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Qingyang Palace is dilapidated and has been silent for too long. There are weeds and rocks everywhere. If it were in its heyday five hundred years ago, there would be dozens or hundreds of Taoist Taoists cleaning it three times in the morning, noon and evening every day. The agarwood in it permeates the entire Qingyang Peak.
Throughout the morning, Su Qinian and the others only cleaned 10% of the Qingyang Palace. In addition, some ruins needed to be repaired, leaving the palace empty. They also needed to purchase various desks, incense burners, futons, etc., and many other chores. It's simply not something that three people can keep busy with.
"Damn it, quit it!"
At noon, the fat man threw down his broom and sat down on the stone steps in front of the Qingyang Hall. He was ashen and gray-faced, his snow-white lining was already black and gray, his clothes were open, and he was sweating all over. In this winter, he looked like a big steamer.
"Three Palms, Palm Peak, this is your lunch."
A Taoist Taoist came in carrying a bamboo basket and placed it next to the pile of weeds. His eyes were filled with a strange look, as if it was a shame to call him such a name. After glancing at Su Qinian and the others, he quickly turned around and left. .
With a gloomy face, looking at the back of the Taoist Taoist Taoist who was running away, the fat man was about to speak, but Su Qinian held him down with one hand and said: "Since we don't provide help in times of need, there is no need for icing on the cake in the future. Force can create For everything, we must first strengthen ourselves. If the three of you and I succeed in building the foundation, I think there will definitely be some changes."
Putting down his broom, Qing Yu also mused: "Yes, it is not an option to continue like this. You and I still have to practice martial arts. This must not be delayed. We can only put down everything in the palace first and wait until you and I have established the foundation. To raise money, it’s a pity that five hundred years ago, I, Qingyang Peak, had 200 acres of fertile farmland. All I planted was tiger tooth rice watered with the blood of demon tigers. One pound of tiger tooth rice was equivalent to one tael of snowflake silver. At that time, silver was like water. There was no worry at all.”
"It's empty talk. Back then, the peaks were divided and the palace was emptied out. Five hundred years of water have flowed. If you want to go back, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do so."
Su Qinian shook his head. Five hundred years have passed, and one hundred years is the Spring and Autumn Period. Let alone the five generations of reincarnation, it has long been a confusing account.
He took the bamboo basket and opened it, and inside there were three large bowls of hot demon bear broth. But Qingyu knew that after leaving the outer courtyard, all the money for the blood food was counted on their Qingyangfeng head, and was in the utility room. , and even set up a special account book, which clearly recorded one expenditure after another.
These must be settled one by one after Qingyang Peak reopens the mountain gate, and the annual records will be handed over again.
In Wudang Mountain, the seventy-two peaks have their own fertile fields, and the surrounding counties and towns of Wudang also have their own industries, such as incense shops, martial arts schools, etc. Every year, a fixed income is turned over to the sect for the operation of the sect. , select and train disciples.
After truly taking charge of Yifeng, Su Qinian and the other three felt the pressure on their shoulders. With many affairs and the operation of the same line, the name of this palm peak was not just about status, it was as simple as understatement.
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As the demon bear broth entered his stomach, Su Qinian felt the energy and blood all over his body, as if he had swallowed a ball of fire, and his limbs and bones became hot.
This is a kind of monster in the wilderness that is more powerful than the monster tiger. A monster bear can even barely fight two monster tigers. In the martial arts, the ordinary seven-level foundation building skill cannot withstand the power of a fierce horse.
Putting on the seventh level of the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", Su Qinian moved slowly and looked soft, but when it fell into the eyes of Qing Yu and the others, he became a little more dignified. In the outer courtyard, there were so many strong people, they His eyesight is much better than that of the prisoners on death row in Xiaoyao Valley. Although Su Qinian's movements are slow now, once he exerts force, he will immediately turn to the strongest. This is obviously the principle of Tai Chi Yin and Yang that can only be done after a certain level of understanding. The thing is, both of them are far behind now.
After several rounds of boxing, Su Qinian felt that the bones all over his body were numb, and the penetration of blood and blood was further, and the marrow blood became thicker and thicker. However, compared with the previous effect of building a furnace with the power of seven people's blood and fists, and forcibly tempering it, it was just Much worse.
After practicing boxing a few times, Su Qinian meditated again and woke up within less than a stick of incense. He was full of energy and his eyes were shining, which made the fat man stunned.
"Meditate with a stick of incense and enter samadhi? You have entered samadhi!"
The corners of Qingyu's mouth twitched slightly, and he was a little speechless. He meditated quietly, followed the principles of nature, and adjusted himself to integrate with the world and the surrounding world. He used the power of heaven and earth to nourish and restore his spirit, speed up the body's absorption of blood, and adjust his breath. , entering the five realms of concentration, turtle breath, innateness, and divine illumination. Generally speaking, martial arts practitioners who have not yet established the foundation and opened up the Dantian will find it difficult to enter concentration no matter how deep they meditate and adjust their breath.
Because only after the true qi has been conceived and the subtle awareness is gained, the grasp of the qi and blood of the physical body can be penetrated, and the foundation for entering concentration can be established.
Of course, there are not exceptions. For example, in his Wudang outer courtyard, there are several disciples who have read three hundred volumes of Taoist scriptures. They have practiced Taoism since childhood, and their teachings are natural. After the age of 18, the practice of "Turtle and Snake Technique" progressed by leaps and bounds. In just a few years, he successfully established the foundation. He was competed by various peaks and accepted as his disciple, becoming a disciple.
"I didn't expect that the two of us have been in the outer courtyard for several years in vain, and now we have to ask Qinian for advice. I'm really ashamed." Qingyu couldn't help but shake his head.
"The sage is not ashamed to ask, but we are not even as good as a toe of the sage, so what is there to be ashamed of?"
Fatty Qingye rolled his eyes and said. Such a metaphor made Qingyu glare at him. There was never a good word coming out of this fool's mouth.
An hour later.
In front of Qingyang Spring, Qingyu threw the Qingyang Ling, and gurgling spring water suddenly appeared in the dry spring pool. The cold air was like white mist, lingering and rising, like a fairy spring, and like stars from heaven falling to the earth.
In the quiet but solemn Qingyang Palace, the aroma of agarwood fills the nostrils, which calms the mind. The ever-burning lamp never goes out, and the green smoke curls up from the bluestone-carved animal head incense burner.
You can see the handymen walking by one after another, either sweeping, carrying incense burners, or adding lamp oil, and some are transporting vegetables and fruits. There are blood-red rice, curved like fangs, crystal clear and clear. Yu's eyes lit up, this was clearly the tiger tooth rice recorded in the Wudang History of the Sutra Library.
In the heyday of five hundred years ago, the fire was cooking oil, and even the disciples in the palace ate one tael of snowflakes and silver per pound of tiger tooth rice. The entire Qingyang Peak consumed a lot of money in a day, and they didn't care at all.
Su Qinian sighed in his heart that it would take more than a month or two to recreate such a prosperous scene, or even a year or two.
In front of Qingyang Hall.
Master Jiyuan stood tall, and the three young Taoist priests were also standing in front of the hall, as if they had been waiting for the three of them.
"From today onwards, the three of them will guide you and you will practice individually."
Master Jiyuan spoke, his eyes were gentle, he glanced at Su Qinian and the others, and said calmly: "Disciples of Zhangfeng, if the "Turtle and Snake Technique" does not reach the eighth level, you will not be able to build the foundation."
What!
Su Qinian and the other three were all shocked. If the "Turtle and Snake Technique" does not reach the eighth level, they will not be able to build the foundation!
Fatty Qingye immediately grimaced. How could it be so easy to break through the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique"? Even among the more than a thousand disciples of the entire Wudang Outer Academy, there were no more than twenty who built the foundation with the eighth level of "Turtle Snake Technique". People, from this point of view, it is no easier to break through the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" than to build the foundation. Some people even died because of the impact of the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique", their meridians were severed, Qi and blood flowed backwards, and their bodies exploded. .
"Bastard, follow me!"
Before the fat man could react, a big hand grabbed the hem of his clothes behind his head and lifted it up. Su Qinian was shocked by the sudden change. When he looked in front of the Qingyang Hall again, he didn't know when there was a missing person. That was A young man with a body as tall as an iron tower and an honest face looked annoyed and strode away with the fat man in his arms.
"Put me down, damn fat man, I will be famous for the rest of my life..."
Snapped!
The fat man's voice stopped suddenly. The young man struck a blow, and the fat man fainted, his head drooped, leaving only the sound of slight breathing.
Su Qinian, for example, couldn't help but twitch his face, but he quickly fixed his gaze because a figure stood three feet in front of him without any warning. (The first update is here. The drama of the celestial dynasty, martial arts, aristocratic families, demons, and people’s livelihood is about to begin. Please vote for your recommendation and collect it.)
