There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty. Its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot...
Ahem, it’s a conspiracy.
The opening chapter of this silk scroll records Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou". I have already studied it in high school textbooks, so I won't go into too much detail.
The technique of Xiaoyao Yufeng was learned by the hidden great master Xiaoyaozi from Xiaoyaoyou, and it was also the original origin of Xiaoyao sect.
"The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of damage and make up for the deficiency..."
"There are thousands of ways. Man follows the earth, earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature..."
"Learn from heaven and earth, learn from nature, and then you can expect the great road..."
From beginning to end, Song Xuan was slightly silent.
This Xiaoyao Yufeng can be said to be a skill, but it is better to say that it is Xiaoyaozi's understanding of the "Tao".
This is not an orthodox martial arts book. It does not have clear martial arts training methods, but a Tao method.
Only when one has a certain level of understanding of the Tao can one understand the unusual aspects of it, confirm one's own Tao with the Tao of others, and create a unique Tao method that is most suitable for oneself.
As for the Xiaoyao sect's secret arts such as Beiming Shen Gong, Xiao Wuxiang Gong, and Bahuang Liuhe Sovereign Gong, they are all martial arts created naturally by Xiaoyaozi based on his understanding of "Tao".
Song Xuan put away the silk scroll with a solemn expression. He admired Xiaoyaozi whom he had never met before.
He has already seen the Beiming Magic Technique. Although it is not as good as his own heavenly and human-level techniques, it can still be regarded as a magical technique in this world. Xiaoyaozi can continuously create several secret techniques of this level. His understanding of "Tao" has already To an extremely high level.
Among the great masters, they are probably the top ones.
Song Xuan took a deep breath. He was still too young, and his short training time was a flaw. Even if his combat power was good, compared with such a great master who could create many top-level martial arts, he was still a little behind. foundation.
"Uncle!"
Zhong Ling stared at the Beiming Divine Art in his hand, with some confusion on his face.
"This martial arts looks very powerful. It absorbs the inner energy of others and turns it into one's own cultivation. As long as it is transformed quickly enough, one can continue to absorb it and break through one's own limits to enter the innate realm!
Is this a magical method? "
"No! This is an orthodox Taoist method!" Song Xuan said with a smile: "You are also a martial arts practitioner, so you should be able to see how extraordinary this technique is. Are you interested?"
Zhong Ling hesitated, "But to practice this Beiming magic technique, you need to first transform your own martial arts and re-cultivate the inner strength of Beiming. Isn't the family-inherited technique that I have practiced since childhood wasted?"
Song Xuan said speechlessly: "What's such a pity about the internal strength developed by rubbish techniques! To put it bluntly, if you practice this Beiming Magic Technique for one month, the quality will be better than if you practiced the techniques passed down from your family for ten years.
Is it difficult to choose? "
"I understand!"
Zhong Ling was also unambiguous, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and according to the meridian and acupoint guidance method in the first painting on the silk scroll, he began to try to dissolve his own internal energy and re-cultivate Beiming's internal energy.
Song Xuan was not idle either. He practiced for a while, and after a moment of thought, he transformed into sixty-four afterimages. Then he stopped, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the silk scroll in his arms, and participated again. Be enlightened.
The next morning, Zhong Ling stood up excitedly, "Uncle, I have cultivated Beiming's inner strength."
As she spoke, she stretched out her slender palms and patted the ground gently.
With a click, spiderweb-like crack marks appeared on the ground paved with bluestone. Centered on her, they spread over a distance of more than ten feet.
"So strong!"
She raised her hand in disbelief and observed it carefully. The palm of her hand was still the same, but the power it could unleash was completely different from before. It would be an understatement to say that it was a world of difference.
No wonder, the uncle said before that he practiced rubbish skills. It turns out that the gap between martial arts skills can be so huge!
"Come, come here, suck me!" Song Xuan ordered.
"ah?"
Zhong Ling was startled, what are you smoking?
Song Xuan stretched out his arm, "Hurry up, run the technique and see if you can inhale my true energy!"
"oh!"
Zhong Ling's white palm was placed on Song Xuan's wrist. The internal energy in the meridians continued to circulate, and the Beiming Divine Art was activated!
Then she took a breath of loneliness.
Song Xuan's whole body seemed to be a bottomless abyss. Not to mention absorbing internal energy, even the trace of internal energy she was running had lost its trace, disappearing without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.
"That's it!"
Song Xuan retracted his arm. He didn't do any resistance just now, and even diluted a ray of true energy into internal force. But even so, no matter how Zhong Ling urged his mind, he still couldn't absorb it.
Song Xuan now knew that although Beiming's magical power was abnormal, it still had its limits.
It has no effect on Grandmaster Wuque, and it probably won't have any effect on higher-level practitioners of the technique.
"Let's go, I'll take you out!"
The purpose of this trip has been achieved. Song Xuan does not intend to waste time here anymore. After returning to Sichuan and Chongqing Qianhu Station and staying for a few days, it is time for him to leave for Yihua Palace.
"oh..."
Zhong Ling was a little reluctant to give up, and followed Song Xuan as he walked out along the corridor, with a worried look etched directly on his face.
"Why, do you have a question about cultivation that you don't understand?"
Zhong Ling shook his head, "The training route is already very clear. I'm not a child who has never practiced martial arts. I just need to follow the secret book step by step."
"Uncle!"
She raised her head and took a step forward with her delicate body, looking up at Song Xuan's tall figure, "If the Beiming Divine Art is placed in the martial arts world, it will definitely cause a bloody storm.
Do you really want to give me such powerful martial arts skills?
Are you really my biological father? "
Song Xuan chuckled, "What do you think?"
Zhong Ling muttered, "I don't want to guess."
She said she didn't want to guess, but she actually believed it 80% of the time. Why in this world, except her biological father, could anyone else be so kind to her.
But what will her father Zhong Wanchou do? He has gone through all kinds of hardships to raise her. If he learns the truth, he will definitely feel sad, right?
Heavy pressure was weighing on her heart. At this moment, Zhong Ling was under heavy pressure that she should not have to bear at such a young age. Her originally bright and lively temperament became a bit melancholy at this moment.
With his sword in the air, Song Xuan landed on a mountain road in Wuliang Mountain, and then waved his hand to Zhong Ling.
"This is the end of the father-daughter relationship between you and me! Don't worry, I won't compete with Zhong Wanchou for my daughter!"
This is the first time someone has called him daddy since he has grown up. Song Xuan's old father's mentality is also a bit overwhelming.
Now that good fortune has been given, my bad taste in being a father has temporarily subsided, and it's time to say goodbye.
Of course, Zhong Ling's shouting "Daddy" was not in vain. Not only was it not in vain, it was simply a win.
However, Song Xuan was not at a loss, and even made a lot of money. Not only did he gain Xiaoyaozi's enlightenment experience, but he also experienced the pleasure of being a portable grandfather.
Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.
