Liang Yan curled his lips, walked to the roadside, stood on one foot with his left foot, hooked his right foot around his ankle, leaned his upper body back and hung in the air, supported his head with his left hand, and arched his back with his right hand. This posture was really weird, but Liang Yan seemed

After training for a long time, I just closed my eyes and said nothing, keeping this posture unchanged.

About an hour passed like this. Liang Yan changed his posture again, this time it was even weirder. He actually lay face down, with his left hand backwards to hold his head, and his right hand to hold his left knee.

If anyone were passing by and saw them, they would definitely point out these two people, but Liang Yan was already used to it. In fact, he had been training like this for a year.

Since the old monk took him out of the teahouse a year ago, he used his great supernatural powers to introduce qi into his body and helped him enter the first level of qi training, which could be regarded as his official start in cultivating immortality.

But since then, the old monk did not teach him the secrets of immortality as Liang Yan imagined. He only taught him eight weird postures. These eight postures can be said to be against human habits. They are as awkward as possible.

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But the old monk asked him to practice every day until he memorized the eight postures by heart, with no missing details. Then he asked him to make weird postures while following the unknown formula he taught in his mind.

At first, Liang Yan had doubts, but after a few days of posing in weird postures and following the formula, he found that all his bones and flesh seemed to be reborn, and he had infinite strength when running and walking. He gave up in joy.

doubted.

It's just that the postures taught by the old monk were too weird, and the old monk never explained them to him in detail, but only urged him to practice the exercises. Liang Yan was angry, so he named these postures randomly, such as the two postures he used to perform at first.

They are named "Napping Phase" and "Walling Phase", as well as "Swearing Phase", "Punch Phase" and the like.

The young man concentrated on practicing, while the old monk closed his eyes and meditated. The two were silent for a long time. When Liang Yan finally finished his work, the old monk slowly stood up, nodded at him, turned and walked up the mountain.

Liang Yan intuitively felt that the old monk seemed to have something on his mind when he came to Cuishan this time, but he never said much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask too many questions, so he could only follow behind him dully.

After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said: "Old monk, you have been teaching me for a year. Now can you tell me what kind of skills I practice?"

"Hunting Gong." The old monk said without looking back.

Liang Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately realized that he was angry that he gave random names to the postures he taught. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed:

"Wonderful, extremely seconds! This set of exercises of yours makes you either curse in the streets or roll around on the ground. You look like a street gangster. If you call it a gangster's skill, that's more appropriate! Hahaha!"

Liang Yan laughed for a long time, but saw no response from the front. Finally he couldn't help but asked: "Old monk, what are we doing here in Cuishan?"

The old monk's unhurried voice came from the empty mountain road:

"Find someone."
Chapter completed!