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As soon as the winter solstice passed, it became even colder in the Wudang Mountains.
The Qingyang Palace was completely white, and even the ruins of the walls were buried. Outside the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian was showing off his fists in the snow.
He exhaled and breathed very long, and stretched his arms naturally. At this time, his boxing stance was no longer rigid or soft as before, but a combination of firmness and softness. He made fist seals, and his temperament kept changing, sometimes as if he were standing on a wall. Sometimes it's like a vast sea, sometimes it's like a prairie fire, and then it's like a sea of stars rising and falling, with thousands of trees forming a forest.
The heart is like fire, the lungs are like gold, the liver is like wood, the spleen is like earth, and the kidneys are like water. Once you practice the five elements, the five internal organs will sing in unison.
This is already the eighth level of practice of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". There is no fixed boxing frame, and all understanding depends on the practitioner himself.
Even though the wind was as cold as ice knives and snow swords, Su Qinian's whole body was as warm as a stove. A thick white mist rose around him. He walked up and down in the sea of mist, and the ice and snow melted wherever he passed. He was really like a fairy. , it has a kind of ethereal and transcendent air.
As soon as the boxing racket came down, Su Qinian stopped. His internal organs and five internal organs were a little numb. He seemed to be stronger than before. Along with his energy and blood, he seemed to have begun to surpass the previous seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". limit.
However, the consumption was huge, far beyond Su Qinian's imagination. Just one time after the fight, the blood energy contained in the demon bear broth for breakfast was all gone in an instant.
"The poor are rich in literature and rich in martial arts. If the rich and famous people in the outer courtyard have reached this level of Kung Fu practice, there will be a steady stream of blood food from monsters and beasts at the foot of the mountain, and even many health-building elixirs to replenish vitality will be sent up, while ordinary small Even if a disciple from a small family or even a poor family realizes the essence of this level of Kung Fu, they can only rely on accumulation over time and slowly working through it."
Su Qinian took a deep breath and decided to take another trip to the outer courtyard of Baiyun Peak.
During this annual festival competition, there may be undercurrents surging in the outer courtyard, leaving little time for the three of them.
After not leaving Qingyang Peak for several days, Su Qinian noticed a lot of strange looks as soon as he walked in Wudang Mountain.
"The Qingyun Ladder's Qinggong footwork is second-rate and top-notch. It even contains the seeds of true meaning. It doesn't matter if your understanding is too poor, you can successfully inherit it."
"Martial arts of third-rate and above are all included in the Wudang inheritance. According to common sense, although we disciples are in the outer courtyard, we are not considered entry-level disciples. Only after we successfully build the foundation, open up the Dantian, and nurture the inner family's true energy, we will be admitted. Carve a life tablet and list it in the back hall of the ancestral hall. Only then can you have the opportunity to come into contact with second-rate or even stronger martial arts secrets."
"But someone checked my Wudang History and found out that the "Qingyun Ladder" seems to be one of the light kung fu techniques of the Qingyang Peak lineage back then. It is said to be a smooth step up to the blue sky..."
Some disciples from the outer courtyard were chatting quietly, their eyes vaguely scanning Su Qinian in the distance.
"The Qingluo of Baiyun Peak's outer courtyard is also a waste. They just built the foundation, and they were defeated by Su Qinian."
"It's just relying on first-class sword skills. Whoever I wait for has this inheritance, they can also do it."
…
But from beginning to end, no one really got close to Su Qinian. He seemed to be isolated, and everyone stayed away like a monster.
At first, Su Qinian frowned, but soon he relaxed, smiled casually, and strode away.
Baiyunfeng outer courtyard.
Returning after the winter solstice, Su Qinian felt the solemn atmosphere floating in the air, a sense of tension. Not long after he stepped into the gate of the outer courtyard, Su Qinian's eyes were slightly stern. He noticed that there was a faint atmosphere coming from some pavilions and private courtyards. With no energy, some eyes fell on him from a distance, unable to escape his mental perception.
None of them are weak. Even Su Qinian has a good grasp of Qi. The owner of these eyes is far stronger than Qingluo back then, and he is not even on the same level at all.
Foundation-building figure, entry-level disciple!
As soon as Su Qinian's heart moved, he understood that the twelfth lunar month was approaching, and the entry-level foundation-building disciples from the outer courtyard who were usually away from the mountains and traveled around the world came back one after another and began to practice in seclusion to consolidate what they had gained during the year.
Su Qinian was so energetic that when he looked at some quiet corners of the yard from a distance, it seemed like there were furnaces burning. That kind of hot and strong energy and blood was definitely not something that ordinary seventh-level "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" could possess. of.
In the martial arts field, as Su Qinian walked by, some disciples stopped and watched him go away. It was so out of place. Su Qinian's eyes were indifferent, and his mental power captured everyone's expressions. His mood became more peaceful, and his feelings were warm and warm. , for him now, it is just the best nourishment for tempering his mental power.
As the twelfth lunar month approaches, the smell of the medicinal herbs in Taoist Jingwu's yard has become much lighter, and there is a fragrant medicinal gas overflowing. Take a breath, your blood will be rippling, and your spirit will be clear. This is the fragrance of Dan.
"Now that you are here, it seems you have gotten some news."
Taoist Jingwu took a deep look at Su Qinian and said: "Tolerate what others cannot tolerate. If you don't tolerate it in a small way, it will mess up the big plan."
"A sword would rather break than bend, and so would a knife." Su Qinian said calmly.
With a chuckle, Taoist Jingwu said: "But you are being extreme. Wudang also has a first-class swordsmanship called the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen. It was created by the three crazy Taoists of the first generation. It is straight and unpredictable, and only takes Shenmen. It also takes the door of the human heart.”
Su Qinian shook his head and said: "Only take what is straight and don't seek what is right. The three crazy Taoists are wrong. It is neither a sword nor a sword."
Um?
Taoist Jingwu raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise, and said in a deep voice: "What kind of cultivation and realm are you? You know a lot about swordsmanship, but you dare to question the swordsmanship of the three crazy Taoists of the first generation."
At this moment, the air in the entire courtyard became stagnant. Su Qinian felt a pressure, originating from the spiritual level. He was amazed in his heart. Taoist Jingwu had profound cultivation and suppressed his spirit in his breath. He originally said that he would be able to set foot in it in half a year. In the first-class realm, it seems that at the moment, I'm afraid there is still some modesty.
However, he was not moved and said seriously: "The sage has to examine himself three times every day and is not ashamed to ask questions. He also has his own shortcomings. If we remain steadfast in our own way, how can we have the five thousand years of peace and prosperity of our great Han Dynasty, where all kinds of miraculous feats and stunts emerge in endlessly? This piece of land has long since fallen and turned into a demon tribe’s food town.”
Shaking his head, Taoist Jingwu's face softened slightly and he said: "You are very eloquent. Since you have already made up your mind, I won't advise you. Just tell me what you want to do with me."
Su Qinian took off the package from his back and made a clanking sound. After untying it, he found more than four hundred taels of silver. Two hundred taels of it were snow silver with excellent fineness. The other two hundred taels were ordinary silver with fine fineness. A little darker, but they are all complete silver ingots.
In addition, there is an old mountain ginseng that the three of them got under the ancient osmanthus tree in Wudang Mountain.
"Well, thirty-year-old wild ginseng seems to have only been picked for two months. It's rare to find it in the mountains. I still have more than four hundred taels of silver. What do you want to exchange for it?"
"Six Open Heaven Pills."
Taoist Jingwu glanced at Su Qinian and said with a half-smile: "You are more straightforward and have a good appetite. The Kaitian Pill is my Wudang's unique foundation-building pill. Its potency is mellow, mild, and continuous. It is the most suitable for my Wudang " The practice of "Turtle and Snake Technique" can help build the foundation, break through barriers, and open up the world. The entire outer courtyard only has a few supply every month, so you ask for six as soon as you ask?"
"Conditions." Su Qinian remained calm.
Nodding, Taoist Jingwu said: "It seems that you are really getting started with the "Hurting Knife". A gentleman is magnanimous, and even the terms of negotiation are so bright. However, if you read the books of sages, you should understand that the friendship between gentlemen is like water, and there is sacrifice. Getting something in return is the way to go, and getting something for nothing will only lead you astray.”
Turning around and walking into the house, when he came out again, a pure white porcelain bottle as big as a baby's fist was thrown into Su Qinian's hand.
"In half a year, if you don't die, I want you to help me kill him."
A chop?
Su Qinian frowned, what to kill?
Waving his hand, Taoist Jingwu turned around and walked into the house without explaining or waiting for Su Qinian to agree.
Down the mountain, on the way home.
In front of the Qingyang Palace, the moment Su Qinian stepped into the palace gate, a ray of sword light struck at an angle, swift and sharp, producing a whistling sound.
He raised a hand in an instant, curled his fingers, and flicked it in the air. With a clang and an exclamation, a slightly immature figure flew out and fell into the snow several feet away. (Updated at noon. Please give me free daily recommendation tickets. Please collect it. Thank you in ten steps.)
