The blind man took a sip of wine and covered Ling Ding with a blanket. The road was a little bumpy, but the hired driver was very skilled and the two young horses ran at a leisurely pace.
Chen Yun and Yang Xiaotao closed their eyes and rested, wrapped in blankets and hugging each other.
He opened the curtains of the carriage and turned on the image in his mind. He was surrounded by mountains and forests, but because it was still winter, the forest was dormant with life.
The carriage and horses were indeed not cheap to hire, but the blind man still had plenty of money left.
Because he took the time to go back to the woods where he was fighting with Li Jiuling, he picked up the two guns and found a weapons shop to sell them, making a net profit of eight hundred taels.
It's a pity that the horse under Li Jiuling's crotch was not found. After all, the horse looked like a strange beast, and he had never eaten horse meat.
But if you don't find it, you don't find it, so it doesn't matter.
Calculating the time, the carriage has been traveling for almost ten days, and it is closer to Linjiang City.
The inner Qi of Ba Duan Jin circulates around the body, and the wine in the body is also decomposed.
After taking another sip, he said, "It's too cold. Let's drink a little to warm up."
"Didn't you never drink before?" Ling Ding wrote on the blind man's palm.
"I was underage before, but now we are both more than adults. Of course we can drink it." Qin Xiya said.
He is twenty-one and is an adult, so he can drink in moderation. Ling Ding is also twenty, so naturally he can do the same.
In fact, this is not a reason. Wine is not a good thing, but it is also a good thing. It can sterilize and "analgesic".
He began to consciously teach Ling Ding to get used to strong alcohol in advance.
After shaking the gourd, the blind man listened to the remaining wine, which was quite a lot.
The blind man had already drank all the gourd of wine before, and after passing by a certain restaurant, he spent money to buy some shabu knives.
This roasted knife tastes good, made from sweet potato. It is pungent and piercing the throat, like a fireball. It passes through the esophagus and falls into the stomach pouch to disperse some chills.
Although "Ba Duan Jin" has the effect of protecting against cold and heat, a few sips can also relieve the sadness during the journey.
After taking another sip, he handed the gourd to Ling Ding.
The bell took it, and after a sip, he stuck out his tongue and slapped it. After feeling relieved, he wrote on the blind man's palm: "Can I not practice sword practice today?"
Her face was red, which was a symptom of drinking, but interestingly enough, Ling Ding wasn't tipsy, so she obviously had a good amount of alcohol.
With her pretty face flushed, Lingdang looked at the blind man eagerly, and unconsciously touched the tender calluses on her palms.
"No." The blind man shook his head, "Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. You are not me, so naturally you have to continue practicing. It would be okay if you slacked off in the past, but you can't do it now."
In the past, blind men always kept bells in safe places, but now that there are monsters, can those safe places really be "safe"?
True security must have a reassuring "power" within oneself and leave nothing to chance.
Therefore, even if you sharpen your weapon in battle, you must let Bell have the power to protect itself.
Zhong Ding was a little angry, maybe because she was drunk, and she was a little bolder. She grabbed the blind man's hand and continued to write: "Then I will practice "Ba Duan Jin" more."
It's not a request, but a statement. It can be seen that she is determined not to practice swordsmanship.
[Please beg me to practice. 】But she still has some little thoughts, a little bit of "acting like a baby".
It's like a young couple is at odds with each other, waiting for the other party to coax them, and as long as they are coaxed, they will smile. "Little thoughts."
But the blind person doesn't know her little thoughts, because Qin Xiya is single like me.
Then she saw the thick calluses on the blind man's hands, and her eyes softened.
He continued: "After sending off Mrs. Yang and Miss Yang, let's stop wandering around like this, okay? Spring is about to start, let's find a warmer place to live, okay? Stop fighting and killing."
The blind man couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, but he forced himself to be cruel: "Then you practice "Ba Duan Jin" for a while, and then practice swordsmanship for a while."
Lingdang sighed helplessly and wrote on the blind man's palm: "You are really a piece of wood. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Xiya is not a fool, of course he understands the meaning of the bell, but he doesn't have much time to stay.
"I don't know." The blind man pretended to be dumbfounded.
Lingdang was not angry and ignored the blind man. He just started practicing "Ba Duan Jin" on his own.
The blind man was watching over the side, using his fortune-defying hand to rest on the pulse of the bell. While pushing the "door" for the bell's life-connecting palace, he checked the path of the inner energy, for fear that the inner energy would go astray.
In terms of qualifications, Lingdang's talent in inner energy cultivation is far greater than that of the blind man.
For example, if the blind man's talent for internal energy cultivation is the stick insect, then the bell's talent is the giant leaf bug.
This is talent, you have to throw it away when comparing things.
But the blind man is neither jealous nor envious.
The fortune-defying hand performed a strange skill and vaguely saw the fate palace of the bell. No matter how many times he saw it, the blind man was always amazed.
The blind man's palace is completely black and looks like it is made of stubborn iron and stone, while the bell's palace is magnificent with carved beams and paintings, like an imperial palace.
Comparing the two contrasts, the blind man determined one thing, that is, the "decoration material" of the Life Palace is closely related to personal qualifications. It seems that when the blind man enters the Life Palace, he not only has to push the door, but also the "source of life" behind the door. In this way, the blind man's life palace can be "renovated".
But Ling Ding doesn't need it, as her qualifications in inner energy cultivation seem to be at their peak.
Although I don't know how the martial arts levels in this world are divided, my own proficiency can be used as a standard.
Beginner→Proficient→Proficient→Pure Jing→Grandmaster→Teacher→Exception, and [Extreme] which reaches full proficiency after the exception, are the standards for blind people.
In just ten days, judging from my own personal experience, Ling Dang's "Ba Duan Jin" cultivation level has become half-step master, just one step away.
It is estimated that with a little more help, she will be able to reach the Grand Master, but just the Grand Master... is not enough.
The blind man thought for a while, and then used the "gesture" of his destiny-defying hand to stretch and soothe the eight extraordinary meridians of the bell.
Grandmaster, dean, exceptional, extreme, in just one hour, Ling Dang's "Ba Duan Jin" internal energy cultivation has reached its peak.
However, it is not without consumption. Not only the blind man's own internal energy loss was huge, but also some of the small fat on Lingdang's body was gone.
Feeling a little sleepy, the blind man said: "You should practice the current Baduanjin, I have to rest for a while."
He said, getting ready to take a nap.
But there was a faint throbbing in his body, like the rhythm of life.
He felt carefully the source of that rhythm...
It's Kung Ling.
The same rhythm is also reflected in the bell.
It seemed like it resonated.
Pull yourself together, search yourself with your fate-defying hand, and check the bell.
I saw two little dolls respectively.
The little doll inside me looks childish and cute, a fat little man with eyes closed and made of pink and jade. His facial features are similar to those of the blind man, but he is a baby version.
The same goes for the bell. The female doll has pink makeup and silver, and is slightly richer. Her facial features are exactly the same as the bell, and she also looks like a young child.
The two dolls are like the golden boys and girls in New Year paintings, toddling outside the Palace of Life.
Kung Ling was born.
But if you are separated from the observation of the destiny-defying hand, you will not be able to see or feel the existence of the spirit.
Some changes can only be detected from the operation of the technique.
The skill seems to be independent, but in fact it is closely connected with itself. Rather than saying that the skill is an independent individual, it is better to say that the skill is half of one's own body and a continuation of oneself, and it seems to be another extra "organ" , this feeling is novel and mysterious.
In addition to feeling, there is also intuitive "direct assistance".
In the past, the big and small weekly cycles of Kung Fu required you to actively operate them with your own consciousness before they were practiced. Even the inner Qi needed to have the prerequisites of "mobilization".
But now, there is no need to be distracted anymore. The exercises circulate on their own. Whether walking, sitting or lying down, or resting and eating, the exercises are running all the time.
The inner Qi is also controlled like an arm. As soon as the mind comes, the inner Qi will follow. It is like a spiritual connection and a tacit understanding of partners cooperating with each other.
What is even more extraordinary is that the martial spirits seem to be attracting external forces and improving their own [qualifications].
In other words, it is broadening and deepening the potential of the practice.
The blind man realized carefully that although Baduanjin was still "extremely strong" at this moment, he felt a little loose.
Then he thought about the information about this world again.
"Gong Ling can assist warriors to enter Taoism through martial arts... What kind of [Entering Taoism through martial arts] method is that? Gong Ling can practice it on his own, so that the Kung Fu can be promoted to become an Immortal Cultivation Technique?"
