After a conversation, Mu Dao Ren turned around and left, missing for a moment.

Bai Ze ignored where he went, and stood by the pool, smacked his lips, tilted his head, and kept recalling every word and every word that Mu Taoist had just said and confirmed it one by one with the boxing principles reflected in his seemingly simple "Eight Sections of Health Preservation Brocade".

While savoring, he kept making gestures on his hands and feet, and involuntarily poked his iron arm and slowly punched him from beginning to end.

The circle of martial arts is very small and large. Although you can see some superficial skills everywhere, you can pass on thousands of scriptures and a true sentence. Whether it is an external or an internal, whenever it involves the most substantial part of boxing, boxers since ancient times will not easily teach them without exception.

Although Bai Ze knows very little about internal martial arts and only knows some basic knowledge, although the theory of boxing is different from inside and outside, the principles of boxing are different and the same paths are achieved. When practicing to the superior state, they are the same.

Combined with some of the principles of Mu Dao Ren's boxing, combined with the experiences of the two fighting before, Bai Ze did not distinguish between time and place at all, and was addicted to his own world in a blink of an eye.

The fierce and domineering five-step thirteen-shot foot, the unpredictable eagle claw iron cloth shirt, and even he stayed up all night yesterday, but he didn't get much. The "one palm and four postures" that evolved were all released one after another, with hands and feet coming out, and they were moving forward and retreating forcefully. The changes between the palms and fingers actually changed dramatically at this moment.

The strength is firm and soft, and the action contains true strength, which is much more invisibly stronger than last night. After several consecutive times, the body movements vaguely felt a bit like the Mu Taoist when he was just boxing.

I don’t know how long it took, Mu Dao Ren turned from behind the hut and coughed, awakening Bai Ze who was wandering.

"Too much is not too much! Bai Ze, it's time to have a meal!"

Bai Ze frowned and raised his head to look at the sky. He saw that the sky light above his head had become much darker. He couldn't help but smile, pressed his empty stomach, raised his foot and greeted him: "From morning to now, there has not been a mouthful of water. Senior, why don't you come and greet me, I'm afraid I'll be hungry today!"

Just on the big bluestone where the two of them were talking just now, four or five rough clay pots were placed in a mess. They were enough, and there were meat and soup. There were also several fist-sized kiwis next to them. I don’t know where the Taoist got it.

The meat is all large, and it is brightly red and shiny. There are Chinese medicines such as Astragalus, wolfberry, and Sichuan Qiong. The strong medicinal smell cannot be concealed in the aroma of the meat. There are a few clay pots left, one containing half a can of clear soup. Three are unknown tubers, white and tender, with water droplets, and they look like they have appetite.

When Bai Ze stopped and walked over after hearing the sound, Taoist Mu had already arranged the food one by one.

"People who practice external kung fu have strong qi and blood, good digestion and absorption, and a large appetite. Fortunately, there are many wild deer on this mountain, which is the most nourishing. You should eat all these things! I have been fasting for many years, and I only drink some clean water occasionally and eat some fruit to fill my stomach!"

"It's just a pity for seniors. I haven't started a murder disaster for many years, but I'm broken for me today!"

Bai Ze did not see any restraint at all. He responded casually and sat openly at the Taoist's lower head. Although both sides could understand that this was just a transaction and there was no title of a master or apprentice, the Chinese people were kind to the courtesy, and martial arts practitioners followed the tradition. Although he had never been to the world, he also knew that Zhang You had other reasons.

He speaks casually, but he is not bad at all in etiquette.

Seeing this, Taoist Mu couldn't help but nodded in his heart. This kid was pure in character, free and easy, but not polite. If he hadn't been his own person now, he had too much murderous aura and had other opportunities, he would have been a good candidate to inherit his family's tradition.

It’s a pity that time is fate, everything is destined!! It’s hard to change.

"Heavenly loves the wise man. I teach him Yuan Gong's boxing and sword skills. I hope I'm not doing anything wrong!!"

The Taoist suddenly felt a little confused, and he felt a little panicked in his heart. He pinched his fingers to search, but he didn't know the reason. After thinking about it, he suddenly laughed and simply stopped thinking about it.

This trip to Emei was really wonderful for Bai Ze. He was struck by lightning in Qingyang Palace but was unable to die. Some other people's memories appeared out of thin air in his mind. Now he knows that the man is the legendary "White Ape Gong".

The wonder of opportunity is so strange that even he himself is still a little hard to believe in. Moreover, Mu Dao Ren also had to teach him the internal martial arts and sword techniques he had always dreamed of. Bai Ze naturally respected it and refused to lose his manners and acted in a junior manner.

I don’t know how long it took for the Taoist to eat this meal. In short, Bai Ze woke up and felt hungry. As soon as he sat down, he saw that the Taoist took a fruit and peeled it and ate it. He also let go of his hands and feet, and directly brought the pot of the soup, and gulped it and poured it into a slight scent. As a result, although the soup was thin, it was carefully cooked with fresh deer bones and deer blood. After drinking it in one sip, it not only tasted fresh and just right, but also nourished the vitality. As soon as he got a stomach, it immediately made Bai Ze moan with a comfortable moan.

"I didn't expect that my seniors lived in seclusion in the mountains and even made this delicious dish! This soup is really delicious!!"

"My school does not avoid meat and fish. I also have a lot of appetite when I was young. I can only be in my twenties. This cooking skills were developed at that time!! You have to practice this venison tonic later. You will eat more if you can."

Taoist Mu smiled.

"Of course there will be no left!" Bai Ze picked up a large piece of venison and swallowed it in one bite. He couldn't help but lit up again: "Good meat, this wild thing that grows to the ages is ten times better than that of home-fried ones. Today, the boy has been blessed by his predecessors and can eat such delicious food."

Although deer is a national protected animal, in addition to wild ones, there are many large deer farms that breed artificially. The yards in Yibei area were originally the royal hunting gardens of the Qing Dynasty for 300 years, and they had the habit of breeding various deer species. Bai Ze has practiced boxing since he was a child and has eaten a lot of venison meat. However, how can domestic deer that takes blood and antlers and loses a lot of essence and blood energy be compared to the wild animals born and raised in Mount Emei?

As soon as the food was in his mouth, Bai Ze knew that all the venison meat he had eaten before was vain.

At the moment, he realized the benefits, and he was not polite. There was no rice on the table, so he picked up the clay pot and ate it wildly. In less than a moment, he swept it all away.

Although he ate quickly and quickly, he was not worried about not being good for his stomach and intestines and unable to digest it. Bai Ze has been practicing boxing for so many years and is even more powerful in eating. He doesn't spit out bones when eating meat, but just stuffed it into his mouth, and it crunched and chewed it in a few bites. Eating more than ten pounds of meat in a meal is like playing.

Moreover, his eating method is not an exception. The physical constitution of people who practice martial arts is very different from that of ordinary people. The health principles applicable to ordinary people are almost useless when they put them on boxing masters like him. It is said that some martial arts masters during the Republic of China, after practicing boxing and kicking, they would eat all pigs and sheep when they move. The higher the outer kung fu, the more fierce they eat.

The fundamental thing is actually the four words "refining essence into qi". External martial arts are good at muscles, bones, and fur. Every day of practice requires a lot of nutrition. If you want to maintain progress and stability, you must eat hard.

For external boxers, the essence in refined essence into qi refers to food and nutrition. If the nutrition cannot keep up, no one can think of practicing kung fu well. Therefore, the saying that people often say in the past was to learn literature and martial arts with poverty.

How can I eat without money?

As for what Mu Taoist walked, it was not the same as Bai Ze. Even if he practiced it casually, he had practiced the internal martial arts of exercising qi and blood to the best state of refining the spirit and becoming weak and blood-changing. In addition, Taoist Xinzhai, sitting forgot, practicing, and health preservation, there was no impurity in his body many years ago. He no longer had to deliberately rely on eating to nourish himself. As long as he drank a few sips of water and some wild fruits every few days, he would naturally be self-sufficient.

So I was just aside, watching Bai Ze smiled and swaying the wind in the wind, eating all the things on the bluestone.

Nothing to say at a meal.

Next, Bai Ze moved his qi and blood, and began to listen to Taoist Mu tell him the "way of practicing Qi". He thought about it repeatedly, keep it in mind. After one time, he thought for three moments, and then told the things he didn't understand in his heart. The Taoist answered them one by one clearly.

At sunset.

Bai Ze was naked, without shoes, standing on the ground barefoot, squatting slightly with his knees, pointing his toes in front, tilting his chest and pulling his back, and stretching his arms forward, like a circle, with his palms facing each other, his eyes closed and his curtains, his whole body was like an old bear hugging a tree, with a faint breath between his mouth and nose, like a thin line, although weak, it was never-ending, silent.

Two hours later.

Bai Ze's movement has become a two-handed support style, with both feet parallel, shoulder-width as wide as the shoulders, palms cross the top of the head, and facing the sky left and right. Look straight, breathe naturally, swallow it into the abdomen in one breath, rolling and rolling only surging in the triple burner, stretching the neck, shoulders and back, spine swaying, and the whole body is like a monkey with a long body, and the breath is still immovable.

After another two hours.

Bai Ze stood on the ground with one foot, clutching on the bluestone, his arms were like wings resting on both sides of the ribs, only a straight line on the back of his neck, as he thrust and moved, and a trace of white air spurted out of his nose.

In this way, in a daze, it was midnight when the moonlight shone into the depths of the pool, and the light flashed and darkened. Mu Taoist also walked out of the hut.

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