Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 412; Fishing in Luoshui, Nine Turns of Mountains and Rivers

"What's your name?"

On a densely jungled island, a slender young man with a purple ribbon on his hair, a handsome face, thin lips and eyebrows, and a thin figure walked in front and led the way. Fang Ping followed behind and asked.

The boy ignored him, and took Fang Ping to the other end of the island after a while.

On a cliff more than ten meters away from the river, a man with long white hair but only in his early 30s, holds a fishing rod in his hand, fishing leisurely, while the fishing basket beside him is empty.

Hearing the movement behind him, the man handed the fishing rod to the young man and turned to look at Fang Ping.

Only then did Fang Ping see the man's appearance clearly. He was as handsome as jade, suave and elegant, his white hair added a bit of mystery, and there were indelible traces of vicissitudes in his eyes.

Under the induction of Yuanshen, Fang Ping couldn't judge the man's cultivation level.

This is an encounter with an expert hermit.

"My little friend is ridiculous. My disciple is gentle and kind, innocent and undisciplined. If you say it nicely, you have the heart of a child. If you say it poorly, you are just a little stupid." The man said in a gentle tone.

Fang Ping made no excuses, saluted, and said: "The younger generation doesn't see it that way. If the temperament is gentle and kind, but also stupid, then in this world, many vicious, vicious and murderous people, wouldn't they be good people?"

The young man who took the fishing rod from his master and took on the important task of fishing, his body shook, and he looked at Fang Ping with less resentment and more kindness.

"Little friend is a wonderful person, I just heard from you that you want to drink?" The man waved his sleeves, and there was an extra table on the ground. A strong wine with nine colors and strange lights: "This wine is called Jiuzhuan Shanhe, and every sip will have a different taste. Ordinary people will get drunk after drinking one glass. I wonder how many glasses I can drink?"

The man was full of meaning, and sat down in front of the counter with disinterestedness, staring at the ordinary-looking young man in black, who looked like an overlord looking down on the world.

If it weren't for my invincible, ancient evildoer, how could I have possessed the vigorous energy and invincible radiance engraved in the bones and emanating from the depths of the soul.

Fang Ping was startled, it can be seen that his every move on the island, every word and deed, fell into the eyes of the white-haired man: "That little black..."

The man laughed, and said indifferently; "It's just an animal, it's just a footstep, if it is tamed by chance, it can fall into the belly of a little friend, that's its good fortune, don't talk about that."

"Senior is open, so junior will not be polite." Fang Ping took a step forward and sat in front of the desk with his spine straight.

"This is the first cup." The man pointed, and the jug containing the Jiuzhuan Mountains and Rivers flew up in the air, with the spout facing down, and poured a line of wine that was as brilliant as a galaxy into the wine cup.

Looking at the wine filled in the wine cup in front of him, Fang Ping opened his eyes, saying that it was wine, without the aroma of wine, and the strange light was dazzling, and there were mountains, rivers, sun and moon swimming in it.

"Don't drink."

The boy's voice came suddenly.

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, and asked via voice transmission, "Is there poison in the wine?"

"No."

"Then why can't you drink?"

"..."

The boy couldn't tell why.

The man noticed the clues, and scolded angrily: "I don't live up to it, do you think others are like you? Today, the old man will let you open your eyes and see what they are like."

Fang Ping: "..."

It's really hard to refuse, but the boy will not remind him for no reason.

"Little friend, please drink this monument."

The man urged with a smile.

"Then try?"

From the man, Fang Ping felt no malice, and the other party had no reason to harm him.

She raised her wine glass and drank all the Jiuzhuan Shanhe in the wine glass in one gulp.

Colorless and tasteless, like drinking a clear spring.

After a few breaths, Fang Ping's expression changed.

He felt the world was spinning, his body was numb, the stars in the sky were sometimes dim, and sometimes they were bright, but in just one breath, he passed through thousands of years, saw the mountains and rivers withered and prosperous, the stars changed, and everything changed...

It's like a big dream.

After waking up, Fang Ping shook his head drunkenly.

"Not drunk?" The young man took a deep breath with his mouth open, but she couldn't even drink half of the glass.

"Senior, where did the Nine Turns Mountains and Rivers come from?" Fang Ping asked.

The man drank a glass to himself, showing an intoxicated expression, and when he came back to his senses, he replied: "In the whole world, the only one who can brew such a wonderful wine is the old man. Unfortunately, The old man has only brewed one pot, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to brew such fine wine. This is the last pot..."

Having said that, the man sighed.

"Senior has a whimsical idea, the name of this wine is also appropriate and beneficial. Nine turns of the mountains and rivers, in a short time, people can see the prosperity of the mountains and rivers, and the stars and stars. Maybe the seniors will not be able to make this wine in this life, but I believe that, Seniors will definitely be able to brew wine that is far better than this wine." Fang Ping said with a smile.

These words hit his heart, and the man laughed heartily, and poured another cup for Fang Ping: "Can you have another drink, little friend?"

Fang Ping was also in high spirits, and said with pride: "Why not? Come again!"

After drinking the second cup, the energy became several times more intense.

In the Consciousness Sea Heaven and Earth, the villain of Yuanshen staggered as if he was drunk.

Down the third cup.

It feels different again.

The Luoshui in front of Fang Ping retreated sharply and dried up. The exposed land was full of cracks and no grass grew. When the screen changed, towering ancient trees grew on the ground, as if hundreds or thousands of years had passed. Yes, the earth's surface has undergone earth-shaking changes: "This wine is really mysterious, and there are great mysteries blending in it..."

When he woke up, he waved his hand and said, "Senior, I can't drink any more."

The man's eyes were full of shock that couldn't be concealed, but his mouth was annoyed: "I don't think you are giving this old man any face! Have another drink!"

Behind him, the young man couldn't believe it, looking at Fang Ping as if he were looking at a monster.

Three cups!Still not drunk after three cups?Master can only drink eight cups at most.

"I really can't drink anymore...Old... By the way, what's your name?"

"Old man Fan Changqing."

"Old Fan, I really can't drink anymore."

"No, at least one more drink! I'll let you go after this drink!"

"I can't, I really can't drink it, I'll throw up if I drink it again."

……

I call you Lao Fan, you call me little brother, and the two talk about each other.

The boy was dumbfounded.

"One last drink!" Fan Changqing was still forcing Fang Ping to drink.

Fang Ping, who is three points drunk and plays the role of you crying, can still drink, but if he drinks again, he will definitely get drunk. Even if Fan Changqing has good intentions and no malice, he doesn't want to get drunk and become unconscious. So he said: "Old Fan, don't force me... Fang...he's too drunk... he can do anything!"

The young man couldn't stand it any longer, and said timidly: "That's right, Master, you are so forceful, it doesn't make sense!"

"What do you know, this son Er'er is supernatural in the Martial Saint Realm, he can drink three cups of Jiuzhuan Mountains and Rivers, and even pretends to be undrinkable, his spirit and will are rare in the world, I just want to see him How many more cups can I drink..." Fan Changqing snorted and told his apprentice his true thoughts.

"Then you can't force people..."

Fan Changqing didn't bother to listen to his apprentice's rambling, so he jumped up and shouted, "Have another drink!"

"..." Fang Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his heart moved, he looked at the handsome young man, and said, "I would like to persuade Lao Fan Cheng..."

The young man's cheeks were blushing, probably because he felt that his master had shamed him, or it could be for other reasons.

The surface of the river is shrouded in mist, and the white clouds in the sky are treacherous.

The fishing rod held in the boy's hand vibrated without warning, as if a fish had been hooked.

Fan Changqing, who was still forcing Fang Ping to drink another drink just a moment ago, vowed not to give up if he didn't agree, and would never let it go, his expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the fishing rod from his apprentice, and said with a grin from ear to ear: "It's a bait!" Already."

Fang Ping realized that this Fan Changqing was not as simple as fishing. The "bait" in his mouth had other meanings, so he stood beside the boy curiously and said, "I asked you what your name was before, but if you didn't tell me, it's because I asked you to take the bait." I'll ask Lao Fan personally if he can do it?"

"That's my master..." The young man wanted to warn Fang Ping, don't be too big or small, but after thinking about it, Fan Changqing didn't care, why should she meddle in other things, pursed her thin lips, and replied: "Master calls me Suxin."

"Ah, little brother Suxin." Fang Ping put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "Your body is too weak, not even as good as some women. If you have time, you should eat more and practice more. Come, tell me , what does your master fish for?"

The little guy has pretty picturesque features, and he also doubted whether it was a woman disguised as a man, but it turned out not to be.

"He called Shizun Lao Fan, but he called me little brother. Then I...wouldn't be equal to Shizun...so messy."

Su Xin didn't dare to think too much and put aside her distracting thoughts, said: "Master, his luck in fishing Luo River."

luck?

Fang Ping was stunned. Luoshui is the oldest and largest river in the four seas of Kyushu. Over the endless years, countless creatures have been buried in the river, and countless good fortunes have been deposited in the river. It originated from Luoshui. If Fan Changqing fished for treasures in Luoshui, he didn't find it strange at all by chance.

But when it comes to luck, it is illusory, invisible, invisible, how to fish?
"Tell me in depth, Luoshui still has good luck to fish? Don't fool me. If you fool me, I will ask Lao Fan to punish you severely." Fang Ping half-jokingly said.

Su Xin was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't know the specifics, anyway, there is luck in this Luoshui to fish, but it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, Master has been fishing here for three years and 120 Four days."

Fang Ping thought, this Fan Changqing's cultivation is unfathomable, he can't see through the other party even with his primordial sense, with such a cultivation, he wouldn't say that he was whimsical and did the act of fishing for the moon in the water.

"It's coming up."

The moment Fan Changqing's voice sounded, the sky and the earth trembled.

The surface of the water, with a radius of hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, rose sharply like a waking monster.

The huge waves rolled up will submerge the whole world.

Fan Changqing tightly grasped the fishing rod in his hands and pulled it with all his strength, while strands of invisible brilliance manifested around him.

"If you want to catch this luck, you have to use your own luck to win and subdue it with brute force. That is absolutely impossible."

The obscure, mysterious, and invisible brilliance that manifested from Fan Changqing's body is obviously his own luck.

bang rumble

A huge wave crushed the sky, carrying the majesty of the heaven and the earth, and the infinite water potential.

It seemed that Luo Shui was angry.

Su Xin stepped on her feet and greeted her.

"Hiss, is this kid crazy?"

Fang Ping is awe-inspiring, the waves that hit the sky are boundless, tens of thousands of meters high, carrying infinite water force, the majesty of heaven and earth, even if someone from the other side meets him head-on, his body may be smashed to pieces. Well, this kid has only a seed of taboo supernatural power in his body, so he dares to fly a moth to a flame and hit a stone with an egg?

When Su Xin arrived before the big waves, she folded her hands in front of her chest, and then put them on top of her head like a lotus flower blooming. The moment the lotus flower bloomed, a blue orb flew out. Wei's overwhelming waves are actually frozen in an invisible field together with the river area thousands of miles away.

"There is a Dinghai Pearl, and there are twelve hours for me to fish this Luoshui luck." Fan Changqing shouted.

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on Fan Changqing who was wrestling with the things in the water, and he cursed: "What can you do in twelve hours?" It's not enough for him to sleep with the female suzerain.

Time flies.

Ten hours passed, and Fan Changqing failed to catch anything in the water.

But in the air, Su Xin who urged Ding Haizhu's little face turned pale and couldn't hold on anymore.

"Luck... luck..."

Fan Changqing turned his head and stared at Fang Ping: "Brother Fang, please help me."

Fang Ping: "How can I help? If you can't catch it, forget it."

"How can we forget it? This is a great fortune. If you miss it, you will never have another chance." Fan Changqing insisted.

"Then tell me, how do you want me to help you?"

"To fish for this luck in Luoshui, you have to use your own luck as a bait, lure it into the bait, pull it out of Luoshui, and make it submit. The old man's luck is already beyond his power, so I want to borrow yours." Use it, you just need to put your hands on the old man, and when things are done, there will be rewards."

"Use my luck?" Fang Ping thought for a while, "Is there any risk?"

The sweat on Fan Changqing's forehead flowed like beans, and his voice trembled a little: "No... there is no risk in this, it's nothing more than success and failure, you hurry... the old man can't hold on."

"I ate your Xiao Hei and drank three cups of Jiuzhuan Shanhe. It's okay to lend you this luck." Fang Ping walked like a tiger, stepped forward a few steps, and landed a palm on Fan Changqing's shoulder Go up, with high momentum in his mouth, chattering endlessly: "Fang has great luck, with my help, you will definitely be able to subdue this Luoshui luck."

Fan Changqing thought the same way in his heart, he could drink three cups of Jiuzhuan Mountains and Rivers from the supernatural martial arts realm, such an evildoer was definitely the existence of great luck, and the combination of two people's luck would make it happen.

The moment his palm fell on Fan Changqing's body, Fang Ping's innate luck was pulled out by a force invisible, and manifested outside his body, mysterious and unpredictable.

"How is it? Fang's luck is no less than yours."

Fan Changqing:? ? ?

"What? Jean scared?"

"No... I didn't scare you... I just didn't expect you... to be so lucky..." Fan Changqing couldn't believe it. Fang Ping's luck seemed to be the same as those in the world who hadn't stepped into martial arts and were destined to live forever. Miserable, impoverished, troubled, and possibly dead on the street, mortals who live alone all their lives are almost the same.

Luck is innate, it is determined at the moment of birth, and cannot be changed the day after tomorrow, but luck often determines a person's fate and status in his life.

Those who can step into the martial arts are lucky to be lucky, and those who can step into the realm of supernatural powers and martial arts are none in a million, not one in a million.

Fang Ping was able to drink three cups of Jiuzhuan Mountains and Rivers, raised his hands and looked at the world with contempt, and his invincibility emanated from his bones. No matter how you look at it, he is a peerless arrogance with great luck, but this luck is How did you survive until today?And how did he cultivate to the realm of supernatural powers and martial saints?In this world, is there really someone who can go against the sky and fail to make luck?
While Fan Changqing was horrified and shocked, a new incident struck.

Wrestling with him in the water for a long time failed to pull out Luoshui's luck. For some reason, he was frightened, as if he had encountered something that restrained him.

The power that was as immovable as a mountain before disappeared in smoke.

But Fan Changqing didn't pull back his strength, causing him to become unsteady, leaning back, and the fishing rod in his hand fell to the ground along with him.

Fang Ping saw a mass of mist with a size of more than ten feet, which was fished out and floated on the surface of the water.

"how come……"

Fan Changqing couldn't figure it out. Fang Ping's luck was no different from ordinary people in the world. This kind of luck didn't help him at all, but the result was eye-popping.

"Could it be that this kid's luck is so huge that I can't even pry into it? Or is there some other secret?"

Fan Changqing, who didn't have time to think more, felt that most of his life was wasted, and he couldn't even see through a junior.

The Luoshui luck that has left Luoshui is like a fish that has left the source of life, without the strength to resist and struggle.

Fan Changqing sacrificed a treasure vase, and took away a cloud of luck that was more than ten feet in size.

"Congratulations, Master, your wish has been fulfilled." Su Xin flew over and congratulated obediently.

Fan Changqing didn't say anything, and kept looking at Fang Ping. He suspected that it was because of Fang Ping that he was asked to fish Luoshui luck, but he couldn't see through the kid in front of him, and his brain hurts from thinking about it. .

"That's it? I, Fang Ping, have great luck! With my full help, what big things can't be done?"

If not, how could Fan Changqing catch that ball of luck in Luoshui?
The two had their own ghosts, and their thoughts and thoughts were completely different. Fan Changqing broke the silence by speaking first, and asked, "Brother Fang, how did you live to... no, how did you cultivate to this day?"

Fang Ping frowned: "Of course it depends on my great luck, as well as my personal talent and perseverance. It's not polite for you to ask me that."

Fan Changqing: "..."

Great luck?where?Why can't he see it?
You are not even as lucky as a mortal in the world, do you know you!
(End of this chapter)