I am a hero in online games

Chapter 33 Practice ([-])

"A substitute for other martial arts...the Beiming Divine Art is so exquisite that it can be called unparalleled in the world. At present, there is no other martial art that can be called a substitute for the Beiming Divine Art."

He Ergou nodded. In fact, he can also think of this point. After all, as long as a person who has learned the Beiming Divine Art is willing, he has learned the martial arts of the world, and his internal energy is endless and never exhausted. Enemies die.

Xian Yunzi went on to say: "As for Tianshan Zhemei Shou, although it can't be extremely subtle and powerful, the existing 81-way Huagong Palm that I have sent out can also obtain its essence, and can transform hundreds of kung fus. "

"It still sounds very strong. After all, it can be used against many kinds of martial arts from various sects. Although it cannot win, it is still no problem to protect yourself for the time being..." He Ergou secretly thought, "I know this trick. It will be very convenient to travel in the rivers and lakes in the future, but let’s listen again.”

Xian Yunzi continued: "Let's talk about the Tianshan Liuyang Palm, this palm technique is the most powerful martial art of the Xiaoyao School, and it is also the most preserved martial art today. Palm. Although its power is not as powerful as Tianshan Liuyang Palm, it is still a strong and fierce kung fu, and its ethereal and invisible moves are not different from the original version."

"This sounds quite reliable. People as strong as Master are using it, so it must be a good skill." He Ergou thought.

"Besides Lingbo Weibu, the current version of martial arts is the peerless martial art - Extreme Shadow Step. Although it is not as exquisite and ornamental as Lingbo Weibu, it has a very strong offensive type. Although it cannot be used for Entangle the enemy, but have made great breakthroughs in attacking and running. It's just ashamed to say that the existing version of this martial art... even a teacher can't master it, and only one person in the world today has learned this skill."

"Isn't the Xiaoyao faction only master and... Uncle Jingleizi? That person is, Uncle Jingleizi?" He Ergou became terrified. If Jingleizi would use this magic power, wouldn't he even be able to escape? There is no choice.

"It's not him," Xian Yunzi shook his head and said, "It's not my Xiaoyao Sect disciple who knows how to perform martial arts."

He Ergou's eyes widened in amazement: "How can I pass on my Xiaoyao Sect's supernatural powers to disciples of other sects?"

In He Ergou's understanding, the sense of sects in the world of martial arts should be very strong. The essence of each sect's martial arts cannot be taught to outsiders in any case. Even many martial arts are only taught to disciples or disciples who have made significant contributions within the sect. It is only passed down from generation to generation among gang leaders.

This extreme shadow step sounds like the No. [-] light kung fu of the Xiaoyao Sect, but even two master-level figures in this sect can't even know it, but it is passed on to outsiders?

Xian Yunzi explained: "This matter has to start 15 years ago. At that time, he was still a boy in his early ten years, and Jing Lei and I were already knights in our thirties."

As Xian Yunzi began to recall, He Ergou's eyes began to change again. In front of his eyes was no longer the training ground in the back mountain of Xiaoyao Valley, but Xiaoyao Valley 15 years ago.

"This game is really humane. Every time Master recalls it, he shows me the CG..." He Ergou complained in his heart.

In Xiaoyao Valley 15 years ago, an old man with white beard was sitting at one end, talking to a young boy with green pheasant.

"Son, what's your name, where is your home? Why do you want to worship under my sect?" asked the old man with white beard.

"I have no family. I haven't seen my parents since I was born. An old blacksmith in the city raised me for seven or eight years. Later, the old blacksmith passed away, and I lived by picking up waste."

He Ergou couldn't help feeling sad for the child's tragic life experience, but looking at the child's appearance, there didn't seem to be any sadness or resentment in his tone, he just said these things in a flat tone, and he seemed to have a strange magic power, He Ergou could even vaguely feel the hidden happiness in his heart.

"It's so miserable, what is there to be happy..." He Ergou was a little puzzled.

"My father and mother didn't give me a name, but I named myself. My name is Ren Shukuang." He Ergou couldn't help but think of Mr. Houcun's sentence "Looking at Shukuang with clapping hands and laughing. It doesn't matter if you are sparse, and you are crazy." Why not."

"This name is really wild and unruly." He Ergou thought like this, and thought of his own name again, and couldn't help falling into silence.

"Hahahahahahaha, okay!" The white-bearded old man suddenly laughed while stroking his hands, "Ren Shukang! What a name! What a boy! Hahahahahaha!"

Ren Shukuang continued: "I came to you to learn art from a teacher, so that I can enjoy myself in the Jianghu and have the ability to do what I want to do."

"Oh?" The white-bearded old man pretended to be angry and looked at the little boy in his early ten years old, "You want to learn martial arts, instead of doing justice for the sake of being a chivalrous man, but doing nothing for your own happiness?"

"I'm here for my own happiness, but not for doing nothing. What's the point of living if you don't want to be happy? If you're not happy, what's the point of being a hero?"

The old man with white beard smiled until his eyes were narrowed, and he kept nodding.

"Uncle, I'm back."

At this time, a familiar voice sounded, and a young man with vicissitudes in his bones appeared in He Ergou's sight.

It was Xian Yunzi in middle age.

At this time, Xian Yunzi has already experienced the sacrifice of his master and the betrayal of his younger brother, and all the blows have made him grow into a mature person with vicissitudes and emotions.

And that white-bearded old man is his uncle, another disciple of the previous Xiaoyao Sect.

According to the rules of the Xiaoyao Sect, each head can only accept two disciples, and the other who has not become the head cannot accept apprentices.

But early this morning, this little boy in his early ten years who called himself Ren Shukuang came uninvited and wanted to worship Xian Yunzi's uncle as his teacher.

According to common sense, the uncle should not do such things that violate the canon, and Xian Yunzi should also stop the uncle.

But the uncle saw that this boy was so detached and free and easy at such a young age, which naturally matched the word "Xiaoyao", and he was a rare and predestined person.The uncle was overjoyed to find his apprentice like this, so he planned to disregard the rules and accept him as a disciple.

Xian Yunzi is already the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, and should be in charge of all affairs. At this time, he also understands the true meaning of "Xiaoyao". Seeing that Ren Shukuang is like this, he is naturally happy, and he readily allows his uncle to accept him as a disciple .

In this way, Ren Shukuang worshiped under Xianyunzi's master uncle, but due to the opinions of the world, he only learned the Xiaoyao martial arts, and did not have the name of a Xiaoyao sect disciple.

From then on, the uncle taught Yu Ren Shukuang what he had learned in his life without reservation.Ren Shukuang is extremely intelligent by nature, and has a temperament of doing whatever he wants. He wholeheartedly likes the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, so he has made rapid progress in learning them. Within a few years, his martial arts will catch up with Xian Yunzi.

Later, Xian Yunzi's uncle died, and Ren Shukuang also planned to fulfill his wish after observing his filial piety.From then on, with the sword to the end of the world, there is no limit to freedom, when the wind is gentle, you can feel comfortable, and when the wind and rain are blowing, you can stop feeling melancholy.

For a long time, he haunts restaurants, brothels, casinos and other places. He loves to listen to music and watch operas, and also learns to play the piano and sing songs. Putting pen to paper into a poem sighs the snow, the moon, the wind and the flowers.

When the road is rough, he is a chivalrous man who draws his sword to help, and when he encounters a treacherous villain, he tries to tease him. Life is free and happy.

In this way, Ren Shukuang sees the head and sees the end all day long, walking around the world with a sword and a smile.

Only then did He Ergou understand why he was the only one who knew the lightness kung fu of the Xiaoyao School-this person's life is the real Xiaoyao.

(End of this chapter)