Qingzhou.
Qingzhou City, where the sun shines brightly, is still bustling with activity.
People were coming and going on the moat, and the traffic was busy. The soldiers stationed at the city gate looked at the passers-by in boredom. The day-to-day work made them boring and numb.
"Third brother, look."
Suddenly, a soldier leaned on his companion's shoulder and motioned for him to look up.
"What?"
The middle-aged soldier known as Third Brother was taking a nap with his head down. Hearing this, he wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked up.
I saw a thin old monk on the road where people were coming and going.
He wanted to scold his companion for making a fuss, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.
Outside of the crimson cassock draped slantingly on the old monk, his shriveled flesh exuded a bronze glow. This attire did not look like the attire of a Dafeng monk, but more like the attire of a group of monks from the Zhuanlun Temple of the Golden Wolf Kingdom.
"The old monk is barefoot..."
The soldier whispered:
"Looking at him coming here covered with travel, he has walked a long way, and he is still barefoot. He must have some martial arts skills..."
"A monk from the Golden Wolf Kingdom, he also possesses martial arts skills."
The middle-aged soldier frowned and wanted to stop him and ask.
However, before he could speak, the wizened old monk suddenly raised his head among the crowd.
Buzz~
The two of them felt their eyes blurred, their spirits were in a trance, and they were stunned in place.
When I came back to my senses, I had forgotten everything before. Those who were bored were still bored, and those who lowered their heads and dozed off were still dozing off.
It was as if nothing had happened.
"Qingzhou, city..."
There was a glimmer of light in the old monk's sunken eye sockets.
On the bustling and noisy streets, the old monk walked step by step. Soon, he came to a main street.
The ground of this street is flatter and smoother than other streets, and has no traces of wind and rain.
"The breath of Chiwuti is cut off here..."
The old monk clasped his hands together and recited in a low voice:
"Namo Amitabha......"
Buzz~
As he chanted the Buddha's name softly, the long street seemed to fall into absolute stillness.
In his eyes, everything disappeared, only various air currents were surrounding him.
"Not even a trace was left..."
A trace of emotion appeared on the old monk's thin face:
"Good means, good means..."
"Okay! Okay! Evil dogs are grabbing food, evil dogs are grabbing food!"
"Bite hard, bite hard! Kill this bad dog, kill this bad dog!"
"Ha ha!"
The shouts of children in the distance attracted the old monk's attention.
His eyes moved slightly, and he appeared at the end of the street more than thirty feet away, at the edge of an alley.
In the alley, dogs barked fiercely.
A group of half-grown children surrounded the alley with sticks and stones, shouting and urging the 'two dogs' inside to bite.
To be precise, it was a ferocious wild dog, and the other one was a short man lying on the ground on all fours. His movements were similar to those of a dog. He was so dirty that his true appearance could not be seen.
At this time, one person and one dog were biting and bleeding for a piece of steamed bun.
"This is......"
The old monk's eyes narrowed.
Then a flash of light appeared in the deep-set eyes, but it was the Ferris wheel technique used, trying to peek into the depths of the man's heart.
"Woof woof woof~"
"ah!!"
Amidst the violent biting, a scream suddenly came.
The children were shocked when they saw the 'dog man' lying on the ground covered in blood. After a few twitches, he actually stopped moving.
The old monk pinched the prayer beads on his wrist and his face darkened:
"Good means."
.........
After the war, An Qisheng temporarily stayed in the Chivalry Sect.
Apart from dreaming every day, he just gave instructions to his disciples. He lived his life leisurely and contentedly, and he didn't seem to take the wanted order into his heart.
In the previous battle, he searched for the spiritual imprints of nearly two thousand martial arts masters from various sects. During this leisure time, he naturally fell into dreams and gained insights one by one.
When it comes to martial arts, one often misses the point by looking down at the high, but there are often different understandings from a high position.
Thousands of people have different faces, and the same martial arts will produce different effects when practiced by different people. Anyone who is successful in practicing martial arts has his or her own uniqueness.
An Qisheng has been a man for two generations, so he naturally understands this truth.
However, even at this time, he could not finish reading the essence of martial arts of two thousand people in a short time.
Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, he seems to be a perfectly normal old Taoist priest.
He wakes up early in the morning every day and slowly performs a set of seemingly ordinary boxing techniques. Before morning cooking, he prepares medicinal meals, ointments, and elixirs. In the morning, he instructs his disciples to practice martial arts. In the afternoon, he sits with Yun Haitian and talks about Taoism.
At night, he meditates and falls asleep.
A disciple of the Chivalry Sect observed him carefully for half a month out of curiosity, and finally discovered to their horror that he meditated every day when the sun was setting, and when he got up every day, it was when the night was about to recede.
That set of boxing always starts when the sun is about to rise and ends when the sun rises completely.
There is no deviation at all, and the regularity will make anyone speechless.
In fact, when martial arts has reached his current state, every move he makes is martial, walking, sitting and lying down are all martial arts. It seems leisurely, but in fact it is ten times stronger than ordinary people practicing hard day and night.
The efficiency gap between each other is like one in the primitive era when they were still drilling wood to make fire, and the other has already undergone the industrial revolution. The efficiency gap is more than a hundred times.
He was only one step away from becoming the leader of the Six Yangs, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he calmed down to figure out the many levels and realized the fundamental difference between the two worlds of martial arts.
As the dream goes deeper and deeper, the understanding becomes more and more thorough.
He gradually realized a lot.
On Xuanxing, Neijiaquan has developed to its peak, polishing the physical body, understanding the difference between light and dark, until it reaches the subtle level. Sitting on the cross with the elixir in hand, walking on the body, carrying the internal force to derive the true energy, condensing the Qi veins, and polishing the physical body. Most of them are limited to one Qi.
As the two progressed, they coincidentally came into contact with the word 'god'.
When Xuan Xing sees a divine warrior, he becomes enlightened, seeks good luck and avoids bad luck, and avoids danger when he senses it. The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves, and the divine veins in the Jiufu world are even more magical.
Forged by divine veins, one can use qi skills to see the military situation, deduce the destiny of the country, and understand the movement of heaven and earth. There is also the Ferris wheel method to outline the spiritual world, distort people's memories, and tamper with people's souls. There are also powerful magic weapons that can be transformed into qi and kill countless enemies with a single thought. Ten miles away, with a single thought, mountains and seas are burned...
Refined,
gas,
god!
With a stroke of his pen, An Qisheng wrote three big characters on the white paper.
Without applying any force, the ink penetrates the back of the paper and leaves texture on the stone table in the courtyard.
The breeze blew the fallen leaves, but the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and remained motionless.
"The two realms of martial arts, thousands of boxing techniques, and all kinds of martial arts, are just three words of essence, energy and spirit..."
An Qisheng stood up with his pen in hand, his eyes getting darker and darker.
Whether it's the past life or Xuanxing, there are many interpretations of the three words "Jing Qi Shen". Even in the Jiufu world, there are also many books about it.
The sages never stopped exploring the way forward.
Three simple words, but behind them are the pursuit, exploration and analysis of countless people.
However, for An Qisheng, what he understood was different from the understanding of the two worlds.
In An Qisheng's view at this time, essence is a tangible thing, Qi is an invisible body, and spirit is the original self-wisdom of human beings.
If you practice one of the three alone, you can also make analogies and combine all three.
Above the Xuanxing, there is no spiritual energy, and the path of essence reaches its peak. In the floating world for a long time, the energy becomes more active, and the body inevitably neglects to study.
And whether it is essence or qi, if you practice to the depths, you will eventually see your own original wisdom.
"Brother, are you here?"
Amidst the sound that sounded like a bell, Yun Haitian stepped into the courtyard. When he saw the paper on the stone table, he couldn't help but admire:
"Good words!"
Look at the characters, look at the shapes, look at the bones, and look at the spirit.
In his opinion, although the writing of An Qisheng's strokes is different and may be some kind of lost writing, its spiritual meaning is extraordinary.
"Brother Yun is laughing."
An Qisheng put down his brush and looked at Yun Haitian.
In more than a month, Yun Haitian sent the great monks from Huangjue Temple back and turned back. This speed can be said to be extremely fast.
"On the way back, I saw my brother's improved waterwheel. It's really useful."
Yun Haitian withdrew his gaze and said with a smile:
"But it's too easy to use. Originally, these tasks were also daily activities for these little cubs."
"As long as it's useful."
An Qisheng also smiled.
After tens of thousands of years of development, Jiufujie has a lot of things that it should have, such as waterwheels, water mills, pestles and mortars, columbuses, plows, etc. There is no shortage of things.
He just improved a little bit.
"I noticed that there are a lot of peeping people around. I think they are here for my brother."
After saying a few words casually, Yun Haitian looked a little uncomfortable.
For more than a month, although he was busy transporting the corpses of the great monks, he did not forget the business.
Not only did he publish the charges of many people who died in front of Xiayi in his own name, he also tried his best to clear An Qisheng's reputation, and warned everyone not to listen to the court and not to accept the arrest warrant.
He also persuaded Huangjue Temple to come forward and tell many martial arts people not to be restless.
Unfortunately, the effect was very poor. His disciples reported it as soon as he came back. His disciples were all very tired these days.
"Brother Yun, it's better not to worry about it. He won't survive."
An Qisheng didn't care and smiled lightly.
Then he stood up and said goodbye:
"Now that you're back, it's time for me to leave."
He stayed at the Xiayi Sect, partly to digest the harvest, and partly because he was worried that the Xiayi Sect would be turned upside down after Yun Haitian left.
After all, everyone knows that he is in the Chivalry Sect.
Even if the people from the Chivalry Sect said he was gone, those who caught up would not believe him.
"Brother, are you leaving now?"
Although Yun Haitian had expected it, he still tried to persuade him to stay: "If I am afraid that I will be implicated, there is no need to do this. Mr. Yun has never been afraid in his life!"
"After two months of delay, it's time to leave."
An Qisheng just waved his hand and refused.
He looked at the sky, and there was a hint of coolness between his brows, which was a sign of an approaching crisis.
However, he didn't care at all, with a faint smile on his face:
"Some things cannot be avoided."
