Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan wiped the sweat off his body with a towel.

He said: "It's not as mysterious as you say. The reason why I can withstand the beating of the wooden stick is that I have used a secret method to shrink the skin all over my body, and at the same time mobilized the strength of my whole body and hid it under the skin.

So when the stick hits my body, I don't feel too much pain.

This is just the first step of martial arts skin training.

If you practice deeply, your skin will be as hard as iron. Let alone a stick, even a magic weapon can be caught with bare hands."

When martial arts are practiced to the extreme level, you can indeed use a pair of flesh palms to fight against the magic weapon in the hands of others.

However, the key question is, how many people in ancient and modern times can endure the pain of body training and practice martial arts to the extreme level.

Shang Yongye asked, "Young Master, I thought you were just going to play for a few days, but I didn't expect you to stick with it for half a year.

Are you really planning to practice immortality and martial arts together?"

Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said, "I do plan to do this, but now my immortal realm is too high, and I have just entered the martial arts, the gap between the two is too big.

I just want to exercise my willpower and endurance by cultivating my physique. As for how far I can go in the martial arts in the future, it depends on fate.

It's rare that you all came out today, so I'll give myself a half-day off, let's have a few drinks together."

Everyone was very surprised to see that Ye Xiaochuan, a martial arts madman, actually gave himself a half-day off.

Since Ye Xiaochuan wanted to drink, he naturally had to accompany him to the end.

He didn't drink outside. Ye Xiaochuan asked a red-clothed disciple to prepare some wine and food and send them to his room to prevent these people from drinking and chatting and disturbing the young people practicing in the mustard cave.

It was night outside at this moment. Dugu Changfeng had finished dinner and gave himself a rare short vacation.

Since Ye Xiaochuan taught him the Heart Method, he has forgotten about women. In the morning, he followed Master Xu to study, and after lunch, he closed himself in the stone chamber to practice.

In just six days, he made rapid progress and reached the third level of the Hundred Meridians Realm of the cultivator.

Such rapid progress was actually within Ye Xiaochuan's expectations.

Dugu Changfeng's time to practice the Heart Method has been delayed. According to the experience summarized by the cultivation world for thousands of years, eight years old is the best age for practice.

Dugu Changfeng is almost twelve years old this year, more than three years late.

However, although Dugu Changfeng has not practiced the Heart Method in these years, he has been practicing boxing and kicking.

Just like Yang Shijiu when he first worshipped Cang Yun.

The martial arts foundation is very good.

So Yang Shijiu was able to jump five levels from a mortal to the flying realm in just one month after entering the door.

Of course, Dugu Changfeng's martial arts foundation is only one of the reasons for his rapid progress.

There is another important reason.

Ye Xiaochuan spent several years washing his marrow through the secret method recorded in the heavenly book, removing the impurities in his body.

This treatment is the same as Yun Qiyou.

When Yun Qiyou entered the human world, she was taken to the underworld by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to wash her marrow for a year, so this sickly person without any martial arts foundation made rapid progress in cultivation in a short period of time.

It can be said that he is a combination of Dugu Changfeng, Yang Shijiu and Yun Qiyou.

The road of cultivation opened up by Ye Xiaochuan for him can make him absolutely surpass all young people before he is a hundred years old, standing out among his peers like a crane among chickens.

Dugu Changfeng is also very satisfied with the speed of his cultivation progress. After dinner tonight, he held Aba and sat in the valley to enjoy the moon.

Of course, Miss Hu, who finally got the opportunity, naturally stayed by his side.

The three heads looked at the starry sky and talked a little.

Of course, the two little brats were talking, and the content was mostly related to cultivation.

During this period, not only Dugu Changfeng was practicing the mind method, but Hu'er also began to practice the mind method.

Since Ye Xiaochuan did not accept Hu'er as a disciple, and Hu'er did not enter the mustard seed cave, Qin Guichen taught her the mind method she learned.

However, compared with Dugu Changfeng's progress, Hu'er's progress was much slower.

He is still practicing the first level of breathing technique.

This made Dugu Changfeng laugh at him.

Watching the two people wrestling together, Aba, who had been in low spirits, suddenly showed a happy smile, and made a sound of Aba Aba from his mouth, and it was unknown who was cheering for him.

The two stopped fighting for a while.

Hu'er didn't know why she had a big red face, scolded Dugu Changfeng a "little bad guy", and ran away with her face covered.

Dugu Changfeng was like a monk who was at a loss, wondering what happened to Sister Hu'er.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, which is a bit similar to Ye Xiaochuan.

He turned to Aba and said, "Aba, when I learn to fly, I will be the first to take you to the sky."

Aba smiled, but there was some sadness in his smile.

He longed for the scene of being taken by Changfeng to travel the sky, how free and easy it would be.

But he knew that he would never wait for that day.

Looking at Dugu Changfeng's still childish face, Aba's eyes gradually blurred.

His sins had been redeemed long ago.

What Ye Xiaochuan said to him a few days ago also made him understand why Yang Juaner didn't kill him and why she was so hot and cold towards him.

In this world, the only person he couldn't let go was Dugu Changfeng.

Tonight, seeing Dugu Changfeng and Hu'er playing around, he finally realized that Changfeng had grown up and had a lifelong companion, so he didn't need to stay by his side.

Aba should have died after communicating with Ye Xiaochuan that night.

He held on for seven more days because he couldn't let go of Changfeng.

Now that Changfeng has grown up, the breath that supported him to live has dissipated.

In his blurred eyes, it seems that Changfeng's figure is getting more and more blurred.

Countless past events flashed quickly in front of his eyes, from infancy, to adolescence, to youth, to middle age... Many memories, he had long forgotten, and seeing those quickly flashing memory fragments, he remembered them again.

In a short moment, he seemed to have seen the trajectory of his life.

There are regrets in his life, many, many regrets.

The two biggest regrets, the first is that he can't see Changfeng marry and have children.

The second regret is that he was born with a disability and is a lame man. He can't fight with the enemy with a steel knife like the men in the tribe.

He always felt that if he was a healthy warrior of Nanjiang, he would have died long ago, died in Qinglong Valley, and died fighting with the enemies of the heaven.

What a pity... What a pity... He kept muttering these three words in his heart.

A gust of night wind blew, and the last few dry hairs on Aba's head were blown off and fell on Dugu Changfeng's cheek.

Dugu Changfeng was bragging to the starry sky at this moment, and suddenly felt itchy on his cheek. He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and found that it was a few hairs.

He had taken care of Aba for so many years, so he naturally knew that it was Aba's.

He laughed: "Hahaha Aba, you have lost a few more hairs, you really become bald... Hahaha... Aba... Aba... Aba!"

Dugu Changfeng's laughter disappeared, and the shouting became louder and sharper.

Aba couldn't hear anymore, he closed his eyes, his head drooped on the mouth of the jar, tilted his head, and seemed to fall asleep peacefully.