Chapter 3

Then, two days later.

In addition to taking care of Ling Xiao's diet, Meng Xiyun also spends an hour or two chatting with him these days. Ling Xiao is more and more fond of this considerate mother. Ling Zhan also comes to see his son every day, but he doesn't talk much, but they drink a lot of wine. Looking at his haggard, decadent and self abandoning father, Ling Xiao almost can't help passing on three points to him, but he still restrains his impulse.

That night, Ling Xiao meditated as usual. After two days of accumulation, Ling Xiao was sure to get through the first meridian.

The three kinds of inner strength are constantly transformed and separated, and the heat flows up from Yongquan cave. The heat emitted makes Ling Xiao smoke behind him, which makes him look a bit ethereal.

After half an hour's saving, the heat streams gathered together and became a strong, turbulent and rapid heat stream. With a roar, they rushed to the long blocked pass above.

"Ah" Ling Xiao screamed, the sweat of Dou Da dripping from his determined face, the pain of the cone heart, made him miserable.

For the first time, he failed to pass the test. Only the pain like a stab made him suffer.

"Damn, I don't believe that I can't even get through the first channel." Ling laughs and scolds. He strengthens his faith, turns his hands, speeds up his breathing, condenses the heat flow again, and rushes up again.

Boom.

"Ah.".

Second failure!

Boom.

"Ah.".

Third failure!

Until the eighth time, Ling Xiaohou's lips had bitten blood, and his face was very pale, but his pretty face was unyielding.

The eighth shock.

"Boom".

Click.

The river like heat wave finally broke away from the shackles, separated countless small heat flows, and began to spread all over the body. It lasted for two minutes before the heat flow stopped. It should be the second channel of obstruction.

At the moment, Ling Xiaochi's body was full of sweat, as if it had been steamed just now, and his whole body was still faintly red.

Ling Xiao jumps out of bed, squints her eyes, and feels very comfortable. He opened his eyes and looked at the clenched fists. The peach blossom eyes were full of spirit, and the whole person looked more energetic than before.

"Ha ha, finally succeeded." Ling Xiao wiped his sweat and laughed. His face was full of joy, just like the feeling when he first cultivated his internal power in his previous life. This feeling can't be expressed in words.

"If you go on like this, you should be able to repair all the twelve regular veins in three months," Ling said to herself with a smile.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiaoer, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Outside the door came the words of mother Meng Xiyun's concern.

Ling smile for a while, didn't care to put on clothes, went over to open the door, to look worried dream, Xi cloud way "Niang, I'm OK".

Meng Xiyun looks at his son up and down. He doesn't seem to see anything unusual. He feels that his son is very thin. He touches his son's chest and says, "Xiaoer, I see you are so thin. Tomorrow, my mother will give you a sacrifice. Then I will buy you something good to mend your body.".

Ling Xiao was touched by Meng Xiyun's fingertips, and her body trembled slightly. She shrunk back, showing a shy smile and saying, "mother, men and women give and receive each other...".

"Po Pu" Meng Xiyun lightly covered her lips and said with a smile, "you child, you are born of your mother, and your mother hasn't touched it. Well, you are sweating. Go to wash and go to bed early.".

"Is Niang, you also early rest" Ling smiles to nod a way.

Dream Xi cloud with a strange look at the son, full of doubt: is the son enlightened? I haven't laughed since that two years ago, and I seem to know a lot. Forget it, as long as my son is safe, I won't ask him. Then he turned and left.

Ling Xiao looked at her mother and said in her heart, "mother... Wait, your good days are not far away.".

A night without words, the east gradually white!

In a hundred square yard, there are several trees planted, some potted flowers just open, and a stone table and several stone chairs nearby. The simple environment is full of fresh air, which makes people feel excited.

Wearing simple clothes, Ling Xiao started his first day of martial arts training in the courtyard.

In his previous life, he had practiced all the moves of paiyun palm, Fengshen step and Tianshuang boxing thoroughly. Now he just wants to use them again, which is not difficult in theory. Unfortunately, now the body is too weak, so Ling Xiao is not eager for success, but chose to practice Bu Jingyun's famous footwork "cloud trace phantom"."Cloud trace phantom", such as ghost shadow, such as virtual cloud shuttle, unimpeded but elusive in the crowd.

Although Ling Xiao has opened a channel now, he has a weak internal force, which is enough to support him to make the escape step come out first.

Now, he is similar to ordinary people. Of course, he has to learn how to escape first. If he is bullied again, he can still escape!

Ling Xiao according to the understanding of the previous life, closed his eyes, feet according to some mysterious position. At first, I didn't think there was anything out of it. After further observation, I found that the footwork was a little strange. After careful observation, it was amazing. See Ling Xiao random step out of the big, it seems that a step can take nearly two meters, the speed is very fast, the whole person appears smart and elegant.

Ling Xiao ran ten laps in the courtyard. She felt tired and stopped to breathe.

"It seems that we need to get through the twelve regular veins as soon as possible. This internal force can be ignored," Ling Xiao sighed.

After a few minutes of rest, Ling Xiao did not continue to practice footwork, but practiced the first move of paiyun palm, liushuixingyun.

"Flowing water flowing clouds" palm is round and continuous, like flowing water flowing like clouds. It's smooth and powerful. If you have deep internal power, you can play 981 palm in one second, with innumerable palm shadows. It's so unpredictable that your opponent can't fight back.

Ling Xiao once played 72 palms in one second, and with one move, he turned the well-known congenital master into mud