Fang Lue's brows flashed with a stern expression, and he said:"The Eagle Eagle King is a well-known fierce tyrant in the West Lake. He robs good girls, bullies others with his power, extorts people, seeks wealth and kills, and does all kinds of evil. We were born in the Jianghu, and when we travel in the Jianghu, we must be responsible. Our righteousness is awe-inspiring, and we should do something. It is our duty to do good, eliminate evil, and support justice. We will never show mercy to the treacherous and unscrupulous villain Eagle Eagle King! We must treat others in their own way.."

Fangyuan suddenly vomited and was confused. Hong'er hurriedly helped her up and said,"Fang Yuan, what's wrong with you? What's going on?" Fang Cun hurriedly slapped her on the back and said,"Sister, how could this happen... what should I do? Brother, think of a way quickly, sister is afraid that something will happen." Something happened."

Fang Lue used his luck to activate the Fangyuan acupoints. Fangyuan felt better and stopped vomiting. In an instant, she straightened up and said,"It's okay, it's okay."

Fang Lue said,"Could it be that the wind blew the powder and my sister sucked it into her mouth?"

Fangyuan said gloomily."I...I felt a pain in my stomach...that time, I had to deal with the bully...perhaps my brother told me...when the wind was strong, I also took some medicinal powder."

Hong'er and Mr. Xu stepped forward. Xu Shilin sighed:"Hey, today is another thrilling adventure! Let Fangyuan suffer too." Fangyuan said:"There is no one who is not free from suffering in the world! A thousand-mile horse cannot run under the eaves! There cannot be a horse growing in a flower pot. A century-old pine!"

Hong'er said as if:"That's right! A thousand-year-old pine can't grow in the main hall! We have been through ups and downs, wearing the stars and the moon, and there is sweetness and joy in the bitterness."

Fang Lue sighed:"Hey, sweetness is good. , whether it’s fun or not, I’m not interested. I only hope that one day, my martial arts will be profound and profound, so that I can achieve what I just wanted."

Hong’er said:"Martial arts are profound and profound, which is exactly what I want. What is the highest level of martial arts? ?" Fang Lue's eyes were bright and he said:"The highest level of martial arts? Each kind of martial arts has its own strengths, each has its own way, essence, and deep connotation."

Fang Cun let out a startled gasp and said:"Eh--Brother Yeah, don’t you always talk about your uncle’s good stories? What about... some extremely high level of martial arts."

Fang Lue suddenly knocked on his forehead and said,"Well, that’s right. My uncle told Nanfeng that the highest level of martial arts is Realm is not a rigid routine; it is not a superb competition; it is a single-minded cultivation of inner strength."

Xu Shilin thought for a moment and asked:"A single-minded cultivation of inner strength? How to cultivate it? Brother Fang, can you teach it to us? Fang

Lue said without a smile on his face:"The power of nourishing the inner body is no small matter, it is not easy to say. When I was a child, I also asked this series of questions, how many times. My uncle told me that nourishing the inner body is all-encompassing, including mind, qi, The unification of all aspects of blood. Nourishment is not for a moment, but for a lifetime, and there is no end.

Hong'er said:"Brother Fang, can your uncle fight against the Eagle Eagle King? Fang

Lue looked far away and said:"My uncle's martial arts has been refined to a high level of perfection. His martial arts has evolved from tangible to intangible, from unchanged to changeable, from having routines to having no routines." You don’t know something, the real Eagle Eagle King? It turned out to be my father Xiang Dongfeng! This is what my uncle said personally to Nanfeng. The current Eagle Eagle King is fake. He was originally my father, Eagle Claw King's eldest disciple, named Shangguan Ji. Dad's death on Guanshan Mountain was caused by Shangguan's thief King Diao. This hatred! I must report it!"

There are poems to prove it:

Off the hillside, off the hillside, there are so many regrets left behind.

Who can say that the blood was spilled here back then, and it was once romantic.

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