Chapter 810: Correct guidance!

Kunpeng looked at him: "There really is one. I ask you, how did you learn the "Nine Yin Zhenjing"?"
"They are all familiar, but if you say you want to be corrected, Master, when will you correct me?" Zhou Botong asked.
"Qiu Qianren, Rong'er, you go back to the inn first, you don't have to wait for your seat to eat."
Taking Zhou Botong, Kunpeng and Kunpeng quickly performed light work, walking quickly like the wind, passing through the streets and alleys, attracting everyone to stop.
"Where are we going and what is the task, Master?" Zhou Botong was very excited.
His light gong is not much different from Kunpeng's. Kunpeng did not use spiritual power, only the light gong from the Jiuyin Scriptures, so Zhou Botong could basically follow him easily.
"Go outside the city and find a quiet place."
"Master, I know there is a place where no one lives now, in Niujia Village."
"Okay, go to Niujia Village."
Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong had been to Niujia Village, so he naturally knew that he brought Kunpeng to Guo Xiaotian's home soon.
Ten or twenty years have passed. Except for the courtyard wall and the four walls of the house, the roof of Guo Xiaotian's house has long been ruined. The wild weeds in the yard have grown to the thickness of an armful of bushes, wild grasses growing wildly, and extremely desolate.
Zhou Botong didn’t know that this was Guo Xiaotian’s home. He walked into the inner room surrounded by four walls and pointed to a temporary thatched hut:
The old flower and I live here. The people here don’t know what’s going on. It's like this. But it's also strange that no one has occupied their home."
Kunpeng smiled and said, "In the eyes of the villagers, this is a murderous house. How can anyone come to occupy it?"
Zhou Botong was shocked and jumped out of the cabin quickly: "Master, this is a murder house? Well, yes, a house without people must be a big crime. As long as there are people living in it, it can be a disaster, as my brother Wang Chongyang once said.
"Let's take care of the weeds and bushes in this yard." Kunpeng said.
There was no machete, no hoe, they just waited to use their internal strength to deal with the deep-rooted bushes, but they were also quickly cleared out and basically leveled.
"Now you can practice the school kung fu of the "Nine Yin Zhenjing" for this audience to watch." Kun Peng looked for a quick stone and sat down.
Zhou Botong hesitated slightly: "Master, are you trying to correct me?"
"Correct."
Therefore, Zhou Botong started from the first volume of the "Nine Yin Zhenjing", easy to forge bones, heal injuries, acupoints, relieve acupoints, etc., all the way to the white python whip, spiral nine shadows, destructive claws, and Fu Moquan Wait, take it seriously and really practice it.
At this moment, he changed his stubborn aura, and his state of martial madness made Kunpeng secretly surprised. No wonder he was able to practice kung fu to such a high level despite his mental mind, and it all relied on a serious focus and perseverance.
Kunpeng watched carefully and corrected it bit by bit. After the correction, he asked to re-practice several times until he remembered the newly corrected martial arts.
Time flies quickly, and the sky fades quickly, and they even forgot to be hungry.
"I can't see it, Master. I'm hungry, are you still hungry?"
"Of course I'm hungry, but I see you practice so seriously, so drunk, I can't bear to interrupt."
Zhou Botong smiled, and immediately recovered his old naughty manner, and pulled Kunpeng: "Go, Master, I also know that there is food in a place."
When I came to the village head, there was a small hotel in a rundown. I didn't even pick up a lantern, and the room was dark and light, and it didn't seem to be angry at all.
"There is food here, old naughty boy, are you dreaming?"
Zhou Botong smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go, Master, this is something that the old beggar hid here and stolen from the palace. It's delicious."
Kunpeng couldn't help but smiled: "So you two old naughty boys went to the imperial kitchen to steal food to enjoy. You are not afraid that the emperor will catch you and go to the pan and fry you to share food with the ministers."
"Where can the useless guards of the emperor, old man, hold us. Right, Master?"
As Zhou Botong said, he dragged a wooden box from under the stove and opened it, but suddenly exclaimed: "Master, Master!" Putting down the wooden box, he jumped to Kunpeng's side.
"Why is it so panic? There won't be human flesh in the box, right?" Kunpeng teased him. ,, ..
I like the demon emperor Kunpeng, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) I am the demon emperor Kunpeng whose literature is updated the fastest.