"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu picked up the cloth and saw many small words written on it. The first line read "Dark North Divine Technique". The handwriting was deep and powerful, the same as the writing on the cloth. Then it read:
"In the Zhuangzi's' Xiao Yao You ', it says,' To the north of the poor is the Dark Sea, the Heavenly Lake. There are fish, thousands of miles wide, but no one knows their cultivation. 'Then it says,' If the water is not thick enough, it will not be able to carry a big boat. Pour a cup of water on a hollow, and the boat will be made of mustard. Place a cup of glue, and the water will be shallow, but the boat will be big. 'Therefore, our sect's martial arts focus on the accumulation of internal energy. Since internal energy is thick, all the martial arts in the world can be used by us. Just like the Dark North, there is no boat big or small, no fish big or small. Therefore, internal energy is the foundation, and moves are the end. You must practice the following pictures with all your heart. " p
"Dark North Divine Technique!" Song Qingshu was surprised. He didn't expect Wu Yazi to use his special skills. Obviously, he didn't want to be outdone by his martial sisters. p
"That's a good thing." Song QingShu laughed involuntarily. He had learned some of the martial arts of the Carefree Faction from Tang Saier and the others, but Tang Saier's knowledge was limited after all. This large roll of silk seemed to be the same as the picture scroll that Duan Yu had obtained in the original work, which recorded the essence of the Carefree Faction's martial arts. The martial arts of the Carefree Faction were extensive and profound, and could be used as a reference to learn from each other. p
Of course, with Song Qingshu's current martial arts, it didn't matter whether he learned the Xiao Yao Sect's martial arts or not. However, he had many female friends around him, and his own martial arts were not suitable for women to practice. He could use the Xiao Yao Sect's martial arts to teach them. p
He slowly opened the scroll with his left hand and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?" His heartbeat quickened. He suddenly understood why Li Qinglu had such a reaction. p
There was a painting of a naked woman lying on the scroll. She was completely naked, smiling sweetly. Her eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks were full of charm. p
"You're still looking!" Li Qinglu couldn't help but scold him when she saw him staring at the woman in the painting. p
Song Qingshu laughed and said, "It's just a divine skill manual. It uses a woman's body to show the direction of the internal energy when practicing martial arts. Look at this green line, starting from the left shoulder, going horizontally to the neck, slanting to the right breast, and then to the armpit, extending to the right arm, passing through the wrist to the thumb of the right hand. p
The other green line extends down from the neck, passing through the abdomen and continuing downward until it is several centimeters away from the navel. The acupoints along the way are 'Yun Men', 'Zhong Fu', 'Tian Fu', 'Xia Bai', 'Chi Ze', 'Kong Zui', 'Lie Que', 'Jing Qu', 'Da Yuan', 'Yu Ji', and ends at the thumb's' Shao Shang '. Without a doubt, this is the' Northern Underworld Shen Gong 'cultivation method. " p
Although he said it calmly, his heart was still in turmoil. Wu Ya Zi's painting skills were truly uncanny. Although it was just a painting, her arms were white and her body was graceful and alluring. What was more amazing was that her skin was faintly rosy, no different from a real person. p
Song Qingshu unfolded the scroll and saw that it was filled with portraits of the woman. Some were standing, some were lying, some were showing her chest, and some were showing her back. The faces of the portraits were all the same, but some were happy, some were sad, some had eyes full of emotion, and some were slightly angry. Their expressions were all different. There were a total of 36 portraits, and each portrait had a colored line that indicated the acupoints and the method of cultivation. p
"The essence of the Xiao Yao Sect's Kung Fu is all here. The harvest this time is really not small." Song Qingshu skimmed through the scroll. The Kung Fu recorded on the scroll mostly included the unique skills of Wu Ya Zi and Li Qiushui. It was only missing the Eight Desolation and Six Directions Supremacy Skill, Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand, and Tianshan Six Yang Palm, and a few others. However, he either already knew about these skills, or they were recorded on the stone wall of the secret chamber in Vulture Palace. With the two combined, the Xiao Yao Sect's Kung Fu was complete. p
Just as he was lost in thought, Li Qinglu suddenly reached out and snatched the cloth away, "You're not allowed to look!" p
"I'm looking at the problem from an academic point of view." Song Qingshu replied seriously. p
"But … but …" Li Qinglu's face turned red, "It's the old Princess!" p
Song Qingshu was stunned. No wonder it looked familiar. It was Li Qiushui when she was young. At that time, she was in her prime and even more beautiful than she was now. p
"Nonsense. It's not old at all." Song Qingshu's expression was a bit strange. He thought, "What does Wu Ya Zi mean? It's okay that he gave me a Kung Fu scroll, but why did he ask his wife to teach me naked? He's really willing to do it … "
But he soon realized that Wu Ya Zi's limbs were disabled, so it was impossible for him to paint. It must be his work when he was young. He wanted to repay me, but he couldn't rewrite the scroll, so he could only take out the stock. p
Wu Ya Zi was already over eighty years old. He must have gotten over the romance between men and women. Besides, he was fifty years younger than Wu Ya Zi, so he probably treated him as a junior. Naturally, he didn't avoid it. p
Moreover, Wu Yazi was considered a distinguished man. The behavior of distinguished men in this world was often a little … careless? p
Although he had roughly guessed the reason, Song Qingshu still felt strange. No matter how young he was, he was still a man …
"No, you can't look at it." Li Qinglu suddenly became a little excited, "He's really a bastard. How can he be like this!" p
Song Qingshu held her in his arms and wantonly loved her, "Don't worry. I won't be willing to give your portrait away." p
Feeling his affection, Li Qinglu's breathing quickened, "If you dare to give my portrait away, I'll … I'll never talk to you again!" p
"I'm not that careless." Song Qingshu couldn't help but say, "But it's not a bad idea to paint your most beautiful face when you're young." p
All women loved beauty. Li Qinglu couldn't help but be a little moved, "Meng Lang, you also know the art of painting?" p
"No …" Song Qingshu immediately felt awkward. In his era, he had to use a camera to record these things. Otherwise, he wouldn't have caused the incident with Teacher Chen. "But if you can find someone else to help." p
"No!" Li Qinglu's face turned pale, "I don't want to do this in front of others." As she said that, she glanced at the painting on the side, and her face became even redder. p
"What are you thinking about? Of course I'm going to find a woman to paint." Song QingShu said as he thought about who was good at painting. "Although your cousin doesn't know martial arts, she's good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She has a close relationship with you, so you can find her …"
"I don't want to. It's so embarrassing." Li Qinglu suddenly froze and looked at him suspiciously, "I feel like you're interested in my cousin." p
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, "You're thinking too much. It's impossible between me and her." p
"Why is it impossible?" Li Qinglu curled her lips, "I see that you two have a good relationship. She also has a good impression of you. Otherwise, why would a girl stay alone with a man in a room for a night?" p
"That's to treat her grandfather's illness." Hearing the jealousy in her tone, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. p
"No matter how much she treats you, it's because she trusts you from the bottom of her heart and doesn't have her guard up against you." Li Qinglu said with a smile, "Actually, you don't have to deny it. In any case, I don't mind. I have such a weak sister. In the future, she can help me fight for favor in the harem, and she won't threaten my position. Why would I push her away?" p
Song Qingshu thought to himself, 'Only a fool would believe you. In this aspect, women's words should not be trusted at all. They're the best at fishing.' "Alright, alright. You don't have to make wild guesses. Her mother won't agree." p
"Didn't you say that you're friends with her mother? Why wouldn't she agree? "Li Qinglu looked confused. She suddenly thought of something and revealed a half-smile," You didn't do that to her mother, did you? " p
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