Chapter 151

Li dingxun disappeared in people's view.

The second young master, the third young lady, and the fourth young master of the Shixiang sect are all very famous. They have practiced martial arts well since they were young, and they are famous both in the pure land and in the rivers and lakes. But when people ask about the eldest young master, they say they don't know.

Lion Prime Minister Li's eldest brother, people know nothing about his recent situation. But what is particularly reassuring is that his comments on the interior of shixiangmen are also very general.

When it comes to the eldest son, most of the members of the Shixiang sect are perfunctory by saying "weirdo" or "trash" in a low voice.

Every month, shixiangmen has an internal examination, which is screened by fighting. Seven adults will be judged unqualified, and then they will be punished. The lower the ranking, the more severe the punishment. Although they are all arranged to practice hard, they will suffer the most. Almost every year, there are disciples who die suddenly in training or commit suicide because they can't bear it.

What about the Lord's son? He has never participated in any assessment, and can enjoy the most top-level resources. All the skills are open to him.

Some people will not like it.

However, the dignity of Li piguang and his wife and Shi Minghua, the deputy head of the sect, cannot be questioned. So the sound of complaining is lower than the buzzing of mosquitoes.

In the eyes of the doorman, his eldest son is a partial talent.

Whether it's horizontal training, unique skills, body method, or hard Qigong, he can learn it exactly. But when it comes to the mental method of visualizing the divine will of the lion, it becomes extremely stupid.

He is like a piece of iron, hard enough, but without a real blade, he can't be called a weapon. When he is used against the enemy, he can only rely on smashing. This kind of means is enough to deal with ordinary experts, but it will be very difficult to fight with those experts who know the profound.

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Fifteen year old Li dingxun, nine feet tall, with black hair hanging down to his waist and wearing a simple training suit, stood in the yard and slowly fought.

It's a very simple four moves. It's an entry-level move of tuishan palm.

Even if it was such a crude martial art, Li dingxun was still practicing it very seriously. The essence of pushing mountain palm was a force. If it broke out, it would be a success.

At the beginning of the year, Li dingxun became a great master of Shenyi, and his external skills were at the peak. Come back to practice foundation, can be regarded as a strategic position, a simple strength has evolved into thousands of varieties.

However, no matter what, it's just the adjustment of leisure time. In fact, he doesn't care much about whether his martial arts are strong or not. He prefers to sharpen his own feeling.

From the moment he made up his mind to be a stone, he tried not to let his subjective emotions affect his moves.

A move is a move.

There is no joy or boredom.

People who have seen Li dingxun practice martial arts say that his fist, like his people, is silent and cold.

October 15.

It's not a strange day. Maybe the full moon is a scenery, but every month there will be a full moon.

However, Li dingxun knew that this day was very important to him.

The old ghost told him that as long as he opened the top wheel, he would spread the true meaning of Xumishan.

But the old ghost didn't tell him that to open the top wheel, you need to practice the supreme yoga of the first level of God.

Van me and one.

For Li dingxun, it seems that there is no bottleneck in the cultivation of internal power. As long as he practices step by step, he can reach the realm that people in the Wulin dream of. This is the talent that makes the old ghost Marvel many times.

However, no matter how smart people are, they need to practice hard.

It is the internal skill and moves of the two top sects in the world.

It took Li dingxun ten years.

Practice hard in the daytime and in the pure land at night.

Twenty years has brought up a super strong man.

In the old devil's mouth, it's just a good sentence.

"The fourteen venerable masters are all top experts. Some of them have achieved your present achievements at a very young age, because they are closest to Bodhisattva and Brahma."

"Is Bodhisattva Brahma?"

"No, but Bodhisattva seems to want to be Brahma."

"How do you know?"

"From the pure land." The old ghost sighed with vicissitudes on his face, "the pure land is improving little by little. In the future, it can even let people enter, maybe already. With universe and reincarnation, why is it different from a real world? "

Li dingxun sat in front of the stone wall in silence.

"You haven't got the Epiphyllum seal, have you?" The old ghost suddenly said, "in the past ten years, you have been able to pick Epiphyllum so many times, but why not?"

"The flowers grow on the roots and the roots are in the soil. This is nature. Why should I break it?"

"No wonder..."

"No wonder what?"

"Go and pick one. Get your little pure land. "

"I thought the pure land of the holy way was so big that it could hold me alone."

"Not the same. Epiphyllum is a gift from Bodhisattva to the world. " The old ghost said with a smile, "go and pick the Epiphyllum. I'll tell you Xumi's spirit."

Now it's a little hard to refuse.Li dingxun got up and jumped out of the grottoes.

All over the mountain, every flower is so beautiful, for a moment, it's a little hard to start, just like a piece of exquisite dessert, I don't know where to eat the first bite.

So I grabbed one at random.

The petals whirled and flew into his eyebrows.

The next moment, he appeared in a blank square.

The sky is still dark purple, the ground is a pure white, completely flat, looking around, you can see the straight horizon.

It's not the same.

It's no longer the feeling of dreaming.

Li dingxun clenched his fist and told him that he was not in the pure land.

In another space.

The old ghost said that it was true to let people enter. Li dingxun went in and out of his little pure land many times, and even carried some things. Sure enough, this is a real world.

It is said that the little pure land is the place where he wants to succeed, but Li dingxun tried again and again. From meditation to shouting, he didn't see things out of thin air as he imagined.

By this time he had fully understood.

Bodhisattva gives such a rich gift to the venerable in the pure land of the holy way.

One flower, one world, such a Zen, really amazing.

If the Bodhisattva has such supernatural power, what kind of power will the Buddha be as his substitute in the world? What is his Xumi palm like?

The Vajra sect has a similar name, the four God palm of Xumishan, but the old devil himself admits that compared with the palm technique of Buddha, it's a piece of stinky shit.

Soon to appreciate this extraordinary martial arts, Li dingxun's heart, like a stone, fluctuated slightly.

The old ghost looked at the tall man in front of him.

I can't stop smiling.

This kind of smile is strange.

Different from his usual arrogance, banter, ridicule and complacency.

The old ghost laughed happily.

For the first time in ten years, Li dingxun saw him smile like this.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh, my disciple will be the Second Buddha and the first in the world. Isn't it worth our pleasure?"

"Can a little bit of Xumi's sincerity make me a Buddha?"

"Of course not. You will only be the dust raised by the Buddha's feet, but even this little dust is enough to beat those stinky birds in the river's lake to hell!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The expression on the old ghost's face is still like that, grinning, but the eyes are very calm, "I only hope you can do one thing."

Something's wrong.

There's something wrong with him. Li dingxun said to himself.

"Plant this Epiphyllum all over the world."

"What do you want to do?"

The old ghost didn't answer, but suddenly made a roar, "this is the tribute of the 36th generation of King Kong of Wuliang sect!" He raised his right hand.

Li dingxun's chest was rolling, the air was shaking in his vocal cords, but his words were swallowed by the light.

"Xumi - Divine palm!"

When the tribute burned, it turned into a square pyramid with four edges and rushed at Li dingxun.

Strong light.

Golden, full of quality light.

Li dingxun remembered that he was kneeling in front of the king of Gongbu, and his palm was rubbing his head.

No texture, like gossamer and clouds.

But now, it's so heavy.

In the golden torrent, Li dingxun's iron body was constantly broken, and he was reorganized under the power of pure land.

There is no pain.

It's just that.

It hurts a little.

My heart aches.