The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 153 Is This Unreasonable
"My son is so powerful, have you never learned martial arts to temper your strength?"

Judge Wu let go of the palm of the young man in front of him, and asked with an unbelievable expression on his face. He just tested the young man's wrist strength, but even he could infer the general level of the young man's physique through this.

Martial arts genius!

In terms of physical strength and abundance of energy and blood alone, this boy's body is definitely not inferior to those martial artists who have been promoted to innate martial arts through horizontal kung fu.

However, this kind of martial arts practitioners have suffered so much since they were young, and how much suffering they have endured. Who doesn't treat their body like a piece of refined iron and temper it thousands of times, and only then have they achieved the innate achievement of martial arts.

But forgive his blindness, he really couldn't detect any traces of physical training from this young master, and he didn't feel that this young master needed to go through such a toss like those martial arts practitioners.

"Never learned!"

Feng Qing'an replied sincerely that the main credit for his current physical strength is in Heishan, because Heishan is a creature with fresh blood, Donghuang, Nange and even the Chiyangshu and Minglong who contracted afterwards A, the increase in feedback on his physique is not as good as that of Montenegro.

"You have such vigor without practicing martial arts, you are truly blessed!"

Wu Pan's eyes at this moment are very complicated. He is a family of martial arts, and he has learned both internal and external since he was a child, but even so, he has only become a congenital martial artist at the age of the crown. He can now recall the hardships he suffered in the past.

But look at the young man in front of him, if he hadn't been investigating tonight, he wouldn't even know what level his physique is among warriors. This vigorous blood seems to have fallen from the sky, so he is confused.

"Ashamed!"

Feng Qing'an observed his words, he didn't know that he probably stimulated this military judge and reminded him of something bad.

"My son has such a foundation, but has he ever thought of practicing martial arts?"

At this moment, after inspecting Feng Qing'an's body, Wu Pan has already cherished the idea of ​​cherishing his talents. If he explained his martial arts experience, the use and control of power, just to repay the kindness of a sword, then now , he has the urge to pass on his mantle.

But he also knew that he was far from qualified. Even so, he was willing to teach the martial arts training method to the young man in front of him, such as those techniques of tempering his body, cultivating his true energy, and even fighting with others. At this moment, he has the idea of ​​teaching everything.

Anyway, he can't use it anymore, and the descendants of his family, to be honest, he has also visited it. The time of nearly 200 years is enough to make a small family that can't be called prosperous in the first place decline, even with him Sheltered by a ghost.

Practicing martial arts requires not only talent, but also a lot of money.The two are indispensable. No family can guarantee the emergence of geniuses in every generation. Big families can desperately marry wives and have children to pile up numbers, but small families can't follow suit.

"There have been!"

Feng Qing'an nodded and admitted that before his eldest brother took the imperial examination and before he obtained the inheritance of the beast master, as long as someone taught him, he would be willing to learn no matter what it was, but he didn't.

"I once summed up a martial arts book, which includes what I learned in martial arts during my lifetime, as well as some speculations and guesses. Today, I will give it to you as a gift as soon as I see you like old friends!"

While speaking, Judge Wu actually took out a book from his pocket, and under Feng Qing'an's surprised eyes, he took out a second book, and then a third book.

In the blink of an eye, a thick stack of books was piled up on the desk in front of Feng Qing'an. Obviously, this ghost and god also possesses magic weapons that can store things.

This is not surprising, what surprised Feng Qing'an was that this ghost was so generous and gave him all his hard work during his lifetime.

"Isn't that inappropriate?"

"These are just a pile of waste paper to me, and they are useless to me."

While speaking, the burly man stood up and looked towards the east. The distant sky had already turned gray, and the great sun was about to rise.

"If the young master doesn't accept it, then throw it away, even as a fire starter, I will resign for the time being!"

After the words fell, the ghost and god didn't wait for Feng Qing'an to respond, his figure slowly dissipated, and he left abruptly.

"This is really..."

Feng Qing'an looked down at the thick pile of classics on the stone table, feeling like a dream. He just slashed a sword casually, and he got a warrior's life's hard work.

"have a look!"

Feng Qing'an, who didn't look tired at all, sat down in front of the stone table, took a classic book, and started to read it. The little golden-scaled dragon who had been eavesdropping on his collar all night, now he didn't have any scruples and went directly to the out, wrapped around his wrist, and watched intently.

Feng Qing'an looked at such a studious little guy and smiled knowingly, but also didn't take his behavior to heart.

After all, it is a newly born spirituality. It is normal to be curious about things that have not been seen. This is human martial art, and it is of no benefit to it, which produces spiritual artifacts. Even if you learn it, it is useless.

It was precisely because of this that even if the Judge Wu found out that there was a little fellow eavesdropping on Feng Qing'an, he didn't care. He just lamented that this young man had such a good luck that he had such a spiritual weapon with him.

"It's really a gift from everyone!"

Feng Qing'an simply flipped through one book, which recorded a rather advanced inner martial arts mental method, as well as a method of tempering the body that matched the mental method, that is, horizontal kung fu practice, and continued to read the second book , the more you look at it, the more surprised you become.

It's no wonder that the martial judge called it Wudian, because it contains nearly ten kinds of mental methods of different levels, and there are even matching external skills. Everything is available.

In addition to martial arts internal and external skills, it also records the fighting techniques of many weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, which also includes the use and meticulous control of power.

This is also the part that Feng Qing'an is most interested in. He is not interested in practicing martial arts now, let alone whether he has martial arts talent. Not high, at least not in Feng Qing'an's eyes.

The realm of martial arts practice can be divided into acquired and innate. Acquired warriors are the most common and numerous martial arts. Their practice focuses on internal strength or physical fitness. After a certain level of accumulation, they can usher in transformation and return from acquired to innate. .

However, it can be said that there is no one in a hundred who can become an innate warrior, and one in a thousand, and above the innate warriors, there are Gangsha, Hunyuan, Shendan, and the Heaven-reaching Realm called Martial Daoist Immortals in the classics.

From this, Feng Qing'an knew that Martial Dao is also a road to longevity, and its upper limit is higher than Feng Qing'an's initial expectation, but even so, Feng Qing'an has no idea of ​​practicing.

Because of the so-called martial arts in his hand, the most profound mental method can only be cultivated to the divine pill, and the most damning thing is that this so-called divine pill was actually deduced, and even the founder who left the mental method did not practice it himself to this level.

This kind of martial arts inheritance, even if Feng Qing'an is crazy, he will not practice it, and will only use it as a reference. After all, the practice of martial arts is to seek internal rather than external, and it is to unlock the potential contained in one's own body, which is very valuable.

Feng Qing'an was engrossed in watching, unknowingly he was in the sky, when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but sigh that time flies, this is just a simple experience.

Even if this is not a profound martial arts inheritance, it still takes him a lot of time to chew on it, because there are too many techniques that are beneficial to him.

"You little thing, can you also understand?"

At this time, Feng Qing'an also discovered something that surprised him. He had been watching for so long, the little golden scale dragon had been wrapped around his wrist, and when he saw it with him, this posture didn't change much.

Yin~
Seeing that Feng Qing'an was about to close the book, the little Jiaolong saw misty mist emanating from between the scales, and his small body flew up under the thin cloud.He threw himself on the page, turned his head to look at Feng Qing'an, and let out a low moan.

"You still want to see it?"

Yin~
"Then just watch!"

There is nothing wrong with Feng Qing'an, the paper used in this martial arts is not vulgar, it will not be wet by mere water vapor, and it is not so easy to be damaged.

Yin~
Feeling Ming Longjia's carefree and joyful mood, Feng Qing'an couldn't help being infected, and smiled, then stood up, stretched, opened the courtyard door, and went out to look for food.

Cooking by himself? It doesn't exist. He hasn't tasted so many delicacies in Jiangyang Mansion yet, so what is he messing around with?

the next day, early morning

Heishan, who had been intimate with Bai Yao, stared dumbfounded at the golden armored figure punching in the courtyard. Heishan grew up as a spirit wolf that devoured evil spirits. Heishan was very convinced that this set of golden armor was just an empty shell. There is no one at all.

But the fist that this set of armor is waving at the moment, like flowing clouds, like flowing water, has an indescribable momentum, but it makes Montenegro feel a slight sense of oppression.

The blowing wind from that fist even caused the hair on Heishan's body to flutter, as if there really was a martial artist with profound martial arts attainments, wearing this seemingly thick armor that didn't reveal anything at all. It's like practicing boxing in the morning.

This made Hei Shan not very confident in his own judgment for a while, and led Bai Yao, who was also staring blankly, into Feng Qing'an's bedroom, and as soon as he entered, he saw Feng Qing'an just sitting up from the bed.

"not me!"

At this moment, Feng Qing'an looked extremely complicated. He looked at Heishan and let out a breath slowly. As a beast master, he could naturally grasp all the changes of Minglongjia.

When he went out yesterday, he had already noticed that something was wrong with this set of armor. At night, when Minglong armor disintegrated and turned into a human form, and he started punching, he knew something was wrong.

Wu Chi!

In all walks of life, and even in the major practice systems, crazy people are always indispensable. For what they like and want, they can give up or even ignore everything.

However, Feng Qing'an really couldn't understand, how could he become a martial idiot with a good set of armor?
It is enough for a set of armor to honestly help the owner resist damage, even if one develops wisdom and is interested in other things, it is not so outrageous.

oooo~
After confirming that Feng Qing'an was in the room, Heishan became even more confused. It also couldn't understand what the armor was doing. Isn't it just breaking copper and iron together? What's the matter with learning from others to practice boxing?

Although it can be formed into a human form, the internal structure is completely different, and the force is also different. It is really strange to have a good armor and learn the martial arts skills of the human race.

"Let it go, don't worry about it!"

After thinking for a while, Feng Qing'an made such a decision. Although it feels strange, there is really no need to stop it. After all, practicing martial arts with this armor will not affect anything.

oooo~
Heishan whimpered, expressing that he understood, since Feng Qing'an had spoken, it would naturally not intervene.

It's just that, as a pair of armor, Minglongjia neither needs to eat, nor sleep, nor rest, so, without Feng Qing'an's intervention.

Ming Longjia only does two things, sit down and read the martial arts manual, concentrate on it, from morning to night, when he stands up, he is practicing the martial arts techniques recorded in the martial arts manual.

Sleepless, nonstop, day and night, so crazy, even a pair of armor has brought tremendous pressure to Heishan, it doesn't even have the intention to make out with Bai Yao.

Because Montenegro already knew at this moment that the master had also entered into a contract with this pile of scrap metal. In a way, this could be regarded as its descendant, and their status was equal.

Under such circumstances, it is really difficult for Montenegro to maintain a comfortable state when seeing this pile of scrap metal is either reading books or practicing techniques every day. Even if it has experienced long-term fighting training before, it really needs to rest and relax.

However, facing the pressure brought by Ming Longjia, Heishan no longer played around with Bai Yao.

Every night, when the moon just appeared, Heishan climbed up to the roof and breathed out the moonlight. Even when the sun and the moon were changing, it would not come down. It would still have to swallow the morning light for a period of time to absorb the essence of the sun until it was gone again. Unable to bear it, he came down from the roof.

Faced with Heishan who suddenly practiced assiduously and swallowed the sun's essence and moonlight, Bai Yao could no longer maintain a relaxed and relaxed attitude. Her strength was originally stronger than Heishan, but now she has fallen behind.

Heishan practiced so hard in a stronger situation than her, and she had to practice hard along with her, and she couldn't let up even if she was nourished by Feng Qing'an every day.

"..."

Feng Qing'an, who returned to the courtyard during the curfew, raised his eyes to see the golden armor that was replaced by branches in the courtyard and was practicing swordsmanship.

Looking up, you can see the two black and white wolves on the beams of the house, who are opening their mouths to swallow the moonlight.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but fell into contemplation. When did it start? When he just moved in, wasn't the atmosphere in the courtyard very harmonious and comfortable?How did it become so curly?

"Practice!"

Feng Qing'an, who was out during the day and had been eating, drinking and playing for a whole day, under the influence of this atmosphere, also got into the room and started his daily practice.

(End of this chapter)