"Your Holy King's Fist is based on the inner and outer kings. The boxing technique is domineering and powerful. The inner one is as moving as a mountain, and the transformation is as calm as a heart. In the late stage of the innate stage, it has the wonderful function of suppressing the vitality of heaven and earth. It is indeed a first-class exquisite martial art."

On a rock near the cliff in the back mountain, Chen Zi'ang looked at the white clouds in the distance with his hands on his back, explaining Zhao Zhen's questions.

"It's a pity that you are always afraid of your hands and feet when using it, and you have no domineering power at all. It's already good that you can exert 10% of the boxing power."

"Look at this move, the destiny of heaven is against the side, so how can you punish and do you? This move can be used to be successful or guarded. Those who are powerful will be violent and fierce, and the rules will not be leaked."

Chen Zi'ang stretched out his hands forward, clenched his fists with his five fingers, and slowly used his fists. The subtleties of the changes were clearly explained, which made Zhao Zhen's eyes wide open, not missing a single detail.

Not to mention the martial arts attainments of this leader Nie Da, but his ability to teach his disciples is top-notch. From the meticulous to the meticulous and in connection with the overall situation, Zhao Zhen always feels enlightened.

"You must remember that innate martial arts emphasizes artistic conception, while moves are secondary! No matter how complex the moves change, they are useless under the suppression of absolute realm power."

"So if you want to understand this technique, you must not only be familiar with the movements of the technique, but more importantly, you must understand the artistic conception described by the creator of this technique. Of course, true masters will eventually embark on their own path, and other people's things will always be someone else's."

After explaining the martial arts, Chen Zi'ang began to ask about other studies.

"How did you read the book "A Hundred Schools of Responsibility?"

With the ability to remember everything and memorize it, Chen Zi'ang remembers some of the miscellaneous books that he has read very clearly, especially the messy things on the earth, which can be regarded as the emperor's secret technique here.

"When my disciple saw the Legalists, I think the rule of law in the book is indeed a good strategy for governing the country. The book mentions not to distinguish between relatives and alienation, nor to distinguish between noble and low, but to break the law up! Make rules in everything, act according to the law, distinguish between high and low, and reward and punishment in a proper way, so that it will be difficult forever!"

Zhao Zhen's voice could not hide his excitement. Compared to martial arts, some miscellaneous books given by his master made him even more shocked.

There is such knowledge and such classics in the world!

This also made him feel more and more unfathomable about this Nie Hongyi.

"For ruling a country, the legal system is indispensable and the most important means of rule. However, the world changes, and the legalist's knowledge also has its limitations."

Chen Zi'ang nodded first, then shook his head at Zhao Zhen.

"There is no matter that is difficult for generations, nor is there a law that is difficult for generations. If the law is not changed, it will decline. Setting up legal principles in everything will limit the independence of human beings and will make a country lose its vitality and vitality."

"And, Dharma is born on the basis of momentum, there is no general trend, Dharma, it is just empty talk!"

“What Master said.”

Zhao Zhen lowered his head, his eyes full of thoughts.

"You royal family all likes the Legalists, which is completely unreasonable, but you must also learn other knowledge and understand them, and do not be too thin!"

“Yes, Master.”

"Well, you go down!"

Chen Zi'ang waved his hand and Zhao Zhen bowed and retreated.

"Shang Siping, is there anything?"

Shang Siping had arrived just now, but when he saw the two of them teaching skills, he stood far away and did not dare to get close. He heard the leader's greeting and rushed over.

"Chief, Miss Ling'er is here, it seems like there is something urgent to come to you!"

"Oh, bring her here."

Chen Zi'ang paused, then spoke slowly.

After a while, Nie Ling'er, who was covered in dust and haggard face, appeared here in the back mountain.

"Nie...Chief Nie."

A few years have passed, Nie Ling'er looks much more mature, but today she looks extremely haggard, with her hair disheveled and scattered on her back, her pretty face is even more dry and chapped, her face is covered with dust, and her eyes are covered with bloodshot.

When she arrived at the back mountain, she just stared at Chen Zi'ang blankly, and it took a long time to spit out a few words from her mouth.

"We haven't seen each other for nearly a year, right? Miss Ling'er."

Chen Zi'ang turned around and turned his back to the other party. The mountain wind blew, making him look like ink long hair, and the blood-red cloak slowly danced behind him, confusing Nie Ling'er's eyes.

"Ten months and eighteen days."

Nie Ling'er opened her mouth and her voice was empty.

"Is that true? Miss Ling'er remembers it very clearly. I remember you came to tell me that I was advanced to the innate level."

Chen Zi'ang's distant voice floated from the front.

"That's right, and I also removed the love Gu from my body."

Nie Ling'er's head was slightly lowered and her voice was deep.

"It's a joyful congratulation! I was busy practicing that day, but I forgot to congratulate Miss Ling'er. I will have someone give you a gift later, just treat it as a late gift!"

Chen Ziang nodded.

"Captain Nie, I...I'm going to... get married!"

Nie Ling'er behind her lowered her head, her eyes suddenly turned red, but the feeling in her heart was indescribable.

"Oh! This is a great joy. But the young hero Fan mentioned more than two years ago when his wife was still alive?"

Chen Zi'ang didn't turn around and immediately spoke up to congratulate him.

"Um……"

Nie Ling'er made an unspecified response.

Three years ago, Fang Yuyun took Nie Ling'er to Huici Temple in Pingzhou, asked someone to introduce many young heroes in the local area, and finally told him a young master of the Fan family. Fang Yuyun was still alive at that time, and once sent someone to send congratulations to Chen Zi'ang, and Chen Zi'ang also returned the gift.

But when Fang Yuyun passed away, Nie Ling'er and the young master of the Fan family were delayed again and again, and they have not been married yet. It seems that this is impossible to delay and they will really get married.

"My wealth envoy Jin Wuya is a proud disciple of Tianxiu Pavilion. Although he is a man, an embroidery needle is also a master in the world. I will ask him to make a wedding dress for the girl as a gift."

Chen Zi'ang added another sentence.

"Captain Nie, I...I want to..."

Nie Ling'er raised her head, looked at the bloody red in front of her, remembering what the big demon, Aunt Liu Qingmei, once said to her, and plucked up the courage in her heart to say something.

"Miss Ling'er, you're going to get married soon, so don't think too much!"

But the person in front of her slowly stopped her words.

"Dress yourself up beautifully, get married with peace of mind, and take care of your husband and children in the future, and you will definitely live a happy life. If you have any unpleasant things, you can also come to me. If we have a friend, I will definitely help you if you can!"

Nie Ling'er's delicate body shook behind her and opened her mouth, but she had tears in her face before her voice could be heard.

"Captain Nie, I will."

After a while, Nie Ling'er wiped her face randomly and forced herself to speak with a smile.

"I'm just so happy and want to notify you of this news, so I've only been running over for a few days to let you know the news."

She opened her mouth and let the tears slide, but there was a smile on her face.

"Now that I'm done, I'll go back first! Where else do I want to get married?"

"Let's go slowly, don't send it! I will have someone send it to you."

"No need, Aunt Yun has made me a wedding dress!"

Nie Ling'er's delicate body turned, tears flew, and she turned around and ran towards the distance.

*******

Ten days later, Pingzhou, Huici'an.

In the room, Nie Ling'er was holding a big red wedding dress with her eyes dull, and her expression changed.

After a long time, she staggered to the outer hall and suddenly fell to the statue of the compassionate Bodhisattva Buddha.

"Uncle Master, please give me a sacrificial life!"

"Ling'er, you're going to get married soon! Why is this?"

The host nun paused and began to comfort her.

"If that person does not like you, I can tell the Fan family that he doesn't have to become a monk."

"No, Master Ling'er is very sinful. She only feels that she is boring in her life. She only wishes that the ancient Buddha of Qinglan will carefully comprehend the Dharma, hoping that one day she will fully realize the past!"

"Hey! You have to think clearly."

"Ling'er thought it very clearly. Please help me!"

After a while, the nun sighed deeply, folded her hands together, bowed to the Bodhisattva, and took the razor.

"The worries are gone, and the world is far away!"
Chapter completed!