Putting aside the original owner's obsession for the time being, Lin Yun took out the picture scroll presented by Mr. Hong.
In the Xijian Pavilion, Elder Hong was often seen watching this painting carefully, but Lin Yun did not peek at it.
I don't know what's in the picture, why
"The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose?"
The scroll draws and writes eight characters, full of ancient meaning, vast and heavy.
When the scroll was unfolded, a dull roar sounded in his ears, and a fierce tiger rushed towards him from the painting.
rock!
Lin Yun was startled, hurriedly backed away, and dropped the picture scroll.
My heart was pounding, and after a long time, it gradually calmed down.
"It's too scary. It seemed that a tiger was really rushing towards me just now."
Lin Yun had lingering fears, looked at the picture scroll on the ground, hesitated for a moment before picking it up again.
What is depicted in the painting is a ferocious tiger rushing towards him, and just by looking at it, he can feel the enormous pressure coming towards him.
In the next second, I forgot that it was the object in the painting, like a fierce tiger pounced in front of my eyes.
Open the huge mouth, the sound of tiger roar, shock the soul.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun hurriedly put away the scroll, not daring to take another look, the hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.
What a terrible feeling, no wonder Elder Hong is careful every time he looks at it.
The pressure like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis is right in front of you! The murderous aura of the king of beasts is straight from the heart!
This painting is undoubtedly a treasure.
But now even looking at it is stressful, and it seems to be useless for the time being.
"No..."
Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, remembering what Elder Hong said, you are practicing Tiger Fist. Even if you can't solve the mystery of the painting, it will be of great use to you.
Understood, Hong Lao did not expect him to solve the mystery in the painting at all.
I just hope that he can watch this painting and cultivate Tiger Fist to its fullest.
There are four realms in the cultivation of any kung fu and martial skills, from shallow to deep.
The first glimpse of the door, there is a little success, a great success, and the peak is complete.
Fierce Tiger Fist is the foundation of basic exercises, and with a little understanding, you can get a first glimpse of the door.
Work hard and spend enough time, it is not difficult to achieve a small success.
But it's not easy to be successful. If you don’t have enough understanding, no amount of time is wasted.
As for the consummation of the peak, it is an extravagant hope.
Even the most basic exercises can be practiced to the pinnacle of perfection, and they can exert super lethal power, which is eye-catching.
Even, it can break through the shackles of the grade of the exercise method itself, and exert its lethality beyond the grade.
For the past two years, Lin Yun's Tiger Fist has been lingering in Xiaocheng.
The power of Tiger Fist can only be used for 30%. It was a fluke that Zhou Ping could be defeated before.
The main reason is that the opponent underestimates the enemy, and Lin Yun, who has always come to Zhou Ping casually, can be miserable.
He never thought that Lin Yun would be promoted to the third level of martial arts, and he suffered a big loss because of his impatience.
Join the outer door, there will be many new challenges.
It's better to stabilize the realm first, and practice this Tiger Boxing to its fullest, and then it's not too late.
In the previous life, Lin Yun's behavior was quite cautious.
Make plans and move, rarely rash.
Coming to this world of the weak and the strong, there is no room for any carelessness. Because of one carelessness, your life may be ruined.
After making up his mind, Lin Yun did not hesitate.
Resisting the fear in his heart, Lin Yun opened the picture of the tiger again.
call!
It was as if a gust of wind was blowing through both ears, and the pressure that was blowing towards him came in an instant.
Lin Yun tried his best to keep his composure, carefully observed the verve of this fierce tiger, and hurriedly closed the picture scroll after insisting on it for two seconds.
Close your eyes and let the verve of the tiger in the painting reverberate in your mind.
When he opened his eyes, there was a flash of light, and Xiao Chen used his Tiger Fist in the small wooden house.
Suddenly, the punches are like the wind, and the clouds flow. The verve reverberating in his mind was digested little by little while he stretched his fists and feet.
After the set of punches was finished, Lin Yun was in a state of fullness and joy.
There are many thoughts in my heart, inextricably linked, full of details about Tiger Fist.
The experience that he had never had in the past appeared on Lin Yun, which was infinite and indescribable.
It really worked, Mr. Hong didn't deceive me!
The corner of Lin Yun's mouth showed a happy expression, full of energy, and opened the picture again.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds!
This time, Lin Yun's time to observe the scroll had tripled to four seconds.
The tiger in the painting even has a vague prototype, imprinted in its heart.
In the small and simple wooden house, the young man seemed to have opened the door to a new world, practicing over and over again the garbage exercises that were not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.
Sweat like rain, exhausted, but still persevering.
Even every time the picture scroll is unfolded, it will tremble with fear, leaving a terrible shadow.
Still gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage, and bravely unfolded the picture again and again.
Tigers come down!
After repeating this ten times, Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and the second attack of Tiger Fist was unhindered by him.
In an instant, he turned into a fierce tiger, leaped on the ground, and nearly touched the roof.
When it fell, the bones in the body exploded, like a whistling, the sound was deafening.
Bang bang bang!
The overflowing strong wind blew the furnishings in the wooden house into a mess.
Tigers roar in the mountains and forests, fierce tigers descend from the mountains, and beasts come to court.
It is the three-stroke killing technique of Tiger Fist. The previous twelve strokes can only strengthen the body and exercise qi and blood.
Now that the two ultimate moves have been completed, there is only one last move, and the beasts are coming to court.
Lin Yun's eyes flickered, this picture scroll is indeed a treasure, just half a day, it is worth half a year of hard work in the past.
"With this thing, my boxing skills are complete, just around the corner."
Lin Yun was full of confidence when he practiced two killing moves in one fell swoop.
Three days later, the morning sun rose.
In front of a wooden house halfway up the mountainside of Qingyun Peak, the sun was shining, and there was a figure that moved around in the open space, punching like the wind.
Whoohoo!
With every punch, you can hear gusts of wind, whistling. The young man is naturally the sword slave Lin Yun. He has not yet become a disciple of the outer sect. He is still the Qingyun sword slave in terms of identity.
In the open space, Lin Yun's eyes were calm, and he did not punch blindly.
He is sensing the heat flow in his body. It is said that this is the internal energy, which can be generated by entering the third level of martial arts.
If you become an outer disciple, you can acquire the method of cultivating inner strength, and then you can be considered a true martial artist.
At this moment, although he has not mastered the technique of cultivating inner strength, he has already paid attention to the coordination with inner strength when he punches.
Sudden!
In his calm eyes, there was a scorching light, as if a flame was burning.
"The tiger roars in the mountains and forests!"
boom!
The bones in the body made a loud noise, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. With a punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the airflow was chaotic, and the wind was blowing in all directions.
Tigers come down!
Taking advantage of the high momentum, Lin Yun rose into the air, and then flew straight down. Turn into a tiger, hit the ground, bang!
A punch fell, and cracks appeared on the ground paved with rocks.
Breaking mountains and rocks, this Tiger Fist has come a long way!
After the punch, Lin Yun did not sweat a lot. Compared with the sweating profuse when he first performed it, he improved rapidly.
In three days, his Tiger Fist finally came to fruition, and his third-level martial arts level also stabilized.
call!
Shut up, stand still.
Under the sun, Lin Yun's slightly immature face was full of vigor. He let out a breath of turbid air, his eyes were calm and steady, and he whispered to himself: "Now that the realm is stable and the boxing skills are complete, it can be regarded as some reliance."
After entering the wooden house and grooming, Lin Yun looked at the purple mark between his eyebrows in the basin and thought a little.
It's so eye-catching, even if he doesn't care, it's hard to protect outsiders from making noise.
After thinking for a while, Lin Yun tore off a piece of cloth and tied it on his forehead as a headscarf.
After half a column of incense, Lin Yun appeared in the Qingyunzong Zongwu Hall.
The Zongwutang is the place where the Zongmen distributes the door and collects the martial arts, martial arts, and sharp weapons.
When Lin Yun arrived, many disciples in the ancestral hall had gathered here.
"Senior, boy Lin Yun, now has the third level of martial arts, and came to apply to become an outer disciple."
In front of the deacon of Zongwutang, Lin Yun took out the identity card and handed it to the other party for inspection, and said calmly.
The deacon is an old man in gray, surnamed Yang, and his appearance is not amazing, but his cultivation level has reached the sixth level of martial arts.
In front of him, Lin Yun could feel a lot of pressure.
"Sword slave Lin Yun?"
The gray-clothed deacon raised his eyebrows lazily, glanced at Lin Yun, did not check his identity, and said with a smile, "I have heard of you, and your sword raising skills are also well-known in the sect."
The old man's voice was not too loud or too small, but it still attracted the attention of many people, and they all showed curiosity.
"Sword slave Lin Yun!"
"This guy actually broke through to the third level of martial arts. It's amazing. It seems that my sword has been taken care of by me."
"What a powerful thing, Senior Sister Su didn't know how many medicinal pills he had given him, and he barely broke through until today, he's stupid enough!"
The originally quiet Zongwu Hall caused a commotion after the gray-clothed deacon named Lin Yun's name.
The voice was harsh, and Lin Yun was neither happy nor sad, and said softly: "Senior, you are very polite, can you be a disciple of the outer sect?"
"The ancestral teaching of the sect, anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts, regardless of their status, can become an outer disciple. Logically speaking, this is the case, but... you can't!"