C94

The disciples of the Great Rock Peak were the first to leave the palace. The last time, Zhen Xian, who had been confined for a month (for revealing information about the dao, as punishment), was a little pitiful at first, but then he saw Zhu Ci, who was at the very end, and became angry. Just as he was about to teach his disciples a lesson, he caught sight of Fan Jian, Song Lianjie, and the other disciples walking towards the entrance of the palace with evil smiles on their faces.

After he finished speaking, he ignored the others and started circulating his Qing Gong by himself. The disciples only saw a yellow flash of light and the ball of flesh kept bouncing back and forth between the trees in the forest. It moved swiftly and nimbly, heading down the mountain.

He did not know if it was because he was sore or tired, but after returning to the top of the mountain with a group of disciples from the Nine Dragons Peak, he found that the mountain was extremely poor. Other than the fact that the 'Enlightenment Temple' was made of trees, the other rooms were made of yellow mud and had fewer buildings. He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or laughing idiotically, but he couldn't stop. When he thought about the idiots that would appear under his tutelage in the future, and how they were originally in a bad mood after being locked up, he felt even worse. When he had just gotten up, he arranged a disciple to take Zhu Ci to the dormitory in the Great Rock Mountain.

After arranging everything, it was already past dinner time, and the sky had already darkened. Chu Ci, along with the other three boys who had just arrived from Mount Tai, had finished their meal in the kitchen and returned to the dormitory.

On top of the mountain, behind the dormitory on the cliff was a bamboo forest. At the edge of the cliff was the two story Scripture Pavilion, and further inside were scattered houses. The houses of the junior disciples were all here, and this group of houses were the most important and the most important of them all, the "Audience Hall". To the left of the Pantheon was the kitchen and dining room. On the right of the study hall, there were also some small courtyards. That was where the older disciples lived, but because there were too few disciples in the Great Rock Mountain, there were more houses and dormitories, everyone had their own single dorm room. Even the cripple Zhu Ci had one, although the main one was covered in yellow mud, it couldn't compare to the other three children. In terms of living conditions alone, the great rock mountain was a rare sight, surpassing all the other branches of the Dao Meridian.

There was an open field next to the houses of the younger disciples, allowing the lower disciples to practice. As for the higher disciples, their practice rooms were located in the meditation hall.

There were only seventeen people on the mountain, a family of four, four true disciples, four grand disciples, and three new children. All of them belonged to the grand generation, and only Zhu Ci belonged to the foolish generation. The other factions had a lot of disciples and also a lot of people who were obsessed with the name. It was not that strange, but in the large rock mountains, there was only one person who was obsessed with the name. Thus, there were really very few people here. Therefore, in order to avoid trouble, in addition to the staff, there was also the first storefront. Most of the people ate together, and even the storefront would occasionally eat with them. Of course, during the new days at Judith's, the storekeeper had not been to the dining room to prevent his mood from getting bad, and of course there had been a deliberate distraction from time.

He didn't know if it was on purpose or if he forgot, but he had forgotten to arrange a master for him even after a few days of idleness. Finally, on the fourth day, just as Zhu Chi was about to return home and return to the base camp of the Heaven's Gate Army as the emperor, Zhen Xian arranged for his eldest disciple to come over and have Zhu Ci kowtow to him as his disciple. Zhu Ci, who had recently suffered a major blow to his character, actually kowtowed three times. However, it was somewhat difficult. His master was actually a young man in his twenties. Due to being oppressed by his leisure, he had no choice but to painfully accept Zhu Ci as his disciple. When he was unhappy, he gave his disciple a nickname: Pig Startled. After that, as time went by, the other disciples heard a lot and also called him Zhu Ci. They had forgotten his real name.

This was the first time he had become a teacher, and in his heart, he hoped that a miracle would happen. Under his tutelage, he hoped that Zhu Ci could turn a cripple into a treasure, and let his seniors and juniors have a whole new level of respect for him.

He thought about the reason why Zhu Ci could not practice internal energy. After thinking about several reasons, he felt that it would be useless to just let his imagination run wild. Thus, he started to find a way to gradually improve his internal energy. Actually, it was just stretching one's muscles and bones, as well as other external techniques. Back when he was at Nine Dragons Peak, he had already learned this. In the open field, he first demonstrated it to everyone with ease. He split his legs in a straight line and then turned his back into a sitting position, with one leg behind his back, taut and straight. His upper body slowly leaned forward until the tip of his nose came into contact with the front of his knee.

Zhu Ci looked at his actions and did as he was told. In the future, he would be a commando in the world, so these actions would not be difficult for him.

Seeing that his movements had reached the required level, he could easily perform all sorts of kicks and kicks. He could train his punches and kicks along with the other movements.

In the meantime, Macro had taught him some of the Danxia Faction's punching and kicking skills. Their moves were simple, and their purpose was only to let Zhu Ci take the next step, training his Qi. As long as one had the qi, they would be able to use higher level techniques. These were all moves taken step by step by Lin Ming, and he would be able to use them to teach his first disciple.

There was a mechanical repetition of boxing, waist twisting, dodging, kicking, and occasionally shouting, which made him feel like he was a fool. There were two reasons for him to be so patient. First, he needed to learn skill and internal energy. Second, although macro-level could shock him occasionally, he was still pretty good to him.

From the sound of Zhu Ci's fist and feet, one could imagine the force involved. He felt curious and called out to stop. He scanned Zhu Ci's wrist for a long time and found that her disciple's body was completely empty. However, he could see that Zhu Ci's fist was full of wind and there seemed to be some sort of inner strength. Unable to understand, he could only rub his head.

It turned out that Zhu Ci had forgotten to control his strength and had slightly lost the ability to control his biochemical power. That was a power that allowed him to fight against the experts of the current world without losing out in strength. Of course, the sound of his punches and kicks could be heard.

After teaching for an entire day and seeing that it was already late, Macro brought him to the kitchen to eat something. By then, all the other students had already finished their food, with the exception of a few who practiced internal energy more frequently. When they parted ways, they had told him to gather in the open field tomorrow morning. Originally, they didn't practice much of their basic skills. When they met the requirements, they had already gone to practice even deeper inner force for a long time. Macro said goodbye to him and went back to his dorm. Although he was a member of the senior generation, his skills were not bad and he was highly valued by Si pao, so he moved to a dorm that only the true generation could live in.

In the evening, although he was unable to train his inner strength, he still sat cross-legged every night and cultivated his inner force. Not only was it the Mysterious Technique, but there was also Sun Moon Sect's Absolute Art, Frost Finger. He never stopped, but no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

The next morning, at dawn, Macro brought Zhu Ci down the mountain on a small path behind the Great Rock Mountain. It was an extremely difficult path, winding up the mountain like a human being's intestines. Although there were no dangerous cliff walls, the path was steep and rugged, making it extremely difficult to walk. The last time I went up the mountain, it was on the way, and I don't know how much easier it was.

There was a famous saying: There was no road in this world. If one walked too much, it would become a road. It was too appropriate to use these words here. The desolate wilderness, with no villages under the mountain, had been trampled by all the disciples of the Great Stone Mountain and became a road.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, Macro looked at the terrain and felt that it was about right to start from there. He told Zhu Ci to climb up the rugged mountain trail that had been stepped on by all the disciples for the past hundred years and stressed, "This is to train the strength of the legs. It is one of the most important basic skills in the practice of advanced martial arts. You can crawl as fast as you want. "

"This is a little difficult. Before I mutated, my speed was no slower than an ordinary horse. After thinking for a moment, I can only show my strength. 30% then!" He didn't want to disappoint this young master either. Even though he looked like a child on the surface, his mental state and mind were bigger than a large scale.

During this period of time, he only climbed with his legs and didn't even need to hold his hands. This made Zhu Chi dumbstruck, and his mouth grew big, but he couldn't make a sound. He thought to himself, "Good boy, my disciple really isn't a person. Even when I was thirteen years old, I had to use the power of my hands to climb so fast."

He had guessed that this disciple of his had the ability to lift the original 70 jin when he was 6 years old, but he didn't expect that Zhu Ci would have such terrifying strength. Even the weaker second-rate experts on this mountain path might not be able to match up to his dexterity.

Seeing that he was so hard on her, she followed him up to the top of the mountain and wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve. Although she was panting, there was no sweat on her face, and her face was not flushed.

"I can see that he has a lot of strength, and it's not like he's useless. He might even be able to help you create the top martial arts of the outer sect." His heart was in turmoil as he thought, "Maybe I've picked up a treasure!"

Anyone could tell that Macro attached great importance to his new disciple. After all, this was his first time taking in a disciple, so the feelings of a new teacher were understandable. One must know that among the three children that were taken away from the true generation, their master had only taught them the second stage of the profound art, and let them practice it on their own.

As a result, although he had experienced a small incident in which Zhen Xing was forced to become his master, he was still extremely happy. After several days of hard thinking, he specially designed a training method that was suitable for Zhu Ci who had no internal energy.

Due to his unique physique, he was unable to cultivate Qi. Therefore, according to his superhuman physique, Macro designed a new set of training methods for him. He practiced martial arts like the King Kong Gate or the Iron Sand Palm.

The so-called outer sect martial arts cultivation method was not very clear either. Because of the rules of the Rosy Pill Sect that no one was allowed to show themselves. Even if they did show themselves, they were not allowed to show their martial arts either. However, the Danxia Sect had their own Buddhist Sangha, they practiced internal martial arts from the outside, and even though he had fought with others before, he had heard quite a lot about external martial arts (he had heard books and dramas). Thus, he gave up on letting Zhu Ci cultivate his internal energy. Instead, he focused all of his daily training on external techniques, improving his strength, agility, and speed through various methods.

This was because macroscopically, they were not part of the Danxia Buddhist Meridian. Of course, he did not know that they practiced external techniques or that they had the support of internal techniques. Because of this, Zhu Ci had become the most hardworking cultivator in the Sect, and her heart was even stronger than the Danxia Buddhist Meridian. Every day, he would do the same dry and tasteless physical exercise. This was the only method that no fool in the martial arts sect would give up when humans had mastered the skill to cultivate their inner force. They would give up on this method and train their physical body.

Since Zhu Ci was unable to cultivate internal energy, he had spent a lot of effort to come up with a set of training methods that could be said to be extremely abnormal.

What kind of abnormal situation was this? To be honest, the external training methods that he knew about were still basic martial arts training such as strength, agility, endurance, explosive strength, and how to resist blows. It was just that the macroscopic training had been enhanced to an unimaginable, even horrifying, degree.

For example, strength training was the most common practice. It was nothing more than adding a sandbag or a piece of iron to his body, which would at most increase the amount of sandbags he had on him by a little. From the first five pounds of sandbags, one on each leg, it increased by the rate at which he added two bags every two days. In less than a month's time, Zhu Ci had become the most recognizable of the four kids. No matter how far away they were, they could make you call out his name, and being covered with sandbags was his symbol, and in the end, when he thought that sandbags and iron blocks were not enough to torture Zhu Ci, he was given to wear the clothes made from outer space sand already collected by the Great Rock Mountain. It was said that the clothes were made by an extremely heavy and soft Yang Ancestor, and could not be made into a weapon.

However, no matter how difficult this external training was, Zhu Ci endured it without any complaints. Another example was the training method of this Iron Palm. He actually made Zhu Ci use his palm as a shovel to stir the iron sand in the pot. Although it was an unheated iron pot, the iron sand was very cutting. He could only steeled his heart and let Zhu Ci give it a try. In this test, he discovered that Zhu Ci's hands had only turned black, and her hands were still white and tender after washing them. He did not know that Zhu Ci was actually in pain, but he had a biochemical body, and the wound disappeared in an instant. After a while, his expression gradually became relaxed. Later, he simply yawned (the kitchen was used by the chefs during the day, and they could only come in at night). Seeing that the time was ripe, Macro started a fire. Zhu Ci's face changed slightly, not knowing if her biochemical body could handle it. Macro also looked at the expression on Zhu Ci's face. The metal pot was initially warm, but day by day, it began to heat up. In the end, it was afraid that the fire wouldn't be strong enough, so he pulled up the bellows and let the iron pot steam.

If it were a normal person, they would have melted their hands long ago, and this was definitely not how they practiced the Steel Sand Palm in the martial arts world. When inserting the Iron Sand, their hands would first be smeared with some herbal medicine, and they would have to breathe according to their internal energy before they could insert the Iron Sand and stir-fry. Actually, Zhu Ci's biochemical body was already undergoing continuous evolution under macroscopic torture. Originally, no matter how hard the skin on his hands was, he would still bleed if he didn't heat up the stir-frying iron sand in his hands in the first place. ))))) After his hands had gotten used to it, Zhu Ci had secretly tried to make sure that even his military dagger could not cut blood on his fingers. It was true that blood would drip from his fingers and he would have to use all his strength to drink the milk, which was why he was being tortured. However, just as the iron sand in the pot was heating up, as well as his biochemical body's rapid recovery ability, something strange happened. Wherever the hot air passed by, his meridians would be rejuvenated, causing him to feel the pain of his hands to become the sunshine in the winter. It was warm and comfortable, but of course, he did not know that this heat was the "Sun Nine Suns Art" inner force that the Sun Moon Sect's Situ Tianyan had used to attack him that day.

Zhu Ci did not have the time to think that this was the internal energy that he painstakingly practiced every night. Under the drive of his survival instinct, he slowly breathed in and out of the rising steam from the pot, and as his hands flailed about, he finally managed to learn this long-lost Iron Palm Art. Although it was only a small accomplishment, it was still many times stronger than the Iron Palm Art that Wu Lin practiced today. There was a difference of one word, the distance was no less than a thousand miles.

When he thought of this in his dream, he happily jumped up and started practicing the Mysterious Technique on the bed. After three tries, there was still no movement in the big acupuncture points of his Dantian, and he still hadn't given up yet. Then he switched to the Ice Cold Finger skill, but it was still useless.