Chapter 10

Previously, when Liu was ten years old, he went back to the small courtyard to read the introductory formula. He read it very carefully and attentively, and soon recited all the contents above.

When the setting sun did not go, he began to refine his body according to the requirements of the book.

The initial is a variety of postures, followed by lunge and inverted bridge, and finally a set of boxing.

That set of boxing is not difficult, but it needs continuous force. If it lasts a little longer, his breathing will become extremely difficult and can't continue at all.

Just when he was ready to give up, his chest and abdomen moved suddenly, and his breathing entered a strange rhythm, which could perfectly match the power of his fist!

The breathing rhythm was really strange. It was long and short for a while. It seemed that there was no law. Liu was ten years old, but he was very familiar with it, otherwise he couldn't use it.

It was in a small mountain village. Jing Jiu taught him how to breathe.

Even until now, he didn't know that this breathing method was called Yumen breath, but he seemed simple and clever, but in fact, he knew very well what it meant.

Well nine said nothing and looked at him.

Liu shisui understood what he meant and quickly stood up.

At the entrance of the village, Jing Jiu took a look at him and knew that he was a natural seed among all the people, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen him.

This year, Jing Jiu didn't teach him more, but passed on the most basic Yumen breath.

Although the foundation is very important, Liu's ten-year-old Taoist seed is well protected. As long as the people of qingshanzong are not blind, they will not miss it.

But when Liu was ten years old, he found the beauty in it. Some of it was beyond his expectation. The child's understanding was better than he thought.

"You don't have to thank me." Well nine said: "you have taught me, just exchange."

Liu shisui thought, how can cutting firewood and cooking be compared with practice?

Jing Jiu added, "practice requires concentration and calmness. The hospital has its own deacons to deal with chores. You don't have to think about coming from time to time."

Liu shisui said anxiously, "young master, don't you want me?"

Jing Jiu doesn't like noise. He raises his hand to signal him not to say more. Looking out of the window, he finds that the area is not small. It's really troublesome to sweep. He doesn't want to be touched by strangers for personal things.

"It's up to you."

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Green leaves fall with the wind and go downstream with the stream.

Time is like water, and soon more than ten days have passed.

The outside disciples of nansongting practice hard day and night. They are very diligent. No one dares to relax.

On Yaping, young disciples can be seen practicing body, squatting, leaning on pine, and more boxing.

From early morning to dusk, there was a constant sound of boxing and shouting. In early summer, the leaves rustled and fell, and the birds in the forest were even more restless.

In the most prosperous places of boxing, we can vaguely see the transpiration of white smoke.

Looking at these pictures, Master Lu was quite satisfied. He thought that by the time of March, more than half of his disciples should successfully enter the initial state.

At this time, Liu shisui came out of the sword hall.

Master Lu looked at him with more satisfaction and a smile on his face. He thought he was a natural Taoist. He really lived up to his expectations.

According to his judgment, in a few days at most, Liu will be able to enter the realm of embracing God at the age of 10. According to this speed, in another year, the child will really be able to complete the realm of embracing God.

If nansongting can have a talented disciple who will enter the inner door within a year

When he thought of the elder martial brother Meng on Shangde peak, his desire became stronger and stronger.

If it weren't for good luck to meet Zhao Layue, how could senior brother Meng have such luck.

LV Shi's eyes moved with Liu when he was ten years old. When he walked into the small courtyard, his smile suddenly narrowed and frowned.

The courtyard belongs to Jing Jiu.

Neither he nor those outside disciples knew what Jing Jiu had done in the past ten days.

After noon, I will see Jing Jiu lying in the sun on a bamboo recliner. I don't know where the bamboo recliner came from.

Master Lu felt more and more that he was out of sight.

But what really displeased him was not the poor of Jing Jiu, but that Liu still regarded himself as Jing Jiu's schoolboy or servant at the age of ten.

With the attention of the sect and the immortal master and the respect of his fellow disciples, Liu was ten years old and was still taking care of Jing Jiu's daily life like in a small mountain village.

After hard practice every day, he has to go to the small courtyard to do a lot of chores.

Whenever I see this picture, both Master Lu and his disciples feel that Haosheng is absurd. Naturally, they are also unhappy with Jing Jiu.

According to the rules or habits of qingshanzong, generally, he seldom interferes with the cultivation of external disciples, but the idea in Master Lu's mind is getting stronger and stronger, and it is almost uncontrollable.

He didn't want the boy with only facial beauty to delay the most promising genius of Qingshan sect.

He wanted to find a suitable opportunity to separate the master and servant, and even considered whether he should find a reason to drive Jing Jiu out of the mountain gate?

In the dead of night, when Liu was ten years old, he returned to his yard, pushed the door and entered, and saw Master Lu standing in the court. He was a very clever boy. He soon guessed the immortal master's intention, and his face became a little pale. Seeing the change in his expression, Master Lu said, "it seems that I don't need to say anything more." Liu sipped his mouth at the age of ten and didn't speak. Master Lu didn't expect that he was so stubborn. He said in a deep voice, "how can a monk be a slave if he ignores fate and looks down on ordinary people?" Liu shisui bowed his head and said, "the childe has great kindness to me. I want to repay him." Master Lu frowned and said, "I don't care what disputes you have with him in the world. When I come here, I have to cut off all kinds of things with a sword. My Qingshan sect cultivates Kendo and holds the heart of the sword. Don't I have the power to make decisions?" Liu ten years old still lowered his head and said in a slightly trembling voice, "if the immortal master wants to drive the childe away, I won't practice." Master Lu was slightly angry when he heard the speech. He wanted to know how many mortals in the world dream of cultivating Taoism, but he had to give up all for others? But at the next moment, his anger turned into a faint appreciation. Why didn't Liu's decisive choice coincide with Qingshan sect's Kendo? Master Lu looked into Liu's ten year old eyes and said, "I will respect your wishes and will not forcibly drive him away, but you must understand that you are a real Taoist genius and should be far above your childe. Whether you can adapt to this change or not, the change has already taken place. One day, he will not keep up with you, separate from you in the clouds, and never meet again. I just hope that before that, you will not be dragged down too much by him. " With these words, he left the courtyard. Liu looked up at the age of ten, and the look on his little face was a little confused. The next moment, he looked at the yard shrouded by night and hesitated. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.