Happiness came so suddenly that Lu Qingyun was caught off guard!
Before anyone could react, Yang Guo smiled and said, "Don't like it? What about the Nine Hands of Heaven and the Palm of Ecstasy?
Although the combination with Chunyang Wuji Kung is not satisfactory, it is still okay. It is really not possible to replace Pure Yang Wuji Gong with Nine Yin Manual. "
Lu Qingyun suddenly felt that his body had the aura of the protagonist, and top-notch palm skills and exercises rushed towards his face.
It is no exaggeration to say that these three palm techniques, the Sad Soul Palm, the Great Nine Heavens Palm, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, are the strongest martial arts palm techniques in Jin Lao's works.
The Nine Yin Manual is even more incredible. Apart from the Nine Yang Manual, there is nothing more powerful than it.
Lu Qingyun felt that calling Yang Guo uncle was not suitable, and he should call him father.
Even if he doesn't practice Kung Fu, he will be awesome if he has a father with thick thighs in the future.
Who else in this martial arts world can compete with him!
I just don’t know if it’s too late!
"Why, it's still not possible?" Yang Guo frowned.
"Uncle, do you know the Beiming Divine Art?"
No matter what the top internal skills and mental methods are, if you want to improve your cultivation, it will take a lot of time.
As for Xianyu Lu Qingyun, Beiming Magic is the most suitable for him.
It is the most wonderful thing to improve one's cultivation by absorbing other people's inner energy without having to practice.
Yang Guo pondered for a moment, a smile appeared on his face, his figure flashed, and he touched several of Lu Qingyun's acupoints.
"Qingyun, uncle Beiming doesn't have the magical power, but he still thinks that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms should be taken care of."
Kanglong has regrets!
Lu Qingyun felt a pain in his chest and took off on the spot.
Flying to the highest point, the body fell downwards in free fall.
Just as he was about to land, Yang Guo shouted, "The flying dragon is in the sky!"
His fallen body flew into the sky again.
"See the dragon in the field!"
. . . . . . Lu Qingyun fell for the seventeenth time, still one centimeter away from the ground, and heard Yang Guo's demonic voice again.
"The dragon swings its tail!"
Lu Qingyun rolled dozens of somersaults like a gourd and hit the tree trunk.
"Boy, how about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Yang Guo asked with a smile.
The acupuncture points on Lu Qingyun's body were untied, he rubbed his belly and got up.
What’s wrong with this world? The great masters are all violent!
Zhang Sanfeng is, so is Yang Guo.
Isn't getting something for nothing the highest realm of martial arts practitioners of our generation?
Even if they have different ideas, they are still so ruthless!
Seeing that Yang Guo was suspected of taking action again, he quickly said loudly:
"Uncle, if you have something to say, please tell me. I don't want to learn the Beiming Magic Kung Fu anymore. I'm going to learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
Yang Guo nodded with satisfaction.
"Have you learned it? Do you want me to teach you again?"
Lu Qingyun waved his hands quickly.
It's enough to suffer this kind of sin once. If you do it again, wouldn't it be a disease?
"Then call me."
Lu Qingyun closed his eyes and slowly recalled.
The pain of the beating is still fresh in my memory!
When I opened my eyes again, I walked to the open space in front and began to practice the first palm: A strong dragon has regrets.
After mastering the moves, he used his Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu to exert his physical strength and pushed out with one palm. The small tree ten meters away was instantly broken by the strong force of the palm.
With less than a stick of incense, he was able to master the first posture of Kang Long You Regret, which made Yang Guo marvel at his understanding.
Lu Qingyun stopped and came back, "Uncle, is it okay for me to have regrets when I practice Dragon Dragon?"
"It's okay. I'll practice more in the future. If you still don't understand anything, you can always come to me."
"Yes. Thank you uncle."
Lu Qingyun's cheeks twitched.
"Qingyun, why don't you practice the next move?" Yang Yaoqin asked with a smile.
"I want to think about it more and figure it out before practicing the next move." Lu Qingyun's cheek twitched again.
"That's right. The stronger the fist, the less you can just pursue speed."
"It's good that Qingyun has this understanding. I'll take a look at the second form in three days."
After Yang Guo said that, he turned around and walked into the ancient tomb.
"Sister Yang, is uncle always so violent when he teaches the exercises?"
Yang Yaoqin covered her mouth and chuckled, "Qingyun, let me show you the ancient tomb."
The ancient tomb is not too dark, there is an oil lamp on the wall every five meters in the corridor, but the environment is a bit depressing.
"Sister Yang, don't you feel uncomfortable living here all year round?"
"Just get used to it."
After following Yang Yaoqin around the ancient tomb, Lu Qingyun officially settled in the ancient tomb.
Kasabi.
After practicing the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, Lu Qingyun walked out of the ancient tomb, preparing to catch a few wild animals for food.
Zhongnan Mountain is inaccessible and has beautiful scenery. After admiring the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, we hunted hare and pheasant and returned to the ancient tomb.
After working for a long time, a simple grill was set up at the entrance of the ancient tomb and the hare was put on it.
He dug a hole next to it and lit a fire, put the pheasant in a clay pot and started to stew the soup.
After everything was done, Lu Qingyun entered the ancient tomb to look for Yang Yaoqin.
When I arrived at her stone room, I saw that she was concentrating on wiping an old guqin, and I couldn't help but feel curious.
Yang Yaoqin gently stroked the body of the piano, "This is what my mother used to use."
"Damn it, I've been here for a whole day and I haven't even paid a visit to Aunt Long. It's really rude." Lu Qingyun slapped her head with regret on her face.
"My mother passed away ten years ago." Yang Yaoqin's face showed sadness.
"This...I'm sorry, Sister Yang, I didn't expect it to arouse your sadness."
Yang Yaoqin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Suffer it!"
Lu Qingyun thought that the hare was probably burnt if it had not been stirred for so long, so he yelled and rushed out.
When he arrived at the entrance of the ancient tomb, he breathed a sigh of relief and saw Yang Guo roasting a hare.
"You brat, the hare man disappeared while he was roasting on the fire. Are you planning to let us eat the charcoal?"
"Haha, I just lost some time. If I had known that my uncle was here, I wouldn't have rushed here in a hurry."
Yang Guo quickly walked to the grill and took over the grilling duties.
Yang Yaoqin walked out of the tomb holding the guqin, listening to the conversation between the two, with a smile on her face.
Yang Guo picked up the wine bottle from the ground and took a sip. He looked at the guqin in Yang Yaoqin's hand and his expression darkened.
"Qin'er, let's play a song."
"Okay, Dad."
"etc."
Lu Qingyun interrupted.
Pointing his toes on the rocks, he jumped up to the bulge of the mountain wall a few times, moved down a large polished stone and placed it next to the fire.
"Sister Yang, sit here and play."
"You brat, I polished this big stone with great difficulty and moved it up, but you use it to please Qin'er."
"father!"
Yang Yaoqin was a little embarrassed.
"Come on, I'll just leave it for Qin'er to play the piano from now on."
Yang Guo looked at Lu Qingyun.
He thought to himself: This guy has only been here for a day and he is already trying to please Qin'er. It seems that the girl from home can't be saved.
Yang Yaoqin sat cross-legged on the stone plate, put the guqin on his knees, moved his fingers lightly, and a pleasant sound sounded.
The sound of the piano was pleasant to the ear. Lu Qingyun stopped what he was doing and listened.
Yang Guo smelled the burnt smell of hare meat, "Don't stop, turn it over quickly."
"Oh." Lu Qingyun flipped the hare.
"Do you understand?" Yang Guo was a little curious.
"I don't understand, and I haven't heard of it either." Lu Qingyun answered honestly.
This kid doesn't know how to pretend to listen attentively. This is a really good trick.
Girl, how many more days can you hold on? !
Yang Guo felt as if the little white rabbit in his family was about to be deceived.
When Yang Yaoqin finished her song, Lu Qingyun cheered loudly.
Yang Guo was very unhappy, "Qingyun, you want to sing a song too."
"Uncle, I really can't play the piano."
"Then what do you know?" The corners of Yang Guo's mouth turned up, with a proud look in his eyes.
You brat, I'll let you pretend and let's see how you make a fool of yourself!
Looking at Yang Yaoqin's expectant eyes, Lu Qingyun scratched his hair in embarrassment.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he remembered that in his previous life, in order to chase a girl who played the flute, he signed up for the same flute class with that girl.
After three months of hard work, I finally succeeded.
Lu Qingyun showed a confident smile on his face, "I can play the flute!"
