Chapter 140: Peerless Li Dingxun, Xumi Shenyi

Li Dingxun disappeared from people's sight.
　　The second son, the third lady, and the fourth son of the lion sect gate master are all well-known. They practiced martial arts at a young age and gained fame in both the pure land and the rivers and lakes. But when people ask about the eldest son, the answer is not know.
　　 The boss of the lion's Li family, people don't know anything about him. But what is particularly reassuring is that his internal ethics in the Lions Gate is also very general.
　　 Speaking of this great prince, the Lions usually used a "weird" or a whispered "trash" to perfunctory things.
The Lion’s Gate has an internal assessment every month. It is screened by fighting. Seventy adults will be judged as unqualified and will be punished. The lower the ranking, the more severe the punishment. Although they are all arranged to practice hard, Waste will suffer the most painful torture. Almost every year, there are disciples who die violently during training or commit suicide because they cannot bear it.
　　 Where is the son of the master? He has never participated in any assessment, and can enjoy the top resources, and all the exercises are open to him.
　　 There are always people who can’t understand.
　　 But Li Piguang and his wife and Shi Minghua, the deputy master, the majesty of these three cannot be questioned. So the complaining sound is lower than the mosquito buzzing sound.
　　 In the eyes of the master, his eldest son is a partial talent.
　　 Whether it is horizontal training, stunts, body skills, or hard qigong, he can learn it without any difference. But once it involves mental methods such as visualizing the lion's will, it will become very dumb.
　　 He is like a piece of iron, hard enough, but without a real edge, it is not a weapon, and it can only be used to fight the enemy. This method is enough to deal with the general quack masters, but it will be very difficult to use them to fight against those masters of profound knowledge.
　　……
　　 Fifteen-year-old Li Dingxun, nine feet tall, with black hair hanging down to his waist, dressed in a simple exercise uniform, standing in the courtyard slowly punching.
　　 There are four simple tricks, which are the pros and cons of the vertical and horizontal directions. It is the lower ninth-order push mountain palm, an entry-level move.
　　 Even with such a rudimentary martial arts, Li Dingxun is still practicing very seriously. The essence of pushing the palm of the mountain is a force of strength.
　　 Li Dingxun was trained to become a master hand of the first order at the beginning of the year, and his external skills have already reached the pinnacle. Going back to practice the basics again, it can be regarded as a tall building, a simple force has evolved thousands of variants.
　　 But no matter what, it's just a leisure time adjustment. He doesn't really care whether his martial arts are strong or not. He prefers to sharpen himself.
　　 Since he decided to be a stone, he tried his best not to let subjective emotions affect his moves.
　　 A move is a move.
　　 There is no joy or boredom.
　　People who have seen Li Dingxun practice martial arts say that his boxing, just like his people, is silent and cold.
　　 October 15th.
　　 This is an unusual day. The full moon may be considered a landscape, but every month there will be a full moon.
　　 But Li Dingxun knew that this day was very important to him.
　　 The old ghost told him that as long as he opens the crown chakra, he will tell him the true meaning of Mount Sumeru.
　　 But what the old ghost didn't tell him was that opening the crown chakra requires practicing the supreme yoga of the first order of the gods.
　　 Brahma and I.
　　 For Li Dingxun, it seems that there is never a bottleneck in the cultivation of internal strength, as long as he practices step by step, he can reach the realm that people in the martial arts dream of. This is a talent that has made the old ghost amazed many times.
　　 However, no matter how smart people are, they need hard work.
　　 Next to the ninth level, to the first level of the gods, the internal skills and moves of the two top martial arts.
　　 It took Li Dingxun ten years.
　　I practice hard during the day, and practice hard at night in the Pure Land.
　　 Twenty years have created a peerless powerhouse.
　　In the mouth of the old ghost, it was just a good sentence.
　　 "Fourteen Venerables, all superb masters and magnificent elegance, some of them have achieved your current achievements at a very young age, because they are the closest to the Bodhisattva and the closest to Brahma.
　　 "Bodhisattva is Brahma?"
　　 "No, but the Bodhisattva seems to want to be Brahma."
"how do you know?"
"From the pure land." The old ghost sighed with a vicissitudes of life, "the pure land is being perfected a little bit. In the future, even the real person can enter, maybe it will be possible. There is a universe, there is reincarnation, how is it different from a real world? "
　　 Li Dingxun was silent, sitting cross-legged in front of the stone wall.
　　 "You haven't gotten the seal of the night flower, right?" The old ghost said suddenly, "In ten years, you have been able to pick the night flower so many times, but why not?"
　　 "The flower grows on the rhizome, the root is stuck in the soil, this is natural, why should I break it?"
　　 "No wonder..."
　　 "No wonder what?"
　　 "Go pick one. Get your little pure land."
　　 "I thought the Holy Path Pure Land is so big that it can accommodate me alone."
　　 "It's not the same. The evening flower is a gift from the Bodhisattva to the world." The old ghost smiled slightly, "Go and pick the evening flower, I will tell you Sumi's will."
　　 It's a little bit unwilling to refuse now.
　　 Li Dingxun got up, jumped slightly, and jumped out of the grotto.
　　The sea of ​​flowers is full of mountains. Every flower is so beautiful. It’s a bit impossible to start for a while, just like a piece of exquisite dessert. I don’t know where to eat the first bite.
　　 then grabbed a branch at random.
　　 The petals swirled and flew into his eyebrows.
　　 The next moment, he appeared in a blank square.
　　 The sky is still dark purple, and the ground is pure white, completely flat. Looking around, you can see the straight horizon.
Different.
　　 is no longer the feeling of dreaming.
　　 Li Dingxun made a fist and told him his body was not in the Pure Land.
　　 in another space.
　　 The old ghost said that people can enter, and it is true. Li Dingxun has been in and out of his own small pure land many times, and even brought some objects. Sure enough, this is a real world.
　　 It is said that the small pure land is where all his wishes come true, but Li Dingxun tried repeatedly, from silently chanting to shouting, and there was nothing out of thin air as he imagined.
　　 At this time, he has completely understood.
　　 Bodhisattva bestows such a rich gift to the venerables in the Pure Land of the Holy Path.
　　 One flower, one world, such a Zen machine is really amazing.
　　 The Bodhisattva has such supernatural powers, then as his substitute in the world, what kind of powerful would the Buddha be? What is his Sumi palm?
　　 The King Kong Sect has four palms of Mount Sumeru with similar names, but the old ghost admits that compared with the Buddha's palm, this is a bunch of stinky shit.
　　 is about to appreciate this extraordinary martial arts, Li Dingxun's stubborn heart fluctuates slightly.
　　 The old ghost looked at the tall man in front of him.
　　 can't stop the smile on his face.
　　 This kind of laughter is strange.
　　 is different from his usual arrogance, jokes, ridicule, and pride.
　　 The old ghost smiled happily.
　　 Li Dingxun saw him with such a happy smile for the first time in ten years.
"Why are you laughing?"
　　 "The disciple who laughs at me will be the second Buddha, the number one in the world. Isn't it worth the joy of this seat?"
　　 "Could it be that a little bit of Sumi's true meaning can turn me into a Buddha?"
　　 "Of course not, you will only be the ashes raised from the soles of the Buddha's feet, but this little dust is enough for you to beat those stinky bird eggs on the rivers and lakes!"
　　 "Thank you~EbookFREE.me~ No thanks." The expression on the old ghost's face is still the same, grinning, but his eyes are calm, "I only hope you can do one thing."
　　 Something is wrong.
　　 He is not right. Li Dingxun said to himself like this.
　　 "Put this evening flower all over the world."
"What do you want to do?"
　　 The old ghost didn't answer, but he let out a violent roar, "This is the 36th generation of King Kampot of Immeasurable King Kong Sect!" He raised his right hand.
　　 Li Dingxun’s chest was rolling, the air flow vibrated in his vocal cords, but words were swallowed by light.
　　 "SumiGod Palm!"
　　 Kampot burned and turned into a square cone, rushing towards Li Dingxun.
　　 Strong light.
　　 golden, full of quality light.
　　 Li Dingxun remembered that he was kneeling in front of King Kampot, his palm rubbing his head.
　　 has no texture, like light yarn and clouds.
　　 But now, it is so heavy.
　　 In the golden torrent, Li Dingxun’s iron-like body was constantly shattering, and reorganized under the power of the Pure Land.
　　 There is no pain.
　　 just.
A little pain.
　　 My heart hurts.
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