An Xuelun stood guard at the entrance of the cave, carefully listening and observing what was going on below. Seeing that Hei Wa came out after a quarter of an hour, his face looked a little tired, and he greeted with a smile: "Hei Wa, you meditate first and rest. When you recover, switch to me, and we'll take turns. As long as the falcons flying high in the sky don't discover our whereabouts, the Beirong cultivators have limited manpower and they won't be able to search this place."
Chang Siguo has no polite excuses, it doesn't matter who comes first and who comes last.
He also needed time to digest the "near spectrum" that appeared in his mind. He guessed that it was a good thing, and the process of transmitting the skills alone was unheard of.
He unscrewed the leather pot, cleaned his hands, and took out a bag of fried batter and dried bacon that had been soaked in river water and steamed dry.
He said hello: "Brother An, would you like some to fill your stomach?"
An Xuelun didn't have the habit of eating food from outsiders in the wild. What's more, Hei Wa rummaged through the corpses of Beirong cultivators. He quickly took out a brocade bag from his arms and said with a smile: "You can use it for yourself, I brought it." Jerky.”
Chang Siguo is not polite, he eats a lot, and this half pack of dry food is only enough for him to eat two meals.
Following An Xuelun's example, I grabbed the fried batter and dried bacon with my hands and roasted them until they were fragrant and steaming. I wolfed down half full, drank a few more sips of water, and carefully put away the remaining dry food.
Then I went to the corner of the cave, used thatch and dead branches to pave a slightly clean place to sit on a protruding rock, took off my bow, quiver, and quiver, put it in a convenient position, sat down with my side facing the entrance of the cave, and closed my eyes. Breath control and movement.
An Xuelun looked at it a few times in surprise. Aren't the beginning methods of strength training in the army all using fists to perform exercises and move strength?
Where did you learn to meditate and strengthen your qi?
Seeing the slightly steaming white air on Heiwa's head, it was obvious that it had reached the level of true energy. An Xuelun didn't bother to think about it. The little guy was weird. Maybe there was another opportunity to "grab it" from elsewhere. Obtained the superb body tempering technique.
Half an hour later, Chang Siguo finished his work, opened his eyes, stood up, and assumed a posture of a tiger pouncing on food with a twisted waist and bent body. With a burst of crackling joints, he practiced every move and became extremely familiar. Fu Hu Jin.
Luck drives the energy, strikes slowly and withdraws slowly, punches and kicks are clean and neat, and the energy is restrained.
Following the movements of his fists and kicks, there were sounds and explosions in the air, but he didn't even lift up the dust under his feet.
An Xuelun stared at it for a moment and nodded slightly.
Experts say that it is a skill to be able to beat the powerful Fuhu Jin until it is so slow and heavy, and the Qi flow is full of murderous intent. In addition to practicing Fuhu Jin hard for many years, you must also have a deep understanding of it. Enlightenment.
Otherwise, it would not be possible to be so pleasing to the eye and consistent with a certain rhythm and boxing theory.
He had also practiced the martial art of forging fists and kicks in the early days of the military, so he was naturally very familiar with Fu Hu Jin.
Seeing someone in front of him, who could perform the ordinary Fu Hu Jin to such a high level, it made his palms itch. He was greatly inspired and wanted to practice a set, but Zhu Yu really didn't dare to show his shame at the moment.
He was finally convinced that Hei Wa was really a physical trainer in the army.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Chang Siguo was sweating slightly, and his warm breath turned into strands, flowing through his muscles and bones. As he stopped the exercise, he slowly gathered it back into the Qi Sea, and it seemed to outsiders that he had returned to normal. True Yuan realm cultivation level.
Seeing such a magical scene, An Xuelun's eyes were moved with enthusiasm. Heiwa packed up his bow bag and quiver and came over. He patted the rock next to him and motioned to sit down. He raised the topic and said:
"Brother, you played very well at Fu Hujin. You got the guidance from an expert."
Chang Siguo was not used to sitting too close to a smelly man. He wiped the thin sweat on his forehead with his sleeves and did not sit down. He smiled and said: "You are not an expert, are you? A veteran in the army, he told I don’t want to talk too much, just practice hard, punch a million times, and hit, the body will naturally produce instinctive responses, follow the feeling, and there will be nothing wrong.”
Come on, we can't talk today, and we've reached a dead end from the very beginning.
Ask An Xuelun to hit Fuhu Jin a million times. He will definitely not be able to learn this stupid method.
Only a stubborn guy will believe it and stick to it. Foolish people are blessed.
Standing up and stretching, An Xuelun forcibly changed the subject: "There is no movement outside, and you don't have to keep an eye on it. I will practice for a while and I will replace you later."
"Well, I'm awake. Brother, you go practice."
When An Xuelun went to the corner to meditate, Chang Siguo sat on the rock and looked outside the cave.
The view from this angle is excellent. You can overlook the steep slope below and a large area at the foot of the mountain without worrying about being easily spotted by people passing below.
The cold wind blew, and the dead trees swayed, making the sound of cracking ice.
The white snow is deathly and dazzling, and the eyes are filled with desolation.
Being in such a dry, cold and lifeless environment is most likely to arouse sad feelings in the heart.
Only then did a sign appear, but it was suppressed by Chang Siguo.
Sadness in spring and sadness in autumn, sentimentality, are luxuries that are out of reach for him.
He always had an inexplicable sense of crisis, suppressed in his heart, and living in troubled times, he forced himself to seize the time to improve his survival skills and strength. He did not dare to relax even a little bit, and he always practiced it.
I looked inside at the five illusive and erratic words of light in my mind, and stayed in a daze for half a quarter of an hour, often thinking that I had gained nothing.
The light word didn't give him any inspiration, it still flickered and appeared out of reach.
Or haven't found the correct cracking method?
Chang Siguo smiled bitterly and shook his head. He would not be stubborn and persist to the end. He was not Hei Wa.
He glanced outside at the top of the mountain, and there wasn't even a shadow of a bird, so he looked away.
He took out the captured trophy from his arms, an old yellow leather that was gently rolled into a ball, with ink graphics painted on it, and a weird and complex character pattern that looked like insects crawling on it that he didn't recognize.
Chang Siguo was a little dumbfounded, what is this?
Old Man Mo also has limited ink in his stomach, so he cannot teach him other ancient symbols other than the current universal characters.
Glancing at An Xuelun, whose head was filled with white steam, Chang thought about asking An Xuelun for advice later.
I stared at the graffiti-like graphics drawn with thick pens on the leather for a long time, and I could vaguely see that they were abstract footprints, just like the ones I made when I was a child, playing barefoot with my friends on the mud after it rained. trace.
These are when the forefoot touches the ground, and you can see three or five semi-dot marks of different shades of toes touching the ground.
These are the heels pushing on the ground, and the left and right feet can be analyzed based on the half-moon shape of the sole of the foot.
Counting through the whole article, there are twelve footprints... Of course, this is just Chang Siguo's divergent thinking to pass the boring time, and it should be a reminiscence of childhood fun.
When he was a kid, he peed on the sand, and all his friends could guess who's urine was like a dog's and whose urine was like a rooster's. He would not follow his own nonsense practice.
He put away the scroll and glanced down again. The cold scenery was still there.
Changsi is overthinking and uses a little thought to guide the breath from the Dantian to spread out through the meridians. It warms and nourishes the muscles in the waist, abdomen, back, arms, legs, etc. without haste or slowness, and flushes away impurities in the body.
According to the cultivation experience recorded in Qingpa, nourishing the body is a long-term slow and meticulous work.
When it really breaks out, the body can withstand the greater impact of true energy without collapsing.
An Xuelun meditated for almost two hours, until it got dark, when he stopped and stood up, suddenly bursting into laughter.
Chang Siguo, who was silently recuperating his body, glanced down the mountain first, laughing so hard to avoid attracting the attention of the cultivators passing by below. Seeing that there was no one below, he calmly looked at the monk who suddenly had a nervous breakdown for some unknown reason and laughed like a ghost crying or a wolf howling. Brother An.
After laughing, An Xuelun raised his eyebrows and said in a cadence:
"After several battles, life and death hanged by a thread, the two-year bottleneck was finally broken through!"
It turned out to be a breakthrough, no wonder.
"...Congratulations, brother! What is your current level of cultivation?"
Chang Siguo stood up, held up his hands, cheered with a smile, and asked smoothly.
"He just broke through to the peak of the solid state."
"oh."
Seeing that Hei Wa just said "Oh" and did not continue chatting happily, An Xuelun wanted to tell the little guy: It is very difficult to reach the peak of the Consolidation Realm. Not two out of ten cultivators of the Consolidation Realm can reach it.
But when he thought that it only took Heiwa more than four months to reach the initial cultivation level of the solid body realm that would take others three to five years or more to advance, he extinguished all the chicken jelly in his mouth and made a few secret jabs. Poke to show off.
You have to throw away things when comparing goods, compare people with people...stop, no more chatting.
