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Ever since he was picked on once, Helang kept in mind the rules of survival that Ge Rulan told him, knowing that there would be no more such things in the future, so he resigned to his fate and started practicing martial arts.
He went to Zangshu Pavilion, searched for some introductory methods, and began to learn in a daze.
When he was lucky, he could feel the true energy brewing from the pubic region, gushing out, and then following the exercises he practiced, moving upward along the back piece by piece.
When he performs the correct moves, there will be true energy rising from the tailbone, and the area will be large, which is a sign of sufficient true energy.
In martial arts, the thing that needs the most time to accumulate is internal strength. The good news is that this body is deeply cultivated and restrained, and there is a full sixty years of skill waiting for him to discover. out of practice.
Helang thought deeply about the reason. He didn't have much memory left, but he felt that his life experience should be good, so he could afford to use panacea such as Huayuan Dan to increase his internal strength.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He was in a demon sect, and finding his life experience was not his main task.
Luckily again, every move that his body had memorized flashed through his mind.
Although it was fleeting, it seemed that he had found some feeling. He would use some palms and punches for each other, but this was not his forte.
Guatu spoke in a timely manner: "Host, how about your imaginary swordsmanship~"
This reminded him that since the Ge family siblings all said that he was famous for his swordsmanship, then he should focus on his sword and not on boxing skills.
Thinking of this, Helang took out the long sword he had been carrying.
Running around these days, he has never looked at this sword properly.
The scabbard is exquisitely made, it looks simple, but it is inlaid with a gemstone, and the edge of the sheath is also inlaid with rare metals. The light is exposed, so sharp that it breaks at the blow of a hair.
He Langlin stretched out his five fingers carefully, held the hilt of the sword carefully, weighed it, and found that it was quite heavy.
A lot of memories belonging to this sword surged up from the junction of the human sword. Helang stood up, raised the sword and swung it in the air a few times, and found that the sword became lighter and lighter. heavy.
The sound of breaking the wind came, it was indeed a rare sword.
Helang knew that it would be difficult for him to improve his strength quickly in a short period of time, so he asked Guatu what else he could do.
"Since you are asking the question sincerely, then Tuji will open his mouth mercifully—"
"..." Meeting Helang's gaze, Guatu immediately shrank into a ball of fur and said quickly.
"Ge Wenjing has a real martial arts sword energy, which is a perfect match with your Void Spirit Sword. If you can learn all the sword skills, you can open it up!"
"Sure enough, the news is great." Helang nodded in satisfaction, and brushed a handful of rabbit fur along the way.
Apart from eating melons, Melon Rabbit wanders around in this teaching every day, and when he comes back, he will bring a lot of news. Although most of them are gossip, this one is quite useful so far.
Ge Wenjing is Ge Rulan's younger brother. They met each other when they first met, but he was taciturn and seemed to be a martial idiot. Apart from seeing him every day in the martial arts field, He Lang had no contact with him.
How can such a person who has never had any friendship give him the precious sword energy of true martial arts? Helang hesitated for a long time, but it seemed that he still had to ask Ge Rulan.
Ge Rulan took a look at him, and suddenly nodded with satisfaction, as if she finally helped that sword energy find its owner.
"The real martial arts sword energy was accidentally received by the second brother when he went to the sword mound, but the non-sword he cultivated was useless, so it has been collected for many years."
Hearing what she said, Helang felt that there was still hope.
But the real martial arts sword energy was still not in her hands, so she had no choice but to suggest to Helang, "My second brother has always wanted to find an opponent to compete with and try his new boxing skills... Maybe he will be happy, and he will give it away. "
Compete? Helang looked distressed, Ge Wenjing has been proficient in martial arts for many years, he feared that he would not be able to pass a few rounds under his hands at this time, so he shook his head and said: "I am afraid that he will not be able to compete with Hall Master Ge."
Ge Rulan frowned slightly, pulled her wrist to check her veins, and nodded affirmatively, "I tried it, you have deep internal energy and good strength, but why are you always timid?"
It's a long story, and Helang couldn't explain them one by one, so he turned around with a miserable look, and lamented, "Oh, when I was being hunted down, I encountered a mutation, so..."
If there is a sudden change, it should affect the cultivation, not the moves. Although Ge Rulan felt strange, she still didn't ask, maybe she had her own thoughts.
"Anyway, my second brother is not as easy to get along with as I am. If you don't want to..." Ge Rulan paused, and didn't continue. It was impossible for him to put her in a dilemma, so Helang had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
Ge Rulan gave him a meaningful look, tapped his forehead, and asked him to go directly to the training ground to report the next day.
Ge Wenjing had also listened to his sister's explanation to him a long time ago, and silently led him to the center of the training ground, and when Helang was still confused, he was caught off guard and attacked him.
Fortunately, Helang reacted quickly and retreated abruptly. Even so, he was still brushed against his shoulder by the palm wind, causing a dull pain.
"Master—"
Helang's call didn't stop Ge Wenjing, he put up his posture and started to attack, he shouted softly, "Try my five yin palms!"
This move seems to be random, but it is extremely neat, and the movement is not too fast, it can be seen that he has kept his hands.
Helang was accidentally hit on the right shoulder, and he quickly used a burst of stellar energy to protect his body. The place where he was hit by the five yin palms was really chilling, making his arms weak.
He couldn't find the time to attack, so he had to retreat and defend all the time, and his footwork was a little messy.
When his right shoulder was hit for the second time, Helang had an epiphany in pain. It turned out that Ge Wenjing's offensive moves had rules. If he avoided it, he would be hit on both sides of his body.
Observing Ge Wenjing's movements, Helang found some patterns, murmured words, seemed to be counting his direction and punches, and finally sideways avoided the next palm strike.
Ge Wenjing stopped and nodded to him.
Helang wiped his sweat and covered his bruised shoulders, thinking that this would be the end of it, but Ge Wenjing started to play grappling, one claw was about to go towards his front, Helang learned what he had learned, and bent over to avoid it. , and clapped a palm beside him.
The strength of this palm is not great, but it combines the purest qi in the body, and the effect is considerable.
Ge Wenjing had been playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse in the applause for a long time, so he couldn't help but relax his guard, and it was unexpected that it happened so suddenly at this time.
He was hit by this palm wind, he let out a muffled grunt, and approached him suddenly, grabbing Helang's arm, and found that his arm was soft and not as strong as a man practicing martial arts, his cheeks became hot for some reason, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly , using force with his hand, one hand threw him to the ground, and shouted: "Why are you as weak as a literati who reads and writes?!"
Helang lay on the ground and stood up awkwardly, already out of breath, rubbing his chest to relieve the pain.
He is a literati, and it is not easy to change immediately, so he can only work harder on martial arts.
Looking up, it was already dark, and the color of twilight shrouded the sky.
Ge Wenjing punched the wooden dummy a few more times, and took off the soft cloth wrapped around his arm, apparently intending to end it.
It's just that before he left, he left a meaningful sentence to Helang, "My sister is really good to you, don't let her down."
Helang didn't understand what he meant at first, thinking that he would have to live the days of being beaten every day, but gradually he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was not as simple as being beaten in Ge Wenjing's hands.
On the first day, Helang found it difficult to get out of bed, and there was a dull pain in the place where Ge Wenjing hit him.
Although his body suffered a lot of blows and pains, the true qi and internal strength in his body helped him relieve a lot of strength, and his resistance to pressure was also enhanced invisibly.
Ge Wenjing said that he was using him as a wooden dummy for practice, but he also scolded him from time to time, telling him how to perform this move and where to hit with a punch or a kick to cause the greatest damage.
After half a month, he also let Heron use his sword, telling him how to use the sword to deal with these moves, all like teaching him martial arts.
Ge Wenjing was indeed unbelievably stern. One time, He Lang was negligent because he was holding a sword unsteadily, and one of his ribs was broken, which left a deep impression on him, and his daily goal was changed to Ge Wenjing survive.
Martial arts is not accomplished in a day, but it has to be said that He Lang has to withstand Ge Wenjing's abuse of himself as a target, and also has to avoid some disciples from the school who are looking for trouble. He has made rapid progress under the pressure of many parties.
Knowing that Ge Wenjing would teach him intentionally or unintentionally, perhaps it was Ge Rulan's arrangement, He Lang was also very grateful to her.
Hearing his thanks, Ge Rulan just snorted and nodded knowingly, "Second brother treats you so well—I thought you would be stripped of your arms and legs and unable to come out in less than half a month."
She satirized as usual and then smiled softly, "But you can see that our sister and brother have the intention to be kind to you, so you are still smart."
Helang had nothing to repay, so he had to thank him again.
Ge Rulan accepted his thanks, and said complacently, "How is it? My sister is the kindest person in the Demon Cult, right?"
Helang suddenly remembered how she had chopped up a boorish man who was more contemptuous of her last time, and he was horrified at the moment, and nodded as before, still poking his neck.
Seeing that the rabbit brought by Helang was cute, she stretched out her slender fingers to pinch its small cheek, "But since you were brought back by our siblings, you don't need to be under any pressure. Why, try your best to teach me... I also see that you have some foundation, such a deep internal force would not be a pity, otherwise I wouldn't bother with you, just throw it into the poisonous snake pond and finish it off!"
Her winking eyes are like silk, but there is a hint of yin, and it really doesn't look like she is joking. If the relationship between the two is not yet familiar, He Lang is really sweating for himself. He thought about it and told Ge Rulan , he still likes to be kind to people.
Ge Rulan seemed to have heard some joke, opened her bright red lips slightly, and chuckled twice, "But you have to remember, in the Demon Cult, kindness is a sin—you are kind to others, but it doesn't mean that others will be kind to you. Forget it, what am I doing so much with you, you will suffer a lot later, and you will remember it, just like the time you broke your ribs last time."
Accompanied by her giggling and mocking, Helang smiled faintly, and had no choice but to nod.
The author has something to say: The first few chapters are still Lang Lang's process of adapting to this world... Xiaogong will appear soon
Today is Er’s 17th birthday=3=I want to add a lucky draw or something to celebrate, but I’ve been lazy recently, and the future is long, let’s talk about it later.
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