In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

The delicious dishes one after another are the best delicacies Cui Yu has never seen in his previous life.

When it comes to food, Cui Yu was actually an ordinary person in his previous life. Apart from home-cooked food, where did he eat any food?

On the contrary, when he came to this world, Cui Yu would never treat his stomach badly.

Yu Chi's little face was red and greasy. Cui Yu also buried his head in the basin and gnawed on the white deer elbow.

Full of wine and food

The waiter packed the food boxes and ordered them to be delivered to Baicao Hall. Cui Yu led Yu all the way to Baicao Hall.

"I can smell the fragrance from afar. It must be my junior brother here." Wang Yi was washing pots and cooking in the yard. When he saw Cui Yu walking in with a food box, his eyes immediately lit up and his greedy self was awakened. .

Cui Yu smiled and glanced across the courtyard, but the old Confucian scholar was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's sir?" Cui Yu asked.

"I went to pick up Master Niang. She won't be able to come back after a few months of hard work. Master Niang was really sad last time, and Master had to spend a lot of time trying to make her happy." Wang Yi ran over and grabbed the food. After opening the box, I exclaimed: "My favorite braised pork rice! Wow...and crystal elbows! This is a prawn from the East China Sea."

Wang Yi looked at the dozens of food boxes and kept yelling.

The old Confucian scholar was not at home, and Cui Yu did not waste time. He had a conversation with the two of them. Cui Yu led Yu all the way to the martial arts hall. After seeing Cui Yu, a disciple of the martial arts hall quickly ran quietly to the backyard to report.

Cui Yucai came to the lobby and saw Shi Long already waiting.

"I've met the master." Cui Yu cupped his fists and saluted.

Shi Long looked at the energetic Cui Yu, looking up and down with disbelief in his eyes. At this time, Cui Yu was full of vitality, how could he look like he had run out of energy and blood?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like it’s lost its true nature.

"Master, why are you looking at your disciple like this?" Cui Yu asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Have you mastered the iron-smelting hand yet?" Shi Long came back to his senses and asked calmly.

Cui Yu smiled and stretched out his hands from his sleeves. They were a pair of flawless palms. They were as beautiful as the most perfect jade in the world, without any flaws.

"Have you mastered it?" Shi Long stepped forward and stared at Cui Yu with shock in his eyes.

"The disciple has started to train his muscles." Cui Yu looked at Shi Long with a sincere face: "I would also like to thank the master for giving me the wonderful method, allowing the disciple to cultivate into the realm of martial arts, opening up a broader world for the disciple, and allowing the disciple to see a broader world. Sky."

Shi Long grabbed Cui Yu's palm, and then looked at his gray, as if burned palm, with disbelief in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be! It shouldn't be!" Shi Long's mind was full of question marks, and his whole mentality was about to explode.

"What shouldn't be done?" Cui Yu asked curiously.

"No! It's nothing!" Shi Long came to his senses and shook his head repeatedly, then looked at Cui Yu's palm with his eyes: "Let's test the power of the iron smelting hand."

Shi Long pulled out a long knife from the shelf and handed it to Cui Yu.

Cui Yu sneered in his heart, but remained calm, and then pinched the tip of the knife with his fingers. The next moment, the entire tip of the knife turned bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a soldering iron, and then turned into molten iron and dripped on the ground, hot. The earth sizzled on the ground.

"I've really mastered it!" Shi Long stared at Cui Yu's palm, his whole body began to be in a daze again, and his mentality was about to explode.

Why?

Shi Long just wanted to ask: Why!

He teaches the other party the wrong secrets, and the other party can become a real iron smelting hand. Shouldn't he, Shi Long, ask why?

An illiterate commoner actually mastered the martial arts of gods and demons. Why?

He, Shi Long, has been studying hard for twenty years. Not only did he go astray in his practice, but he also lost his life. How can you ask him to be willing?

Shouldn't he ask why?

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you. Shi Long glared at Cui Yu. This guy practiced the martial arts of gods and demons by mistake. Could it be that the wrong training method he taught him was actually the correct training method?

The two of them looked at each other. Shi Long could clearly see that the steel essence on the long knife was absorbed by Cui Yu and refined into his hands, becoming the nourishment for his hands and nourishing the opponent's muscles and bones.

"Master, please give me some advice." When the last bit of iron slag fell to the ground, Cui Yu looked at Shi Long with his hands clasped in fists.

Shi Long was silent, but looked at Cui Yu with his eyes. After looking at Cui Yu for a long time, he calmly said: "How did you practice?"

"Just follow the master's instructions. I bought the iron sand and practiced it. After soaking my hands with the materials, this skill became perfect. I just practiced according to the master's instructions!" Cui Yu's eyes were full of innocence, as if he was a Silly boy.

"That's it?" Shi Long asked.

"That's it. This formula was taught to me by the master himself. Doesn't the master know it well?" Cui Yu asked back.

"Clear! Of course it is clear." Shi Long smiled dryly, then looked at Cui Yu with his eyes, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

"The disciple came here today because I want Master Qing to teach me some fighting skills and teach the disciple some sword skills and knife skills so that I can have a better chance of winning when I fight with others in the future." Cui Yu said to Shi Long.

Martial arts is incidental to Cui Yu, what really makes him covet is the fighting style!

That is the way to fight with others.

"You want to learn fighting skills?" Shi Long frowned when he heard this.

"Master, please help me." Cui Yu raised his hand and saluted.

"The fighting techniques in the world can be divided into various categories. If you want to practice fighting techniques, you must determine the weapons. What weapons do you want to use in the future?" Shi Long looked at Cui Yu.

"Disciple wants to use the sword." Cui Yu thought for a moment and replied.

"Practicing swords is difficult." Shi Long looked at Cui Yu: "Martial arts fighting skills are mysterious to say the least, and simple to say simple. They are just killing skills. But there are some differences between the moves of some killing skills. Flaws are easy for others to take advantage of, and from this we can distinguish three, six or nine levels of fighting skills."

"The world's fighting techniques include internal moves and external moves. Internal moves are the flow of energy in the meridians, attached to the meridians, accompanied by the movement of the muscles and veins, and then exert incredible effects."

"The external moves are: draw, bring, lift, block, strike, stab, point, collapse, stir, press, split, intercept, wash, cloud, hang, tease, chop, pick, wipe, peel, stab, etc. Then there are Combine them and combine them into all kinds of killing techniques in the world. Of course, there are also some martial arts secret techniques, which can have incredible effects when external techniques are augmented by internal techniques."

"If you want to practice swordsmanship, you need to practice basic skills first. To practice the basic skills of swordsmanship, I will teach you sword thrusting first!" Shi Long took down a wooden sword from the wood and held it in his hand: "Sword thrusting sounds simple, but If it is used, there are countless details, and these details are the key to life or death."

As he spoke, the wooden sword in Shilong's hand suddenly thrust out, and a harsh blast of air spread, like a whip hitting the air.

"Twist your waist to the left, stretch your right arm forward, stretch your left arm back, and reach the tip of the sword. Go straight forward to stab, and the force reaches the tip of the sword. Key point: the sword and the arm are in a straight line..."

Shi Long kept talking, talking about a dozen key points in a row, and then threw the wooden sword to Cui Yu: "Do you understand?"

"Disciple understands," Cui Yu said.

"Now that I understand, the next step is to practice hard." Shi Long threw the wooden sword to Cui Yu, and then hurriedly walked into the secret room.

As for Yu who was wearing a bamboo hat next to Cui Yu, he didn't even ask.

Cui Yu looked at Yu: "Do you understand?"

"It's not difficult." Yu replied from the side.

Cui Yu took another wooden sword from the shelf and threw it to Yu, and then said jokingly: "The brain said: I understand! I know it!" But the body said: What are you talking about? What moves did I practice? ?”

Cui Yu awkwardly began to gesture in the yard.

Stabbing may seem simple, but when you actually practice it you will realize that your brain says I understand! I understand it all!

The body says: Who am I? Where am I?

Seeing Cui Yu making ugly movements like a lame old hen, Yu took the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed in front of him: "Is it difficult? It's not difficult! It's not difficult at all!

Then a sonic boom sounded. Cui Yu, who was practicing his sword, turned his head and watched the long sword in Yu's hand piercing the air continuously. The sword disappeared in the air. Only the sonic boom came, and Cui Yu's head exploded like a small firecracker. Sound.

"Is it difficult?" Yu asked.

"Isn't it difficult?" Cui Yu's face turned green.

How stupid is my talent?

It doesn't matter if he is disliked by Master Nanhua, but he can't even do a simple sword thrust?

Cui Yu began to doubt life.

Cui Yu was doubting life, but he didn't know that Shi Long in the secret room was doubting life even more.

secret room

A raging fire burned under the iron basin, the iron sand was scorching in the cauldron, and the smell of herbs filled the cauldron.

Shi Long held a bunch of herbs in his hand, with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Could it be that the secret book is wrong? The person who recorded the secret book at the beginning simply deliberately wrote an extra medicine to mislead the practitioners?"

Shi Long thought for a moment and put away the last medicine, but after all, he did not put it into the iron basin.

Then Shilong looked at the bright red iron sand in front of him. The next moment, his black palm stretched out and suddenly inserted into the iron sand.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream spread in the secret room. Shilong endured the pain and quickly moved his palms through the iron sand, rubbing the acupoints on his palms.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Shi Long screamed while practicing.

"No! The fire poison is too strong, and it can't stop the suppression at all! Without the medicine, you can't practice at all! Not only will you fail to practice, it will also burn the meridians in the body and pour the poison of iron sand into the meridians.

Shilong screamed, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from his mouth. His face turned dark for a moment, and he was obviously poisoned by the poison of iron sand.

"That kid tricked me! Damn it, that guy tricked me!" Shi Long screamed repeatedly, and half of the thick black hair on his head turned pale.

He quickly picked up the potion he had already prepared and poured it into his belly. After a while, Shilong climbed up from the ground like a dog: "This will cost at least thirty years of life!"

"That kid is tricking me! But that's not right. He has no reason to trick me!" Shi Long scratched his head and gradually regained his composure: "There is another possibility, that is, that guy misremembered the exercises but mastered the secrets by mistake. Could it be that Did that kid memorize the wrong formula? And the wrong formula he memorized is the real formula for making iron hands?"

An idea arose in Shilong's mind.

After pouring another large bowl of medicine, Shi Long's face turned pale with anger: "Damn it! It doesn't make sense!"

After tidying up his clothes and regaining his graceful demeanor, Shi Long walked out of the secret room and saw the swaying body in the courtyard from a distance, doing lame movements that even the old lady didn't recognize.

As for Yu, he has stopped practicing for a long time.

This action is too simple!

Looking at Yu standing aside and dozing off, Cui Yu felt like a waste.

Shi Long, who walked out of the secret room, felt the same feeling in his heart at this time, feeling that he was a waste.

An ordinary person can master the martial arts of gods and demons, but he himself, a master of martial arts, has failed himself. What else can he be but a waste?

"Cui Yu!"

Seeing the twisted Cui Yu, Shi Long shouted and secretly wailed in his heart: 'Can this guy even master the martial arts of gods and demons? God is so blind! Is he worthy? Is he worthy? Is he worthy? ’.

"Master, what are your orders?" Cui Yu stopped what he was doing and almost lost his center of gravity and fell down.

"Come here, I want to teach you how to make iron, so you don't go astray. Come with me!" Shi Long ordered.

Cui Yu looked at Shi Long's back, quickly hung the wooden sword on the shelf, then raised his feet and chased out.

The three people walked all the way through the lobby and came to Shilong's secret room. Shilong looked at the iron sand in the iron pot and the blazing flames under the iron pot. He looked sideways at Cui Yu and said, "Tell me the formula I passed on to you." , you are reciting it again."

Cui Yu was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the sand in the iron pot and the strong smell of medicinal materials in the air, and suddenly an absurd thought came to his mind: "No way? Shi Long is also practicing iron hand training? And not yet Mastered it? Could it be that Shi Long didn’t teach me wrongly on purpose, but that he also practiced wrongly? So when he saw that I had mastered the iron hand, he wanted to copy it? "

"Shilong wants to copy me?" A question came up in Cui Yu's mind.

But he still had doubts about whether Shilong wanted to harm him.

He is illiterate, but he is not a fool.

"In that case, I can test him. If he framed a good person, the worst he can do is find a chance to rescue him later. I can bring him back to life, not to mention the mere injuries?" A thought flashed through Cui Yu's mind: " No matter what he is, let’s trick him first and then talk about it.”

Seeing Shi Long's eyes staring at him, Cui Yu quickly recited the formula.

However, he was also very savvy, and without any trace, he deliberately misrecited the key points of Shi Long's instructions to him.

If Shi Long deliberately cheated him and listened to the wrong formula he memorized on purpose, he would definitely point it out immediately.

If Shi Long didn't point it out, it means that Shi Long randomly made up the reverse formula and passed it to him, but the other party has long forgotten it after such a long time, and he must have a guilty conscience and dare not point it out.

Cui Yu had long suspected that something was wrong with the formula, but there was no conclusive evidence.

Since Shi Long wants to test himself at this time, it is also an opportunity for him.

Shi Long suddenly asked himself to recite the formula, but it was not simple.