Mr. Lin was a trustee, and it didn't take long for someone to send a small package.

Perhaps it was because he felt guilty, or perhaps these superficial introductory martial arts were nothing to Mr. Lin, so he sent three books at once, which surprised Fang Yuan a little.

At this time, he sat cross-legged on the bluestone, followed by the flower fox marten, and carefully opened the title page of a secret book.

"Black Sand Palm?"

Fang Yuan first looked at the secret book as a whole and saw that the book was old and the font on it was vigorous and powerful, slightly blurred, with damaged edges and corners. It was obviously studied by countless generations, and it contained ancient meanings. It was simply an antique.

"I actually sent it here. It seems that Mr. Lin is not going to cheat me..."

When Fang Yuan saw this, he nodded in his heart.

Even if there is a small mistake in this kind of martial arts secret, the result may be very different. If you copy a new one, where is the original one better?

Just by stroking this ancient book, he knew that the warrior must have devoted a lot of effort to it.

"It's also...even the most superficial martial arts, as long as they can be widely circulated, they must have their own unique features!"

Looking at the other two books, they are similar to this one, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel ashamed of his own little thoughts.

He specifically asked the most widely circulated one, which is naturally for the convenience of verification.

Anyway, he didn't plan to practice any of the secrets given by the other party at the beginning.

After all, martial arts are no more powerful than others, and the knowledge in another world tells him that he is terrible to be possessed by the devil.

"Now it seems... it seems that some villain is in a heart..."

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment: "Besides, I still have medical skills. If I only study but not practice, I should be able to see some problems. In comparison, external skills and other things are better than internal skills. Even if there are traps inside, it is not easy to get into big problems..."

Although this is knowledge in another world, it does not prevent Fang Yuan from speculating.

Thinking of this, he put down the secret book in his hand and flipped through the other two books.

"Eagle Claws? It seems that the deacon of Guiling Sect, the cold-faced Iron Eagle, can do this kind of kung fu, but the other party can do it for 80% of the secrets, which is much better than the ordinary version of the streets..."

Among the three secret books, two are external skills, but the last one is an unknown martial art. It also emphasizes how to temper oneself and increase its ability to resist strikes. It seems that there are some breathing skills. According to the author, practicing until it reaches a great success and holding it in one breath is enough to deal with the blows of ordinary blunt objects.

In the package, there is also a small note, writing the origin of three secret books.

"The Black Sand Palm was written by Kou Feng, a boxer in Qinghe County. It is the most widely circulated and is presented to the disciples."

"The Eagle Claws, presented by Zhuangke Meng Yuan, is the most common foundation. If you want to practice to a profound level, you need a specific internal skill and mental method!"

"The last book is the most superficial qigong. No, it's just a summary of some breathing and beating techniques. Even the original author has no name, so it is called hard qigong..."

...

Fang Yuan finally confirmed when he saw this. These three martial arts are indeed the worst-case goods, and none of them are the best.

Of course, no matter how superficial martial arts are, they are a set of inheritance and are trained through hard work. If ordinary people get one of them, they can barely settle down and pass on their lives, so they are still more cherished.

If you exchange a 60-year-old red ginseng for this, it can only be considered as either a loss or a profit.

"And... there is no filth, damage, or modification... Mr. Lin still has sincerity."

Fang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and began to read carefully one by one.

Before I knew it, half a day passed, the sunset gradually subsided, and the orange-red light spread across the earth.

“Gee!?”

"Great?"

The flower fox marten next to him saw Fang Yuan staring at the secret book with all his concentration, curiously leaning over his little head, but the characters on it were like a heavenly book for it, dizzy, and finally gave up and jumped into the dense forest lightly. Not long after, he dragged a fat hare over and placed it at Fang Yuan's feet, staring at him with a stare at him, and a hook seemed to appear in his black pupils.

"Haha... I know how to eat!"

Fang Yuan closed the last secret book of hard qigong, and immediately saw this flower fox marten, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The night gradually became hazy.

Next to the fire, Fang Yuan peeled the hare all the skin, applied sauce and baked it, pulled another front leg, and threw the rest to the impatient flower fox marquis. He was silently thinking about what he saw from the secret book today.

'The martial arts in this world seem to be much better than the dream world... and systematic and standardized... For example, the Black Sand Palm and Eagle Claw Technique are pure external skills. They use drugs to stimulate the body, while the internal skills focus on breathing methods and qi-driven routes. More advanced ones include visualization of the spirit... No matter any skill, there are specific and consistent levels, that is, the twelve levels of the Golden Lock and Hydroloc!'

This noun was repeatedly mentioned in the three secret books. After careful study, Fang Yuan finally barely understood the meaning.

"According to the concept of martial arts in this world, the human body is a treasure with infinite potential, but there are many levels that limit the use of power. The way of martial arts is to break through this level one after another and continuously explore its own potential!"

As mentioned in the secret book, there are twelve levels in this kind of level within the human body, collectively known as the twelve levels of the Golden Lock and Chonglou.

Every time a warrior breaks through the level, his strength will increase to varying degrees, and the later he reaches the stage, the more terrifying it becomes.

After breaking the twelve levels in a row, it is the realm of "Wu Zong"!

Even if such a person is included in the Lingzong, there is only one person.

"The twelve levels inside the body...it sounds similar to the descriptions of the twelve serious meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, etc. in medical skills. The initial martial arts practice was actually the process of Chongmai?"

"The twelve levels are the twelve levels of realms. Only after breaking through one by one can you achieve the realm of Wuzong! Is that girl Lei Yue so talented?"

After a little understanding of the difficulty, Fang Yuan immediately became a little confused.

In his impression, that girl’s martial arts talent is so terrifying?

"But I couldn't see it at that time. But the master should have noticed something. The marriage was a bit strange..."

When he thought of the lay Buddhist inquiring, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

The old guy was really good to him. He thought about everything for him, but he passed away a little too early.

If I lived until now and saw Mr. Lin’s face, I don’t know what kind of expression it would be?

As soon as I thought about it, the rich roasted rabbit meat in my mouth suddenly disappeared.

Fang Yuanyi stood up in delight, tidied up again, and started making tea in the moonlight.

In this tea ceremony, commemorating the lay Buddhists with great concern is his unique way of commemorating them.

"Shit!?"

The flower fox beside him seemed to understand, but he seemed to feel the sadness in Fang Yuan's heart, and he did not play like usual.

...

The valley is deep, and there is no sun or moon in the mountains. I don’t know how many times have passed, one morning.

Fang Yuan got up early as usual, after drinking morning tea, he began to go to the fields to farm.

In the Hongyu rice fields, rice seedlings grew waist-high, and even heavy rice ears formed at the top, causing the rice seedlings to bend down.

Fang Yuan melted the spiritual fertilizer, merged it into the mountain spring water, poured into the rice fields, and suddenly sparkled with a fragrant smell.

"Hehe!"

"Hehe!"

Next to it, the flower fox marquis jumped up and down, looking very excited.

Although it looks down on the rice seedlings that have just grown, the red rice that is almost mature now makes it very excited.

"Remember, don't eat it secretly!"

For this reason, Fang Yuan had to solemnly warn it, and repeatedly promised to increase the amount of tea every day, and finally he could barely comfort it.

"There were not many rice seeds before, and it would be quite good to harvest dozens of kilograms this time. However, after this time, the rice seeds can be continued and the planting scale can be expanded next time..."

Fang Yuan was very happy.

In fact, the growth of this batch of red jade rice was beyond his expectations, and the growth cycle was astonishingly short.

First, this must be the spiritual fat brought by the flower fox marten, and second, it is also due to his own planting technique bonus that such an incredible miracle happened.

"Flower Fox Marion, don't worry, after harvest, you will definitely be given a full meal! After all, there is also your contribution to it!"

Fang Yuan stroked the furry marten's fluffy head and comforted him: "There is also spiritual tea, and it's almost the second time it's time to grow tea..."

He had a smile on his face and his heart was filled with joy of harvest.

After a daily routine inspection, Fang Yuan came to the temple again and looked at the secrets placed side by side on the desktop.

"I have memorized these three techniques and argued with my own medicine and my dream memory. There seems to be nothing wrong with it... Then practice it?"

A hint of eagerness flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes, but then he shook his head: "No! It's not safe! It seems that I'm really a scared person. For the sake of the present, I can only go to the county town again, spend the price, buy a copy, or pass it on to practice..."

The secrets of martial arts are not ordinary things, and Fang Yuan is not sure if he actually operates them.

"That little thief is inside!"

"Around him, don't let him run away!"

"Quick, get on!"

...

Suddenly, a noise came from outside the valley, making Fang Yuan frown.

"What's up?"

He opened the courtyard gate and immediately saw a group of people coming in from the valley entrance with a fierce momentum. The leader was the arrogant lady Zhou Wenxin.

"You little thief!"

Seeing Fang Yuan, Zhou Wenxin's new and old hatreds suddenly became popular, and even his voice became sharp: "You bully me first, and use fake medicine to harm my father later. You can't surround you today, let me get it!"
Chapter completed!