Yun Zhong has been forced by Qiu Hu recently, and there are a lot of problems in the meridians all over his body. He doesn't know what special acupoints the sword energy and spirit have gone to, and the crux of his poor eyesight at night has also followed: get rid of it. In the brightly lit area, it is impossible to see the faces of others. It is quite uncomfortable to meet people on the road, and it is not very convenient.
But even though Yun Zhong's eyesight was poor, he was still not blind. It would be a bit embarrassing to regard a rough man like Tang Bufeng as a rich and handsome official with thin skin and tender flesh.
So Yun Zhong cursed, turned around and returned to the car, thinking about how to relieve his drunkenness.
The wonderful benefits brought by the Qiuhu sword energy and divine will are obviously great. The technique taught by the half-awake sword-bearing man rarely had the means to practice it, but since he took the Qiuhu into his belly, the situation has improved a lot: not to mention the pain and loss of Qiuhu floating in the meridians and acupoints, This sword energy chews up countless small meridians all over the body, and then repairs and heals them on its own with the help of the body.
Each time it is broken, the meridians can be widened and become firmer and rounder than before, with less feeling of congestion.
The man with the negative sword said when he was teaching the method, if the art of touching bones among the immortal sects in the world was a sign of talent, then his method of dismantling scriptures would destroy the art of touching bones to the point of being worthless.
Therefore, talent has always been given by heaven and earth. Perhaps acquired ability can make up for it a lot, but it can still only be regarded as hard work and cannot be worthy of the reputation of talent and intelligence. Whatever your qualifications are, they are given by God, no matter how things change or the stars change, most people are like this, so they are called talents.
But this swordsman made a mistake and came up with a weird method for no reason. Other people's practice is to follow the destiny and seek benefits. This one is not the best. He has transformed his talent from destiny into a human being, which is extremely mysterious. If others were to learn it, they might just think that this technique is just for sensationalism. After all, it is extremely difficult to destroy the meridians on your own. If the force is not applied smoothly at all times, it will end up in a situation where the cultivation level is damaged and the acupuncture points are blocked.
The great thing about Yun Zhong's trip is that he not only got this method, but also got the divine will of Pingqiu Lake. When the sword's energy and spirit were operating on their own, they actually matched the form and meaning of the technique taught by that person. It was truly miraculous. The combination of the two made the technique operate more freely.
If you want to practice spiritual practice, all you need is a sip of wine, no more and no less.
But it happened that this drink caused unbearable pain in the meridians all over the young man's body.
The young man waved his hands to the people in the caravan around him, staggered back to the car, rested for a while, and then dared to take a tentative step into the car. He still felt a stinging pain all over his body. He swallowed the drink just now with great pride, but after that How it tastes, you can only taste it slowly.
It took a while to sit in the carriage. Perhaps he was slightly drunk. Combined with the pain in his body, the young man's thoughts went back to his childhood for no reason.
Father Yun Yiliang's errands are far away, so he rarely returns home on weekdays. He can only go home for a few days at the end of the year or during a long break, so that he can spend time with his wife and children, and take time to solve daily tasks. There are all kinds of things that are difficult for people to handle, and they are very busy.
Only during lunch or dinner, this bookish man would bring two bottles of wine from the small town market. Especially in summer, it is best to move the tables and chairs into the courtyard and pour two glasses of wine. Talk to your wife and children about what you have seen in a foreign land. The wine was ordinary soju, and the people were ordinary three-mouthed people. Although Yun Zhong often got scolded for his poor academic performance, and Yun Yiliang's temper was not peaceful, it was still a rare reunion time in the year.
At this time, the man would always dip his chopsticks into the wine pot, and then pass it to Yun Zhong, who was still young, to let his son have a taste of the wine without good intentions. The young man always sipped his food carefully, which was so spicy that his mouth and throat were on fire. Then he hurriedly spat out the bamboo chopsticks and ran to the broken vat in the courtyard to draw water and drink until he was full. After scolding his own man, and then looking at Yun Zhong's sad expression that didn't seem to be fake, he would often grab the few bamboo chopsticks among the bamboo strips and hit Yun Yiliang's hand.
Although the house has only four walls and the roof tiles are in tatters, Yun Zhong still feels that everything in the town is good. Whether it is Li Dakuai, who is extremely handy but has an eccentric temper, or Mr. Zhou, who wears blue all year round; not to mention the small ditch outside the town where he has been lying many times, or the not-so-fat patch of land that has been cut numerous times during the autumn harvest. Back to the field of arms and legs.
It is now autumn, and it has been nearly a year since the mistress of that dilapidated courtyard passed away.
The night was slightly cool. The young man took out the thick robe that he had not used for a long time, put it on his shoulders, and then looked out of the carriage.
Near Yizhang, autumn actually comes later than at Qi and Qiling. This is because the mountains are relatively low, so the wind passing through here makes it appear cooler than the rest of the area.
The maple leaves are turning red and fluttering.
The young man in a thick robe picked up the flask and took another sip of wine. He choked and cursed several dirty words in the market, covered his belly and almost fell to his knees in the carriage.
"Master once said that drinking is also a form of spiritual practice. Since we practice practice, it is inevitable to suffer hardships, but this suffering is indeed not delicious." The young man who was half-kneeling in the carriage gritted his teeth and almost pushed his body out of the bottom of the carriage. When I came, my whole body was dripping with cold sweat.
"Actually, I don't recognize these words," the young man said to himself, and punched his Dantian. The sword energy in his belly seemed to be sullen and more domineering, "Drinking is drinking, one code is the same, it's just a mere code A broken sword from an unknown age, still trying to overturn the world?"
Another gulp of wine, another punch in the stomach.
This time, the young man did not even hold the jujube-colored elixir in his mouth, but forcefully held back the strong sword energy that surged in his body.
Always hurt by the sword energy, the young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he tried his best to anger Qiu Hu, but he had to give the broken sword a few punches. For the first time since then, the mysterious and wonderful sword energy and spirit have spread out all the edges of the body. Even the countless fine golden threads in the sword body are excited and come out with the sword energy.
The pain was so deep that the young man remembered one thing his master had told him.
The master and apprentice once passed by a blacksmith shop, and Wu Shuang once asked the young man what the unparalleled sword was. With Yun Zhong's usual slippery temper, he saw that his master seemed to be just asking casually, so he said that among swordsmen, Wu Shuang was naturally Wu Shuang, and his master's sword must be the best in the world.
But for the first time, he received training.
Wu Shuang said that what makes a sword unparalleled is that after the whole body of the sword is melted and forged, the sword body is quenched by entering water, causing mist to rise, or the sword body is sharpened and sharpened, and the sword is drawn out of the sheath with a flash of cold light.
Only those who endure the most hardships and then persevere can be said to be unparalleled in swordsmanship.
So the men who were still having a drink in the house didn't know it, and the wild birds in the mountains didn't know it. They could only know the red leaves in the wind.
In the cool night with gradually changing autumn colors, the young man had a shining long sword in his belly and a shining long sword in his hand.
Just like when Wu Shuangchuan used three sword moves to cure the poison of the cicada in Qingcheng; just like after running up the mountain, Huamei climbed up the stairs again, climbed up the stairs again, climbed up the stairs again, and climbed up the stairs again.
