Chen Qingyao smiled and sat beside Chen Kui.
"It's all because you insisted on letting your younger brother travel. Look at Beixuan, he's lost weight in these three years.”
Chen Kui felt a little guilty when he mentioned this matter. He smiled helplessly."You guys."
After breakfast, Chen Beixuan and Chen Qingyao went to the deepest courtyard of the Northern Region King's Mansion.
Normally, no one was allowed to enter this place.
This was where Chen Beixuan's mother's grave was located.
The yard was filled with plants, making it look lush and green.
When it swayed with the wind, it would even make waves of sound. It was like a paradise, quiet and elegant.
Chen Beixuan remembered that his mother loved such an environment.
They came to the tombstone and knelt respectfully in front of it.
"Mother, your son is back."
Chen Beixuan kowtowed three times and lit three incense sticks.
Although his mother had passed away within a year or two of his memory, his memory of his mother was unusually deep.
In his memory, his mother always spoke softly and softly, not shocked by favor or humiliation, with the temperament of a young lady from a noble family.
He didn't know why such a beautiful mother would fall for a father who was a soldier.
Fortunately, the three of them had inherited their mother's fine traditions and had extraordinary temperaments.
It didn't seem like Chen Kui's biological son.
After offering the incense, he and Chen Qingyao sat in front of the grave and talked about what had happened during their three years of travel.
Regardless of whether it was dangerous or interesting, Chen Qingyao listened quietly from the side. At the same time, her heart ached even more for her younger brother.
It had been three whole years. How much pain had he suffered after abandoning his identity as the prince of the Northern Region?
However, it was obvious that his younger brother had matured a lot compared to three years ago.
There was even an indescribable aura on his body.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked into the backyard.
The man was tall and slender, half a head taller than Chen Beixuan.
He had a determined look on his face, and his short hair was neat and clean. His eyes sparkled occasionally, and he walked with vigor. He went straight to the grave and knelt down.
"Mother, I'm back to see you.”
Chen Beixuan and Chen Qingyao also stood up.
Because this person was the second young master of the Wang family in the Northern Region, Chen Longxiang!
Chen Longxiang was born with the power of a dragon and elephant, hence his name.
After growing up, he became obsessed with martial arts and was now a Rank-2 Grandmaster!
Speaking of which, it was only after that incident that Chen Longxiang desperately wanted to practice martial arts...
The three siblings reunited and seemed to have endless things to say.
After noon, Chen Beixuan slapped his thigh.
"I almost forgot about that old monster. He still wants to teach me fist techniques.”
"Oh?" Chen Longxiang was excited when he heard this.
"Third brother, I wonder what fist technique it is. I learned the Fourteen Forms of Thunder Technique on Mount Longhu. Do you want to learn it?”
Chen Beixuan thought of the old men on Mount Longhu and felt a sense of longing.
They rode the wind and attacked with lightning.
That scene was really that of an immortal.
However, it would take decades of hard work to learn such a superb ability.
It was useless to learn some superficial knowledge in a short period of time.
Moreover, the other reason why he learned the fist technique of the old monster at the bottom of the lake was because of the Sword God's inheritance.
Learning martial arts or other cultivation techniques could allow him to comprehend by analogy and integrate the inheritance faster.
Furthermore, his fists and feet were external forces, while his Sword God Inheritance was internal force.
It was like a person who had a reservoir, but only a small hole the size of a needle could flow out. It was simply a waste of the cultivation that he had inherited.
Therefore, apart from the sword, Chen Beixuan also had to learn saber techniques, fists, palms, and legs in order to expand the small hole and use the huge reservoir in his body!
"Second Brother, I think I should stop learning for now. We'll talk about it in the future.”He said with a smile.
The three of them left the backyard. The osmanthus tree beside the grave swayed gently, making a rustling sound as its petals fell to the ground.
Chen Beixuan went to Old Monster Hu's residence alone. The old monster was drinking wine and eating meat, looking very happy.
"You're here, kid. I thought you'd forgotten.”
The old monster gulped down a mouthful of wine and wiped his mouth.
"Of course not." Chen Beixuan stepped forward with a smile.
"I say, old senior, after eating the meat and wine, don't hide your strength later.”
The old monster sneered and patted his chest.
"Who do you think I am? I will never go back on my words when I lecture you.”
"Watch carefully!"
As he spoke, he threw the wine jar onto the ground.
The wine inside did not spill out at all, displaying the control that a Rank-2 Grandmaster should have.
The old monster jumped to the middle of the courtyard, spread his legs, and made a starting stance.
"Look closely. This is the Mountain Shaking Fist Technique, created by a Rank One expert 300 years ago. I'm afraid that even your Profound Secrets Pavilion doesn't have it!”
Bang!
A loud explosion sounded as the old monster punched out like a battering ram.
Chen Beixuan's eyes lit up and he sat down with a smile on his face.
"Since you've already entered Rank-2, you don't need to practice the basics anymore. I'll teach you the fist technique directly. You have to remember it well!”
After the first punch, the old monster followed up with another punch. The fist technique moved according to his heart, opening and closing. The sound of explosions was endless, like thunder on a sunny day.
The violent wind created by the punches kicked up the dust in the courtyard.
Even the green stone slabs under his feet were shattered.
After a total of nine punches, the old monster stopped. His qi was released and released at will, and it was instantly retracted into his body. It only took an instant for him to go from movement to stillness.
The moment he retracted his fist, the plants planted in the courtyard exploded and shattered into pieces.
That tree was as thick as a bowl. If it was placed on a human, it would probably end up like this tree.
It seemed that although the old monster had been in seclusion at the bottom of the lake for more than ten years, this set of fist techniques was enough to be at the top of the Second Stage.
If the old monster had reached Rank One, he might have been able to make a name for himself with this fist technique.
"Good!"
Chen Beixuan suddenly stood up and clapped his hands as if he was watching a vaudeville show.
The old monster's old face turned cold. He was just like that busker.
"How much did you remember?" He asked coldly.
Chen Beixuan smiled awkwardly.
"I almost forgot."
The old monster's eyes instantly widened.
"With your comprehension ability, how did you enter the Second Stage?”
I can't tell you that there's such a heaven-defying thing like the system, right? Chen Beixuan thought.
However, he had not completely forgotten about the old monster's Mountain Shaking Nine Punches just now. He was just joking.
When he was young, his mother praised him for his talent in martial arts.
"Old Senior, don't be angry. Watch me play it for you!”
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