In the early morning, in a house, Han Luo and the personal disciple of the weapon casting master frankly exchanged their experiences of secret energy. The young man thought something, got into thoughts, nodded frequently, and his eyes flashed with a light that opened his eyes.

This is what is said and done.

The secret of words is to use words to describe one's own experiences, to open the unknown's mind, let him suddenly enter this state, or to experience a side.

"There is not much difference between dark energy and bright energy. It is only in one mentality and the depth of kung fu. If you want to break through from bright energy to dark energy, the tempering of time may be indispensable, and the talent of your own nature is also indispensable, and the skill of hardening every day is also indispensable. More importantly, the word wisdom. In fact, the so-called realm is only between one thought, but the distance between this thought and that thought requires a long way to go."

"My master once said this..." Han Luo smiled gently and said to the young man named Chen Sheng, as if he was also commemorating the figure who had a swaying figure many years ago. The warrior in the black coat, said and taught by words and examples bit by bit. Until the highest level of "artistic conception" was passed on to Han Luo, Han Luo directly understood the meaning of "the highest level", and realized that with the realm of master, he had a side experience of the realm of transformation of "close to heaven".

But this side is enough.

All that is left is your own efforts.

Han Luo smiled: "My master once said that it is not difficult to attain enlightenment, but it is not difficult to attain enlightenment. It is a process that requires this process."

The young man raised his hand, and he was about to rise and pause, and stopped talking, as if he had realized something. He opened his lips lightly: "I have experienced this from my experience!" She smiled and signaled Han Luo to continue.

Han Luo smiled and did not continue talking. He raised his hand, poured a cup of tea in his hand, gave the other party a cup of water, poured it slowly, quietly in, elegantly back without a trace of fireworks, and then did not forget himself, poured himself a cup.

The young man was not in a hurry and waited quietly. While lifting up the small white porcelain tea cup with his fingers, he took a sip of the Mingqian tea purchased from Longjing Village, China, and then quietly waited for the young man's words.

The level of Kung Fu does not matter age.

This should have been the case since ancient times.

The so-called "learning is not first before and after, and understanding first."

After Han Luo tasted the tea in a cup of tea, he slowly passed on: "I searched for him for a long time, but when I looked back, my realm was as close as I could. This was also what I felt after entering the dark spirit. It turned out to be something I knew. Later, I thought about how to teach it to everyone, and after discussing with my companions' martial arts (referring to Xu Aobing, Chen Wuxiang, and Cao Qingyu.) I found that I could only give advice, but not give. Then I was helpless. I understood."

"There is something that cannot be expressed in words."

"Heart transmission!" The young man slowly said in his heart.

Han Luo looked out the window when he mentioned this. Perhaps even he, a master's student in philosophy, was helpless. So many subtle sentences and words with profound meanings could not express the whole picture of the realm in his heart. The organization of the language only revealed one or two. Compared with the whole picture of the realm, this really makes you look at a mountain, not the whole world. And as a realm of dark energy, you don't know the whole picture of dark energy.

The darkness is deep, only vague, there are things in it, and there is faith in it.

The young man asked in a silence, “Can this process be shortened?”

Han Luo chuckled, and his eyes gave people a firm and honesty: "The more hardships and setbacks you suffer, the greater your achievements. In the long run, shortening may not be a good thing. If you learn the hidden power of martial arts and the powerful things of the power of the power, it is really impossible not to give anything."

The young man wanted to speak but stopped, as if he understood something?

Han Luo said softly: "In this journey, there are countless tests to take. Perseverance, confidence, perseverance, understanding, morality, self-control, and control the heart." After that, Han Luo looked at Chen Sheng calmly.

Chen Sheng rubbed the cup carefully, silently speaking, and it was full of the feeling of infusion of the heart.

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Outside the window, the courtyard, at the other end of the center of the courtyard, the master of Xingyimen Gate Guardian, an old man whose real name is "Jing Xianghai", and an old man whose real name is "Xu Shanfeng", a retired elder in Hongmen, stood there and said softly: "How is this young man?"

"No," Xu Shanfeng said slowly, leaving while walking, "I'm very satisfied. I can give him the skills."

"I've given it to him." Jing Xianghaidao.

Xu Shanfeng turned around in shock, first glaring, then letting go.

"I knew you would be satisfied." Jing Xianghai smiled.

Xu Shanfeng raised his thumbs up: "You are amazing." After saying that, he left, leaving behind a handsome figure.

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"boom!"

The sound of steel smashing the furnace spread here.

"Boom!" Another sound, sparks seemed to splash everywhere.

The old man Xu Shanfeng had his upper arms naked, holding a casting hammer in his hand, and suddenly knocked it down. When he was near the iron shoe, he let it fall naturally and generate natural force.

Chen Sheng calmly watched Master casting utensils, even a pair of iron shoes.

Han Luo watched from the side and sighed in his heart: "The old man's grasp of human and natural forces has become a master among blacksmiths."

Xu Shanfeng didn't say anything, but only casts the iron shoes of whale towards the sea, bit by bit, and all his strength was revealed.

The whale looked at the sky above Xu Shanfeng's shoulders and said slowly in his heart: "There is still time."

"boom…………"

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The next day, early in the morning, the sun shone brightly and shone in the Conrow City, Texas, and the old and the young walked on the road to Buffalo in the north.

The connection between green and yellow!

Under the sunlight, the old man's "new shoes" flashed with bright glory. The young man beside him was also wearing a pair of "new shoes". In the Kangluo City, near the evening, Han Luo suddenly begged the old man named Xu Shanfeng to create a pair of iron shoes for himself.

One old and one green, just like that, each person and one pair of iron shoes, set off from the early morning in Kangluo City and walked to this area.

The mountain wind blows, the sound of forests sways, the sound of the jungle on the plains is very beautiful, and the peaks of Lianmai in the distance are not high.

Han Luo asked the words hidden in his heart. "Senior, what is the Great Hidden Power?"

"Big Dark Power!" The whale Xianghai smiled and looked at the sky: "Everyone has its own qualities, different wisdom and different types. Some people cultivate a bright body, and their hearts are calm and their minds are gathered. Some people cultivate a lot of desires and are dissatisfied, some people stop, some people are angry, some people are happy, and the world is different."

Han Luo seemed to be smiling, the senior's opinion is really this!

"Among the martial arts, the three stages of light and dark transformation are the realms that the generation of martial arts masters gathered in Beijing, seven hundred years ago to discuss. Light, darkness, transformation, and different strengths and weaknesses arise from different people. Although the realm is of the same quality, there are also different depths and shallows, so there are divisions of small Ming power, great Ming power, dark power, great dark power, transformation power, near heaven, etc.."

"If you step into the dark force and enter the magic force, you may not be able to understand the great dark force. If you enter the dark force, you may not be able to understand the great Ming force. Don't think that the bright force is not comparable to the dark force." The whale towards the sea.

Han Luo was shocked by this sentence. This was the first time he heard that the little master of the hidden martial arts in the martial arts world could not match the Ming Jin martial artsman?

"Don't use unbelievable eyes." Jing Xianghai chuckled: "Some martial artists cannot enter the dark energy due to their different state of mind or limited talent, but because of their extreme perseverance, they practice Ming energy hard and temper Ming energy. Once they enter the dark energy, they will put down the Ming energy and focus on the dark energy of their minds, and follow the shapes, invisible and breathless. Although they can also cultivate Ming energy at the same time, have you ever seen someone who has practiced Ming energy for forty years?" After saying that, he ignored Han Luo's shock.

"Forty years of Mingjin," Han Luo could not have thought of this, because he thought that in his half-life, his peers who had no experience in the darkjin, had already entered the Huajin and became the martial arts Qingmu, a master of the martial arts world, and were still fighting Mingjin. How torture and psychology were like this. Because he was young, he was exposed to people with different talents. Chen Dangxin, Cao Zhenglei, Shi Deli, Chen Wuxiang, Cao Qingyu, Xu Aobing, and Chen Wenxiang, who were not talented, how could he think that he could not enter the darkjin problem?

Han Luo sighed that as soon as he entered the martial arts world, he was exposed to the top-level martial arts and core masters. Therefore, at the top-level self, he had never experienced too many miscellaneous things in the Mingjin stage in the martial arts world, and many Mingjin martial artists were depressed for a lifetime and could not enter the threshold of the darkjin. He still knew this.

But I never thought that the sweating skills of the forty years of Mingjin stage.

After all, he is only a twenty-four-year-old young man, a stingy wood in the martial arts world.

"Have you seen this punch?" Jing Xianghai asked.

After saying that, he punched, and the wind was cold and he didn't use the power of dark force. Han Luo, who was beside him, had a little pain in his eardrums.

He had never seen a punch that was so pure, so simple, so clear.

Just one punch.

Ming Jinwu's punch.

But he had never seen such a punch!
Chapter completed!