"Northern people, boy, what are you doing?" Uncle Tong stared at the bull's eyes and questioned.

"Haha, nothing." Hong Meng smiled. He wanted to figure out the mystery of Uncle Tong, but they didn't give him any chance. It seemed that he was deliberately concealing it and forbidding people to discuss it. The northerners were vague. The north was so big, and How do you know where?

The patriarch could no longer bear it and wanted to send Hong Meng away as soon as possible, so he pointed to the rows of bookshelf and said, "Ameng, don't waste time here, get a secret book of martial arts you like. In addition, put that one as soon as possible. Break** and sent it."

"Oh, OK. Thank you, the patriarch."

Hong Meng agreed, and glanced at the entrance to the second floor, and walked towards the rows of bookshelf on the first floor. Hong Meng came here once, but just took a quick look. Besides, Hong was famous at that time. People secretly obstructed themselves, and no other information was obtained except "Bao**".

"There is a fire-type 'Yangyan Impact', so you might as well try it."

Hong Meng, who was looking for martial arts in a daze, suddenly heard Uncle Tong's loud and thick voice. He nodded slightly, and Hong Meng went directly to the fire bookshelf, pulled out the "Yang Yan Palm", and read it briefly. If you are satisfied, you will hand it over to Uncle Tong to register.

"This Yangyan Palm can attach fire-based true qi to the palm, practice to the extreme, and can eliminate gold and fused stone, which is not a boast." Uncle Tong said while taking out a special booklet.

"That's great for Uncle Tong's advice."

Leaving the Honghuang Palace, Hong Meng hid in his hut again and couldn't wait to take out the "Yang Yan Palm" to see what strange it is and whether it has the power that Uncle Tong said.

Mysterious ancient characters come into view, as if the stars in the sky, majestic and complex. Hong Meng studied it carefully and tried to remember every word in the book. The whole book is integrated, regardless of chapters and volumes, and it starts with It is an obscure method of practice.

Every font enters Hong Meng's spiritual consciousness and turns into a trace of memory, deeply imprinted in the Niwan Palace, and never fades. The mystery of martial arts lies not only in the form of how gorgeous it is, but in it The essence, the true meaning of the great way contained in it.

The ancient characters are rotating and constantly imprinted in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, slowly forming a scroll of flames. The yang energy is surging and the fire waves are surging. In that sea of ​​fire, a huge palm suddenly flips up, and the palm is red all over. It was like holding something, shaking the vast yang energy and the rolling waves of fire.

Slowly, a lively red shadow gradually appeared in the palm, shining, dancing gracefully on the palm, like a spiritual flame. The yang energy that was originally shaken gradually moved closer to the flame, which further encouraged the power of the flame. .

The fire waves hit back, violently hitting the huge red palm. The waves that rose were absorbed by the flames and became its tonic.

The flames continue to absorb the yang energy and fire waves, grow little by little, and spread in two directions. One is the prairie fire, which quickly spreads throughout the palm, then gathers energy, begins to impact upwards, and is fiercely scorching. The vast void.

"Is this what is called "Dao?"

Hong Meng looked at the fire in a daze, thinking about the original meaning of the true Tao. Through his understanding of the Yang Yan Palm, he vaguely realized the way of fire. However, that was only the most basic and ordinary way, and separated from that great way, just like the heaven and earth. Don't.

"Use ethereal as the yang, and palm as fire to avoid spreading and deficiency, which is the Yang Yan Palm!"

After a little understanding of the mystery of Yang Yan Palm, Hong Meng began to practice. Following the steps in the book, he kept changing his hand and slowly gathered a trace of yang energy on his palm. Hong Meng vaguely felt that his palm was

The yang energy that is gradually heating up, has been transformed into the yang flame on Hong Meng's palm after the transformation of the methods in the book...,

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Hong Meng's palm seemed to be inserted into the stove, and his whole palm was burned, emitting a scorching breath. His ten fingers kept trembling, as if he was shaking in the cold winter, trembling his whole heart. To endure, only endure

Only then can you achieve the right result.

If you do this for the first time, you will feel like you are immunized for the second time, and you will no longer be burned by flames, but you will feel a little hot.

Holding time in his palm, Hong Meng's spiritual consciousness checked the injury on his hand and found that it was not serious. As long as he used some spiritual energy to nourish his bloodline, he could recover from the original state. There was no section in the book, but Hong Meng's purpose of practicing for convenience,

It is divided into three sections. Therefore, every time you practice one section, you can rest for a while and avoid overworking.

In his spare time, Hong Meng analyzed the situation in the middle dantian. There, plus the Yangyan Palm that he had just practiced, there were already three different techniques. And these three different systems are the Wood-type Break**.

Fire-based Yangyan Palm and Earth-based Earth-based Demon-Bulle Kung Fu, each of them has its own strengths and cannot make a judgment on the superiority of the situation.

The three martial arts, with Hong Meng's current strength, cannot exert all levels, but in terms of realm, they have not reached the level of perfection. There seems to be no top-level restrictions on breaking **, which is good for those with relatively low strength.

The choice. The Earth-shaking Demon Bull has its limits, but Hong Meng’s clone is weak and there is still no time to study it carefully. This Yang Yan Palm has just been obtained, so it is understandable that this level is insufficient.

"I don't know if this method is acceptable. I practice multiple techniques at the same time, and there are different systems and other things. It's really heartbreaking! The mysterious energy keeps changing, and my attention is even more terrible.

, If there is a little mistake, the consequences may be unimaginable."

Hong Meng's concerns are not unreasonable. The transformation between different systems and different techniques is extremely complicated. We need to use the attributeless vital energy as the lead to achieve our goal. However, there was not much attributeless vital energy, and most of it was occupied, and the remaining ones were left.

There are even fewer things to do. If I accidentally change my energy wrong one day, wouldn’t it be a huge danger?

"All kinds of martial arts are the embodiment of the great way. If this is the case, why don't practitioners collect martial arts from all over the world and seek the true way? Isn't it easier and more direct? I don't know how the ancient great sages and powerful people achieved this?

Isn’t that the ultimate state of mind specializing in one practice?”

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Hong Meng could not think of a solution for a while, so he had to take time to discuss with Uncle Tong. Uncle Tong knew a lot of such strange and secret stories. Uncle Tong was in the Honghuang Palace and didn't know how to read it.

How many classics must know the cultivation methods of ancient great sages.

Such hard practice is boring. Two or three days passed quietly, and Hong Meng put on his cloak again and appeared at the auction. There was a long time where the brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes were traveling. If it weren't for Hong Meng's cloaked man, he would definitely be

Will be difficult to walk.

The fragrance was blowing and the orioles were singing. Hong Meng looked for his flowers along the way, asking about the willow waists around him, and then went to the VIP room of the Finance Department. He asked a maid and learned that Qing'er was busy with some affairs.

Can't come for the time being.

Bored, the maid took Hong Meng to this VIP room to rest. The ancient style of furnishings and elegant atmosphere were not tired even when she was in such a quiet and elegant environment.

"Bang bang bang"

Half a quarter of an hour later, three consecutive knocks woke Hong Meng, who was in fantasy. A happy smile hung on the corner of his mouth, Hong Meng trotted and opened the door.

"roar!"

Outside the door, a man with a cow-head mask roared, his hands were clawed beside the mask, making a terrifying and terrifying look. After a while, he laughed and laughed, his laughter was like a silver bell.

It's so sensational.

Hong Meng was really shocked. The cow head mask in front of him was very special, with red face and blue eyes, copper forehead and hair, and his horns were as sharp as a battle halberd. Hearing the intoxicating smile, Hong Meng hugged the cow head mask man.

Entering his arms, then quickly closing the door...

"Qing'er, I like this mask!"

Holding Qing'er's charming willow waist, Hong Meng wanted to reach out and take off the mask, but Qing'er refused. Qing'er took off the mask by herself, and her white and tender face exuded an attractive brilliance, deeply attracting Hong Meng.

"You will never have to bring a cloak again in the future, just bring this-"

Qing'er was spitting the fragrance of orchids in Hong Meng's ears, and she spoke softly, so charming! She buried her hair in Hong Meng's broad chest, feeling Hong Meng's heartbeat, and the mask in her hand almost gave her

tear to pieces.

"Qing'er, why are you pulling the mask?"

Seeing Qing'er pulling the mask with both hands, Hong Meng couldn't help but avoid the cow-headed mask and looked at Qing'er's smiling eyes with some angrily. He threw the mask aside with one hand, and his eyes were full of heat. Hong Meng

He trembled his heart and couldn't help but slowly approach Qing'er's white and tender face.

A gust of fragrant wind rushes into his nostrils. Hong Meng opens his eyes, but sees Qing'er's slender hand blocking him. He grabs him with one hand, and wants to "kiss him" again. Unexpectedly, Qing'er turns his head over.

, leaving only the waterfall-like hair.

"Qing'er, what do you mean? Am I—"

Hong Meng didn't understand Qing'er's meaning, so he naturally guessed that he hadn't come for a long time. Could it be that Qing'er was angry? But when Qing'er shook her head and showed a resentment on her face, Hong Meng felt like she was in a fog and was not educated Qing'er

What is the idea of ​​the mind?

"It's not you, but your family. Are you not worried at all?"

Qing'er looked anxious, obviously very concerned about the affairs of the Hong family, which was related to Hong Meng's survival. Her eyebrows were frowned tightly, and her teeth were biting her red lips. She was in a well-informed auction, so she naturally knew that many things would not be done.

A secret that outsiders know.

Just imagine, how could all the big families gather, not have any news leaked? Qing'er also heard from the people in the auction about the disaster in the Hong family. The original source was still a charming maid.

The urgency of the situation made her restless, but how could she not be angry when she saw Hong Meng's carefree appearance?

"I have reported this news to the patriarch, and I believe he will make a better solution. Let me tell you the good news. My mother has moved into the Hong family and will no longer stay alone in Hongjia Town alone."
Chapter completed!