Died of old age, and you tell me this is a life simulation?

Previously, Fang Han only had the Beiming Divine Art, a unique magical skill.

It's not that I don't want to pass on my teachings to him.

But it can't be transmitted.

It is too difficult to practice.

Although other martial arts include external skills that cultivate both internal and external strength, most of them require strong internal strength as support.

Otherwise, if an ordinary person wants to study and specialize, he may not be able to reach a high level in his lifetime.

For example, the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, even in their old age, could only reach the fourth level of One Yang Finger Strength. Master Kurong was older and had more profound skills, but his One Yang Finger Strength was only at the third level.

Not to mention the magical skills of the Six Meridians Divine Sword and the Flame Blade. If one does not have enough internal strength, one will not be able to learn even the basics.

As for those three Shaolin fingering techniques...

He vaguely remembered that to practice the 72 Shaolin martial arts, one had to meditate and cultivate Buddhism. Otherwise, the more one practiced, the more violent one would become, until one became possessed. Naturally, it was not suitable for Miss Cheng and the others to practice.

When we arrived at Mantuo Villa, we found many martial arts secrets in the Langhuan Jade Cave.

But at this time, there is also a Xiao Wuxiang Gong which is also a magical skill of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Fang Han naturally hoped that the two girls could achieve this skill.

Use it to protect yourself!

Therefore, I just asked Madam Wang to practice according to the instructions. This not only verified whether what she said was true or not, but also helped her to achieve this skill.

There is no other reason, just get familiar with it first.

By then, he will be able to support Miss Cheng more calmly.

Of course, he was really confident, which was why he asked Mrs. Wang to do so. He would not force others to practice if he was not sure himself.

After sorting out his recent experience and feelings, Fang Han came back to his senses, seemed to realize something, and looked over.

Mrs. Wang stared at him with a look of shame and anger on her face, but she dared not say a word.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and her gorgeous face was flushed with a hint of annoyance.

The soft, white, delicate wrist that was stretched out was firmly grasped in his palm.

Mm, very slippery.

Fang Han's expression remained unchanged as he silently let go of his wrist.

Tsk, it’s really not his fault. It’s normal to subconsciously grab something comfortable when thinking about something, right?

Mrs. Wang felt the warmth on her wrist loosen, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately retracted her palm and gently protected it with her other hand.

This scoundrel had been holding her hand for at least two or three quarters of an hour, including the time he had just breathed in and out.

He is a scoundrel...

hateful!

But thinking about what he had just remembered, he was afraid that he would really kill to silence the witness, so he did not dare to speak.

I dare not even look at it.

Fang Han glanced at the sky outside and saw that it was completely dark, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing and stood up.

Then Mrs. Wang trembled with fear and looked at him in a daze.

Fang Han thought for a moment and roughly guessed what she was thinking. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Madam, you don't think I want to kill you to silence you, do you? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Mrs. Wang cursed inwardly, "You robber! You evil thief! You come to my house with such a vicious and aggressive attitude. If you are not that kind of person, then what kind of person are you!"

Fang Han put the book away and continued softly, "Madam, don't you think about it? This is just the beginning. If there is anything, at least wait until you finish teaching."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang came to her senses.

Yes, I haven’t finished teaching him yet, he shouldn’t kill me.

But when she has taught everything she needs to, she will be useless. Maybe...

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Chapter 76: Half a month passed in a hurry!

Fang Han glanced at Mrs. Wang, whose expression changed slightly, and said nothing more. He left with a sentence "We'll continue tomorrow" and turned to leave.

Seeing Fang Han's figure gradually disappearing with the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Wang hurriedly stood up and closed the door, then sat down powerlessly.

To be honest, she felt annoyed, angry, fearful and terrified when she was with this person. After two hours, she was not at ease.

Only when I saw Fang Han finally leave did I breathe a sigh of relief.

It took him a long time to stand up, looking a little confused.

After this incident, her previous plan to manipulate the pronunciation was no longer effective.

This person acts very cautiously, and I may not be able to outsmart him.

It would be better to...

Take this opportunity to practice Xiao Wuxiang Gong well. Maybe when she has mastered the skill, she won't be afraid of him anymore!

For the first time, Mrs. Wang felt an unprecedented sense of urgency about practicing martial arts.

As I thought about it, all kinds of thoughts came to my mind.

For a moment, he felt that the opponent's martial arts were so powerful, and the vast and boundless internal energy he had just displayed was terrifying. Even if he had mastered the Minor Wuxiang Gong, he would still be far from being able to defeat him, and there was no chance of winning.

At the same time, I wondered how this young man could have mastered such rare and unique martial arts. Could it be that he learned it from his family?

He said his last name was Fang, and he had never heard of any famous martial artist with the last name Fang in the martial arts world.

Mrs. Wang was alone in her thoughts for an unknown period of time when suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Suddenly her body trembled, and she thought Fang Han had come back. Her eyes reddened instantly, and she asked in a trembling voice: "You...do you have anything else to say?!"

After a while, a gentle voice with a slight hesitation was heard.

"Mother, I'm Yuyan. Who are you talking to?"

Mrs. Wang was shocked and realized that she had misunderstood.

He relaxed a little, calmed down and said, "Nothing, Yuyan, why did you come to see me?"

"Mother, it's time for dinner now. I see you haven't come yet..."

Mrs. Wang glanced at the sky and stamped her feet angrily.

I am a widow, and it is extremely rude of him to stay until this time before leaving.

Maybe, he still has evil intentions...

Tomorrow...what to say tomorrow,

We can't let him stay that long.

Um......

Um! ?

wrong!

It should be that you can’t ask him to come into your room again!

Mrs. Wang bit her lip, thinking that she was almost going crazy with anger and almost lost her mind.

"Mother?"

Mrs. Wang woke up as if from a dream, cleared her throat and said, "I understand. You go back first, I'll be there soon."

"OK then......"

Hearing the footsteps fading away, Mrs. Wang looked thoughtful. She was thinking again, should she send Yuyan out directly first?

But at this moment, if I move rashly, I won't be able to hide it from him, and it will be bad if he notices Yuyan.

He sighed softly, not knowing what to do.

After sorting out my thoughts, I prepared to go and have dinner first.

Suddenly I was stunned.

"Wait, it seems he hasn't told me the news about that unfaithful man yet."

Ah! I'm so angry!

This bastard! He doesn't keep his word!

hateful!

The next day, Fang Han looked at Mrs. Wang, who looked unhappy and cold.

I seemed too lazy to care what she was thinking and continued to ask her how to read through it.

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Wang was even more annoyed. She was annoyed that he did not tell her the news about Duan Zhengchun yesterday, and she was also annoyed that he ran into her room again with such rudeness. However, she did not dare to say much and could only teach him honestly.

After teaching one book in two hours, it was time to practice breathing exercises.

Fang Han grabbed the delicate and soft wrist and used his internal energy to guide her through the energy, allowing her to successfully complete this record of internal energy.

Mrs. Wang no longer cared about anything else at this moment. She felt her inner strength flowing and gradually becoming stronger, and she showed a look of joy.

"It's still early, let's continue." Fang Han said softly.

In this way, time flies.

Soon another half month passed.

In the past half month, in addition to his daily routine of practicing the Beiming Divine Art, Fang Han has been constantly refining the Six Meridians Divine Sword and One Yang Finger.

The former has mastered all six sets of sword techniques to perfection, while the latter has gradually grasped the key points of acupoint pressing and healing methods.

It's not just half a month's work, it should be counted along with the three months of daily practice beforehand.

In addition to this, he would occasionally learn medical skills from Miss Cheng, and go to Mrs. Wang to "ask" for advice on the Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

In the room, Mrs. Wang was sitting upright in a lotus-colored skirt.

Outline a graceful and voluptuous figure.

Her beautiful face was white with a hint of rosy pink.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s gradually succeeded in practicing the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, but she’s become three times more beautiful and bright than before.

Madam Wang looked at Fang Han, frowning slightly as she said, "You just pronounced it wrong. The tone should be higher, and the tip of your tongue should be against the roof of your mouth, like this..."

As he spoke, he also demonstrated.

The red lips are gently pouting, delicate and graceful.

Fang Han listened carefully and read it again, and finally got it right.

Mrs. Wang saw that this part had been taught, so she started to practice it herself.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her soft hand and let Fang Han hold it in his palm.

Read through the tones, breathing in and out, until after two quarters of an hour, you have mastered it.

After finishing today's training, only the formulas in the last booklet are left.

Fang Han took the brush and wrote it down carefully.

He recorded the secret book of Xiao Wuxiang Gong in a normal way. The previous ones were really too difficult to understand, but it was easier to understand after sorting them out.

Mrs. Wang watched silently from the side, with a complicated expression and a dim gaze.

Seeing that he had finally finished writing, I couldn't help but pour him 4.5 cups of tea and asked, "You are such a powerful martial artist, why do you still need to practice this?"

Although Xiao Wuxiang Gong is a magical skill passed down to her by her mother, it is mysterious, profound and extremely powerful!

It is the best martial arts in the world!

But it also depends on who you compare yourself with.

Mrs. Wang had personally felt the other party's seemingly endless internal strength. Even though she had cultivated the small Wuxiang internal strength, it was still far inferior to his.

There is almost no comparison.