Zhutian: Integrating exercises, I will practice the strongest martial arts

sky.

A huge divine eagle spread its wings and soared high, its nimble eyes filled with extremely humane excitement.

On the back of the divine sculpture, Lin Wuye had an invisible force all over his body to isolate the turbulent air flow, and sat firmly on the back of the divine sculpture.

"Huh? That's..."

Lin Wuye seemed to have sensed something interesting, and slowly opened his closed eyes, and the next step was the grassland.

Guo Jing had just performed the martial arts drill taught to him by the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River, but obviously several masters were very disappointed with Guo Jing.

Guo Jing, who blamed himself and was angry at his stupidity, slammed his small hand on the ground, as if he didn't know the pain.

Seeing this scene, Lin Wuye couldn't help thinking of himself when he first practiced martial arts.

The same hard work, the same no progress!

No matter how much I cultivate, I don't always feel the despair when I make no progress.

That feeling almost broke him at the time.

Fortunately, there is a faceplate, otherwise he might still be a little ant with the first day after tomorrow!

"Forget it, Brother Diao, lower the altitude a bit."

The Divine Condor noticed Lin Wuye's change, and in the next second, Lin Wuye's voice rang in his ear.

For some unknown reason, it just descended silently.

cry!
The sound of the eagle's singing moved the sky, and the sound fell on Guo Jing's self-blaming heart, attracting his mind.

The honest and honest face couldn't help but look up. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it was a divine bird that he had never seen before.

Between the eyes, the pupils suddenly dilated.

"How can there be such a big bird!?"

This idea burst out of my heart.

"If you want to learn martial arts well, come to the back mountain at midnight tonight!"

But at the next moment, a mysterious voice that sounded like a fairy voice sounded in his heart.

"This is……?"

Guo Jing froze completely, the mysterious voice in his heart attracted all his attention.

"Want to learn martial arts well...tonight at noon...go to the back mountain?"

Guo Jing couldn't help repeating the words in his heart.

"Who is it!? Which senior?!"

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and shouted towards the surroundings.

But no one responded to him.

He was the only one under the afterglow of the setting sun, and a gust of cold wind blew past Guo Jing, waking him up.

A small hand as white as jade suddenly appeared, and gently patted Guo Jing's shoulder.

"Guo Jing, what are you doing here in a daze?"

A sweet voice sounded.

Guo Jing turned around.

Then I saw a little girl wearing a white Mongolian dress, with a delicate face, not much different from Guo Jing's age, looking at Guo Jing with a smile, her big eyes flickering, very cute and attractive.

"Hua Zheng, did you hear anything just now?!"

Guo Jing was slightly taken aback, but then he thought of the mysterious voice just now, so he asked a question.

"What's the sound? I just saw you standing here in a daze, without any sound."

Huazheng shook his head slightly, and nodded to Guo Jing with his little hand.

"Don't make trouble, Huazheng, did you really not hear?"

Guo Jing took Hua Zheng's little hand away and asked again.

"Ah, Guo Jing, why is your hand hurt, come back with me, I'll bandage it for you!"

Guo Jing's actions made Huazheng notice the injury on Guo Jing's hand, his little face showed a hint of distress, and he pulled it up nervously to check.

"You haven't answered me yet, Huazheng."

Guo Jing didn't care about the injury on his hand, he just wanted to know who the voice was just now.

"Oh, why are you still struggling with the sound? Have you become stupid after practicing martial arts? No sound, no sound, no sound after all!"

"Don't stand here stupidly, come with me to bandage the wound."

Huazheng was annoyed by Guo Jing's question, and dragged Guo Jing home while cursing.

Guo Jing was dragged away just like that, but he kept thinking about that mysterious voice!
…………

night.

The sky is full of stars, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the pure white moonlight sprinkles the entire grassland.

At this moment, Guo Jing was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep at all.

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?"

"No, that voice is real!"

Guo Jing suddenly sat up from the bed, still thinking about that voice.

"If you want to learn martial arts well, go to the back mountain. Should I go?"

Guo Jing was a little hesitant. At this moment, he looked at his sleeping mother on the other side.

He who bears the vengeance of killing his father, if he does not have advanced martial arts, he will not be able to take revenge!
Then I thought of the disappointed expressions of the Seven Devils of the South of the Yangtze River, and the appearance that no matter how hard I worked, I didn't make any progress.

His heart suddenly moved, "I'm going!"

A pair of eyes flashed brightly in the dark night, Guo Jing got off the bed lightly, and walked out of the tent quietly.

Whoohoo!
On the grassland, the temperature in the night was much colder than in the daytime. Guo Jing had just come out of the warm bed, and gusts of cold wind blew past him, and he felt his body trembling uncontrollably.

Tightening his thick clothes, Guo Jing walked towards the back mountain firmly.

…………

Back Mountain.

On a cliff about tens of feet high, a mighty divine statue stands on the edge of the cliff.

Beside it was Lin Wuye who was silently waiting for Guo Jing to come with his eyes closed.

Originally, in the original book, it was his elder brother Ma Yu who came to secretly teach Guo Jing Taoist martial arts.

However, that was when Guo Jing was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Now Guo Jing should be between eleven and twelve years old, which is much earlier.

Originally, he didn't come to the desert this time because of Guo Jing, but just happened to see him, and his heart moved, so he wanted to teach him.

It can only be said that Guo Jing's source of blessing is profound.

Being able to be taught by Quanzhen Sword Immortal, the number one in the world today, can be said to be the greatest opportunity in the world!
Of course, it all depends on whether Guo Jing is willing to come, if not, Lin Wuye doesn't care.

The opportunity is given, if this is not grasped, then no one can blame it.

"good."

Lin Wuye's sea consciousness sensed Guo Jing's figure, and he didn't waste his mood.

After about an hour, Guo Jing came to the cliff with trembling small steps.

"Senior! Guo Jing is here, where are you!?"

Guo Jing panted heavily, rubbed his little hands, and looked around in the quiet and cold back mountain.

"rise."

A familiar voice sounded, and Guo Jing's body was lifted up by an invisible force, and he flew slowly towards the cliff.

"Ah! This is...?!"

Guo Jing looked at his body suddenly rising in a panic, his face was at a loss, he didn't know what was going on.

"quiet!"

As Lin Wuye's voice fell into Guo Jing's heart, his mind seemed to have entered an infinite tranquility, his expression was no longer flustered, and calm was restored.

With Lin Wuye's current cultivation base, his voice is enough to affect any warrior below his realm.

Guo Jing slowly landed on the cliff, and when he saw the huge divine bird in the daytime again, he felt even more determined.

"Boy Guo Jing, pay respects to senior!"

Then, Guo Jing's mind was attracted by Lin Wuye's figure...