fierce as Dalin Temple.
and!
As long as you are a talent, no matter what your background, Xuanbing Palace will vigorously cultivate it.
If Deng Jiuling can become a high-ranking member of Xuanbing Palace, it would definitely be a face-slapped Dalin Temple.
Those of you aloof, don't you look down on Deng Jiuling and think he is just lucky
Well!
Then I, Deng Jiuling, will use my strength to prove my excellence in this Xuanbing Palace!
"Little Liuzi, although you have obtained an old man, you have cultivated Xuanbing true energy for many years, and you have advanced to the third-rank grandmaster."
The old lame said with a smile: "However, don't be too proud. This cultivation base is in Xuanbing Palace, so it can only be regarded as general."
"In addition, you are a martial arts cultivation base that is forcibly promoted in a way similar to pulling out seedlings to encourage growth.
"So, within the same rank, you will be much inferior to those disciples who rely on their own hard work to obtain a cultivation base, and your combat effectiveness will be much inferior."
"Furthermore, your advancement road will encounter many difficulties in the future."
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle, I understand, don't worry, I have endured all kinds of cynicism for the past 20 years. I know how it feels and I won't do the same to others."
Upon hearing this, the old lame tiger looked sad and sighed slightly: "Little Six, you have been so hard in the past twenty years."
"Well, if there are too many, the old man will stop talking nonsense."
"Tomorrow, you will have a decisive battle with Xu Zhongyang. Now it is dark. Even if the old man teaches you horsemanship, I am afraid it will be too late."
"Little six, you remember, the line of Xu Zhongyang and the Xu family, combined with equestrianism and wrestling in the Western Regions, is very domineering and vicious."
"Tomorrow, although you are in an equestrian decisive battle, you will inevitably collide with your body."
"So, you must be careful, and don't let Xu Zhongyang destroy you!"
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling frowned immediately: "Uncle, Xiao Xu Zhongyang and I are just racing equestrianism. Is it possible that there is still life-threatening?"
The time for Deng Jiuling to come to Xuanbing Palace was not too long.
I don’t know much about the many rules here.
Although Deng Jiuling's martial arts is now sealed, he can't use his assassin for the time being.
However, Deng Jiuling's technique of exorcising ghosts and beasts could still barely be used.
Although, today's beast control technique is still a lot weaker than it was at its peak.
However, Deng Jiuling was confident in dealing with a mere first-class groom.
But according to the meaning of the old lame, it seems... This equestrian competition still makes a mystery
"My Xuanbing Palace is ultimately a martial arts holy land, and the stable is one of the nine palaces in the past."
"Although the martial arts of the stables are now in decline, but troubled times are coming, wouldn't it be ridiculous if the disciples don't understand martial arts?"
"In addition, transporting war horses to various places will encounter hemp bandits and robbers. If you don't have the power to protect yourself, it won't work."
Caressing the white beard, the old lame, with serious eyes: "For example, tomorrow's equestrian competition, Xu Zhongyang, this kid, will definitely use a fast charge to force you to fall from a horse on a specific track."
"However, as long as you can master the basic principles of the'Eight Breaks' before dawn."
"Then, tomorrow, even if you can't win, but self-protection should be fine."
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling suddenly realized.
I finally understand why today, the old lame man will come to teach himself the practice in the middle of the night.
"It turns out that Ma Liang was afraid that I would be beaten to death tomorrow?" Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face.
Even if Deng Jiuling's martial arts were sealed, his physical strength was still there.
There is only Xu Zhongyang, even if Deng Jiuling stands still and hits him casually, he can't kill him!
However, the old lame man's heart to protect the calf still made Deng Jiuling feel the warmth of family affection.
"Xiao Liuzi, this skill of Eight Breaks is a martial arts routine that has been passed down since ancient times, the ancestor of my stable."
"This skill is not a faculty, nor is it a magical skill, but it is the life experience of the Patriarch's life on horseback in the age of war."
"If you can learn, even if it's just a fur, it will be very easy when you fight in the future."
"Okay, you are optimistic!"
After finishing speaking, the old lame yelled, he fell back and immediately stomped his feet.
boom!
In an instant, Deng Jiuling's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt a fierce horse galloping on the ground.
"This is the first fracture of the Eight Faults, called-Horseshoe Yellow River!"
The old lame man was talking, while frothing, constantly explaining.
"Well, Xiao Liuzi, you practice well, I don't ask you to learn it, but at least you must understand the structure of this trick, remember?" The old lame said for a long time before he said.
When the voice fell, Deng Jiuling hesitated for a moment, but still said:
"Uncle, if I learn this trick, can you teach me the second trick?"