(I’m quite satisfied with this chapter tonight, and I ran out of time to write it, but it feels very good, very good. Well, as usual, I’m asking for votes and collections.)
Many inmates on probation have various speculations, but the owner of the seven thatched houses near the water is miserable.
They were trapped in Tai Chi rotation and the yin and yang field, and their energy and blood couldn't be controlled. In addition, they took the initiative to activate it before, and now they can't stop even if they want to.
The energy and fist power of the seven people was like building a furnace of blood and energy. Su Qinian was placed in it, extracted in every possible way, and refined into refined steel.
At this time, the seven of them still didn't know what Su Qinian was thinking. He was treating them as coolies, using their energy and blood fist power to forcefully penetrate the bones and break through the bone layer to temper the marrow blood.
Normally, martial arts practitioners build the foundation, step by step. The marrow blood is located in the middle of the human skeleton, the marrow sea. It is very difficult to temper the qi and blood. It is blocked by the bone layer and has to penetrate minute by minute. Therefore, the practice of this layer of kung fu , the time and month consumption is very long, even almost catching up with the sum of the previous six levels of effort.
Such hard work was turned into a furnace of fire by Su Qinian with the help of the blood punches of seven of the top prisoners on death row in Xiaoyao Valley, just like the celestial weapon masters tempering gold and iron, refining and forging thousands of times, and the results were immediate.
Now, Su Qinian's body was almost as transparent as water, with bright red blood, white bones, and a few shadows on his internal organs.
As if he were in a raging fire, Su Qinian was extremely bold to use the power of Qi and blood fists to refine the marrow, but he had mental power within him. The first level of "****" was operating to the extreme, and his mental power turned into thousands. Thousands of threads seep into the body, pulling it forcefully and restraining every bit of blood and energy.
It was just him. If anyone else had acted carelessly like this, the seven strands of blood that were not much weaker than his would have entered the body, causing the five internal organs to shift, the meridians to burst, and the body to become disabled.
confused! confused!
Slowly, the bones belonging to Su Qinian gradually became transparent, and the bright red marrow blood could be seen inside, flowing in the marrow sea, not very quickly, as if it had a sticky feeling, gurgling.
There was a fresh aroma coming from his mouth. Su Qinian couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. His mouth was full of sweetness, like nectar.
Marrow blood makes fine wine!
Su Qinian's heart moved. The bone marrow produces blood. Refining the marrow is equivalent to exchanging blood. In exchange for all the impurities in the blood, an impure body will naturally be achieved. The saliva produces fragrance, like nectar, which shows that the effort of refining the marrow has already begun. It can be regarded as a small task. It’s done.
At this time, Su Qinian looked at the owners of the seven fists. Each one of them looked pale and had a huge loss of energy and blood. It would take several days of careful cultivation to make up for it, and he could not go into the mountains to collect herbs.
With a thought in his mind, Su Qinian twisted his seven punches and fought back.
puff! puff!
The seven people were knocked away, each one vomiting blood. Although they seemed to be more seriously injured, if you look carefully, the color on the seven people's faces has barely recovered.
"What a subtle power control!"
The two brothers in the ninth thatched hut gritted their teeth. They were damned. They still couldn't believe it. How could their lives have undergone such a transformation in just one month.
The transparent body slowly returned to flesh color. Su Qinian let out a long roar, and the air behind him was violently distorted.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a sound of hoofs hitting the ground, which was very dull and depressing. It was a fierce horse with a body as red as fire, a long mane, and hoofs as big as bowls, stepping out of the twisted air.
Its eyes are very unruly, but behind Su Qinian, it looks very tame. The horse's hooves rise and fall very light and strong, and its posture is elegant, but it shows a sense of strength.
"Sweat and blood, sweat and blood BMW!"
The surrounding prisoners on death row were all shocked, struggled to speak, and all of them stepped back involuntarily.
Su Qinian's eyes were not sharp, nor were they gentle after experiencing the world, but were grand, bright or magnanimous.
Yes, his eyes were open and broad, scanning everyone, his spine was straight, and his black hair was light. Even though his dark green robe was not very luxurious, and it was far inferior to many suspended prisoners wearing silk satin robes, at this moment, in the eyes of the suspended prisoners Inside, there is a temperament that cannot be ignored, as if the sun illuminates the darkness, making them clearly aware of the dirt in their hearts, with no escape and every detail.
Along the passage where the crowd gave way, Su Qinian gradually moved away.
The owners of the thatched houses near the water looked at the man and the horse, who struggled to get up, with complicated expressions.
"The horse's body is still a bit illusory, but it has begun to take shape. It may not yet have the strength of a thousand catties, but it definitely has the strength of seven to eight hundred catties."
"Could the young Marquis know something..."
Some of the prisoners on death row whispered, feeling uncontrollable envy after being ashamed. Living in Xiaoyao Valley, they were eager to build a foundation than any other people in the martial arts world. They walked on the edge of life and death every day, even sleeping peacefully at night. Can't have peace of mind.
They understand that, like Su Qinian, he may be able to completely push the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" to perfection within a year, and have the qualifications to try to build the foundation, open up the Dantian, and nurture the inner family's true energy.
On the waterfront.
Taoist Jingdu looked at the young man in front of him. His beard seemed to have been combed and was no longer so thick.
Without saying anything more, Su Qinian bowed to the Taoist.
Waving his hands, Taoist Jingdu turned around and left. After walking a little further, a faint voice sounded, which seemed to be a poem, but it was not ordinary, more like a song.
"There is a strong wind ahead, the yin and yang are both dogs, there are nine layers of loess, there will be no turning back in life or death..."
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"Nine layers of loess, life and death will never look back. Nine layers of loess, life and death will never look back..."
Walking in the deep mountains and old forests, Su Qinian chanted, Taoist Jingdu's singing was full of tragedy and great pride. This made Su Qinian increasingly unable to see through the delicate thoughts of this seemingly rude Taoist. It's often confusing.
Qingyang Peak.
When he came to the foot of the mountain again, Su Qinian took a serious mountain road. The mountain road was winding and some smooth stone surfaces and broken branches could be seen. Apparently someone had taken the first step and simply cleaned it up.
Qingyang Stream, the stone path down the stream has traces of knives and axes. Simple stone steps have been cut out one after another. The moss has been removed, but it is much safer than before.
Some gravel and weeds were piled outside the palace gate. Su Qinian stood in front of the Qingyang Palace and looked up at the plaque inscribed in the handwriting of the first Qingyang Palace owner. He had also wiped it with water. Although it was full of cracks, the words Qingyang Palace had already been written. clear and distinct.
"Good calligraphy! What a strong gold and stone energy!"
Seeing these three words clearly, Su Qinian couldn't help but admire. He was also a scholar. He was devoted to the teachings of sages and sages. He practiced writing and calligraphy since he was a child. Now that he has read many poems and books in the past fifteen years, how many times have he been able to write between the rise and fall of his pen? It's quite meaningful, but compared with the three words "Qingyang Palace", it pales into insignificance, and the spirit, energy and spirit are not on the same level at all.
"The master of a peak, a figure who proves the Tao Yuanshen, has another level of grasp of the principles of the world and the movement of heaven. I am afraid that all such figures are great scholars. Principles suppress power, and power upholds morality. It is impossible to appear in the past life Some heroes in the biographies of knights who cannot read Chinese characters can only be called martial artists."
Su Qinian sighed, even from the ups and downs of the three characters on the plaque, he could catch the hidden edge. It was obvious that this first-generation peak master was profound in martial arts and left his own edge in the words. , even though they are thousands of years apart, they have not been completely erased by time.
Entering the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian couldn't help laughing, because the fat man Qingye had a big white cloth on his head and a long-handled broom in his hand. He took off his Taoist robe and wrapped it around his waist, revealing the snow-white lining. As the weeds and sand were cleaned, He was covered in dust, sweat was visible on his forehead, and he was cursing.
"What a mess! What a damn old bastard! Jing his grandma's river! Soak the river! Soak the pig cage!"
Not far away, Qing Yu helplessly wiped his sweat beads, shook his head towards Su Qinian who walked in, smiled bitterly, and said, "It seems it's not as simple as imagined."
Taking over a broom, Su Qinian also joined in.
Lifting his feet to step on a few weeds that had slipped through the net, Su Qinian buried his head and said, "It's the handyman who refuses to send anyone."
Blicking off a piece of dirt on the Taoist robe, Qing Yu said in a deep voice: "Each peak has its own land and income. If you want to hire people for the handyman's house, you have to collect money and spend money, or I, Qingyang Peak, can open the handyman's house myself. Summon the disciples from the outer courtyard who have passed the age limit to settle in and wait for dispatch." (I am quite satisfied with this chapter tonight, and it was written over time, but it feels very good, very good. Well, as usual, please vote and collect.)
